There was a thick fog in the woods, and a small deer was gently drinking from the spring by the stream.

Cha Lun looked around, but found no one else, so he walked quickly forward and knocked on the wooden door.

A gap opened in the wooden door, and Cha Lun stepped inside. Just as her figure disappeared into the doorway, a dark figure flashed behind the flower bed in the woods.

It had just rained, and the streets were still filled with the moist smell of rain. This is the old town close to the suburbs, and every bluestone slab and roof tile is carved with traces of age.

Because it is an old town and remote, the houses here are either leaking or broken. Black markets and underground casinos are the hallmarks of the area, where all kinds of people gather.

The paid man drove to the entrance of the casino and sneaked into the black gold cave. The man with a white-washed turban was quietly smoking a long pipe, leaning against the wall. The person who walked up to him smiled and waved his felt hat at him in greeting.

The two were like old acquaintances, clapping their hands, turning around, shaking hands and saying goodbye, and going in opposite directions.

The man in the turban looked at the money bag tied with leather rope in exchange for the man in the felt hat, took a deep puff of his cigarette, and exhaled a melodious smoke. The man in the turban weighed the weight of the small packet of "miracle medicine" he had received from the man in the felt hat, hummed a local folk song, put it in the inner pocket of his coat with the holes, and turned into the dark alley.

It's a grey area run by the Mongols, synonymous with drugs, alcohol and shaky tinkling.

Someone got rich overnight here and left for Constantinople and Rome. Some people have bankrupted their families here, pawned their wives and children, and begged along the streets. Of course, most people are the latter.

But even then, casinos are never less crowded. People who get rich will never dislike having too much wealth, and people who are down-and-out will never give up any chance to turn over.

Cities that have had rain can be cold at night, and the cold wind can penetrate through any crevices in clothing and sweep away the heat from the body.

The sound of horses' hooves was heard in the streets, and it was someone riding back from outside. The black horse was not tall, it looked like a young horse, but it matched the small red figure on its back, and the white air from its nostrils rose and disappeared in the air.

The child on horseback was no more than ten years old, dressed in a red cloak and riding costume, dancing into a flaming flame as the horse jumped.

She raised her scarf and covered half of her face, leaving only a pair of jet-black deer eyes. The hood of the cloak was blown off by the wind, and the shoulder-length hair was as black as the purest night sky, fluttering unadorned and fluttering behind the head.

When she reached the entrance of an alley, the girl turned over and dismounted, led the black horse inside, and met the man in the turban who had just made a fortune.

The man in the turban exhaled a puff of smoke, reached out to hold the cigarette, half-crouched down and snapped his fingers at the girl, pulling the attention of the other party as he wished: "Hey, Claudia, I wish you a happy birthday!" ”

After the girl named Claudia saw the person who came, she was not polite to him, and her white little hand stretched out to him, but the immature child's voice was full of old skill: "What about my gift?" ”

The head-wearer laughed, and as he laughed, the ash in his long pipe shook off like a butterfly: "You're welcome, miss." ”

Claudia blinked, her deer eyes sly and sly, "You're not very generous, sir." ”

The man in the turban couldn't stop laughing, and after coughing a few times, he pulled out a silver coin and handed it to her: "Take it, it's your birthday." Buy a new outfit and don't wear it for years. By the way, red is perfect for you, lovely young lady. ”

Claudia graciously accepted the silver coin and put it in her pocket: "Thank you for your generosity, sir. I also have news for you, the Tatars in devil's masks are coming soon, don't be chased and knocked on my window like last time, my master nailed it to death. ”

Tatars in devil's masks, the name given to the Mongol patrol cavalry here.

The man in the turban took another puff of his cigarette, squinted his eyes at the street entrance, slowly exhaled the smoke in his mouth, and shook his head helplessly at the little girl: "Didn't we say that we wouldn't mention that incident?" ”

Claudia pulled her scarf, wrapped her big red cloak around him and walked around him to his quarters: "Oops, I forgot. ”

Full of malice mixed with the silver bell-like children's voice, people can't hate it at all.

The man in the turban whistled in farewell and dodged into the long alley opposite.

Lead the black horse into the stable and tie the reins. Claudia touched the black horse's forehead as she vigorously removed the linen pockets hanging on either side of the saddle: "Thank you, good fellow. ”

With some difficulty, she dragged the sack and carried the unstable wooden staircase to the second floor of the building, knocking on the dusty and muddy window at the end of the staircase.

The window opened, and a typical oriental woman poked her head out, and the moment she saw Claudia, she smiled softly and took the heavy bag in her hand: "Come in, it's cold outside, right?" ”

Without the weight on her hands, Claudia slipped into the room through the window, untied the knot around her neck, took off her cloak and put it on the back of her chair: "Ah, it must be cold, it's just raining." Huh? What about Master? ”

The master smiled and pointed to the back room: "Well, I'm still studying those books about the Oriental Immortals." ”

Claudia climbed into a chair on the table, grabbed the baked dough on it and took a few bites. After hearing her mother's words, she jumped down and clapped her hands: "Then I'll go find him." ”

"Go ahead." The lady nodded, and put away the scraps from the table.

Claudia walked halfway through and suddenly seemed to remember something, and handed the silver coin she had just received in her pocket to her wife: "This is a birthday present from Mr. Deniken just now. ”

The lady touched her head: "Thank you, it just so happens that the bread and cheese at home are gone." ”

Claudia stretched out her hand and pulled her hair to play with it, her tone coquettish: "Then, can I go out tonight?" I have just returned from the square of the mosque, and I have seen a lot of beautiful flowers and the venue, and it must be very lively tonight. ”

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