"Young Master, are you okay?"

"Young master, let's teach this kid a lesson!"

In front of Xia Zuo, five or six servants with knives surrounded a little fat man who fell to the ground and said nervously. The little fat man was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a round body and white body, wearing silk clothes, and he looked like the son of a wealthy family.

"Oh, I'm sorry, are you okay?" Xia Zuo said, wanting to step forward to help the little fat man.

"Get out of here, where did the country bumpkin come from?" A servant pushed Xia Zuo away and helped the little fat man up.

Xia Zuo took a step back and then stood still, but at that moment, he fell backwards again, falling two or three meters away before landing on the ground. He covered his butt and shrank to the wall with a look of fear.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me!" Xia Zuo shouted nervously.

The servant looked at his hand in disbelief. He didn't seem to expect that he could push Xia Zuo so far with just a push. He muttered: "Damn it, how light is this kid like a straw!"

"Boy, how did ** walk? Do you know if you hit me?" The fat man walked to Xia Zuo, kicked Xia Zuo in the leg, lowered his head and cursed fiercely.

"I'm a little mistake, please... please don't hit me!" Xia Zuo's eyes were huddled in the corner of the wall in panic, as if he was very afraid of begging.

"Hmph! You are lucky. I'm happy today, my master. Otherwise, if you are good, let's go... Don't let me see you again!" The fat man who is used to being arrogant and lucky seemed to have something good today. After kicking him, he stopped making things difficult for Xia Zuo and cursed and took people away.

The little fat guys and the others left the alley and merged into the street and slowly disappeared. Xia Zuo quietly got up, swept the soil on his body, and walked towards the depths of the alley.

He didn't care about what he had just happened. Charlie once repeatedly told him to pay attention to hiding his identity outside. He had just left the desert and didn't want to cause trouble. He was beaten and thought it was tickling. But if he beat the other party, he would naturally be in trouble. If his identity as a Celsa person was exposed, everything would be over.

Xia Zuo began to wander around the city. Since he couldn't go to the academy, he planned to stay here for a few days, first learn about the atmosphere of the outside world, then find a way to get some money, and then leave here by boat.

From noon to dusk, Xia Zuo kept wandering around without any fatigue. He looked at a lot of things and had a brief chat with his uncle who sold fish. He knew a lot of things he had never known, but his condition changed from excitement to confusion because he didn't know what he should do.

The sun gradually sets, and Xia Zuo walked to the door of a tavern and stopped. Listening to the noisy sound inside, he raised his hand and touched his stomach.

"Recruiting errands, paying three silver dollars a month, providing food and accommodation!" It was written on the wooden board outside the tavern.

Xia Zuo hesitated for a moment and walked towards the tavern, intending to fill his stomach in the tavern first, and then without paying, he would naturally be left to work as a choreographer. By tomorrow, he would find an opportunity to run away.

"Hahaha, look at what this is! This is what my father got from the black market for a lot of money..."

Xia Zuo had just entered the tavern and heard a familiar voice in the noise, with a little arrogance and a little tenderness. He turned around and saw more than a dozen people sitting around a large table in the corner of the tavern. The fat man who was accidentally hit by Xia Zuo at noon was also among them. He was stepping on a chair with one foot, holding a piece of white paper in his hand, shouting loudly.

"Although it's just a third-level certificate, there's not even a word on it, hahaha, but I'm going to the airship soon. This time, I'm going to the UK and go to the Royal Academy! Don't worry, I'll never forget it, haha!" The fat man said drunk, obviously he drank a lot of wine. After saying that, he put the piece of paper in his arms and took it very carefully.

The sound of the fat little boy's friends flattering him immediately came around.

"Then why haven't you gone yet? It's getting dark." One of them asked.

"Hey! What do you know? This airship must be parked here for one day and will not leave tomorrow at noon. If you go up, you can't get off. Those who are rushing to go up are brainless. Don't worry, come on, drink!"

