Chapter 1395 The Story of Passing by
This is a small town, a very small town. It is said to be a town, but in fact it does not have the appearance and scale that a city should have. In fact, this is a temporary foothold established due to business travel. From here, you can walk 60 kilometers west to Berga Harbor. Because of this, the place is quite lively on weekdays, with two horizontal and one vertical lines. There are many shops along the street, but most of them are restaurants, wineries, and seven or eight hotels.
It was already 10 o'clock in the morning when Alice arrived here two days later, Western Time. She spent two days relaxing on the beach in Belga and set off on a new journey early this morning.
Speaking of the country Adria, because it is located in the remote west of the main continent, the ethnic and racial composition of the country is relatively complex. In addition to humans who account for 60% of the population, there are also dwarves who account for 20% of the population. , a small number of the Green Pine Tribe, the Horn Tribe, and the Inhuman Tribe living near the coastline, that is, the Tide Tribe. Among the 20% of the dwarf population, the vast majority are the Forsello dwarves who have lived here for generations, while dwarves such as Neanderthal moved here later.
In this temporarily established midway town, many of the people doing business here are non-human races. It is precisely because of this difference between races that this place is very mixed, and there are often reasons for this. Fights caused by quarrels.
After entering the city, Alice walked around for a while. The town was not big and there was not much to see, so she picked up a good-looking open-air restaurant facing the street to dine.
It was noon, and the sun was shining brightly. Although it was not midsummer yet, the harsh sun had already made the streets less noisy. It was lunch break at this time, and even the old yellow dog covered with skinny skin lay motionless under the shady tree, only looking at the passers-by with its narrowed eyes. After this short period, the streets will become noisy again.
Alice ordered a cantaloupe rice, and then two snacks to relieve the heat. The juice was lychee juice mixed with a small amount of wine. With a table alone and an umbrella covering your head, it is quite comfortable to dine in this environment.
There haven't been many business travelers coming and going recently, and the restaurants on both sides of the street are not full. The open-air restaurant where Alice is sitting has only three tables of guests. Apart from her, there are five guests sitting at a long table. These five people all brought packages and luggage, and were equipped with weapons and armor, but they were not the kind of traders who would carry their own goods and gather together in twos and threes. Nor are they like mercenaries who perform tasks in small teams. There was only one person sitting at the other table. This person was middle-aged and ordered a lot of things, but his mind was not entirely on the food. Instead, he kept looking towards the street, as if waiting for someone.
Alice is observing these people carefully. It is not that there is anything strange about these people, but that she is using this to practice her ability to see people. This is also one of her daily lessons. However, Alice's observation was quickly discovered by the middle-aged man sitting alone at the table. He stared at Alice, which seemed to be a warning and an intention to determine the other party's identity. But it was obvious that he didn't find any negative factors in Alice, so he continued to eat absentmindedly.
At this time, a camel team filed into the streets of the town, pulling loads of goods. Because there were more people, the long camel team extended for about half a street. The owners of nearby pubs and restaurants saw this and rushed forward. Entertain and solicit business. The middle-aged man in the same restaurant as Alice stretched his neck, looking for someone in the camel caravan. Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand to greet the camel team: "Hey cousin, I'm here."
A bald man in the camel team looked over, waved, and turned back He said to the leader of the camel team: "I have troubled you during this time. You have allowed us to go along with you and treated us to food and wine."
The leader of the camel team smiled and said: " Where, our caravan always likes to make friends, and we will lend a helping hand to anyone who encounters difficulties along the way. Your ability has also helped us a lot along the way, helping each other. "
The big bald man chuckled and said. : "You will continue to rush to the harbor in a while. We will say goodbye here. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
After bidding farewell to the camel team, the bald man took a few of his people to the restaurant where his cousin was staying. They ordered some more food and started chatting, recounting the hard work they had endured during these days.
The middle-aged man who was called cousin was the first to say: "Why are you back so late? I have been waiting for you for several months."
The bald man who was called cousin Face said angrily: "Stop talking, I encountered some trouble on the road, otherwise I would have come back long ago, and there would be no need to ask you to meet here."
My cousin frowned: "What's the matter? I can make you so angry.”
The bald cousin lowered his voice and said, “It’s all because of the release of the Christian family’s ultimate sword that I told you in the letter. We received news that the Ji Jian was captured by us, and we encountered many people who made trouble for us along the way. If we hadn’t hid in this caravan later, we might not have made it here.”
