The past is vivid, and those memories are so profound, like an imprint burning, like a silver needle constantly pricking the nerves.

At this moment, Smal felt that he had some headaches, and even some disgust or hatred for his father, and he suddenly did not understand why his father had always been so soft-hearted in the past, and could even be called a virgin, in the family strife, he behaved too cowardly, blindly evading forbearance, and this led to the final bitter fruit.

The thought of this made Smail even more irritated, and he even felt the urge to tear his father to shreds, a feeling that even surpassed the hatred of the first mate.

How can such a person exist in this world?

Although it is unknown why his father was framed in the end, and was captured by the Navy and executed on Justice Island, his father's death is inextricably linked to his coming to Watertown and the prop that can play the effect of "life return".

And all these clues seem to be related to the black marketeer named Monk in memory.

Thinking of this, Smer's face once again showed a cruel grin, and his memory came to the face of Uncle Va'er, and the figure of the sinister and cunning black marketeer.

Both of you will die and you must die.

Smer inherited his father's hatred, and also wiped out all the indifferent family affection, not only Va'er, but now he will also take action mercilessly if any member of the Wenbula family wants to be disadvantageous to him.

Hatred is his biggest motivation at the moment, and if those useless fetters can be helpful to him, they can naturally be used, and if they are a burden, he will not hesitate to give them up.

Smail gradually withdrew from the painful past, and when he came back to his senses, he was still surrounded by the bustling, bustling streets, and the city of Water was always full of life.

Before he knew it, he was in the slum where he was slumbed.

Here, strangely dressed and sturdy hunters set up roadside stalls, selling all sorts of delicious fruits from the Valley of the Evening and good-looking or useful materials, many of which are fake, imitations made in the workshops of the old town, to trick uninformed buyers.

Most of the real materials or items are in the Black Lan Trading Ground, the Ghost Fire Trading Field, the Holy Light Trading Ground, and other trading venues controlled by major forces.

Smael was a newcomer, and he didn't know enough about the city of Water.

The father in his memory, Mitheus, did not stay long after coming to the city of Water, and immediately went to the Herlan trading ground to look for monks, wanting to buy a high-temperature tempering furnace, so Smayer did not know anything else about the city in his memory.

Now, Smaid felt that he had to find a way to find out the news, and then secretly investigate the details of the Black Lan trading ground and the monk, and after figuring out the situation, he would attack him.

As far back as I can remember, the ghetto here is generally closed to the able-bodied, and although it is not an official rule, it is a default rule. In order to avoid getting into trouble, Smaer wrapped himself tightly for fear of being recognized. But he had just finished paying the money and was about to leave, when he heard a sudden noise from another small stall in the distance, as if someone had an argument with the stall owner and quarreled.

And the strange thing is that the quarrel is very loud, and the whole street can be heard clearly, but the passers-by around are familiar with it, what should they do, and they don't even see the excitement, only the stall owners of the two stalls next door surround them, and behind those people, there are three or four ruffian men.

Smaël wasn't a nosyman, but this time, he felt that he might be able to find some clues here, and most importantly......

The combat power of these guys is really scummy.

This is also a slum area where there are not too many powerful forces and strong people, and it is indeed suitable to start with them and find out information.

Smaël leaned over with a wicked smile on his face, looking at the girl who was surrounded by the crowd.

The girl had been set up by two strong men, and she was desperately trying to grab the stall owner's hand, as if she wanted to get something, but the stall owner was disdainful and scolded:

"Hey, hey? What do you want to do as a thief? Is there an end? You want to steal my treasure, and I caught you, how dare you spill here? Get out of here! ”

"You're so despicable, shameless! Obviously, you said that you wanted to help me identify my blue whale ball, but when you got it in your hand, you said it was your own, you scoundrel! You bastard! The girl said angrily, her eyes already moistened.

"Hahaha, this little rabbit cub is crazy, look at how tattered you are, and you don't have any skills, how can you have a blue whale ball, this is a precious material dismantled from the blue pupil beast, how can you get it? You just want to exchange your broken glass for my blue whale ball, and I dare to quibble when I find out! "The stall owner is yin and yang.

"Bastards, bastards, you are so despicable, this is obviously mine, this is what my father left me, you liar, bastard, woo woo woo ......" The girl burst into tears and couldn't stop crying.

The passers-by around just glanced at it and hurried away, and no one dared to bother with this idle matter.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense with her, and blast her away. You're glad I'm magnanimous and don't care about you, otherwise, I'll send you to the Patrol Division right now and let you squat!" The stall owner said.

"Woo woo woo...... Go and go, if you have the ability, let's go to the patrol now, you bad guys, you rob my baby, shameless! The girl cried.

"Yoh? Then you go to the patrol and call the police, what evidence do you have to prove that this blue whale ball is yours? And I, you see, my store is full of materials for all kinds of blue-eyed beasts, as well as other materials for this sawtooth land whale, and this blue whale ball was also sold to me at a low price after the pirate group who provided me with the supply last time they hunted the sawtooth land whale, so don't quibble, hurry up! The stall owner waved his hand impatiently!

"Woo woo woo ......," the girl continued to cry.

Suddenly, the crying was suddenly mixed with a very uncomfortable laughter:

"Hey, hey, hey, hey......"

The many strong men and men around the girl all looked at the source of the laughter, and all of them looked fierce, and when they heard this strange laughter, they all had an inexplicable anger, and they had the urge to beat the person who laughed.

When they looked at the source of the laughter, their anger grew even stronger, because they confirmed that the person who laughed was weaker than they were.

I saw that the other party was a thin young man with green hair, a pale face, and brown glasses.

"Laugh at your mother's legs, get out of here! Don't look for a beating! ”

Smaël smiled undiminishedly, and said with a playful smile:

"Hey, hey, hey...... Aren't you looking for witnesses? I am! ”