Xia Zuo stood at the door of the tavern and frowned slightly. Hearing the fat man's words full of complacentness, his eyes lit up slightly.

"It's not my fault, it's not my fault. I've apologized before. He kicked me, not my fault!" Xia Zuo, who had vowed to stop doing bad things since he left the desert, kept muttering in his heart and quickly walked towards the fat man.

Xia Zuo hurried past the table where the fat man was drinking. As if there was something urgent, he hit the table "accidentally". The table shook hard, the dishes on the plate on the table spread out, and the wine pot placed beside the table fell off from it.

With a "bang!", the wine pot fell to the ground and exploded, and the wine splashed everywhere.

"Where did the beggar come from? It blinded your dog's eyes!" the fat man immediately scolded.

Xia Zuo stopped and turned around and looked at him, looking panicked.

"It's you again, kid, you're looking for death!" The fat man recognized Xia Zuo and grabbed Xia Zuo with his chubby hands.

Xia Zuo turned around and ran toward the tavern gate.

"Chasing him! Damn..."

Following the fat man's words, his servants stood up from the table beside him, and followed the fat man to chase Xia Zuo.

Xia Zuo left the tavern and fled in a hurry. He deliberately kept his speed open and ran for several streets. Finally, he was blocked by the fat man in a dead end.

"Don't hit me, I didn't mean it, don't..." Xia Zuo shrank in the corner, looking like he was about to be beaten with no prospects, his eyes full of panic.

"Call me!" The little fat man said nothing nonsense, waved his hand and shouted, and was the first to rush forward.

Bang bang bang! Bang bang! Bang...

There was a crackling sound of striking, and the little fat man and five guards punched Xia Zuo, who was curled up on the ground and hugged his head. Xia Zuo could still scream at first, and could hold the little fat man's legs and beg him not to hit him, but gradually, Xia Zuo closed his eyes and shrank on the ground without any movement, and his robe was covered with dirty footprints.

The guards felt that the situation was wrong and stopped one by one. One of the guards said nervously: "Young master, something is wrong, don't kill anyone."

"Hi! Hi!" the little fat man shouted, kicking Xia Zuo's body with his feet. Seeing that Xia Zuo still had no reaction, his face turned slightly pale. He looked at the alley where no one else appeared, waved to the guards and said, "Let's go, go back and drink. This has nothing to do with us. We have never been here!"

The little fat man hurriedly left with his guards, and they were afraid that they would die, so it would be a big deal.

The sky gradually became darker and the alley slowly became silent, without any sound.

"Idiot!" Xia Zuo suddenly opened his eyes and muttered and got up silently.

I swept the soil on my body, looked back at the wall more than three meters high, and my body suddenly ejected, and my feet urged against the wall once, and my body passed by like a kite.

Xia Zuo fell into another alley, took off his dirty robe and put it on his arms. Xia Zuo walked out of the alley, and merged into the crowd of people on the streets that were still lively at dusk, gradually losing sight.

...

The little fat man took the man back to the tavern again. After drinking a glass of wine, he started to brag about him again. He quickly forgot about Xia Zuo, and the atmosphere at the table was warm again.

The next morning, the fat man who had been drunk and slept at the table for a night opened his confused eyes, shook his head and looked at the guests in the tavern in groups of three or three, then turned to look at the guards who were also drunk and not yet awakened. Subconsciously raised his hand and touched his chest.

The little fat man pressed his hands on his chest, his face pale.

He reached into his clothes again, grabbed it carefully, and froze again, and a cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

It's gone, it's all gone! Not only the admission certificate of the Royal College of England, but also his wallet.

"At up, get up, no one is allowed to leave. Search for me. If you dare to steal my master's things, you will be dead! Block the door for me, search for me quickly!"

The little fat man's sharp shouts resounded throughout the tavern.

He might never have dreamed that the person who actually stole his stuff was not a guest in the tavern, but the dirty little boy who had been "beaten to death" by him yesterday evening.
Chapter completed!