87_87643After entering the Rib Cage City for some distance, through the labyrinth of high walls and black tongs overgrown with swords and vines, travelers from outside the city may be able to relax the nerves that have been tense since entering the city.

Along a well-pedestrianized, well-manicured street, some intimidating buildings that are not too tall are lined up, not too far from each other. Thin steam wafted out of the tin pipes on the roofs of these buildings, and before it could rise much in the cold wind, it melted into the dark red sky. The exterior of the house is decorated with various patterns, and it is impossible to tell what shape and ambiguous meaning of black statues dot the buildings, probably some kind of artistic style that only the people of the rib cage city like. Near each statue were a few idle men and women squatting or standing, their eyes scanning up and down the street, like insects waiting to eat, hoping to get something delicious out of the crowd.

"There's a little remnant of the volcano from Torch City underneath here. Jacob led them along the stone path by the side of the street, and Forty-Seven could feel the heat faintly coming from the depths of the earth: "So the houses we see now are baths built on top of volcanic hot springs. It's all owned by Prix or other bigwigs, legally operated, protected......"

"yes, so there are a lot fewer soldiers on this street. ”

Kairo turned sideways to avoid a drunken guy who didn't have much alcohol on him, and the kid shivered violently, took his hand in his arms, and walked away quickly.

The girl did not understand the logic of Moriel's words: "How so? Aren't the soldiers there to protect our land?"

"It depends on whose soldiers, you stupid. Forty-seven is also in the spirit of the vivid lesson: "Once upon a time those soldiers in Rain City. Who is looking after your little shop?"

"But ......"

"Without a people's army, there is no people's army. If the handle is in someone else's hand, do you want it to be farther away or closer?"

"Alright, put away your nonsense, we're here. Morriel followed Jacob to a halt in front of a large house that was built like a stuffy jar. The whole house has only a row of attic windows in the upper part, which is so high and narrow that it is difficult for even a cat to squeeze through. The iron door at the front is tightly closed, as if it is not intended to be passed at all, but only to allow visitors to admire the mosaic on it. Two bodyguard-like men squatted in front of the door. His dress and expression were quite rough, and he didn't stand up when he saw the forty-seven and his party approaching—but he made a slight adjustment in his posture and put his hand in a position where it was easy to draw the weapon from his waist.

"Go away!" a man bared out a mouthful of rotten black and yellow teeth, once again overturning Kairo's business perception.

"Good evening, gentlemen. Jacob wisely stood outside the man's attack range and bowed slightly: "We are not here in a hurry...... It's not an unknown person. ”

After the man took the paper and the "green horn" handed by Jacob (or he only took the copper coin, because the paper was just swept upside down and thrown back), he put on a non-yin and non-yang expression and led them around the main entrance. Turn into the alley next to the big house.

Everywhere and in all times, high-rise buildings are just a shroud over all the dirt and turbidity. The walls were as dark as the floor, but the dirty ash had been glued to them, and no one wanted to think about what was inside. Garbage is littered, sewage is overflowing, sanitation and repairs are far from being as good as on the streets, and there are gaps and holes everywhere, eeriely like the teeth in the mouth of the man leading the way. From time to time, a suspicious gaze peeked through the walls and swept coldly over pedestrians—the gaps were certainly not leading into any of the houses.

Turning a corner, a woman in a tight suit, with a low neckline and leggings standing beneath the "hissing" steam pipe. Although she probably rubbed a whole box of low-quality fat powder on her face. She still couldn't hide her tired look, the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and the bruises on her chin, and because of the wet and hot, her makeup was already a little blurry.

There was no expression on the faces of the women and men. They just glanced at each other and quickly looked away. The meaning of human eyes is very rich, and this short glance already contains the "hands-on?" and "No. "That's a pity, isn't it?" and "Don't you see that the idea is very strong!" and a series of heart-warming information.

The travelers were eventually shunted into a small alley that could not accommodate two people side by side. There are numerous such alleys, each of which leads to the fortified surface of the Ribcage City. It attracts people who come here in, but rarely spits them out.

