The Black Snake slowly docked on the shore of the island, and the group stepped off the ship. Mobile

Ah Xin and dozens of crew members were responsible for staying on board the Black Snake while repairing the ship.

Claire, Beckon, Yves and ten crew members followed Wild onto the island.

The place where the boat docked was a deserted gravel beach, and a few dozen meters ahead was a thorny jungle more than ten meters high, and huge boulders.

Wilde and his party walked through the dense forest for more than ten minutes, and a small town appeared in front of them.

The moment you step into the town, a strange atmosphere appears in everyone's hearts.

"Whew..."

A gust of wind blew, and the fallen leaves on the street were blown off and rolled up a few times before falling farther away.

Silence...

The whole town presents a dilapidated appearance.

There were not many people in the straight streets, and most of the houses and shops on both sides were closed, except for a few with open doors, but there were no people inside.

Gray-white brick and stone streets, and equally gray-white houses...... A rotten smell permeated the air.

Wilder paused, his sharp eyes swept over the street and the houses on either side, and after a while, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he regained his composure, and walked on.

In the blink of an eye, the eyes became wider, and a huge square appeared, with stone sculptures of fountains standing in the middle, and more than a dozen residents were sitting or standing on the square.

With his ragged clothes and thin body, he looks no different from a beggar.

The appearance of Wilder and the others attracted the attention of the townspeople, and some of the eyes looked at them, and the coldness and excitement flashed away.

"There's something wrong with these people." Beacon whispered.

"It's not hard to see that." Wilder's tall frame stood straight, his eyes swept over the men, and he grinned.

"Someone's coming." Claire said, and everyone looked at it, and saw an old woman with a leaning body and an old face slowly walking over, holding a clay bowl with a missing hole in her hand.

"Young man, can you give me something to eat?" The old woman came to Wild's face, looked up, looked up at Wild, and said in a hoarse voice.

The others behind him fell silent and stole a glance at Wild.

Wild's face was expressionless all the time, just quietly looking down at the thin old woman who stood less than half a meter in front of him, like a child, and did not speak.

"Okay? Young man, I haven't eaten a single thing in two days. Seeing that Wilde did not respond, the old woman continued to pray.

Wilder still stood straight, silent, with only his eyes staring down at the old woman, not cold, but also without any mercy, like stagnant water, without waves.

The reactions of the people behind him were mixed.

Bakken was a rare calmer and did not speak.

Yves is as cold as ever.

Only Claire seemed to be on the verge of talking.

As if sensing something, Wild's eyes moved back slightly, and then continued to stare at the old woman.

The old woman's pleading look intensified.

Two pairs of eyes stared at each other for a long time...

Wilde said indifferently: "Not good. ”

"Boss—" Claire's cautious voice rang out.

Before the words were spoken, Wilde had already turned his head, and there was no emotion in his eyes, only coldness and indifference.

Eyes fell on her face, and cold words without the slightest emotion spat out of Wild's mouth: "I'm disappointed in you... Claire. ”

Hearing this, Claire's body suddenly trembled slightly, raised her head, and met those eyes, her body and mind seemed to be close to ice and snow, and it was cold like she had never been.

Her pupils trembled slightly, and Claire lowered her head, her voice a little scared: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't..."

"Remember! We are not great good people, and good things naturally have good people to do! Interrupting Claire's words and speaking lightly, Wild's gaze retracted, and his face returned to calm.

With that, Wilde stepped forward and passed by the old woman.

Turning his head slightly, his eyes squinted at the old woman, whose body stiffened and stood still.

Yves and Beckon silently followed Wild's footsteps, and Claire looked at Wild's back, her eyes reddened slightly, sniffed, and hurriedly followed.

After Wilde and the others left, the old woman's original appearance of pity no longer existed, her expression was hideous, and her eyes looked viciously in the direction where Wilder and the others left.

Kindness...

Wild does not deny that a good person can reap the fruit of good at some point, provided that the seed is also of a good nature.

Otherwise... The harvest may not be good, but evil.

The old woman was obviously not a good fruit, and the vague smell of blood on her body could not escape his sight.

Weld doesn't blame her for Claire's lack of judgment, what really cares him is that she doesn't choose to be silent like Beckon and the others.

Along the way, Claire tries to get close to Wild, who sometimes glances at it and can't help but be amused.

Claire looked like a child who had made a mistake, keeping her head down and following closely behind her parents, and that apprehensive, cautious look was exactly the same.

Across the square, a newspaper swayed on the dusty pavement, and a gust of wind blew and slid down to Wild's feet.

Wilde picked it up and looked at it, the newspaper was older.

"A forty-year-old newspaper—" Wilde said with a meaningful grin, thoughtful in his eyes.

Glancing at the contents of the newspaper, the smile on Wild's face intensified, and he folded the newspaper and put it away, looking at a house on the corner of the street.

The sign with a dim yellow light on it reads the words "Little Tavern Inn", and the door of the shop is one of those closed doors with only the middle section, which is also open outward, revealing the same dim light inside.

"Looks like we can have a comfortable place to sleep tonight." Wilde smiled and led the way towards the hostel.

The Little Tavern Hostel, as its name suggests, is a tavern hostel, a hostel where you can drink and live.

"Welcome." The wind chimes at the door were pulled and made a light and pleasant sound, and in the bar of the tavern, people who didn't know whether it was the boss or the guy raised their heads and looked at Wild's group with a friendly smile.

Unlike the shade outside the street, when you walk into the tavern, a warm feeling rushes over you.

The tavern is not large, with a few tables scattered around, and there is not a single customer in the store.

Wilde walked to the bar, smiled at the people inside, untied the big behind him, and put it on the bar.

"What would this guest want to drink?" The man in the bar asked, his eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

"Whatever, as long as it's drinkable."

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