87_87643 Three hours before the peak.

The rain stopped, as suddenly as it began to fall. The rain washed away the dirt floating in the air, and in some places it built up brown puddles, and the cool breeze gave a rare feeling of coolness - though the decent condition was soon re-choked by the exhaust fumes from hundreds of cigarettes.

Morriel stooped down and washed his face and neck with the water from the tub, being careful not to let his head touch the beam as he straightened. She didn't go to get a towel to wipe it, because she hadn't cleaned the rag like water with a spell. Although she ordered the waiter to replace all the supplies with new ones when she moved into the attic, the reality of the "new look" was still plain and clear: dirty.

I really don't know if Jacob felt that he finally didn't need to deal with her, so he was perfunctory, or if his understanding of "slightly better" was too different from the female mage. The walls are uneven, plastered with an unsightly layer of stucco, and the wooden shelves support the roof. There was a table next to the bed, opposite where she had just washed her face, and the basin on top of a stove that had been extinguished. The only thing that caught the eye was the corner box, wrapped in tin sheets, fastened with a few big thick nails, and the lock seemed to be very secure, but only a fool would put his belongings in it and swagger out on his own. The floor creaks when you step on it, and if you look at the area, you will feel that the room is quite spacious, but it must be pointed out that one wall is simply sloping inward - so there is only a little more than half of the place where you can lift your head and move around. There are two windows on the sloping wall, because of the poor sealing. A large water stain leaked in along the wall, and the floor under the window root had already been completely destroyed because of this. But the dusty windowpanes were much brighter because of the rain, and through the windows Morriel could see the stars swaying in the sky outside.

She knew it wasn't Starlight. The other half of the Seal City hangs over it, the same streets, pavilions, and the inhabitants and passers-by who live in it. For as long as she wants, a simple flying technique, or hire a vulture carriage for a few gold coins. You can even walk one step at a time on just two legs – provided you are a person who knows the way, or follow someone who knows the way.

The female mage was reluctant to put saliva on her fingers to extinguish the oil lamp, so she simply blocked the air around ***. The room quickly fell into darkness, and those on the other side of the circle would not have noticed the slightest diminity in the sky.

The stairs are narrow, dark, and equally creaky.

A "drunk" who suddenly appears meets Moriel at the corner of the stairs. He smiled and flinched at the sight of the silver flame that suddenly ignited in the mage's eyes, giving up his attempt to squeeze past her by pretending to be crazy with wine and taking advantage of her. After all, this is the city of imprints, and after all, he is not a fool. The real drunkard will soon wander to the morgue of the dead.

Watching the creature slip down the hallway, Morriel paused to make the way, for she couldn't remember the way the innkeeper had taken when she had taken her. In her opinion, the structure of this so-called hotel is simply unbelievable—the staircase sealed at the end, the inaccessible staircase, the uneven and staggered floors, not to mention the fact that the adjacent rooms open the windows of room A and the street when you open the windows of room B, and the kitchens that open the windows of room C and the windows of room C and see room A......

That's why she chose the leaky attic. After figuring out the correct route, the female mage sped up. Along the way, there were at least ten pairs of eyes peeking at her through various gaps. But ignore it all. Most of these people are young people, who are fierce and brave when they gain power, and they are ruthless. But they are better at choosing their prey carefully, and if they realize that their opponent has more power than or even just enough to cause them trouble, they will be afraid to act rashly.

"Although this place is a bit chaotic and there are many dangers, it is indeed a good place to have a black market and listen to news. And I believe it. With your powers, there will be no real danger in the city of the Seal, except for one ......"

That's what Jacob said to her.

Danger?Reaching out and pushing the corner door, Morriel couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. Danger is not just about touching things that can be seen, "a blind man rides a blind horse." "Deep Pool" in the middle of the night brings more than just excitement.

The door opened. Images, sounds, smells, all of these mingle to create an atmosphere that is unique to this type of place, and the tide rushes over you.