There are large wet marks on the walls. The soaked garbage was wet and sticky under the feet, and the whole alley was filled with the stench of corpses. The hem of Jacob's robe was covered with mud spots, and he couldn't tell the original color, and Morriel had to add a layer of protection to himself and Kyro as if he were walking in the swamps of Rain City. Forty-seven was the same as the guard, and he was not afraid of dirt at all, and as he went, he scratched along the wall with his hands—and suddenly a wave of scorching steam erupted from the cracks in the wall beneath the dirt, accompanied by a long, terrible scream.

The man who led the way turned his head in horror, facing the eerie red eyes of Forty-Seven. "Don't play tricks, boy. I'm running out of patience. Those eyes told him.

The good thing is that their destination is at the end of the alley. The source of the corpse stench seemed to be here, the gutter in the corner was blocked by something, and the sticky bubbling sewage overflowed from the mouth of the sewer, covering the last short distance between everyone and the iron gate.

"Hmph, a place to feel comfortable. Morriel frowned in disgust.

"It's better than being stuffed in a prison cart and dragged to the execution ground. Unruly is what happens, Billy. The man strode forward as if demonstratively, stomping on the muddy water, and at the same time raised his hand, and the knuckles he wore collided with the rusty iron sheet with a muffled sound.

The door opened. The other physical features of the opener and the leader of the door were almost as if they had been carved out of a mold, except for their physiognomy—no doubt on the rough and gigantic chopping board of the Ribcage City

The result of the manufacture. Either crushed to the bones, or numb to adapt.

There was still no conversation, and the guests were ushered into the house in a gloomy, almost frozen atmosphere.

But after waiting up a few stairs and passing through a corner, everything was suddenly different. Warm, misty steam wafted from the dense curtains of the hall, the dampness mixed with the smell of sulfur and exotic spices, and the sound of laughter and half-naked men and women fluttered with the opening and closing of the curtain, and one couple even lay in the hot spring pool close to them, as if no one was there, and the intimacy might soon be united.

"Are you...... Oh. Let me guess - Jacob, Mr. Jacob!" hurried down the aisle between the pools a large man with green fangs, with only a bath towel around his waist, covered in tattoos that twisted and jumped as if he had come to life because of the movement of his muscles, and only a slightly bloated belly ruined his bodybuilding champion-like physique.

"I'm glad you've chosen us again, Mr. Jacob. The big man was vicious-looking, but his attitude was much kinder than that of his men: "Your best choice......! Oh, contemptible Douglas, the owner of this 'snowman' steam bath. Our slogan is: 'Come, melt me!' friends can get the best ...... from us."

"Enough. Morrill waved his hand to interrupt Douglas's boasting: "Please give us two rooms, not in a wet environment, not in a cloth-walled pool, not to see a junkie in front of a large public, without regard for decency, and not—"

She looked around, her beautiful brown eyes shining, "Don't bring so much detective magic. ”

"Oh, please don't worry. The muscles on Douglas's face twitched: "It's just a small security measure, and there is no malice at all." You can trust us, beautiful young lady. Rib cage city is the place of ** law......"

Morrill didn't listen to his explanation. Turn to Jacob.

"Mr. Merchant. I don't know what you think, but we made this choice because there was no other choice. At the slightest chance, I would not want to spend the night in a bathhouse. You said you'd do everything you could to help us find a portal to Marker City?"

"Of course, I'll do my best. Jacob hurriedly agreed.

"Then please. Morrill bowed.

"You're not really going to relax. Take a Turkish bath?" Forty-seven rubbed his feet against the marble floor in what Douglas called his "luxury suite." In front of you, an entire wall of hot spring water also flows down the entire wall, and then overflows along the beautifully carved indoor waterway. Even the jade bed in the middle of the room was surrounded by a whole circle. Or it can be said that the stone bed is built in a pool, and there is no bedding on it, but it is not a flat piece, but it is slightly concave and convex, and at a glance it is very suitable for the natural curve on which people lie on it.

