Jarende's tone returned to normal, and his expression was not as devilish as before. He looked at the empty coffee, then immediately got up and left here quickly.
As soon as Jarend walked out of the café, a gust of cold wind hit his face. The ten fingers that he had bitten by himself stung a little under the cold wind.
Albany, located on the east coast, is where the sky eagle best embodies the hot moon, the cold moon, the foggy moon, and the windy moon. Now it is the end of the windy moon, approaching the frosty moon, so the coldness comes naturally. Not surprising.
Jarend tightened the buttons of his coat, and his bloody fingers were exposed to the cold wind, and there were bursts of tingling pain at his fingertips.
He held the ancient Canglan gold coin in his hand, and with a little use, the ancient gold coin, which had gone through many years, turned into a pile of gold powder.
Jerund applied the gold powder on his palm to his fingers. In just a moment, the ten bloody fingers healed as before.
He took off the earplug-like thing he was wearing on his right ear, held it in his hand and shook it several times, then put it back on his right ear.
Jarend felt that the originally silent world was starting to sound again.
"This gadget called a hearing aid that Lord Tesla gave me always works sometimes."
"But I don't seem to have any other better choice..."
He permanently lost hearing in his left ear due to an accident early in his life, and his right ear only has very weak hearing. He needs the assistance of a hearing aid to hear other people's voices clearly.
So whether this thing is good or not, he has to wear it.
Jarend walked through the not-busy street and entered a dark alley.
He walked all the way to the deepest part of the alley. The law and order situation in Queens was not yet good. Usually at noon in Queens, there were not militant gang members and homeless people wandering around the streets.
But everything has its purpose. When Jarende reached the end of the alley, a thin young man was lying in the dark and damp corner of the alley.
He was holding a small bottle in his hand, with a confused look on his face, a strange blush on his pale face, and a trace of grayness buried deep in his dull eyes.
"Hallucinogens..."
Jarend looked at the vial in the young man's hand. The brightly colored pills reflected various bizarre scenes in his eyes.
He has proposed to the Archduke of Bellvien more than once plans and methods for a complete ban on hallucinogens. However, due to the high profits from selling hallucinogens, the Grand Duke of Bellvien has never completely given up on this piece of cake. Behind Albany's back, The tiny and dangerous pills are still circulating on the underground black market.
Archduke Bellvien knew the dangers of this small pill, and he would not let hallucinogens spread in Albany and affect the rules he had established here.
But he refused to give up the huge profits brought by hallucinogens. In the end, after weighing the pros and cons, Archduke Bellvien, who was more like a businessman than a person in power, banned the public sale and purchase of hallucinogens. Flow, but in the underground black market, in the gray area where rules and chaos meet, hallucinogens will be sold at higher prices and delivered to those in need.
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Prohibiting the sale and circulation of hallucinogens on the surface can indeed effectively control the spread of hallucinogens, but this is still a temporary solution rather than a permanent solution. Where there is demand, there will be supply. If the smoking of hallucinogens is not strictly prohibited, the sale of hallucinogens will and circulation will naturally not disappear.
The Archduke of Bellvien is naturally aware of this, but even though Gerund has repeatedly proposed plans and methods to completely ban hallucinogens, the Grand Duke of Bellvien still has not taken any practical measures, because for him, the current situation has already is the best case scenario.
The explicit prohibition has effectively controlled the spread of hallucinogens. The trafficking network composed of various underground gangs is also continuously creating various informal forms for Albany. Various informal forms are continuously creating economic development for Albany. benefit.
And the high taxes received by Archduke Bellvien, who chose to turn a blind eye, will not be less.
If those underground gangs dare not, then even if they are hiding in the deepest shadows of Albany, Jerlend's group of "
The "tax collector" will also find them out the next day and tell them who the biggest evil force in the city is.
Jarend sighed softly, took out a stack of paper from his shirt pocket, and handed it to the young man sitting on the ground.
"My friend, go find a hotel and don't sit here anymore."
The young man who had taken hallucinogens looked at Jerlend blankly, then suddenly became violent and instantly knocked down Jerlend, who seemed to be weak.
"Give me all the money!"
The young man strangled Jarende's neck, powerful force erupted from his thin body, and there was a hint of madness in his expression.
Jarende's expression was calm, and a hint of coldness flashed across his pupils.
Outside the eyelid of his left eye, several small black shadows suddenly swam out along the eyelid and penetrated into the young man's body at an extremely fast speed.
Those small black shadows penetrated into his body, and the young man's hand holding Jerlend's neck immediately stiffened. His face became pale, his body became thinner, and even his hair became dull. , in just a few days, this young man turned into an old man entering his twilight years.
Jarend easily pulled away the pair of people strangling his neck. He stood up from the ground and patted himself. The young man who had just knocked him down turned into a shriveled corpse.
As soon as Jarende looked at the shriveled corpse, a few tiny greedy insects immediately crawled out of the corpse and quickly crawled back into Jarende's eyelids.
"Pill-shaped solid hallucinogens, that stuff sold by underground gangs supported by the Alchemy Society?"
Jarend picked up the bottle containing colorful pills from the ground. After observing it carefully for a while, the pill bottle was stored in his own storage space.
"It seems like I haven't said hello to them for a long time."
Jarende's face was gloomy, and a thick shadow suddenly expanded from his feet, turning into a huge black mass, swallowing up the shriveled corpse.
"Let's put all this behind us. The most important thing now is to confirm the uncertain result."
"I hope it won't be the worst outcome I expected."
Jarend took out a golden double-headed crow god. He placed the crow statue in his hand tremblingly on the ground, lowered his head, and murmured, and thick shadows condensed around him.
"Lord of Dark Gold, Lord of Greed, Lord of Shadows, Wrong God of Greed and Wealth, my noble and great Lord, I pray for your sideways glance! I pray for your blessing!"
"Greed lasts forever...wealth lasts forever!"
Like the despicable savior
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