87_87643 crosses the long alleyway of Port Street, with Forty-Seven and Frey at the front, Roy behind, and finally two strong bodyguards and a dejected Simon caught in the middle.

The dead fat man knew the Tin Plague God very well, and he seemed to know him very well—and now that it was over, Simon didn't dare to run away at the risk of being smashed by Forty-Seven.

The farther away from the docks, the more guards armed with leather armor and clubs and daggers. By the time they had made their way down the foot of the hill to the wide gate of the high walls southwest of Deep Stream, rude sailors and adventurers with swords and swords were rare.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Freys. The captain of the guard patrolling at the city gate raised his hand and greeted him in a friendly manner: "Why do you have time to go to the docks today? These are your friends?"

The captain of the guard stopped when his gaze fell on Moriel's face.

"Are you a red-robed mage?" he asked uncertainly.

"Former red-robed mage. Morriel had long sensed that the people of Deep River seemed to be a little jealous of their identity. This is not quite right, especially in Deepstream, where trade is very developed. While red-robed mages are known for their ruthlessness and fearsomeness everywhere, they are generally good dealers of magic, and can even be trusted, as long as you have the money and what they're interested in, at least in public, to trade fairly.

"Hmm......" the captain of the guard hesitated. From experience, he could see that the people who followed Frey were definitely not easy to mess with, especially the tall samurai. While Deepstream has always had its share of wonders, its inhabitants have always felt that there is nothing in the world that they haven't seen. But this warrior can definitely overturn their perceptions. Look at those demonic red eyes, and his face...... A complete body of steel?

"Hey, don't be so nervous, my friend. What does it matter if it's a red-robed mage, my friends aren't criminals!" Freys's words found a step for the captain of the guard in time: "Isn't Deep Stream a neutral free city?"

Once you enter the city gates, you are greeted by streets and houses that are much more imposing than those of the port district, which are very different from the humble and crude style of the pier area, which stand on gentle rock slopes with a slight slope to the north and low in the south, forming a vast and massive complex of buildings, while further north are a large number of towering minaret roofs and castles and palaces built on the peaks of the deep stream city, which are obscured by tall buildings such as the peaks and walls, and the underground city is estimated to be much larger than that.

Forty-seven looked at the pedestrians coming and going around him. There are also shops on both sides of the street that engage in large and small transactions, and suddenly there is a very pleasant feeling. This feeling is much stronger than when he first entered Rain City, just like when he first watched cartoons, it was calm and calm as an observer, if the cold and emotionless destruction of miè is Forty-Seven's job, then walking around Dada to watch the excitement is also one of his unique "bad roots".

"My house is right in front, turn around the street and go a little up," said Frey, who was wide-hearted and fat, and seemed to have quite a bit of authority in the area. From time to time, people greeted him, even the guards patrolling the street, and he chattered as he walked: "Later, the two beautiful ladies can come out for a stroll, a little exaggerated, in the business district of Deep Stream, there is only the unexpected, there is no place that cannot be found, look." It's full of adventurers' shops, weapons, and armor. Potions, everything, many adventurers will sell the loot they get here, don't believe the nonsense of the stall guys in the docks, it's all some stuff to deceive the fledgling hot-headed rookie. We have shops here that have honest procedures, and the real alliance of chambers of commerce for curiosities will have a special appraiser to evaluate ......"

Listening to his attentiveness, it is as if the entire business district is owned by his family.

Morriel had wanted to ask what special things had happened to the red-robed mages in Deep Stream. But seriously, in front of a well-spoken Freys, it's hard to interrupt him with words - it's hard to even think about it without following his thoughts.

Anyway, I have nothing to do with the red-robed mage now. Morriel told himself.

She didn't want to dwell on her dark past and let resentment eat away at her heart. While memories may stay with her for the rest of her life as the tattoos on her face, as a mage with a knack for prophecy, Morriel has come to realize that some things in her life may never change—in the face of the wheels of fate, choosing to face is often no different from choosing to escape, and often the final outcome is to be accepted.

Yes, it must be accepted.

It's like she's having to come to terms with Forty-Seven, the fool who snaps a finger off the long sword that the weapons store sells on the shelves in front of the door and gets entangled in the shopkeeper.

Frey paid in front of Morriel, so as not to be upset by Forty-Seven, who was blocking him from walking away.

This little episode wared Frey as well, remembering that his Iron Friends were always a very dangerous and unstable factor, no different from a whole group of Frost Giants walking down the street - let's go to dinner first.

Freys's home is located near the center of the business district, and is actually a magnificent three-story complex, no less than the headquarters of the nearby trade unions, and a small square with a pool in front of the door, which is enough to make most businessmen jealous.