"Hell, I told you not to sleep in the bathhouse. Morrill waved his hand, as if to go to Douglas again, but immediately gave up on the idea: "Forget it, I don't think he can get a slightly more normal room." Kairo and I went next door to take a break...... What are you going to do?"

"Me?" Forty-seven bared his mouth full of steel teeth, "I'll go take a bath first." ”

"Bath?" Kyro's surprise today was enough, "You're going to rust!"

Forty-seven's face was torn apart with a "bang". Like a flower in full bloom, layers of blades and hooks turned out of his head, and after a few teeth and claws, he wrapped it back, and then formed an identical iron face from the center of the knife bush: "Don't underestimate me." Just give me enough information, and I can turn into a 'hurricane' for you. ”

"Okay. Morrill reluctantly agreed, saying something that he didn't even have confidence in: "Don't get into trouble, we've got enough trouble." ”

In the steaming public baths, a statue of a nude woman holding a kettle looms as much as the chest hair of a man soaking in the hot spring.

"Hey, boy, are you going to wear like this?" The man with chest hair, who occupied almost half of the bath, put his arm around a young woman, the one on the left, who was clearly of the blood of a creature from the lower realm, was now playing with the man's chest hair and laughing, peeking at Forty-Seven, and occasionally sticking out his forked tongue and licking his lower lip. The woman on the right is much more dignified, even if she is a prostitute who is almost naked. Tall figure with golden eyes. The white skin shows the noble blood of her ancestors.

"If you can hide a knife under your ass, why can't I just go into the water?" Forty-Seven walked into the pool, "The temperature is quite right. ”

"I haven't seen you, boy. The chest-haired man's expression became fierce, and several other people in the pool also put their hands into the water: "But I want to give you a piece of advice." If you want to mix in Bone Cage City, it is not enough to rely on an iron sheet. ”

"Why do you think I'm only dressed in iron?" Forty-Seven lay down comfortably in the water, "You should thank the hot water for putting me in a good mood." Now get out of here, this pool is mine. ”

"You *** ......" The two prostitutes quickly escaped from the angry man, and in the rippling water, the man with chest hair quickly changed from lying down to half squatting. Jumping like a frog can pounce in front of Forty-Seven and slash the offender's neck with a knife - but only as long as it takes. An unlikely but obvious fact made the man with chest hair give up the idea of teaching his opponent a lesson: the water around Forty-Seven was boiling.

"Ahh

Forty-seven no longer paid attention to the people around him who were looking at him with fear, and casually pulled a towel from the side and put it over his face.

"The temperature is perfect now. ”

Douglas shut the peephole shut up and habitually touched his stomach.

"You can see that it's quite prickly. ”

"Don't let your people mess with him anymore, I'll sue you!" Jacob lowered his voice, and with his height, he was quite aggrieved in the secret passage of the wall: "This group is not easy to deal with! Do me a favor, Douglas, and for the sake of us being old friends. I'm going to take them to Seal City, and then it's none of my business.

It's the problem, they are very generous. You help me find a way, no

"Oh, old friend, plans have changed. Douglas said.

"What plan?" said Jacob, his expression froze.

"Friends should not hide from each other. Douglas smiled slyly. This expression was really a little hideous in the dark corridor: "Let's go, let's go out and talk." ”

In Douglas's water-curtained office, two other people were waiting for them.

"You know anyone well. Mr. Jacob. The man with horns and wounds on his forehead sat on the couch and was shaving his face with a short sword encrusted with emeralds: "You've earned that bitch's trust?"

"Gehr?" Jacob frowned, "Why are you here?"

"Why am I here?" Gell slashed his dagger in the air in a half-circle of cold light and swiped it back into its scabbard, "yes, it would be nice for you that a bastard like me to smear your innocence record could die in that chaos." ”

Jacob glared at him fearlessly. There is a sense of coercion: "Walking among the planes, no one is innocent, but you must be self-aware." Since you also survived the catastrophe of the Gise fortress. Is it possible to have a clear understanding of the form?"

