However, these two gold coins are only the fare of the ship, and the ship only provides basic daily meals, ensuring that people will not starve to death directly.

If you want to survive a four-month voyage, it is not realistic to bring your own food, and even if you do, you will probably get moldy in the humid and hot sea.

Although the ship will dock at irregular times, the interval is at least a week, so the cost of the ship is necessary.

According to Ariel's reply, she tried her best to save money, promising only two meals a day, but still spent nearly fifty silver coins.

When Cliffor heard his daughter say this, tears almost burst into his eyes, and he wanted to fight the dragons in the Ambrizet Mountains immediately, take out the other party's magic crystal, and send it to his daughter.

Renard also felt a little sorry for the girl, after all, he took a boat to Constantinople two years ago, and spent nearly five gold coins just to eat and drink, and this was just a mix of food and clothing.

If the cost of the passage was not an issue, then the tuition fees of the Academy of Constantinople were enough to make an ordinary aristocratic family vomit blood.

As one of the top colleges in the continent, the tuition fee there is not low, one semester a year, and the tuition fee for one semester is ten gold coins, you read that right, ten gold coins.

Renard looked at Cliffor, still thinking that he was not the one who could come up with ten gold coins.

Cleaver noticed his eyes and immediately understood what he was thinking, "What, don't you think I'm not like a rich man?"

"Ender. Renard said mercilessly.

As the two of them talked, they arrived at the nearest drainage pipe, the entrance was sealed by an iron fence, and the lock was already a little rusty, and it looked as if no one had entered it for a long time.

Cliffor stood at the entrance and looked inside, then took out the keys and tried them one by one.

"Don't we have any other choice, like luring the hyena out of it or something. Renard stood far away, his brow furrowed, and he didn't even dare to breathe, the smell of the sewer was really bad enough.

Cliffor glanced back at him and said nonchalantly, "If you want to use yourself as bait, I'm definitely not going to object." ”

Since he had to go in, Renard would have liked to pull his back: "You go first, I'll cover behind." ”

The corners of Cliffor's eyes twitched, he gestured with a middle finger, and said in a disdainful tone, "Do you want me to be a meat shield for you?"

"How could it be. Renard's face was solemn, and he explained in a righteous tone: "I'm afraid that there will be monsters sneaking up from behind, don't those things like sneak attacks, I'm young and quick to react, suitable for covering behind." ”

"You mean it's fast, right?" Cliffor didn't continue to argue, as if the other party was farting, he changed several keys, but failed to open the door, and the violent tendencies gradually emerged: "Shit!"

"Dang Chang!" a violent metal clash sounded, and the already rusty iron lock was directly cut in half.

Renard opened his mouth and asked, "You...... Are you sure that guy named James won't get us in trouble for that?"

Cliffor gave him a blank look, and said in an educational tone: "Young don't be too real, don't you have to admit that you broke it?"

Renard was speechless, he felt that if he continued to mess with Cliffor, he would become a scoundrel sooner or later.

The two of them entered the sewer with their front and back feet, and since the long sword could not be used here, they drew the short sword on their leggings to prevent a sneak attack.

They cautiously walked through the sewers, with pedestrians passing overhead, and even sewage or swill pouring down from them.

Fortunately, both of them are martial artists, and their reactions were timely, although they were splashed with dirt, but there was no embarrassing situation of being splashed with feces and urine on their heads and faces.

The two of them walked to a certain turn, and Cliffor found a dusty oil lamp, which had not been used for a long time, and the oil had almost dried up, and the wick was also dry, and it had been lit for a long time.

A dim light emanated, illuminating the originally dark sewers.

Perhaps because of the light, Renard's courage gradually increased, of course, he was just bold, and his guard did not relax.

The hyena wasn't an easy monster to deal with, after all, and he didn't want to lose his life carelessly.

As the two of them gradually deepened, Cliffor's expression became equally solemn, and he advised: "Be vigilant, the claws of the hyena are as sharp as knives, and if you are caught, you may be lifted off a piece of meat." ”

Perhaps because he was afraid that Renard would not care, he warned again: "Don't think that this is all there is to it, the hyena that lives in the sewers often feed on rotten meat and rotten vegetables, and a large number of bacteria grow in their mouths. ”

Renard clenched the short sword in his hand when he heard this, indicating that he would pay attention.

The two of them stepped on the muddy ground, and the silent sewers were filled with the sound of crackling footsteps.

Suddenly, Cleaver in front of him stopped, and at the same time motioned to Renard not to move, he held the oil lamp and shone around, but found nothing, and couldn't help muttering, "Strange." ”

He frowned, then raised the oil lamp and looked around, finally finding some clues, he squatted in the corner of the wall and touched the wall with his hand: "It's all claw marks, it should be caused by the hyena." ”

Judging by his previous adventures, the hyenas had definitely moved here, and there were quite a few of them.

Renard looked upwards and saw through the crack in the iron fence that it was directly opposite Fat Henry's tavern.

Cliffor noticed this as well, and couldn't help but curse, "It must be Fat Henry's guy throwing swill into the sewers again, and I estimate that two-thirds of the hyenas in the sewers depend on him for their feeding." ”

Before the words fell, the swill split his head and covered his face, but fortunately, the two found it in time and were not covered with dirt.

Clever's face was gloomy, but surprisingly not scolding, he walked over to Renard and whispered, "Let's just wait here, we guess there will be a harvest." ”

As the other party expected, within ten minutes, there was a clattering sound from the depths of the pipe, as if something was rushing here in groups.

Renard's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and within half a minute of the sound, many rat-like creatures appeared at the end of the pipe, but the size was really exaggerated.

"My day. He cursed secretly, the hyena that appeared in front of him was half a circle larger than the scum Renard remembered.

Cleaver didn't seem to be surprised, and even had the mood to quip, "Do you know the difference between nobles and commoners?"

Renard didn't bother to think at all, and subconsciously asked, "What's the difference?"

Colliver playfully said, "If a commoner wants to eat, he has to work, and the nobleman just has to open his mouth and wait." ”

Renard was speechless for a moment: "You mean that the nobles are like these rats in the sewers?"

Cleaver shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "Not exactly, at least not yet." ”