It turns out that this person is none other than the hunter Gordon and his gang who captured Bimoye's Extreme Sword in the Warcraft Forest. And this middle-aged man called his cousin is Mafia, the leader of the dark organization that was broken up by the Prisoner's Gate.
Ever since Death Mafia was dispersed by the Prisoner's Gate and Mafia herself was rescued by Sofina, he has been trying to get in touch with his cousin Gordon, hoping to regroup his forces for revenge. . It was just more than a year ago that Gordon was leading a team to hunt in the Warcraft Forest, and Mafia had not been able to contact him until October last year. Since then, Gordon has been troubled by the troubles caused by the sword. He was forced into danger several times by people who came to seize the sword, which even delayed his journey. It was not until today that the two finally met in this small town. On top. Because this small town is located in a remote area, few people from the prosperous places in the center of the mainland come here, so the two of them were not too scrupulous about talking, and talked about their situation while eating.
After listening to Mafia’s experience, Gordon said: “I also know something about the Prisoner’s Gate you mentioned. Power, if they can survive there for so long, they must have their own power network, cousin. It’s really unwise to provoke them.”
Mafia said angrily: “It’s not that I wanted to provoke them, it was them who came to me. Now the Death Mafia that I worked so hard to build has been destroyed by them. Yu Yi, I really can’t swallow this breath.”
Gordon said: "Then what are you going to do? In terms of strength, I am just a hunter. Although I have some connections and know some people, I can't just recruit those people if I can. Besides, all of your subordinates are gone now." Now, you are alone, and the person who supported you has abandoned you, how are you going to take revenge?"
Mafia buried her head and looked at the food on the table, feeling depressed. Thinking that he used to be a person who divided sides, but now he has fallen to this, how can the hatred in his heart be eliminated.
Gordon was also silent, just tapping his fingers on the table. At this time, Tagore suddenly spoke and asked: "By the way, Mafia, Hillary, the person who sponsored you, are you sure about his background and identity?"
Mafia shook her head. : "I also sent people to investigate his identity and background, but nothing was found. Moreover, they sincerely supported me at that time. I didn’t pay much attention to his background.”
Tagore sighed regretfully: “This man works so mysteriously and has a lot of money. If we knew his background, it would be complicated. If you know the identity behind him, you may be able to find him again and get his help.”
The three of them looked at each other in shock for a while, then Gordon suddenly said: "Maybe we can find him without knowing his identity."
When Mafia heard this, she quickly asked: "Oh, what do you say? "
Gordon said with a sullen face: "You think, that person spent a lot of money on you and asked you to do so many things for him, but now it has not happened, do you think Is it possible for him to just give up?"
Mafia's eyes lit up: "You mean he will come back to me?"
"Of course" Gordon said. Since he can't give up those unfinished things, the location of the three underground vaults occupied by the Prisoner's Gate, his conflict with the Prisoner's Gate is inevitable. "
Mafia was a little worried and said: "But according to what you said, it has been so long. Why hasn't he sent someone to come to me yet?"
Gordon smiled and said: "He hasn't come to come. You, won’t you go find him? Since he won’t give up those three vaults, you know how to find him. Maybe he is waiting for you to find him.”
Listen to Mafia. Gordon is so As soon as he said this, he felt relieved, picked up the wine glass and shook it happily: "As long as you give me a chance to make a comeback, it doesn't matter even if I become a pawn used by others. I still have to be the once-prominent Death Mafia."
Between two tables, Alice couldn't hear what the few people were whispering over there. Although the street was quieter at noon, it was still noisy. Of course, Alice didn't deliberately eavesdrop on what others said. Her mind was now focused on one thing, and that was - Long Ling!
The lunch break time passed quickly. There were more pedestrians on the street and the noise was even louder than before. A group of diners in the restaurant also came and left. Alice picked up her simple luggage, paid the bill, and then walked to the other end of the street with the flow of people, quickly disappearing among the crowd.
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Under the setting sun, a lifeless young man was walking slowly along the country road, carrying a lifeless large sarcophagus on his back. He walked very slowly, but never stopped, tireless, just like that. Walking... walking... until we reach the end of the sunset and disappear...
(End of this chapter)