"We, we didn't hire you to ask you for advice. Mr. Jacob. The man, who had been hiding in the farthest corner from the flowing water, had his back to the crowd and turned his head.

The flame of the candle under the lampshade flickered, reflecting the flame-like tattoo on the man's bald head. He wore a strange metal device in his eyes, and the workmanship was extremely delicate, and the jeweled lenses were dark and faintly reflective, only the two points in the depths of the unfinished embers were burning.

"You're ......" Jacob didn't ignore the man, the man gave him a very uncomfortable feeling, as if he was close to a red-hot soldering iron, and the hairs on his skin were curled by the unbearable heat: "Sorry, I don't understand what you're saying. We don't seem to have met. ”

"It doesn't matter. The man's lips did not move when he spoke, and there was no change in the tone of his voice: "Since you are a businessman, you should talk about credibility." The cost of default is high. ”

"Are you referring to the job I got a while ago? I just promised Gehr to send those people to Seal City, and someone wanted them to go there. Jacob glanced at the Tevelin, "I owe him a favor, but that doesn't mean I have to risk my life for it." ”

"Are you scared?" the bald man leaned forward, and Jacob noticed some strange metal devices around his neck, hidden in the collar.

"Yes, Mr. Jacob is always afraid of wolves and tigers. Gehr stepped aside: "I guess that's why he's still a traveling merchant." ”

Jacob's face was a little uncontrollable. He was about to retort when a very sweet woman's voice came from somewhere.

"Gentlemen, acknowledging fear does not make us weak. ”

A red shadow flashed on a sculpture with bubbling spring water next to his desk. With the gentle stirring of the water, the red shadow is clear in the flickering candlelight, cutting out a feminine figure.

She seemed to have just taken a shower, her hair was still wet, her blood-red mage robe was a little tight on her chest, her neckline was not fastened, it was a little clinging to her body because of the water, and most importantly, she seemed to be wearing only such a robe, which inevitably attracted the attention of Gehr and Douglas.

"I, not afraid, Miss Dagulas. The bald man turned his head slowly, but Jacob was skeptical of what he was seeing in his mechanical eyes.

"Honey, we can talk about that later, okay?" said the woman named Dagulas, who smiled sweetly as she wiped the gold-rimmed glasses on her hands with a silk scarf.

"You're Mr. Jacob?" she said, putting on her glasses, "you see, I'm not going to ask you to do anything that will embarrass you." It's just that for some personal reason, I want to know the whereabouts of my old friend...... Mr. Gehr is a keen person and is happy to help. ”

"Now...... Now you see them. Jacob is convinced that a woman who dares to play with fire with a man with her body is either stupid or dangerous, and he prefers to believe that the other party is the latter: "So can I understand that my affair is over?"

"Hehehe...... You're funny, Mr. Jacob. Dagulas covered her mouth and let out a coquettish smile: "Of course not." Wouldn't that be overkill for you?"

"You're looking for a portal to take our friends to Marker City, right?" she continued, "Well, I have a ready-made portal here. I'd be happy to help with that...... You know what? I had to go to great lengths to get it in front of Master Preux!"

Jacob rubbed his hands together.

"May I venture to ask where this door leads?"

"Oh, old friend. Douglas looked away from Dagulas's chest: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." The less you know, the safer you are. ”

"I'm sorry, I can't believe there's any safety in framing people like them!" Jacob turned his head to look at Douglas, "So that's what Master Prex meant? If possible, I'm going to make him reconsider ......"

"That's not what Prix meant. Dagulas's voice changed, and it seemed that she was tired of the veiled conversation.

She approached Jacob: "Prex is just a little man. Bring them through the portal I gave you - if you can't get them all in, make sure the metal people get in. Douglas and Gehr will talk to you about the details, understand, Mr. Jacob?"

Jacob didn't hesitate for long. He bowed his head humbly, "As you wish, Miss Dagulas. ”

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the address of the men and women of the bathhouse owner's house in the twenty-first round of the sixth chapter of the juggernaut.