Early in the morning, at 6:10, at the south gate of York City.
It was just dawn, and the guard who had been on duty all night felt very sleepy and couldn't help but want to yawn. Suddenly, he found that there was someone beside him and he screamed in fright.
"Mr. Ondu? Why are you here?"
"Why can't I be here?" Angdu also looked tired, his eyelids were drooped, his face was a little gray, and he looked very dull.
"It was a really bad night. The explosion occurred in the basement of a townhouse. After the fire, the sparks spread across two streets. The streets were crowded with people and it was raining. There was no chance of finding him." Angdu was on duty.
Looking around, he said, "You don't even have anything edible here? Even a piece of overnight brown bread."
The guard couldn't keep up with Ondu's thoughts for a while, and was stunned for a while, "Didn't you see Ms. Cecia? She said she was looking for you?"
"She has been here? How is it?"
The guard pointed to the portrait posted in a prominent position at the city gate, and Angdu walked over and took a look.
"It looks really good. Did you draw this?"
"This was drawn with the help of Ms. Cecia. According to her instructions, I took it back overnight and had many copies copied. It should be plastered all over the streets of York today."
"Very good," Angdu nodded, "Is this the young man you were talking about?"
"Yes, the name is Su Ge? Iosig." The guard saw Ondu frowning while staring at the portrait, and was a little confused, "Do you know him?"
"I don't know him at all, and this is the first time I heard the name, but I always feel like I can't put it into words. This is a hint in mysticism, but I can't decipher it yet..."
"If Cecia or anyone comes here again, tell her to come find me in the association."
Angdu suddenly left such a sentence and ran away in the blink of an eye.
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Compared to the quiet Upper Bay Area and Upper Block, although the Lower Block has been busy for a night, many people have already begun to move around.
The city of York is run through by the Lims River from northwest to southeast. There is a seaport more than ten kilometers east of the city. The people in the Lower Block are no better than those in other blocks. Most of them are poor locals or foreigners looking for work. They can only get up early to start work.
You have to work to earn a little enough money to survive.
Lower Block, Swordfish Cafe on Green Manluo Street.
This is indeed a cafe, but it mainly provides simple meals, because people in the lower block simply don’t have the spare money and time to enjoy a cup of coffee that is not very authentic, so people who come and go will stop here and ask for a five-penny cup.
A simple meal, stuffed into the stomach in a hurry and then continued to work.
Of course, you can also ask the bearded shopkeeper not to add pork sausage, which only costs three pence.
At this time, the cafe was crowded, but they were all workers standing at the bar waiting to take their meals. Their faces showed eagerness, because if you slow down, the few good jobs are likely to be lost.
snatched away by others.
The only table of people sitting down to eat was in the corner.
While the strong and burly man stuffed pork sausage into his mouth, his small eyes kept looking at the people coming and going.
"Brother Graci, do you think no one will find us?" The person sitting opposite asked in a low voice, his voice trembling, obviously very nervous.
"For the sake of love, can you shut your mouth?" the man called Grachi scolded in a low voice, "No one will find out. What you have to do now is to pick up the pork sausage in front of you.
, shut up your stupid mouth that often gets into trouble."
Gratchi took a deep breath, took a sip of cheap coffee, and whispered: "Martin, yesterday's ceremony, was it somewhere?
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Something went wrong? Why did the explosion happen suddenly?"
"I'm also very confused, Brother Grachi. I've seen every detail. Even the blood used for sacrifice is freshly drawn." The man who looked like a younger brother stretched out his arm as he spoke, revealing a rather strange expression.
Obvious needle holes.
Glaci glanced at it, reached out to pull down the clothes on the arm, and then pushed a cup of coffee over.
"The great Black Goat will remember your service."
Martin chuckled, picked up the coffee and began to drink it happily. The low-quality coffee sold for only one penny tasted extremely delicious to him.
"Fortunately, that place was a long-abandoned basement, and everyone around it went out to work, and the population flow was high, so it was not discovered. But now it is very difficult to find a similar place." Guerra said.
Qi sighed.
This was an important task assigned by the envoy. He originally planned to call it a day after the ceremony and leave York by sea. Not only would he avoid pursuit, but he would also be able to receive a huge reward from the island where he was transiting.
In that case, even if it's not in Faerûn, you can at least buy a grape plantation in a remote place, and maybe add a windmill.
Unexpectedly, the ceremony that had been prepared for a long time suddenly exploded in the middle of the process. Not only was the task not completed, but several of his brothers almost lost their lives as a result.
"Brother Gracchi, Brother Gracchi..."
"What's going on?" Gratchi's thoughts were interrupted and he was a little impatient.
"Should we continue?" Martin's eyes flickered and he pondered for a while, "We can find a similar place. Anyway, there are many similar places in the lower block. But I don't understand why you have to take us
Scattered in different areas?”
