"Shut your mouth!"

One of the staff members who brought the crowd in let out a low sigh.

"Haha, I'm thinking about them too." The young man who spoke swept his gaze over everyone.

"There are a few of them that are still in shape, and the others are rubbish."

"Spit!"

The young man spat on the ground with a mouthful of thick phlegm, and this time he did not hide the contempt on his face.

"Come here and take a look, get back in here."

"What we need are qualified demon hunters, companions to rely on, not cowards who can only cry and run."

"Who do you say is a coward?!"

A strong man standing in the crowd couldn't stand the young man's contemptuous gaze, and couldn't help but stand up and roar.

The young man shrugged, "You see, I don't even need to name names, the cowards will stand up on their own. ”

"The weak only use their mouths, but the strong ......"

The young man's gaze lingered on Roger's for a moment.

"Only then will you use your fists!"

"Damn bastard!"

The strong man parted the crowd around him, clenched his fists and rushed forward.

Seeing that the conflict was about to break out, but at this moment, a deep voice came from a distance.

"Stop it!"

"Mr. Black."

Someone around said.

"He is the executive leader of the Hunters' Guild, and he has met him in the guild a few times before, and he is a powerful blood hunter."

Henrik whispered to Roger.

"Robert!"

Blake stared at the young man who took the initiative to provoke, "Take over the work at hand and go to the outskirts of Crescent City, maybe you can vent your excess emotions and physical strength there!" ”

"Why?!"

The young man known as Robert held his head high, and Roger noticed a special tattoo on his neck.

Henrik apparently saw this as well.

"I didn't expect this Robert to be from the Angola Sen family."

Henrik muttered quietly.

"That family is well-known in the Bordeaux region, and it is said that many years ago there were even demon hunters in the family, and the blood is thin over the years."

"But even so, almost every generation has a blood hunter born."

"It's a powerful family."

"This guy's qualifications are very good, otherwise he wouldn't have printed the family emblem on his neck at such a young age."

Questioned to his face, Blake's eyes drooped slightly, "Either go to the outskirts of Crescent City, or go back to your family." ”

He glanced at Robert, then looked at the crowd, "Crescent City is not Bordeaux, this is far more deadly than Bordeaux, but again, the monsters here can make you stronger!" ”

Blake's voice was not loud, but there was a special power surging in his words, and everyone felt refreshed when they heard his words.

"President Black, don't worry, we're ready to come here!"

It was the big man who had an argument with Robert just now.

Blake nodded, motioning for the group to move on, and he turned away with the group.

"Everyone, please come with me."

No one paid any attention to Robert, and the staff in charge of the reception led the crowd into the distance.

Roger and Henrik walked behind, and he looked back to see Robert swapping out of his gear amid a curse.

"Ingmar said that there is always a danger on the periphery of Crescent City, and it is not a good thing to go there."

Everyone walked some distance, and soon a gray-white stone wall appeared in front of everyone.

"Entering from here is the Crescent Inner City, I hope you can pay attention to the fact that every ordinary person you meet here is a living individual, and it is strictly forbidden to discuss anything unrelated to Crescent City here."

"Once inside, there will be a union member in charge of reception, and you will be given a map of the area around Crescent City, and then you will need to go to the designated place according to your respective tasks."

"Only Crescent City is relatively safe here."

"Good luck to all!"

Each person had a goatskin booklet stuffed into their hands, which included a map of Crescent City and its surroundings, as well as the distribution of the city's main buildings.

With supplies, medical care, and a tavern dedicated to resting, Roger felt like he had traveled back in time to Bordeaux more than 100 years ago.

Passing through an iron gate, the real Crescent City comes into view.

The stone brick floor, the color of the buildings in the city is mainly gray, there are tall stone buildings standing everywhere, and there are not many people on the street, most of them are wearing gray cloth and linen clothes.

They walked in a hurry, and when they saw the decorations on Roger and the others, they would quickly lower their heads and then walk away quickly.

"Although we can communicate normally, the people here naturally have an inexplicable resistance to us."

Someone next to him said.

"But if it's not for the guild's mission, who cares if this group of things lives or dies?"

Roger looked sideways, it was the big man who was talking just now, and when he saw Roger's gaze, the big man straightened his chest and smiled.

"You don't have to worry about these guys, they're different from the people above, as long as they're not particularly ......"

A meaningful smile appeared on Dahan's face, "Sometimes it's good to change the taste." ”

"Don't take them too seriously."

"It's just a bunch of aliens."

Roger didn't squeak, the corner of his eye swept over, but he was surprised to find that most of the people had a look similar to that of the big man.

Everyone he saw on the streets didn't seem to be much different from the NPCs in the game to the Demon Hunters who had come here from Bordeaux.

"My name is Perkins, and I'm a demon hunter from the Locke family, so if you have a tricky task, you can ask me for help."

Dahan opened his mouth to introduce himself.

"Although it looks dilapidated and backward, and the facilities are not as good as Bordeaux, please believe that if you stay here for a while, you will fall in love with the world."

"Because here, power is the rule, and we can do whatever we want except for a few iron rules that need to be followed!"

"It's not Menia here, they're not protected by the law, so ......"

The corners of the big man's mouth cracked.

"I think you'll understand."

Although he didn't know what the man in front of him had done, through his slightly hideous smile, Roger seemed to see the blood and dirt behind it.

He finally understood why the Demon Hunters fought monsters in Crescent City, but they were still hostile to the inhabitants of the city.

Because the vast majority of these demon hunters don't think of the residents here as human beings at all, guys like Perkins may not come here for a mission at all.

Rather, it is to satisfy some kind of desire that is dark and twisted in his own darkness.

Hunting monsters is just a matter of following the trend.

"Let's go, to the village mentioned in the mission." Henrik spoke, obviously unaccustomed to the atmosphere around him.

Roger nodded, and instead of continuing to stay in Crescent City, the two found the carriage in charge of the mission.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, Roger sat in the carriage and watched the scenery fly by outside, and the whole city seemed to completely restore Bordeaux more than 100 years ago.

But the strange thing is that under this seemingly real appearance, Roger feels an extreme falsehood.

Everything in front of me seems to be in vain.

Poke and break!

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