Al sat at the delicate dining table, chin in his left hand, and watched boredly at the crowd outside the window. His thin back and modest attire make him seem out of place in this high-end restaurant environment.

How many people in the huge city are returnees from a foreign land, and how many are passers-by like Al?

Ever since the night of horror in the ghoul, Al has covered his left arm in a gray linen robe. Although the coastal imperial capital has a pleasant climate and most of the people on the streets are relatively thinly dressed, it is better to be careful in order to prevent unnecessary trouble, after all, you are in a foreign land, there is no one who will desperately carry a hammer to save you when you need him, as in the past.

Are you all right, that sloppy man with a full beard, I don't know if you're still striking iron in the corners of the town, or if you're leaving your homeland to pursue what you're looking for, as I did. Perhaps, only a boy will grow into a man after many sleepless nights of parting. Al thought, and couldn't help but feel a faint sadness spread in his heart.

"Sir, your dish is ready, please use it slowly. The waiter interrupted Al, who was stuck in his memory. I have to admire the efficiency of the restaurant in the imperial capital is indeed very high, and the two dishes with good color and aroma are ready in about ten minutes.

"Thank you. Al gathered his thoughts, breathed hard, spat out the block in his heart, and responded to the waiter's bright smile.

"Sir, may I take the liberty of asking?" the waiter had just been away for two seconds and returned with doubts.

"You say. Al didn't care about his image anymore, and shoved a mouthful of tender beef, looking satisfied.

"Sir, did your bag be taken by a friend, because the number of thieves increases when there is a lot of traffic, and I see that your suitcase is gone, so I want to confirm with you. ”

"Huh?!" the waiter's words almost choked Al, "My suitcase!" Al hurriedly pulled away the stool, and sure enough, the box on his lap was gone! Al dropped his knife and fork, rushed to the door, looked left and right for the thief, and the dense crowd made his heart sink to the bottom of the sea.

"Young man, when you were in a daze just now, the box was taken by a man in black. A lady who was dining kindly reminded. "I saw him go to the left, go ahead, he just left. ”

"Okay, thank you!" Al flung the waiter a few silver coins and rushed into the crowd.

"Black clothes, black clothes. Al searched through the dense crowd of pedestrians, repeating the words in his mouth, and he was so nervous that fine beads of sweat were already on his forehead.

"There!" Al walked around a parade float and a panicked black figure leaped into view, looking back from time to time, carrying his suitcase! "Stop!" Al shouted, but in an instant he was muffled by the noise of the crowd.

Apparently the thief noticed the chasing Al, and rudely pushed through the crowd and pushed forward even a well-dressed little girl by him, crying loudly, instantly attracting the attention of the crowd and blocking Al's path.

"Damn!" Al cursed, thinking that he couldn't chase after him so recklessly, he must be more familiar with the thieves in this area than he was, and he had to think of something else!

An ivory-white four-wheeled carriage approached from the opposite side, and Al grabbed the top of the carriage with his left hand, and a burst of force pushed him to the top of a low building. The force of force caused the carriage of four white horses to stagger, and there was a cry of surprise from inside the carriage, and then the windows were torn open, and a chubby, round-faced girl showed her head, looking at Al's back like a monkey galloping away on the roof.

Ignoring the people watching from the street and their discussions, Al tried his best to keep his balance, the top of the spire building was mostly paved with smooth white bricks, and Al was careful, his eyes were always locked on the black-clad thief, like a falcon in the sky locking onto a grazing rabbit, just waiting for a dive to pounce on its prey to the ground.

Al didn't want to do this, he was so "high-profile" on the first day he came to the imperial capital, I'm afraid he was the first, Al thought to himself. However, there were extremely important things in the box, and if it was only given by the coachman's uncle and his own clothes, Al would not have "caught the thief" in such a grand manner.

There was a letter in the box, and the letter that Uncle Paul had asked him to give to that person was also a letter that proved Al's identity, so the box must be recovered. It was a letter that proved his identity, a pen mark that entrusts the last feelings of his hometown.

"Stop!" Al volleyed across a street, attracting the attention of many people again.

Either way, running on the rooftops was better than navigating through the crowds, and Al could almost see the look of horror on his face as he approached the thief so fast as he approached him. But Al was too happy too soon, and at that moment, something happened to him, and a group of Imperial soldiers behind him stared at him.

"Outlanders who ignore the laws of the Empire, stop me!" a chill came from behind Al in a hearty voice, "How dare you offend Venerable Miss Dora!"

Al also noticed a team of ill-intentioned soldiers following him, especially the muscular man who led the team and directly locked on to Al with his breath.

"It's a bad luck!" Al thought to himself, "The thief didn't get caught, but he got into trouble, and the key point was the Imperial soldiers, which is really sad." ”

But the top priority at the moment is to get the box back, as for the misunderstanding just now, I can only explain it to this group of annoying guys after getting the box, but whether it can be explained is unknown.

Al secretly made up his mind, the muscles of his whole body tensed, and the white bricks that were a little thinner even showed cracks, and at the same time, Al's speed was faster than before, like a stray cat restless at night.

Ahead, the crowd became denser, and a huge cluster of circular buildings rose from the ground, with towering side walls made of red stone bricks, emitting a fiery red in the harsh sunlight, full of masculine aura. The top is filled with the Imperial flag, the Iron Shield White Flag, which is different from the various flags of the Frontier Legion, white is the symbol of the Imperial Family, and most of the Imperial flags of Xinlan are like this. The dense flow of people crowds the domed entrance, as if scrambling to enter the building to attend an event.

The thief dressed in black was overwhelmed by the crowd, like a black carp tumbling over the river and into the interior of the red rotunda.

Al jumped from the roof and landed on a wagon carrying goods, following the thieves into the impenetrable human wall under the groom's astonished gaze. Although Al smashed iron from a small wheel, and the strength of his left arm was amazing, he had no choice in the face of this huge crowd.

"Excuse me, borrow it!" shouted Al, keeping his voice from being drowned out by the loud voices. After purchasing an admission ticket for five silver coins at the entrance, Al finally entered the Arena of Empires, a circular building.

Although Al was trying to find the thief, he was stunned by the sight he saw.

Tens of thousands of spectators sat around the outside of the arena's central arena, where a steel iron fence separated the arena from the spectator area, and also separated the central hell from the outer heavens.

It seemed that the competition had not yet begun, and in order to liven up the atmosphere, gorgeous fireworks rose from the competition area and exploded in the air, falling countless colorful sequins, which looked out of place with the dried blood spots on the ground. The hot girl dances to the music of the megaphone, who would know the cruelty after the joy has subsided, maybe this is the reason why the audience and the old men flock to it.

"Catch the thief, catch the thief, what the hell!" Al regained his composure in surprise as he reminded himself that his face was covered in black lines. At the same time, the people behind him kept urging him, "The one in front, go quickly, what a god!"

But when Al came to his senses, there was still a shadow of a thief.

It was over, and Al panicked, and the feeling of being overwhelmed had never been stronger. Al pushed aside the crowd and clinged to what little hope he had left, trying to find the thief, but the crowd was so vast that he could find it?

"Ladies and gentlemen, how are you!" as the audience gradually sat down, the host's enthusiastic shouts came from all directions.

Al's palms began to sweat, "Where, where?" Waves of sound exploded in his ears, like an anxious urging. Al's gaze swept over the excited, indifferent faces, still searching for something of his own.