"That's it

Please—" Frey beckoned to Forty-Seven, Morriel and Chloe, and looked at Simon again, "You god-damned liar! If it weren't for your despicable deeds, I would have owned a property in the Marina by now! Do you know how much land prices have risen in recent years!"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Freys. A cold voice came from not far away, and there was no taste of hello in his tone.

Behind the statue of the pool turned out a female warrior, where she was supposed to be sitting just now. The silver-white bust shone in the sunlight, and the long golden hair seemed to have a light flowing on it—because his back was to the sun, and his face was not very clear. The decoration on the tail of the two-handed sword hilt on her back was dazzling and shining, and at first glance her whole person seemed to be bathed in dazzling light, proud and noble.

Chloe whistled softly.

"Good fellow, it's carved out of a mold. Forty-seven whispered something headless.

Frey looked at the female warrior who walked towards them, her expression was a little stern, and she gave her a slight salute: "Hello, Knight Fiona. ”

It seems that this female knight named Fiona, who is only about twenty years old, has a lot of background.

"Mr. Freys, as a businessman with a good reputation in Deepstreamers. I think you should be aware of the responsibilities you are carrying. Fiona's jewel-like blue eyes swept over everyone's faces before finally stopping on Moriel's face, "So, I was surprised to learn that you had gone to the docks to meet an evil red-robed mage. ”

"Didn't your mother teach you to look at each other when you talk to them?" Morriel said coldly, and since Fiona did not hide the hostility in her eyes, she did not want to back down.

"Oh, I think you're mistaken, Knight Fiona. Frey played a round on the sidelines: "They're old friends I met by chance at the docks. Oh, the one with the mustache is the hateful scoundrel scoundrel who used to cheat me out of a lot of money and is now caught by me...... You see, they have just come to Deep Stream City, how can they have anything to do with the red-robed mage?"

Fiona seemed to ignore Freys's defense: "Sue me by your name, red-robed mage. Your actions must be as exposed in broad daylight as the tattoos on your face so that good people can sleep peacefully!"

"Hi. Girl. I don't know what you've had with the red-robed mage, but ......" Chloe wanted to say something, but Forty-Seven suddenly interrupted her. A word came out that made Fiona change color.

"If there is a god for fools and paranoids, it must be a holy warrior. ”

Fiona suddenly turned her gaze to Forty-Seven, and her handsome face was covered with a layer of frost: "What did you say?"

"What did I say? I didn't say anything. Forty-Seven's reaction surprised everyone, and he actually took a step back in front of the approaching Fiona: "What are you going to do? A paladin is going to openly attack an unarmed man?"

Unarmed? Morriel couldn't believe his ears.

"Alright, alright," Frey thrust between Forty-Seven and Fiona at once. He didn't know how long Forty-Seven's good mood would last, even rarer than an oasis in the noisy desert, "Miss Fiona, my friends have just disembarked, so let's talk about it later!"

The dispute on this side has already been noted. It began to gradually surround itself.

Faced with Frey's eviction, Fiona finally chose to leave.

"I remember you, red-robed mage. Beware of your words and actions, this is the City of Glory - the Lord of Glory will not tolerate sin. ”

Lunch was hearty, with delicious seafood such as fish and shellfish that was mouth-watering.

"Hey, it's really brainless!" Frese swallowed a large piece of mussel meat: "Those holy warriors always touch the skin of their mouths, 'uphold justice and fight evil', how can they know the difficulties of others?"

Chloe shook her glass slightly, with a faint smile on her face, "Mr. Merchant, what's wrong? Although the relationship between the Holy Warrior and the red-robed mage is tense everywhere, it won't come to this point, right?"

"Summoning demons for bloody realization, hiring robbers to attack uncooperative caravans......" Moriel, who was ostensibly indifferent to this, suddenly spoke: "It's nothing more than these, I'm not surprised. ”

Frey smiled dryly: "Huh...... It's not so strict. However, the Knights of Dawn in the Temple of Splendour, believing that the red-robed mages were selling a large amount of magic-made drugs to the city of Deep Stream, are now taking action to cut off the underground drug network controlled by the red-robed mages - it is said that several skirmishes have broken out. ”

"Drugs?" Morriel raised his eyebrows, "Mr. Merchant, drugs are not 'not so strict'...... I kind of understand the paladin girl's attitude now. ”

"Who's to say it isn't?" Fress grumbled, "but what's the solution? There's no shortage of thrill-seekers in Deep Stream, and they'll even dare to stick their heads into a pool full of shark-like fishmen for the sake of so-called pleasure!"

