Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes
Chapter 156 Delas Port

Chapter 156: Chapter 156 Delas Port

Delas Port, located at the westernmost tip of the Yar Continent, extends into the Mist Sea at the junction of the Mist Sea and the Death Language Strait, marking the endpoint of the Secret Silver Trade Road.

If the Golden City Yiter is the trade capital of the entire Yiter Federation, then Delas Port is the trading king of the Federation’s dark world.

Because here lies the Federation’s largest black market—[Meeting of the Faceless]

Rare slaves, prohibited cultivation resources and alchemy materials, souls of Professionals of all tiers, untraceable high-rank equipment, and Magic Artifacts...

No one questions the origins of these items, regardless of whether they are blood-stained. Those who come here are purely buyers and sellers.

Although located within the territory of the Silver Valley Kingdom, Delas Port actually maintains a semi-autonomous state year-round.

Aside from paying a portion of taxes to the Kingdom each year, the will of the Kingdom does not extend here.

.........

When Anvis and his companion arrived in Delas, it was already evening.

The setting sun was covered by mauve clouds, casting a slightly gloomy gray-blue hue in the sky. A giant silver and purple crescent moon hung high on either side of the sky, like two gemstones on a velvet curtain.

The wondrous interplay of multi-colored celestial light cast a hazy and hallucinatory hue onto the city’s contiguous gray-white basalt buildings, exuding an exotic charm.

Rows of newly installed mechanical street lamps stood on both sides of the stone paths, their bright pure white cold light dispelling the darkness and illuminating the bustling evening street scene.

With the development of machinery, mechanical street lamps, which are much cheaper than Magic Crystal Lamps, have gradually become widespread in every major kingdom of the Federation.

Walking on the streets of this bustling port city, Anvis, accompanied by Jom, headed to a local tavern known as "Corner Girl."

Before arriving at the Yiter Federation, the family’s intelligence agency had already compiled information about Delas Port for Anvis.

Most of the time, this tavern, which is closest to the port, has the most up-to-date information.

Looking up at the dirty entrance of the tavern, there was a faded wooden sign painted with a voluptuous woman.

Anvis pushed open the old, heavy oak doors of the tavern and entered with Jom.

A blast of hot air mixed with fishy smell, alcohol, sweat, and various other unpleasant odors hit them.

The dirty, noisy tavern was filled with mercenaries and sailors drunk to varying degrees. Some scantily clad women lay in the arms of men, occasionally letting out provocative giggles.

Hearing the sound of the door, some eyes in the tavern were drawn.

But seeing that the newcomers were two burly mercenaries in armor, the interest was lost, and their gaze shifted away.

Avoiding two staggering drunkards reeking of alcohol and a prostitute who tried to lean into him, emitting a pungent cheap perfume scent.

Anvis walked up to the low bar and sat down, knocking on the wooden surface.

The surface, assembled from oak planks and polished over many years by countless sleeves and trousers, had become oily and shiny.

"What’ll it be?"

A bartender, wiping a large glass, came over and glanced at the two new mercenaries, gesturing to a price list posted on a board beside him.

"A pint of ale."

Anvis smiled, raising his hand from the bar to reveal a silver coin with a cross-floral pattern underneath.

This was a commonly used silver coin from the Saint Messia Empire, more popular than local currency, other currencies from the two major empires on the Continent, and even the currencies of the three most powerful kingdoms within the Federation in the myriad smaller kingdoms of the Yiter Federation.

Due to its unique political system, the Yiter Federation did not have a unified federal currency, with each small kingdom still issuing its own.

Of course, a bill to issue Federal Coins had reportedly been submitted by representatives of some smaller kingdoms to the Federation Council. It would soon be discussed in the Council, where the representatives would vote by raising their hands.

"Too much, a pint of ale is only two copper coins."

The bartender glanced at the silver coin, casually poured a large glass of dark yellow ale, and set it in front of Anvis.

"Another question."

Glancing at the poor quality ale with its frothy murky surface, Anvis didn’t touch the drink, but simply smiled and looked at the bartender.

The bartender’s gaze flickered as he wiped the silver coin in his hand and signaled towards a wooden door behind the bar.

"This drink’s on me."

Anvis nodded, stood up with Jom, and entered through the door.

"Wonder which Chamber of Commerce’s master sent them..."

Glancing at the closed door, the bartender shook his head, picked up the glass of barley beer, and started guzzling it down loudly.

...

Behind the wooden door was a dimly-lit small compartment, illuminated only by two small candles.

On one side of the compartment, within the thin wooden wall, there was a small square window. A round barstool was placed outside the window, and a figure cloaked in a black cape sat behind it.

"What do you want to know?"

As Anvis sat down, the cloaked figure started speaking in a hoarse voice.

"A black, triple-mast sailboat with paddles on the sides, that docked twice last year during Mid-Sun Month and Stove Fire Month, before returning to the depths of the Mist Sea.

I want to know, if in recent times, that black ship has made an appearance."

Anvis surveyed the figure and slowly began describing the black ship’s appearance and voyage.

"That black ship?"

The figure’s tone suddenly became a bit peculiar as he shook his head.

"I know of the sailboat you speak of, but since last Stove Fire Month, that ship has never appeared again."

Speaking thus, the figure paused for a moment, eyeing the two dressed as mercenaries.

"However, we have recently received an unconfirmed rumor about the next docking time of that black ship."

"And this information will cost you a gold coin."

Upon hearing this, Anvis paused.

Then, he frowned, his face displaying displeasure.

"An unconfirmed rumor costs a gold coin? Are you trying to swindle us?"

Unperturbed by Anvis’s ’displeasure,’ the figure merely shook his head.

"It’s precisely because the source of the information cannot be verified that we only ask for one gold coin. The decision is yours to make."

Anvis took out an Empire Gold Coin, pretending to be impatient, and tossed it through the window.

"Speak."

After pocketing the gold coin, the figure’s voice took on a mysterious tone.

"In two days, the black ship will arrive at the port again and stay for three days."

"Also, as a bonus, I can disclose another piece of information for free.

You are not the first to come here asking about that black ship. On the contrary, over the past few months, there have been no less than several dozen people asking the same question—"

"As for their identities, I think you gentlemen can make your own judgments."

...

After leaving the tavern, Anvis and Jom casually checked into an ordinary inn.

Although the source of the message was claimed to be unverified, in reality, if there wasn’t a certain level of certainty,

an information broker would rather tell them there’s no news at all than risk their reputation with false news.