Much larger and taller than Morriel had imagined, the oval room was filled with people. It is also unaesthetically devoid of beauty and planning, with casually placed tables and chairs, casually erected bars, casually placed chandeliers, casually built over the floor, casually erected as supports, thick or thin pillars, and creatures that are casually dressed and look a little "casual", and walk around the room casually...... The female mage can now see the windows on the wall without spelling, but I don't know if the residents over there are happy with the free scenery.

Forty-seven isn't too hard to find. He sat near the main entrance on the lowest ground, surrounded by a circle of people. Morriel walked briskly through the crowd, squeezing sideways past a big fat man with a bare upper body and a scaly ringworm on his chest and back, and despite the strange aroma of an incense burner on a nearby table, the fat man's body odor barely made Morriel faint.

The people around Forty-Seven weren't the trouble he was invoking it. They were yellow-skinned, ragged, and their eyes were fixed on one thing for both women and children: shiny, beautiful, pure, noble, and enchanting things—money.

Kylo placed a silver coin in a hand that reached out to the girl. The inhabitants of Seal City often refer to silver coins as "poison", as it has been discovered that silver is a substance that can cause pain to demonic creatures that come into contact with it. But the hands in front of him, full of wrinkles, dirt, cracks, dry and thin skin, and like a mixture of monkey's claws and chicken paws, would never have such scruples. As soon as the silver coin fell, the palm of his hand closed tightly like a touched trap, and the barefoot child, wearing only a large torn shirt, immediately ran into the dark night alley outside without looking back. I didn't even say "thank you".

The vacant seat that remained was immediately occupied by another pair of eyes that were both innocent and greedy. The dim street lamps shone from behind, and the candles in the store reflected on the faces, and the two lights should have blended together, marking a civilized side in the night of the time-like arrival of the Seal City, but the people caught in it seemed to turn into a ridiculous foil, setting off a group of ghosts wandering in the dark otherworld, who did not care about the light of the present world, and only the reflection of coins in their eyes. For it alone can pry loose the great rock that has long been pressing on them called pain, misery, and torment, and cast a glimmer of spiritual turmoil into their deep and stagnant life.

Kairo can't find the silver coins. Money bag only

Gold coins, mixed with a few more expensive platinum coins, all silver and copper coins she overflowed with kindness from her pocket to the beggar's hand.

"If you're going to give these people gold, you might as well let me give them bullets. Forty-seven drank the drink from the cup - the spicy smell seemed to prove that it was wine, but the spicy Cheng dù was a bit out of the ordinary.

"What is a bullet?" Luke doesn't know, but it's certainly not a good thing!" A shrill voice suddenly rang out above the table, and the speaker immediately took shape. It's a small creature with wings. Its hands and feet are slender, its eyes are disproportionately large, its pointed nose twitches nervously, its long ears and translucent wing membranes make it look like an insect: "Your companion is right, silly girl!

It flew around the table with its arms waved, causing the children and adults to retreat: "I can't walk fifty steps." Their intestines will be pulled out and wrapped around their necks!Hey, sympathetic rookie!This is the Seal City, this is the nest. It is your ability to live, not charity! Give your money to Luke, and Luke will give you good things! Pastime, fun, everything! Big man with a tin sheet. Would you like to do more?"

"I think he's drunk enough. Coming to the front, Morriel sarcastically said, "And have you ever seen a constructor who can drink before? I tell you that something is wrong with him, and a bad constructor can swallow you up and chew you up at any moment." And spit on the plate so you can be served on the table of the Knogan demon over there as an hors d'oeuvres, you understand?"

The creature was startled, and flew a little higher and turned to look at the mage. Luke didn't like mages, but Luke respected them. It blinked quickly and sniffled, "Well, it's not surprising to see anything in the Seal City. Please don't be angry, what can Luke do for you?"

