Leaving Kakab City, walking west for a week and entering the Central Province of Sha'an, there is still half a month away from the Loroko Basin, when entering the Central Province, Sasagar has already found a caravan of steppe elves going to the Loloko Basin, I heard that Sasagar is also going to the basin, those steppe elf players decided to go together, and the person in charge patted his chest: "More people is power!"

Well, the steppe elves are like that, believing in their fellow citizens, believing that more people is power, and these little things are described in the red book of the Ayarok system - the steppe elves are the staunchest supporters of the good camp, they recognize the beauty of order, and they are good at facing any challenge in groups.

Yes, in a horde, Marceau kicked the unlucky bastards who were blind at their feet, this gang of sand thieves wanted to rob the caravan after dark, but they didn't expect to be greeted by a volley of muskets as soon as they approached, and the flares that were constantly hit into the sky and the light of heaven that was used for lighting were projected on a large scale, so they were forced' A large number of my sand thieves died at once, and then these fellows tried to rush into the camp to fight a scuffle, but they stepped on the thorn belt placed by Gaga, and after leaving behind a full hundred corpses, these fellows left all the wounded who were still wailing and fled.

And the steppe elves did not have the heart to take care of the robbers' wounded at night, so after the night, all the wounded who could escape on their own ran away, and the rest were on the ground.

Don't say that the steppe elves are cruel, if you let the sand thieves rush into the camp, it is called cruelty, the steppe elves are kind, but it is definitely not the kind of brainless virgin compassion, for evil, the view of the steppe elves is that if you can't change a person's evil view, then use bullets to end this person's wrong life, of course, it is not impossible to use a gallows or a guillotine. How economical, how fast, how to come.

The steppe elves of the caravan tied the corpses of these sand thieves to the sides of the pack beasts and continued to move forward, and before the arrival of the third night, they entered the resting point - Waji Town, which is an important stronghold between the central province and the eastern province, don't think that it is small to bring the word 'town', this is all the saying of the first open era eight hundred years ago, and now it is an important transit point between the provinces of the Sha'an Kingdom and the northern and eastern provinces.

Checkpoint in front of Waji town. The steppe elves handed over the corpses of the Sand Thieves to the Half-Elf City Guards in Waji Town, and received a good bounty - the Sand Bandits had become a kind of hard currency themselves as they robbed the caravan.

As the caravan passed through the city gates, the steppe elves stood up from the platform on top of the pack beast and cheered loudly, and the person in charge smiled and introduced to Marceau: "Welcome to the large commercial city of 'Waji Town'!

The caravan naturally wanted to go where the caravan was going, and Marceau and the others got a letter of recommendation at the checkpoint and stayed directly in the hotel used to entertain the players. After feeding the two little girls, he and Flame arranged dinner for the rest of everyone.

"Speaking of which, Marceau, have you always been so good at cooking?" Flame asked Marceau as she washed the dishes.

In this regard, Marceau was honest: "I only understood it theoretically before, but then I thought about it, one more craft and one more way, don't you say, Yan." ”

"Hmm. I couldn't agree more. Flame nodded, then smiled and pointed at herself, "I think the same thing with you." That's why I learned to cook...... Because I think that what is the difference between living in the world, spending a leisurely life and wasting one's life, there is something to learn. ”

"Well, there's something to learn. "Marceau just likes this kind of flame, honestly. Candid.

After washing the dishes, Marceau prepares to go out for a stroll - once in the city, Marceau has seen the insignia of the Assassin League, so the kitten, who wants to make a little money, goes out alone under the pretext of wanting to see the night view.

………………

The night in Waji is like a city that never sleeps, full of streets that use magic lights. The shop sells goods all night long, this is the favorite south of players who are afraid of the cold, and along the way Marceau has seen at least a dozen members of the large warbands that fought until the last minute for some reason that others would consider 'meaningless' in the future invasion of New Eden, and now ...... These guys are crouching on both sides of the street, and the night market formed by the players spontaneously sells all kinds of goods.

The kitten made his way through the Night Bazaar and eventually came across the insignia of the League of Assassins in the eastern block of Central Avenue, and Marceau followed the guide through the street to a ...... In front of the grocery store.

Because it was still open, Marceau pushed open the door and found the prairie elf cub sitting at the counter dozing off, the latter was awakened by the doorbell, and when he saw Marceau, he immediately turned his head and screamed: "Grandpa!

Immediately, an old steppe elf pushed open the door, and he glanced at his grandson, and then at Marceau: "Wow, you're Marceau, aren't you?" ”

"Good night, pointy-eared elder, I'm Marceau, I just came to Waji today, looking for a decent job, I don't know what I can do here. Walking to the counter, facing the old steppe elf, Marceau threw a gold coin to the little cub: "Little thing, go buy some snacks you like." ”

The little guy didn't move when he got the money, but turned his head to look at his grandfather, and after confirming that the elder motioned for him to go, the little guy happily thanked Marceau, and then jumped out of the chair and ran out of the store.

"I'm smiling you, Mr. Marceau, my grandson doesn't seem to understand what it takes to be a store manager. The old man said, taking out a wooden document board: "Welcome to Waji Town, the work here is not easy. ”

"Children are still young, elders, it is the nature of children to play. Grabbing the board, Marceau flipped it with a smile: "And I also think that there is nothing easy about work, and the kind of boss who usually feeds his employees with chicken soup for the soul while desperately squeezing them is always vicious, isn't it?", then pulled a copy out of it and pushed it back to the old man along with the board.

"yes, this kind of guy, there will be a place for them on the lampstand. Reaching out to take the folder and the papers, the old man smiled and confirmed the task: "Ah, Mr. Marceau, this is not a good job. ”

"Honestly, I like challenging missions, and besides, villains always need a dead ending, don't they?" Marceau said, turning and walking outside the store, "Wait for my good news, elder." ”

………………

When Marceau left, the old man was about to put away the document board, the doorbell rang again, the old man raised his head, looked at the cat girl with long hair like ink in front of him, he raised his eyebrows: "Cute little girl, do you need to buy something, I see that you are a foreigner, do you need some healing potions, or do you need a map?"

"I'm a vicarious, Madame's believer, and I'm here to get down to business. The cat girl grinned.

"Well, looks like the city guards are busy tonight. The old man smiled and put the document board on the counter: "My work here is not simple, this is not to oppress you, but to tell you the truth." ”

"It's okay, it's fun if the task is challenging. As she spoke, she pulled a copy from the paperboard, and the cat girl placed it in front of the counter, "Wait for my good news, elder." ”

With that, she turned and strode out of the store. (To be continued.) )