Gratchi couldn't hold back and slapped Martin on the head. Afterwards, he looked around and found that no one noticed the movement on his side, so he lowered his voice and said: "Damn it, I am very suspicious of you now."
It's a bear in human skin. Do you still want me to teach you such a simple question?"
"If you don't disperse, are you waiting for the police and people from the church to catch you? And after this, they will be more vigilant. Places that have not been used for a long time will become their primary targets, and now they will act rashly
, which is equivalent to taking the initiative to deliver it to your door.”
"Ah, hahaha, that's it, hahaha, why didn't I think of that."
Graci sighed again, "So the two most important things at the moment are to find a secluded place, maybe consider the suburbs not far away, and the second is to re-collect ritual materials, both of which must be avoided while avoiding detection.
Do it secretly under certain circumstances.”
Martin drank all the coffee, licked his lips and said, "But brother Graci, have you ever thought that since our preparations are all fine, maybe it's a problem with the ceremony itself?"
Gratchi was stunned for a moment, then slapped Martin on the head again, "How is that possible?! How could the ritual drawings given by the messenger be wrong?"
"Maybe, the drawing is missing a corner anyway, who knows..." Martin said as he suddenly saw Gratchi's sharp eyes and quickly closed his mouth.
"Have you finished eating? Leave immediately after finishing eating."
"Start looking for a place?" Martin looked forward to it.
"Start looking for a job," Graci stood up to pay the bill and glanced at the job commission on the wooden railing beside the bar. "We have to integrate into this city before we can take the next step. What do you think of the dock handling job?"
"I don't think it's good."
Grach led Martin out of the Jianyu Cafe. There was a burning smell in the slightly cold air. He frowned slightly and walked toward the east port.
Maybe it’s really a picture
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The paper is wrong. To be on the safe side, should I contact the messenger?
While thinking about it, suddenly a fast-moving figure bumped into him head-on. Gratchi was a tall man, but the person coming from the other side was knocked to the ground.
"Damn it, how do you walk?" Martin came over, looking furious.
Gratchi stopped him, for fear of making things worse, and then stretched out his hand to pull up the young man on the ground.
The young man was wearing shabby clothes, and his left arm was missing from his shirt. At this time, his left arm was bare and exposed, and he was shaking slightly in this early morning.
"It's okay." Gratchi waved his hand to Martin and turned to the young man and asked, "Are you okay?"
The young man didn't say anything. His face seemed to be in poor health. He just leaned over slightly to express his apology, and then ran away.
Gratchi didn't pay attention. He knew that keeping a low profile in this city at this time was the right way to act.
"Brother Grachi, look over there."
Gratchi followed Martin's finger and saw a brand new portrait taped to the corner of the wall.
After just a brief glance, his whole body became nervous.
The golden lines on the side of the portrait and the bright red mark on the lower right side all indicate that this is a wanted list from the Griffin Kingdom.
He wouldn't have been discovered right now... Gratchi was worried and was about to leave quickly, but at this moment, Martin's lazy voice came over.
"Brother Grachi, don't worry, it's not us..."
"Damn it! There is no word 'low-key' in the way you act!"
Gratchi felt that his blood pressure was a little high, so he slowly moved closer to look at the portrait.
There was a picture of a young man on the wanted list, his name was Su Ge Aiosig.
Relevant information is also written below:
The origin of this person is unknown. It has been confirmed that he has sneaked into York City at this time, or may be related to last night's explosion. He is a major suspect in the demon incident a week ago.
The situation is urgent, and anyone who provides valid clues will receive a one-pound reward, and those who provide important clues will receive a reward ranging from five to ten pounds.
Graci frowned. As the person in charge who started preparing for the demonic ritual more than a week ago, and who was also a witness to the explosion caused by the interruption of the ritual last night, he was full of questions.
The major suspect in the demon incident a week ago? Why didn't I know? Could it be the assistant sent by the messenger? No, we have been preparing for so long and haven't been discovered. How could this person... Gratchi was a little confused, and suddenly
Finding that the portrait on the wanted list looked familiar, he turned around suddenly, and the figure was no longer behind him.
Only then did he remember that the person pictured on the wanted list in front of him was exactly the same as the person who had just bumped into him.
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Located near the Lims River in the Upper Bay District, there is a double-story sloping roof house that looks a bit old.
Angdu was sitting at the end of the long conference table on the second floor, holding a wanted list that should have been spread throughout the city at this moment, and holding a round red bean bread in his mouth.
He didn't dare to look at Cecia who was staring at him on his left, so he directly covered his left face with the wanted flyer and looked at the two people on his right.
"Brother Selin, thank you for your hard work..."
The man named Selin looked like a standard middle-aged man. Although his hair was slightly gray, he was still energetic. He glanced at Angdu and interrupted directly:
"We can omit these meaningless polite words between us. Where is the information?"
Angdu put the wanted list on the table, faced Cecia's murderous gaze, and smiled dryly.
"I want to ask everyone what they think about this one named Su Ge."