"Wine without water. Morrill sat down at the table and tossed it a gold coin, "Maybe you can get me some change and send these people away." ”

"No problem, no problem!" Luke very dexterously took the money and held it in his arms: "Come right away, always at your service." Poor wretch who wants money, come with me, as long as you follow me! Don't disturb my guests again, or I'll tell the guards to kick your ass!"

It shook twice as ostentatiously as it appeared, and then disappeared into thin air as suddenly as it appeared—no one could keep up with it.

"But...... They are so pathetic. Looking at the faces of different ages and appearances, but equally haggard and numb, they dispersed, and Cairo whispered.

"Kairo, you can't really help them. It's like it used to be in Rain City......"

"Poverty makes men down, hunger degrades women, and darkness makes children weak. Forty-seven interrupted Morriel's words and tapped his finger lightly on the table: "Civilization is at its peak, but the world is gradually turning into hell; You see. ”

He raised his chin, referring to the young woman who was laughing with several creatures across the bar from them. She wore an unkempt ponytail, half-leaning on the bar, her thin body didn't seem to be as thick as the cheap fat powder on her face, and she kept pouring bad wine into her mouth one after another, as if only by soaking her heart in wine could she numb the pain caused by the fall, although from time to time she let out a hoarse laugh with the person next to her, but there was no smile in her godless eyes.

"Guess how old she is, fifteen looks like she's only twelve, sixteen and twenty. Today she is a little girl, but tomorrow she will be a woman, anxious to transcend time in order to end her life as soon as possible. There is no place that is not fragile and terrifying, so that people will be chilled when they see it without sadness, it doesn't matter the name, it doesn't matter the age, it doesn't matter the gender, it can no longer distinguish what is good and what is evil, and when you get out of childhood, you will lose the qiē of the world, no longer have freedom, no longer have chastity, and no longer have responsibility. The souls that withered yesterday are like the flowers that fall in the middle of the street, splashed with sludge, waiting for a wheel to crush them. ”

These words frightened Kyro.

Morriel also winced as if facing a stabbing blade, and language was indeed much sharper than a sword in some way.

"I never found out before, and you can still say that...... Such a shocking statement. She lowered her gaze to her hand, and then raised her eyes to look at the forty-seven angular faces.

Forty-seven glanced at her disappreciatively. "Read more, ma'am. I didn't say that. ”

"Read more?" Morrill raised an eyebrow, suddenly annoyed by the statement, "Please, I'm a mage too! Do you know what kind of effort it takes to be a mage? I spent most of the first twenty years of my life in the study and the real room, and I copied the scrolls stacked higher than yours! Do you know the effort I have put into the journey I have achieved now? After all this time, why do you still live by instinct like a lowly creature all day long? I'm not a prostitute who laughs and begs in front of you, so why do you belittle me so wantonly?"

“...... Sister Moriel?" Now Kyro was really frightened.

"I'm not belittling you. The Tin Man turned his head to look at her. "Look at you, if I had those sophisticated devices on my body, I would have found out that your blood pressure was ......"

"That's enough! I'm tired of hearing your ridiculous clichés. Morrill interrupted him sharply, "To hell with what so-called 'precision equipment' you call it, wands and scrolls can never replace real spells, I have given up asking you to use normal human standards, but can you use your brain a little occasionally, just occasionally?" If you want me to put up with this, no problem, but now can you use your 'precision instrument' to guide us, tell us about the topic of substance, tell us the next course of action?"

Forty-Seven was rarely silent for a moment. Finally, he rolled his eyes and seemed to think of an excuse: "Okay, let me think about it." My previous job was to solve problems, and finding problems was not part of my responsibility. As the saying goes, 'there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the boat will go straight to the bridge', and with my intuition, the current situation will soon change......"

"What?" said Morriel, angry. "By your intuition? I tell you, and you wait until it rusts—"

The situation changed much faster than Forty-Seven had anticipated -- it has to be said that serious emergencies from the outside were often a panacea for resolving or temporarily alleviating internal contradictions