The team formation didn't take long.
Once all the students finished forming teams, Dong Chunsheng came in again to emphasize tomorrow's course and had each student sign a "Confidentiality Agreement."
The Shelter is still a secret that cannot be publicly disclosed, and should not be spread casually.
Of course.
If such things are not officially publicized by the media, along with real evidence, most people would not believe it.
After signing the confidentiality agreement, today's second mock exam officially concluded.
It seems that the real course can only catch up tomorrow.
"The system task is to use the knowledge learned in the course to create a D-level mechanical tool. This task cannot be completed today, I wonder if it will change after midnight."
Baiyu thought to himself.
He had completed his tasks on the same day in previous instances, so they refreshed promptly after midnight.
But today's task clearly won't be possible.
He wonders whether accepting the task but not completing it on the same day means rolling over to the next day or being refreshed directly?
Baiyu set aside his doubts and walked out of the school gate.
Qin Shou was already waiting outside in a hover car.
"Baiyu, the things you asked for, I had people find clues. Tonight at the Dead Dog Tavern in North District, there's a trade event. I got two entry tickets."
"North District, the trading event held there, isn't official, right?"
"That's precisely why it's not official. Would Elf Banshees show up at an official auction? Even if not illegal, they care about their reputation and pride. You know how sought after such banshees are?"
Qin Shou showed a knowing expression that all men understood.
Baiyu nodded.
He had instructed Qin Shou to gather materials for Prayer Technique apprentices.
Spiritual Water, Kikyo Flower, Tombstone Powder are easy to get; Moonlight Pearl is expensive, but it's obtainable if you're willing to pay a high price, only the hair of an Elf Banshee and maiden's tears.
These two items require special collection.
The two sat in the hover car and headed towards North District.
...
Strictly speaking, Elf Banshees are also a Sub-human species.
But due to genetic reasons, their race only consists of females who can reproduce with the human race, the offspring will inevitably be Elf Banshees.
Additionally, they do not have obvious sub-human traces, so they are classified as Exotic Beast Species.
Of course.
Anyone with a bit of intelligence knows that classifying Elf Banshees as Exotic Beast Species is just to satisfy some people's desires.
Sub-humans enjoy basic human rights, cannot be bought or sold, and are not slaves.
But Exotic Beasts…
Killing them is not a problem.
These years, most Elf Banshees are hiding in deep mountains and forests, avoiding humans, but occasionally some underground trade events still capture Elf Banshees.
These Elf Banshees are the hottest items, each can be sold at a sky-high price.
The hover car cruised low above the ground, weaving through towering skyscrapers.
The silhouette of North District emerged ahead.
Chimneys stood tall, spewing white smoke day and night. The mechanical roar was the area's eternal background music.
Buildings densely packed together, ragged-clad children, damp air, the steam-obscured, dreary environment, homeless people lying around everywhere...
Creating a stark contrast with South District's ambiance.
A patrol officer stopped the hover car, checked the identities of the two, then let them in.
For public safety, entry and exit in North District requires registration.
But for North District's population of several hundred thousand, this measure is not very effective. The order inside is chaotic, caused by the overcrowded living conditions.
It's extremely difficult to manage and clear.
Once the two entered North District's main avenue, people on the roadside intensely stared at them, with eyes resembling wolves seeing a juicy prey.
"Stop the car. The terrain ahead might make driving very difficult."
Baiyu observed the surroundings.
Although he rarely visits North District, it's evident that after completing this main route, complicated living areas and countless alleys emerge, making vehicles ineffective.
The two didn't hesitate to get out of the car and started following the map towards the Dead Dog Tavern.
But after a few steps, several men in short shirts blocked their way.
"Outsiders? Two thousand protection fee for each, our White Shark Gang can guide you around North District." The leading one-eyed man said sternly.
Anger flashed across Qin Shou's face.
Before he could react.
Baiyu had already handed over four thousand Imperial Coins to them: "Take us to Dead Dog Tavern, remember, I don't want any accidents on the way."
One-Eyed Dragon was clearly a bit startled, not expecting them to be so amenable.
"Follow me."
He put away the money, led the way with two subordinates. And with White Shark Gang members around, the observing glances gradually disappeared.
Qin Shou only then understood Baiyu's reason for being so quick to give money.
An outsider cannot overpower a local bully.
Four thousand is not much for them, but it saves a lot of trouble.
With local guidance.
The two reached Dead Dog Tavern unimpeded.
One-Eyed Dragon, having finished leading the way, didn't hassle further, and left with his subordinates freely.
"Boss, those two were obviously rich, and we just leave?" A subordinate asked on the road.
One-Eyed Dragon glanced at the subordinate, and said: "Foolish Qiang, you've been following me for three years, do you know why the boss let me be in charge of this area?
It's because I use my brain, and know how to read people's behavior.
Those two might be young, but they came in with a hover car, and faced us without any fear.
They gave money just for convenience, not because they were afraid of us.
Did you see the wrist guard on that jealous-inducing handsome guy's right hand?
That's clearly combat mechanical armament, if we tried anything, it wouldn't take a minute for them to overpower us.
Keep your eyes sharp next time.
A hooligan who doesn't use his brain will always be a hooligan."
After hearing the boss say that, the subordinate finally understood.
...
Baiyu and Qin Shou entered Dead Dog Tavern.
The tavern was about the size of a basketball court, business was booming.
All seats were occupied.
The mingling smell of alcohol and sweat hung in the air, combined with some big guys' "body odor" from not bathing for tens of days, Baiyu roughly understood the meaning behind the Dead Dog Tavern name.
Even dogs could be stench-killed.
The tavern was noisy, people gathering in threes and fives, boasting and drinking.
A few people briefly glanced at them before looking away; strangers entering didn't garner any special attention.
The two found a table with the least people and sat down, ordered two mugs of ale, and quietly waited for time.
Nearby was only a middle-aged man with a full beard drowning his woes in alcohol.
The auction starts at nine in the evening.
Entry is only checked fifteen minutes before.
Of course.
This kind of underground auction always has a set of superficial rules, which differ from practice.
So shortly after sitting down.
A rugged man approached their table.