The largest circular square in the town of Tander, in the middle of the circular fountain is a sculpture of one of the most common kings in the southern country.

A middle-aged man in a black coat stood on the edge of a white marble pillar, holding a popping MarLboro cigarette in his hand, and the blonde girl didn't like the smell of smoke, so he walked to the side alone.

It seems that the executive of Gusuri has a penchant for black flirtation, and almost everyone will have such an overcoat to shuttle in the cold wind.

Yeslanka sat in a public chair and stared blankly at the sculpture in the center of the square, not knowing what to think. There are fountains around, but they look rusty and in disrepair. Even the public seats are shabby and disgusting. The town of Tander is so different from the capital of the southern kingdom that it feels like it's been a step back two hundred years.

If they hadn't gone to the middle-aged man who sold comic books, they would have felt like they were back in the old century.

A young man with slightly curly hair saw the blonde girl on the stool and wanted to come forward to talk, but as soon as he stepped forward, as if he remembered something, a trace of doubt flashed on his face, and then he stopped and left in a hurry.

Yeslanka stood up and walked over to Teacher Motoka, who had finished smoking a cigarette. She had already seen the young man in her spare eye, and this scene had happened several times. In the round square, there is suddenly a foreign blonde beauty, and she does not look very old, which naturally attracts the attention of local youth.

But without exception, all of them seem to be constrained by some reason and then abandon this behavior.

"Did you find anything?"

Yeslanka shook his head and said nothing.

Yuan Yao took out a pack of betel nuts from his pocket, took out one and put it in his mouth, and the watch in his hand showed that the time was still early, and this time point was about the end of dinner. However, they arrived in the square half an hour early.

This mission is a bit of a hassle, the beast is actually a hidden member of human society, and they need to find and kill it.

Yeslanka is different from some of the bold female executives in the academy, who will use their feminine charm to obtain information, and only to find that they have not taken advantage of it when the other party stupidly tells the truth.

If she were to do this, she would probably just put a dagger to her target's neck and force them to say what she wanted.

It was getting dark, and they had no intention of leaving, and the people in the square were a little more numerous. Many people who had had dinner walked on it, and black cars passed one after another on the avenue in front of the square. It was a vehicle coming in from outside Tandertown. And the reason why the two of Gusuri are standing here is for those cars.

The trade fair is about to begin, but there are no major changes in Tander Town. The only thing that didn't feel right was the oppressive atmosphere.

This type of task has not been touched by the Yuan Scythe, and the difficulty is somewhat great.

Lu Youqi found him a difficult errand.

But he's already taken it, and it's useless to complain now. He could only chew the betel nut in his mouth and keep his eyes fixed on the cars coming and going.

While it was suspicious to stand in the square and do such a thing, there were few people here who were not suspicious, and they would only be treated as outsiders to the dirty trade.

An old Rolls-Royce pulled up on the side of the street, and a man in a leather coat stepped out of the car. Judging from the way he dresses, his identity should be a little 'noble', but he is actually the driver himself, and he is the only one in the whole car.

A little girl with a bouquet of purple irises walked towards him from the other end of the street. The dirty little feet stepped directly on the ground, and the black eyes were full of pleading. The man noticed the scene as soon as he got out of the car.

The seemingly clichéd plot of begging and selling flowers is not played out as in the story. No matter how many pairs of eyes were staring at the square, the man in the overcoat only glanced indifferently at the little girl.

"Rainbow, 10 coins each...... Do you want it, sir?" the little girl who came out of the pile of coal saw the look on the man in the suit, which made her retreat a little, and fear welled up in her heart. But she spoke anyway.

When she thought of the punishment she would have to endure when she returned home, she only felt that everything in front of her was not terrible.

Rainbow is another name for iris here, in fact there are many Western Europeans who come here to trade, and the Latin translation of iris is rainbow. The master tried to create such a scene, so that the villains would have pity and give some money to the little girl.

Although this business is unstable, the people who come here are not tourists, but outlaws. But the fact is that those bloodthirsty villains on the battlefield seem to be influenced by angels in front of this scene, and they will always take out money and hand it to the little girl.

It's like some small redemption for yourself.

What the little girl knew was that in the row of houses near the square, there would be a pair of eyes staring at her from a certain window. If the owner finds out that she is lazy or hiding money, her dinner will be thrown into the dog basin and she will have to fight the vicious dog for dinner. And the whip would whipped on her back, leaving a painful but not fatal scar.

As usual, the owner spotted the luxury car driving in the distance early, and in his eyes, the people who could drive that kind of car were some 'bosses'. In the eyes of the big guys, there is something so touching about this miserable and pitiful scene that they will drop hundreds or even thousands of dollars, and then he can use them to go to another town for a few weeks.

In fact, this trick is surprisingly useful.

The villains who do dirty deals are ruthless and fierce-hearted. But as long as they are in a high position, they almost always have a rare piety, and they will have some kind of obsession in their hearts, so that they occasionally make such 'good deeds'.

As soon as she asked, the little girl knew she shouldn't have spoken.

The man in the suit was completely different from the previous ones, with the same indifferent expression, and his eyes did not soften because of the little girl's weakness. Disdainful, cold, and even murderous eyes were common in villains, and she had seen many of them, but she had never seen them.

From a long distance, she could also feel the faint majesty, as if the man in front of her was incomparably huge.

Is he a lion?" the girl took a step back, but the pain from the scar on her heel made her shrink back immediately. In order not to let her retreat, the master stabbed the thorn whip in her ankle, and although she was skinny, she still felt a piercing pain.

"Do you speak English?" the man said suddenly, in the local language.

The girl bowed her head slightly, looked at him with innocent eyes, and nodded.

"What else are you peeking at?" he continued.

Peek?

For a moment, the girl stole a glance at the window in the distance. But she immediately withdrew her gaze, which was a knee-jerk reaction.

But the man accurately captured this moment's movements, and he was still expressionless. But the pistol on his waist had been pulled out, and there was a click.

The bullet was loaded.

"You...... What are you going to do?" she asked tentatively.

"Help you deal with what you're afraid of. The man in the suit replied, his voice devoid of emotion, but the little girl suddenly felt a sudden voice in her dim and silent world.

"You know? He's watching you. She didn't even dare to open her mouth wide when the voice came, she felt that the eyes in the distance could read her lips, and if she let her master know what she was saying at this time, she might not survive to-night.

Such was the case with the wretched woman in the next town, who was brought here by her master and then locked up in the basement for two days. The little girl wanted to bring her some food, but the price was that her black bread was thrown into the dog bowl in the yard.

"It doesn't matter, you have two options. 1. I'll buy your flowers. 2. I'll kill the one you said you were talking about. The man in the suit said to her.

The little girl was suddenly stunned, this was the first time someone had said such a thing. Though the people who had come had thrown a stack of bills with pity, no one had ever asked her why she was so miserable, wearing only a rag-like gray cloth on a cold winter day. She was twelve years old, but her body was as barren as a seven-year-old child.

Was this to help her? She was a little overwhelmed, she had become a habit of torture for a long time, and suddenly someone told her that it would help her out of hell, and she didn't know what to do.

"Have you thought about it?"

The little girl was holding the bouquet of irises in both hands, and the rainbow she had been selling for so long seemed to have really arrived on this day.

"Can you take me away?" she asked crisply, her voice faintly like a mosquito.