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, it is a temporary foothold established due to business travel. From here
Another sixty kilometers to the west is Berga Harbor. Because of this, it is quite lively here on weekdays. There are many shops along the two horizontal and one vertical streets, but most of them are restaurants, wineries, and seven or eight restaurants.
Home hotel.
It was already 10 a.m. Western time when Alice arrived here two days later. She spent two days relaxing on the beach in Belga and set off on a new journey early this morning.
Speaking of the country of 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, and a small amount of Green Songke tribe.
, the Horned Tribe, and the Inhuman Tribe who live near the coastline, that is, the Tidal Tribe. Among the two percent of the dwarf tribe, most are the Fosello dwarves who have lived here for generations, and people such as Neanderthal
Human dwarves later moved here.
In this temporarily established midway town, many of the people doing business here are non-human races. Because of this difference between races, this place is a mixed bag, and there are often 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 visit, 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 yet midsummer, the scorching sun had already made the streets less noisy. This was the lunch break, and even the old yellow dog covered with scumbags
It also lay motionless under the shady tree, just watching the passers-by with its narrowed eyes. After this short period of time, the street would 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. She was alone at a table with an umbrella covering her head. In such an environment,
Dining is quite comfortable.
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 have brought
The packaged luggage was also equipped with weapons and armor, but it was not the kind of merchants who carried their own goods and gathered together in three or two. Nor did they look like mercenaries who performed tasks in small teams. There was only one person sitting at the other table.
This man is middle-aged and orders a lot of things, but his mind is not entirely on the food. Instead, he keeps looking towards the street, as if he is waiting for someone.
Alice was observing these people carefully. It was not that there was anything strange about these people, but that she was using this to practice her ability to see people. This was also one of her daily lessons. However, Alice's observation was quickly revealed.
The middle-aged man sitting alone at the table noticed it. He glanced at Alice, as if to warn her, and to determine her identity. But it was obvious that he did not find anything in Alice that meant anything to him.
Unfavorable factors, so he continued to eat his meal absentmindedly.
At this time, a camel team carrying loads of goods filed into the streets of the town. 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.
The middle-aged man in the same restaurant as Alice stretched his neck, looking for someone in the camel team. 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 and waved. He turned back to the leader of the camel team and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you at this time. You can let us go along with you and treat us to food and wine."
The leader of the camel team smiled and said: "No, our caravan always likes to make friends. If we encounter difficulties on the way, we will lend a helping hand. Your ability has also helped us a lot along the way, helping each other."
The big bald man laughed 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 several of his people to the restaurant where his cousin was staying. They ordered some more food and started chatting, recounting the hard work of 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 his cousin said angrily: "Stop talking, I encountered some troubles on the way, otherwise I would have come back long ago, and I wouldn't have asked you to meet here."
My cousin frowned: "What can make you so angry?"
The bald cousin lowered his voice and said, "It's all because of the Christian family's Extreme Sword that I told you about in my letter. The mercenaries spread the news that the Extreme Sword was taken by us, and even one person
We met a lot of people who made trouble for us on the way. If we hadn't hid in these caravans later, I might not have made it here."
It turns out that this person is none other than the hunter Gordon and his group who captured the Bimoye Extreme Sword in the Warcraft Forest. And this middle-aged man called cousin is the dark organization that was broken up by the Prisoner's Gate.
The leader of Death Mafia——Mafia.
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 and retaliate. Just over a year ago
Gordon was leading a team hunting in the Warcraft Forest, and Mafia had been unable to contact her until October last year. Since then, Gordon has been troubled by the trouble caused by Ji Sword, and was visited several times.
The man who took the sword was forced into a dangerous situation, which delayed his journey on the road. It was not until today that the two finally met in this small town.
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 own situations while eating.
After listening to Mafia's experience, Gordon said: "I also know a little about the Prisoner's Gate you mentioned. It is a group of evil forces deeply rooted in St. Vikia. If they can survive there for so long, there must be something wrong.
My own power network, cousin, it is really unwise for you to mess with them."
Mafia said angrily: "It's not that I want to provoke them, they came to me. Now that the death Mafia that I worked so hard to build has been destroyed by them, 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. What's more, all of your men are gone now."
You are now alone, and the people who supported you have 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 was divided on one side, 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, the person who funded you, Hillary, do you know his identity clearly?"
Background 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 the time, so I didn't pay much attention to his background."
Tagore clicked his tongue regretfully: "This man works so mysteriously and has a large amount of money. His background must not be simple. 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: "Do you think that that person spent a lot of money on you and asked you to do so many things for him, but now that things haven't worked out, do you think he might 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 place occupied by the Prisoner's Gate, and the location of the three underground vaults, 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 find me yet?"
Gordon smiled and said: "If he doesn't come to 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 there for you to find him."
Mafia felt relieved after hearing what Gordon said. She picked up her 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 person who was once prominent.
The Death of Mafia.”
Separated by two tables, Alice couldn't hear what a few people were whispering over there. Although the street was quieter at noon, it was still noisy. Of course, Alice didn't deliberately steal anything.
Listening to what others said, her mind was now focused on one thing, and that was - Long Ling!
The lunch break 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 herself up.
The simple luggage, after paying the bill, walked to the other end of the street with the flow of people, and quickly disappeared among the crowd.
…
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 walking... walking...
Until it reaches the end of the sunset and disappears...