The little boy was short and thin, his clothes and body were stained with stains. He looked at the warrior with a shiny shield walking in and retreated in fear. The Black Mountain demon pursed his lips, lowered his body to look at the other person's little face, and took out three gold coins from his waist. He was about to put it in the bowl in front of the boy, but was stopped by the Sansang Cairen.

The Black Mountain demon made a puzzled expression to the priest. The Sand Picking Man just shook his head, took out a silver coin, shook it at the boy, and asked with a smile, "Is there a place called Shoe Nail Grocery Store nearby?

The little boy stared at the silver coins in front of him, and his tone was a little stuttering because he was nervous, "Well... that... that, just walking not far forward, there was a sign hanging in the first alley on the left."

"Thank you~" The man from Sang put the silver coins gently in the boy's hand, reached out and touched the other party's messy hair, turned around and left the Black Mountain demon, leaving only the little boy excitedly looking at the silver coins reflected by the sunlight in his hand.

"In the slum, three gold coins bring only trouble to a little boy," the Caisang man looked for the alley in the boy's mouth and explained to the Black Mountain demon beside him.

"I understand this, but..." I don't know whether it's helplessness about the current situation or the unwillingness to change the situation, the Black Mountain little demon was a little depressed, "Why should such a real scene be set in the game world~"

"This is the true manifestation of the game world. If this world is not real, it will not be so attractive," Caisangren stared at the other end of Oak Street with a bright look, and replied with his lips pursed, "But in the game, players are the most powerful force, and the future is long. Who can be sure that players do not have the ability to change these situations?"

After hearing the words of Caisangren, the Black Mountain little demon was instantly excited again, "Yes, when I have the strength in the future, I will definitely kill all the slave traders of Feilun, drive the Red Robe Master back to their hometown, and the slums here in Ximen must also be transformed..."

The man from Caisang listened to the lofty ambitions of the Black Mountain demon and kept saying yes, but he smiled and said in his heart, "Fortunately the block is not here, otherwise he would definitely pour cold water on you."

The route given by the little boy was right. The two of them quickly found the target alley and saw the wooden sign in the shape of a broken leather shoe hanging under the eaves. If they didn't look carefully, they would definitely think that the stone was ordinary rotten wooden boards.

After the Sang Cairen was confirmed again that no one was following him, the Black Mountain demon walked up and knocked on the door.

"It's us, Turner."

After a while, the tightly closed wooden door slowly opened. "Stinky Fish" Turner looked through the crack of the door and opened the door a crack, "Come in!"

The two of them winked each other and held the weapon in their hands. The Black Mountain Demon raised his foot and kicked Turner behind the door. The Black Mountain Demon and the Sang Cairen rushed into the room in a battle formation, confirming that there was no ambush, but it was full of the choking tobacco smell. The Sang Cairen waved his hand to drive the white smoke all over the room before turning around and closing the wooden door.

"Oh!... The old guy Somantu knew was all violent!" Turner rubbed his forehead, which was knocked out of a big bag, and cursed hatefully.

"Sorry," the Black Mountain Demon quickly helped Turner up, "Someone followed us on the road, but we solved it, so we were worried that there would be an ambush..."

There is a problem that has to be guarded against. The NPCs in the game have their own background. Before they figure it out, they really can't tell whether it is an enemy or a friend. Turner hummed and pressed the big bag on his head, squatted on the chair and looked at the two of them in front of him, without saying anything else.

"We are looking for some clues, Lord Somantu said you are his friend..."

"Who is his friend? That old bastard has lived for hundreds of years but hasn't lived enough! He will cause trouble for others, and he should have died long ago!"

The Black Mountain demon opened his mouth and raised the task in his hand. Who knew that he was interrupted roughly by Turner just after saying a few words. He turned his head to look at the Caisangren. Both of them looked confused: Judging from this person's attitude, Somantu did know him, but this friendship is hard to say, and it seems that it is true that there is a festival.

After a brief silence, the Sand Picking Man said, "So, at least please patiently listen to us finish the matter, okay?" Although Turner gasped, he did not interrupt the Elf Priest's words.

Caisang people sorted out their thoughts and continued: "We accidentally found a corpse in an underground river channel, and followed the clues to find Lord Al Somantu. Somantu determined that the owner of the corpse was an old friend of his, and entrusted us to investigate the true appearance of the incident that year..."

"What corpse!" When he heard that the corpse was Soraman's old friend, Turner suddenly raised his head, staring at the Caisangren with dim eyes, and his whole body exuded a breath of wild beasts.

The man from the Sand was stunned for a moment, shook the mace in his hand, and then stared at Turner's expression and replied, "It's a druid's body, Lord Somantu's old friend Sid."

When Turner heard Sid's name, he was stunned. He seemed to have guessed the answer but didn't want it to be this answer. He looked a little dazed in his expression. He raised his head and breathed a sigh of relief, leaned on the back of the chair weakly.

The Black Mountain Little Demon and Caisangren knew that things had a turnaround, so they didn't speak rashly. The old man Turner took out an antique pipe that was obviously a bit old from somewhere, and lit it and took a sip.

After a long time, Turner spoke, but his voice became extremely hoarse, "What was the old man Somantu's title before?"

"Quiet Knight!" The Sang Cairen quickly answered.

"Hu..." Turner exhaled a long mouthful of white smoke, squatted on the chair and stretched out his thin body, staring at the roof with his eyes blankly, "You can tell the name of Sid, and the old-fashioned title that only the red-robed wizards who love tattoos know, I believe that what I said is true."

"It's okay for this old man Soraman, I'm helping Sid!" Turner added hatefully.

There is a chance! The Black Mountain Little Demon quickly made a fight, "It's good, thank you. So what clues can you provide? By the way," the Black Mountain Little Demon suddenly remembered the message Fang Yi sent before, "Our friends once fought with the Red Painted Master in Taisil. Do you know anything about them?"

"And the red-robed mage?" Turner knocked the wooden table beside him with his pipe. The Black Mountain Demon looked at the dilapidated table, and was a little worried that he would knock a hole out. "You are really going to cause trouble, but you should worry about the enemy in front of you first!"
Chapter completed!