I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts

Chapter 220: Chapter 119: Nightingale Inn

Defeat Tier Five Dawn Knight *1.

Loot obtained: Gold coins *500.

If there were a system prompt, these two lines should pop up.

Andrew’s gold coins were blasted by Han Zhan, five hundred gold coins packed in a small bag, jingling as he shook it.

From Andrew’s heart-wrenching cries that were akin to killing him, it could be judged that five hundred gold coins in the City of Extreme Evil were not a small sum.

At least for most people.

Ignoring Andrew, who fainted after crying his heart out, Han Zhan headed toward the dock.

Those dock workers unloading cargo also heard Andrew’s screams and wails.

Regarding Han Zhan, they couldn’t help but lower their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

Without minding the other workers, Han Zhan directly approached the old man who had previously reminded him and tossed him a gold coin before asking.

”How many gold coins can you earn as a dock loader for a day?”

The old man instinctively caught the gold coin and honestly replied, ”One gold coin.”

Han Zhan raised an eyebrow. It seemed the value of five hundred gold coins was much higher than he imagined.

”What cargo are you unloading?”

”High-quality flour smuggled from the Anti-Xia Alliance.”

Seeing Han Zhan confused, knowing he was new here, the old man continued to explain without waiting for Han Zhan to ask further: ”The Anti-Xia Alliance and the Sun Never Sets Knight Order are adversarial, regular trade can’t happen, so some cargos are traded via smuggling.”

”Like flour from the Anti-Xia Alliance, or red wine from the Sun Never Sets Knight Order...”

The old man gave more examples.

For smuggling like this, the higher-ups of both factions surely know.

Refusing trade is just a facade of factional stance; down to individuals, there’s no need for strict vigilance.

Even the high-ranking members want to enjoy life, there’s nothing embarrassing about it.

”You’re ordinary people?” Han Zhan’s second question.

Not only the old man, those dock workers unloading cargo, and the dark-skinned overseer glancing here occasionally yet not daring to act, thinking Han Zhan wouldn’t notice, were all ordinary people with no Spiritual Power fluctuation.

The old man nodded, not denying.

”We are all native to the City of Extreme Evil, born here, ordinary people without the qualification to become knights.”

The City of Extreme Evil has existed for a long time.

Human propagation continues wherever they go.

From the humans reproduced, those without talent and qualifications naturally constitute the lowest stratum of society in this City’s ecosystem.

Han Zhan suddenly thought of a question: Since people in the City of Extreme Evil propagate, can those born in the Sun Never Sets Knight Order fulfill knight awakening through faith in the Knight’s Code? No need to mention the Mechanical Sect and Alien Race, but what do people from the Holy Bishop and Anti-Xia Alliance do?

Han Zhan didn’t know about the Holy Bishop’s apostles.

But he was certain the Great Xia Exiles in the City of Extreme Evil hadn’t solved the awakening challenge yet.

They don’t have awakening stones, or merely bring in a limited quantity.

”The Anti-Xia Alliance is indeed the strongest among the Five Great Forces?”

”Yes, among the Five Great Forces, the strength from high to low is: Anti-Xia Alliance, Sun Never Sets Knight Order, Mechanical Sect, Alien Race, Holy Bishop. This is universally acknowledged throughout the City of Extreme Evil, and can easily be inquired everywhere.”

Han Zhan nodded. ”One last question: where is the nearest inn from here?”

Seeing the day was getting late, Han Zhan wasn’t planning to sleep on the street. Since he just blasted some gold coins, he wasn’t strapped for cash.

The old man pointed in a direction. ”Just follow this main road ahead. Next to the crossroads in the downtown area is the largest Nightingale Inn in this region, sir.”

Han Zhan asked nothing further, heading off in the direction the old man pointed.

He could have given the old man more gold coins as rewards for his candid opinions and responses, but he eventually gave up.

Sometimes, insignificant mercy might harm an ordinary person.

After Han Zhan left, the old man bit the gold coin hard, a delighted relaxed smile appearing on his face.

”Did that sir leave?” Just then, a sinister voice rang from behind, the dark-skinned overseer had somehow walked beside him.

The overseer’s eyes flitted toward the old man’s hand.

Noticing the old man grasped only one gold coin, he slightly pursed his lips, withdrawing his gaze disinterestedly.

For a single gold coin, it’s not worth taking someone’s life.

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On the stone-paved street, plenty of pedestrians came and went, mostly ordinary people, occasionally a few Low Tier Awakened with Spiritual Power fluctuations.

An iron track was laid in the center of the street, and every so often, a tram clattered along slowly from the street’s center.

The old man didn’t deceive him.

Nightingale Inn was indeed the largest inn in the area, however.

Why did this inn give an improper impression, what’s going on?

Upon reaching an intersection, Han Zhan looked up and saw the Nightingale Inn beside the street.

Its design couldn’t be considered exquisite, but the surrounding flashy neon lights and signs illuminated the streets before it.

In front of the Nightingale Inn stood two rows of charming hostesses. They wore stylish outfits, each possessing a seven-to-eight rating figure and looks, cheerfully greeting and welcoming guests inside.

Han Zhan’s face twitched.

You’re telling me this is the Nightingale Inn?

I’m looking for a place to sleep, not a *place to sleep*!

The night was already late; besides this inn, it seemed Han Zhan had no better option.

He could only apologize to Xia Youwei, Li Lingzhen, Shang Siteng, and Gongyang Jin, then reluctantly headed forward.

Upon seeing Han Zhan, the reception hostesses’ eyes lit up.

Usually, one hostess welcomed each guest. When Han Zhan arrived, four or five surrounded him from all sides.

They unabashedly reached out and took Han Zhan’s arms, leaning in close. ”Welcome to Nightingale Inn, guest!”

”Please don’t. Don’t do this.”

Han Zhan was startled by their theatrics. ”I’m just here for one night’s stay.”

”We understand, we totally understand!”

”Yes, yes, everyone who comes here is just for one night’s stay.”

”The result doesn’t matter; what matters is the process!”

With his one mouth against their ten, Han Zhan could only let them shove him into the Nightingale Inn.

The inn’s proprietress was a warm-hearted woman around thirty-five years old.

Her eyes also lit up upon seeing Han Zhan.

”Guest, is there anything I can assist you with?”

Han Zhan pulled away from the hostesses, said righteously, ”I only want a place to sleep for one night, how much?”