After Brutus walked into the city hall, he found that everyone here was chatting in low voices. He leaned over and eavesdropped a few words.
"The security situation in Tatto seems to be getting worse recently."
"Yes, and more and more people want to move out of Tatto."
"I don't know what the guard camp is doing all day long. Alas, life is hard. I'm worried that something big will happen in the town one day."
After Brutus listened to a few more words, he lost any interest. These people chatted for a long time as if they had not chatted at all. They were all commenting on the current situation and could not tell any useful information.
He bypassed the crowd of people gathered in twos and threes and walked to the information desk of the city hall, where a fat staff member was lying on a recliner with his eyes closed and meditating.
"It seems that there are also very vacant positions in the city hall." Brutus complained secretly, and then tapped his right index finger on the information desk a few times.
"Hello, I have something to ask you."
The fat man opened his eyes slightly when he heard the sound, glanced at Brutus, and muttered vaguely: "Go to the guard camp for security issues. If it's something you encounter in life, go to other people in the hall.
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"But don't you come to the information desk to ask questions?" Brutus asked knowingly.
"Then this is not an information desk." The fat man straightened up slightly and reached out to change the direction of the standing sign on the table. "You people who know a few words are so troublesome."
Brutus, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, had nothing to say about this, so he had no choice but to go to the identity registration place to try his luck - after all, there was someone here who he had a close relationship with.
"Mr. Brutus? Hello, are you here today?" Sitting here is the same red-haired man from last time. He still has some impression of Brutus, a Grisian.
"I would like to consult some, um, government affairs issues, about--"
Before he finished speaking, the red-haired man interrupted him: "Well, Mr. Brutus, I think you can go to the consultation office to ask about these things. After all, I am not responsible for this matter."
"But the consultation office does not accept my consultation." Brutus was a little happy, and he explained, "The person sitting there even told me that it was not a consultation office."
"Witt seems to be on duty today?" The red-haired man probably understood what was going on, "Then I think Mr. Brutus should come back tomorrow to ask questions. You definitely can't ask questions here today."
Well, there are always a few people in every place who can take advantage of others without being restrained... Brutus was used to this. He thanked the red-haired man and left the city hall.
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Looking up at the getting dark sky, Brutus had to wonder where to go next.
"Perhaps we should go back to Thuringia Road directly. I've been running around outside for the past half month, so it's time to lie down at home and rest for a few days." In the end, he decided to let it go. Nothing is more important than rest now.
Walking on the stone road in Taterto Town, looking at the immigrants who were busy gathering the goods on the straw mats, Brutus suddenly felt that something was wrong. A layer of mist appeared on the ground at some point, and this
The layer of mist is still rising.
"It's almost evening now, and the water vapor isn't heavy, so why is there still fog?"
He looked around and decided to stop and find a suitable place to stay for a while. After looking around, he decided to go into a weapons store.
"Sorry sir, I have to make some proofs." The shopkeeper saw Brutus walking into the shop quickly and walked up to signal.
"Ah, I'm sorry, there's a layer of mist outside for some reason. I want to come in and wait for a while. Is that okay?" Brutus pointed to the outside of the store.
"Is it foggy at this time?" The shopkeeper looked out in surprise and found that the situation was indeed as Brutus said, "Okay, but sir, you have to leave after the fog clears."
"Thank you."
Brutus leaned against the door and watched the shopkeeper carefully maintaining the weapons displayed in the shop.
"I would like to ask, how many years have you lived here?" Anyway, I have nothing to do now, so why not try to chat.
"Aren't you from Tatto Town?" The shopkeeper raised his eyes and glanced at Brutus, "Well, it certainly doesn't look like it."
He continued to look at the sword he was cleaning: "I have lived here since I was a child, probably - well, probably more than fifty years ago. This shop was inherited from my father."
Brutus glanced outside the store. Not only did the fog not dissipate, it actually became thicker.
"How is business usually?"
"We are barely getting by. After all, those who serve in the military need to prepare their own weapons, but not every place has a blacksmith who can make weapons and armor." The shop owner hung the oiled sword back to the weapon rack, and then took off another one.
Start maintenance, "If you can buy a few pieces, then you won't have to make ends meet these days."
If you don't open for three years, you can open for three years? Brutus thought so. He looked at the weapons in the store. The workmanship was much worse than those of the White Horse Chamber of Commerce, but the prices were naturally much cheaper - of course, this was only relative.
It's cheap, but actually it still costs a lot of silver lat.
"If there is an urgent need, you might consider——"
"Ah!" A scream came from outside the house, and then there was the sound of a building collapsing.
"One moment." Brutus finished this sentence accompanied by a scream. He frowned and looked outside the house, but naturally found nothing in the thick fog.
"Perhaps now is a good time." The shopkeeper held the long sword in his hand and stood up, "But I think I can lend it to you for a while first."
"Thank you very much." Brutus walked to the weapon rack, took down a dagger that he thought was the right size, then leaned against the door, and hung up the door bolt.
Several more screams were heard in the street, and then the sound of the door being closed. When the situation was still unclear, everyone unanimously chose to stay in the house to protect themselves.
"What a good time to pick." Brutus' palm holding the dagger was sweating a little, "Sure enough, people should be more afraid of the unknown."
"Who wants to do something this time?" He frowned, feeling that the situation in Taterto Town was about to take a bad turn. "What will happen next?"
"Bang!" A heavy blow hit the door of the weapons store. Brutus looked back at the store owner. The long sword in the owner's hand was replaced by a short crossbow, pointing directly at the door.
"Bang!" Another heavy blow.
Brutus involuntarily began to take a deep breath. He adjusted his posture slightly, then moved his eyes away from the door and placed his eyes on the window not far away from him.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" The continuous heavy blows made the door even creak.
But in the end, it was not the wooden door that was smashed open, but the wooden window that had not been noticed by the shop owner. A figure flew in from the window. The shop owner was caught off guard and fired the short crossbow in his hand before he had finished adjusting. The crossbow arrow sank directly into the wooden floor.
Brutus bumped into him, knocking the flying figure to the ground. He hit the intruder's head hard with the hilt of his sword, and then punched him hard with his left hand.
Unexpectedly hard... He calmed down and took a closer look. Who was underneath him? It was clearly a skeleton covered in layers of clothes.
So Brutus used the sword held in his backhand to cut off the skull's head with a heavy stroke.