It wasn't until Ernest and his party completely disappeared from Cohen's field of vision that Cohen was completely relieved and shouted in his heart: Finally gone.

The tour continues to the bookstore.

The city of Santana has a population of 2 million and many streets and alleys, and Cohen would have gotten lost his way if he had walked these alleys alone.

But fortunately, Thor led the way, since he indulged in casting, the bookstore has been one of the places he frequents, after all, for a beginner, the casting knowledge accumulated by his predecessors can benefit him faster than a little practice.

Many times back and forth between the bookstore and the academy, these winding alleys, Thor has long remembered them well.

No, walking around left and right, the towering bell tower in the Imperial Knight Academy had disappeared from view, and Cohen couldn't tell where he was.

The tall building at the entrance of the college has also become a low-rise and dilapidated small house, many of which have broken windows, and they are nailed up with a few wooden boards at random, and I don't know if they can block the wind from blowing in.

Sewage was everywhere, and the smell became pungent.

Where did this go?

Cohen looked up at the sun in the sky, trying to distinguish between the east and the west, but found that it was noon, and the sun was overhead, and there was still a discernment.

Cohen couldn't help but complain, "Thor, what kind of road are you taking here, and how long will it take us to get there?"

"It's not far, go straight ahead, turn left at the second fork, go further ahead, turn right at the third fork......"

"Stop...... Just tell me how long it will take to get there. ”

"Ten minutes to go. ”

Cohen crossed his hands behind his head and said, "I hope it will be in ten minutes." ”

As he walked after Thor, he kept babbling, "I think it's better to walk down the street, although you have to go around a semi-circle to get there." ”

What a smell, how weird, compared to the pungent smell, not mixed with any other smell.

The sudden smell made Cohen frown, and he took a few breaths hard, making people want to vomit in disgust, but they still couldn't tell it.

"Ouch......"

Just thinking about the unpleasant smell, he didn't even notice that under his feet, a cold kick hit something, Cohen almost tripped and staggered forward a few steps before he froze his body.

As soon as I stood up, I heard the same 'ouch' sound behind me.

"Ouch...... It was the one who didn't have long eyes that kicked me, goo, goo...... It hurts me to death, my legs are kicked off, ouch...... Goo, goo......"

Oh no, it turned out to be a kick, Cohen hurriedly turned around to see what was going on.

A scruffy man was sitting on the ground, holding his leg in one hand and screaming in pain, and holding a metal flask in the other, which he poured into his mouth from time to time.

No wonder I just heard the sound of 'cooing', it turned out to be a drunkard.

A sloppy drunkard, his clothes and pants have not been washed for I don't know how long, they are full of stains, wine stains, and his hair that has not been washed for a long time is simply oily and shiny.

Cohen finally understood what it was like, the smell of wine mixed with the stench, it was the disgusting smell.

If it was a normal encounter, Cohen would definitely leave without hesitation, but not now, just now he kicked the leg that was obviously held by an alcoholic, looking at that look, it seems that it hurts.

Looking at this man's appearance, he is very old, estimated to be fifty or sixty years old, let's call him 'old man', Cohen walked up to him, looked at his leg and asked, "Old man, how are you?"

The drunkard just hugged his legs and snorted, and shouted in his mouth: "My legs, my legs, it hurts me, goo, goo......"

In addition to exhaling pain, he did not forget to take two sips of wine, and then continued to hum.

Faced with the appearance of the drunkard, Cohen was very embarrassed, so he had to say, "Why don't you let me see." ”

"Just look at what you see, just look at it?"

"How did you walk and kick my leg off, you know?"

"You bastard, when you walk, do you walk with your eyes looking at the sky?"

"Goo, goo......"

The drunkard looked at Cohen with white eyes, and said a few vicious words in a row, and if he hadn't taken two more sips, he didn't know what could have come out of his mouth.

"Then I'll take you to the doctor and help you heal your leg?"

Cohen, who felt that he was in a bad position, looked at the drunkard in front of him who looked in abnormal pain, and he could only do what he could, and going to the priest for treatment was the only thing he could do now.

The drunkard looked very painful and said, "I'll go to see the doctor myself, you can just pay me the money." ”

How does it sound strange to go to the doctor yourself?

And his expression, how can there be a hint of cunning in addition to pain?

Cohen is even more stupid and understands that he has most likely met a scoundrel who wants to blackmail him, and the guilt that originally existed in his heart disappeared in an instant, followed by anger.

Originally, he wanted to see how the drunkard's legs were, but Cohen kept bowing, but now he straightened up and didn't speak, just quietly watched the drunkard's performance, and also thought about how to rectify this person.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Thor, who had been leading the way in front, found that Cohen hadn't followed, and when he turned around, he found that Cohen had stopped, so he walked back, and saw the drunkard holding his leg there and screaming in pain, and quickly asked.

The drunkard pointed at Cohen and said, "He kicked my leg and broke my leg." ”

When someone came to ask, the drunkard, looking like a victim, told Thor what had happened.

"You said you were walking so carelessly. Knowing the situation, Tor reprimanded Cohen and said to the drunkard, "Uncle, your foot is injured, I'll take you to the doctor." ”

"No, no, I'll just go to the doctor myself. The drunkard hurriedly refused.

'Goo, goo......

'......Hiccup'

After two more sips, the drunkard let out a long hiccup, and the smell of wine and undigested food in his stomach poured out and lunged at Cohen and Thor, almost causing them to vomit too.

After the hiccups were over, the drunkard took two more sips and said, "Pay me money, I'll just go to the doctor myself." ”

Go to the doctor yourself? Even the simple-minded Thor wouldn't believe it, and Thor knew what kind of person he was meeting.

Thor's performance was very direct, pulling Cohen away, and said: "This person is a scoundrel, he wants to extort money, what does he do, Cohen, let's go." ”

If it weren't for the fact that this man was really sloppy, and smelled of foul smell and alcohol, Thor would definitely beat him up before leaving, and this kind of person was the last thing Thor could not see, and it was much more annoying than the robbers who stood in the way.

But it's better than a thief, and if something is stolen and he can't find someone to vent to, Thor will be a little angrier.