"As long as these buyers are around, drugs will never be extinct in Deep Stream. A docker will spend his hard day's earnings just to get a little devil grass to suck on. But even if he couldn't get his hands on drugs, he would spend it on shoddy liquor and vulgar prostitutes instead of supporting his family. Frey sliced a piece of ham hard and sandwiched it in two

Then he smeared it with butter, and when everyone else was almost full, he said, "Miss Morriel, I don't like drugs, and I will never touch such a dirty business, but I must admit it." The reason why drugs can proliferate in Deepflow City is precisely because of Deepflow itself, because the residents of Deepflow City have a demand for it, not because of the red-robed mage. Even if the paladins were able to drive the red-robed mages away, the drug trading network would be carried forward by other organizations, and I have no doubt about it. And no matter how you say it, the red-robed mage is also a businessman...... If the madmen from the Shirek church take over, maybe something big will happen. ”

Frey took a bite as if he had a deep grudge against Sandwich. And when he heard him say the church of Shirek, even Forty-Seven, who had been playing with the dinner knife, looked up.

"Do the Cultists of the Dark Sun want to meddle in the drug business too?" Morrill asked.

"yes, privately, I suspect it's these guys who have made things so messy that the Knights of Dawn have got the hang of it. Frey snorted, "I'd rather make a deal with the demons of hell than deal with the Shirek." However, they are very powerful in the underworld of Deepstreamers, and it is said that some of the wealthy nobles are quite addicted to their depraved deeds...... I think maybe the red-robed mage has taken a fancy to this. ”

Morriel fell into deep thought. She had chosen to land in Deepstream because the last time she used her magic prediction on the ship, the haunting fog had blocked all of her search, and there were no clues other than the first port city in the north - it seemed now. Maybe you might find something here...... It's just a little more complicated.

"However, Miss Morrill ......," Frey said cautiously, "the Knights of the Morning Light are, after all, one of the largest armed organizations in the Deep Stream, and are the Holy Knights of the Glorious Church Land. They were stronger than the regular army defending the city, and they had great prestige among the common people...... So try not to get into conflict with them, especially the fanatical female paladins...... Ah, by the way, Miss Milia should be in Deep Stream by now. Although we rarely see each other, if we can ask her to mediate, then we will be fine--Mr. Forty-Seven. You must be looking forward to meeting Miss Milia, too? She told me about you!"

"Miss Milia?" Morriel glanced at Forty-Seven, "You seem to have a lot of things you haven't told me." ”

Forty-seven spread his hands: "There is nothing to say...... It's just clouds. ”

Mann appears in the doorway, as if he has something to report.

Frey nodded at him, and the young servant immediately walked in quickly: "Someone has brought a letter...... It's for Miss Morriel. ”

Morriel stood on the balcony on the third floor, looking at the Deep Stream City, which was covered by the afternoon sun. Rows of houses stretch far into the distance, and hundreds of thousands of residents live in the city, even more on the move. Their actions and forces together constitute the incredible prosperity of the glorious city, but at the same time it is as insignificant as a drop in the ocean, where an outsider, no matter how powerful, can inevitably feel isolated and powerless......

Forty-seven is certainly an exception, though. He was reading the letter next to Moriel: "Someone was invited at noon, and someone was invited at night, and a big city is a big city, and it was really different." ”

The red-robed mage of Deep Stream City would actually take the initiative to invite me, a defector?Moriel sneered silently. But she decided to go anyway - it was for Kairo's sake, the mage said to herself.

The business base of the red-robed mage is not difficult to find. It wasn't hard to find in any city with a stronghold of the red-robed mage - sturdy, enclosed buildings, narrow windows on high places, heavily armed tattooed guards, the red-robed mage's shop was always more like a fortress, out of step with its surroundings.

However, the stronghold of the red-robed mages in Deep Stream City is really a bit amazing. It was a city within a city, occupying a sizable area of the business district, surrounded by high stone walls, and the sturdy and heavy main entrance, though not closed, was guarded by two well-armed guards, watching with wary eyes over the passing guests, and the roofs of the tall buildings within the walls were guarded by the streets on the outskirts of the stronghold, where they were apparently watched.

Perhaps because of this tense atmosphere, there seem to be far fewer people passing through here than elsewhere.

Morriel and Forty-Seven walked straight to the main entrance, not hiding anything at all.

Although Morriel didn't wear the red mage's robes, the guards were immediately in awe when they saw the tattoo on her face, and they didn't even dare to look her in the eyes - within the stronghold of the red-robed mage, this was a symbol of status and status.

There are many shops in the base, and the architectural style is similar, all cold and oppressive, even the decoration. The patrolling squads of warriors came and went very frequently, and they seemed to be more in and out of the tall buildings than the guests—Moriel walked towards the main building without stopping, not because she was familiar with the place, but because the strongholds of the red-robed mages were like that.

A red-robed mage was standing at the foot of the steps waiting for Morriel and Forty-Seven, tattooed bald heads glistening in the shadows. He smiled, "Welcome home, Miss Morriel." ”。