Author: Going to the Winter

"I'm here for one thing," said Nesse, "looking for traces left by the four ancient gods."

He concealed the deeds of Neshes, Lanlevin, Ruimuganger, and the featherless man, and only mentioned the title, saying that this was a task issued to him by the God of Destruction, which was related to the "Small Tinail Divine Covenant" of the gods every hundred years. Maybe there is also a way to contact God, so no more words are spoken-

This part was naturally irrelevant.

Angoro lost interest after listening for a while and casually agreed that he would issue a simple notice in Semoran to set up a reward to insiders.

"How much is the bounty...you decide."

"So I'll pay this amount?" Nesse sneered. Only deaf people can't hear the hint in Angoro's words.

"Tsk tsk."

Angoro shook his head repeatedly, picked up the bottle and drank it until no drop left. "You still don't understand the rules here... This is Semoran. If you ask us, you will get 296% of it. Can you understand? Will the relationship be connected to yourself for free?"

"I don't have a copper plate now, so it's zero."

“Zero has zero ways.”

Angoro smiled drunk, "It may not be that good if the publicity effect is just not good. It's very bad. It's better not to expect it. Don't look at me, I want to help you, but some bastards also think I'm an outsider!

You have to rely on yourself, but that's nothing. In Semoran's first lesson: Everyone has to rely on yourself. This course is free."

"No need to say more, that's it." Nesse said.

"good."

Angoro walked past Nesse while burping his burp, putting his hands on his shoulders.

Generally, this action represents four meanings: the barber, wife, "I can break your head at any time", and the sum of the above three.

"I will go to watch your performance in three days. Now pray to your evil god and everything will come true. Work hard! Little devil!"

Angoro repeatedly slapped Nesse on the shoulders, sighing dramatically - he was either bad and stupid, or worse but smart. "Get the lightless one to pieces smoothly.

In this way, your head doesn’t need to be immersed in the sulfuric acid pool in the square to make magic-removing water, and your body does not need to be used as culture medium, poke holes, and seedlings of meat and onions grow from it. Especially when you are alive, don’t ask me how I know.”

"Good reminder. It's time to let me go." Nesse said coldly.

"I forgot." Angoro laughed.

The belt on the nailed seat was quickly pulled back like a full snake letter.

Nisses moved his hands and feet and felt the blood begin to flow again.

"We are very busy."

Angoro returned to him. "If you let go, we have to spend a lot of time looking for other scapegoats to explain to the clerks of the Feibo Club."

"Siege goat? Have you ever considered finding the real murderer in the past?"

"The explanation must be. There will always be people pulling their pants, there will always be people wiping their butts. There will always be people wiping their butts."

Angoro lazily turned the bottle back, shook it aside twice, and frustrated it aside. "It's nothing wrong if you can find the real murderer. This is the second lesson in Semoran, especially for the clerk.

You are now a clerk. Remember my courses, remember my office location, and contact me in a straight line in the future.”

He yawned, his gray-green eyes staring at Nesse in a misty light. "I'm tired. Villed. What else do you have to say?"

...

Since there was no place to be delivered, Nisse lost the courtesy of being sent away and walked aimlessly along the streets.

Fortunately, the west end of Semoran was still safe, so he found a simple park and sat on a bench. The curve of the chair made it difficult for him to lie down, and the purple on his back made him unable to lie down.

Just now...what would happen if I could just make a hole in Angoro's head?

The soldiers entered through the door and jumped into the window. The tactics flocked to the air city. The alarm bells of the floating city were shaking. Ufa Ufa fired a crossbow in the dark, hitting his forehead. Even if he could escape, he lost the opportunity to continue exploring here and the opportunity to go to Mount Semoran tomorrow.

Nissai thought about this repeatedly before convinced himself that his temporary patience is right.

At the very least, let everything transition naturally to tomorrow morning.

Looking back, what kind of opportunity is the "opportunity" mentioned by tavern owner Hatan Tazawa?

He didn't know how long he would stay in this weird city of Dharma. He should seize every opportunity.

Nesses slowly stroked the mirror of the past in his arms.

Angoro is a fool. The sorcerer among the wizards and the scum among the sorcerers.

Although he showed his might and showed his barbarity and disgusting truths unscrupulously, as if he was determined to win, scheming, and had everything in control, he did not even know that Villed, who was close to him, was the enemy that Ufa Ufa had been looking for.

The mirror he was pursuing was less than two meters away from him from beginning to end that could make him get rich with the black key.

ha!

ha!

Thinking of this, he was about to laugh.

The sky was dark red, and everything seemed to be covered in bloody cloak. It was three o'clock in the morning when he came, maybe it was going to be clear. Maybe it was the next moment.

It's no big deal to end up in the next moment.

It's no big deal until dawn.

ha!

ha!

He has not found the plane channel to send a message to the teacher.

Nisse sat in a daze, glancing at the scattered pieces of paper on the ground in front of him.

These are flyers. He has not been uncommon all the way. The recruitment information of gangs doing two-sided business, and various magical small commodity advertisements - among them, there are many things that make people worse than death. Seven-tenths of the total number were issued by major cults here.

From a distance, he saw the bull head pattern exactly the same as the pointed hammer, representing the "Cult of Destruction".

Semoran is also a warm home for major cults.

Praise. That's right.

The sky changed from deep red to bright red, and it was light.

A dark yellow paper in the distance attracted his attention. Nisse reached out and reluctantly recited a wind element energy spell, and the paper swayed and floated into his hands.

It is a flyer from a detective agency.

"Dix Detective Agency". Open all night.

There is a blurry portrait printed on it. It is a young man with curly hair and beard. This should be the detective of the detective agency.

Nesse scanned the contents above. He knew what the detective agency did. Several larger barons in Vikado had such a place.

Public detective agencies are not as good as real royal spies and well-trained private spies. Most of the time they are just small-scale fights that collect information about spouses and mistresses.

However, since this Dicks Detective Agency is open to the law outside the law, Semoran said...

Detective agencies can also find people.

He looked at the address.

East District, Boni Street and Boni Street are a path leading to the cemetery. It is much more east than the "scattered butt" he stayed in the tavern before.

"We can only go east further."

Is this really the case?

Nesse took a deep breath and stood up.
Chapter completed!