Chapter 199 - The Blindfold (1/2)
Evan asked the location of the informant, and one of the bandits quickly replied, ”Just go straight ahead, and you'll see a big building from the white wood. It's the only well-kept building in the place, huh. Next, act yourself, it gives me the creeps when I'm thinking of that psycho...”
Evan nodded and headed in the indicated direction.
<Hmm, why are they so afraid of a simple informant? What could be so scary about him?>
He didn't understand why when the bandits talked about the informant, there was fear in their eyes. Evan was wary, he sensed that this informant was not simple at all. But, he didn't change his mind about going to him, only someone like this would be able to answer his questions.
<This is one of the crime centers of this city, but the streets in the slums look much scarier and horrible.>
In Evan's opinion, this neighborhood didn't look like a den of Inlas main criminals, but a residential area of wealthy citizens. The buildings were old, but most of them were not yet falling apart. The streets were pretty clean when compared to those in the slums. There were no bandits taking money from anyone or little thieves. It was quiet here, but that was just a cover.
Evan could clearly sense a tense aura hanging over the place. Everyone kept a close eye on anyone who passed there. The main criminal bosses conducted their business there, the places where they would not be disturbed.
After a few minutes, Evan came to the place the bald man was talking about. It was an old, large building built of valuable white wood. Evan looked at the hanging sign in the shape of a pig's head and thought to himself:
<So this is a regular bar? Could it be that those two have deceived me? Maybe I've just come to the wrong place?>
He didn't understand how an informant could be in such a noisy and crowded place. Nevertheless, Evan decided to go inside anyway and see if the place had what he needed. Once inside Evan was a bit surprised, there was no one there.
<There are so many tables, but no one is sitting at them and this place is definitely not closed...>.
As Evan pondered what was happening here, he saw a tall blond man walk up to the bar. He was dusting a glass indifferently and didn't even look at Evan.
Evan took a slow step in his direction and said: ”I need to see the informant.”
He decided to cut right to the chase, that was the only way to behave in places like this. Everyone here understood everything.
The blond man put his glass aside and looked serenely at Evan.
He didn't say anything back to Evan, instead, the man pulled a plain parchment scroll from under the table.
Evan began to realize that something was going wrong, so he tried to cast a spell, but it was too late by then.
The man poured some mana into the parchment scroll, and the next second, the formation was activated. Evan was right in the middle of it, and now he felt like that monster in the ”Half-Dead Forest.”
Whoosh.
When the formation was activated, walls of darkness appeared around Evan. Evan tried to escape, but he didn't make it. He was trapped in this dark dungeon, and what's more, he couldn't even cast any of his spells. For some reason unknown to him, the mana didn't want to transform into the form he wanted. The flow of mana was disrupted.
Bam.
Evan started pounding on the walls of the dungeon, but it didn't work. He was strong enough to destroy the steel slab with his bare hands, but those walls didn't care.