Qin Ran and Mimosa walked side by side on Luo Street.

It is surrounded by a constant stream of people, lined with stalls prepared for the food festival.

Different from the usual Luo Street, during the food festival, the entire Luo Street is arranged from front to back, with two columns of stalls back to back, a total of four rows, and the whole street is also divided into three.

On both sides are mobile stalls and shops, and in the middle of the selection are all mobile stalls.

Qin Ran and Mimosa chose the middle.

As for why?

Naturally, the food in the middle stall is more delicious.

Qin Ran relied on his powerful perception and could completely confirm this.

And the mimosa simply followed behind Qin Ran.

Standing at the starting point of this street, Qin Ran saw at a glance that there were crowds of people in front of the mobile stalls such as grilled oysters, scallops, iron plate squid, octopus meatballs, cheese sticks, freshly squeezed fruits, roasted sweet potatoes in crockpots, cold skewers, fried fresh milk, potato cakes, bean skin skewers, pancakes, cold noodles, large sausages, etc.

The farther part is completely blocked by pedestrians, and it is completely invisible.

However, the smell made Qin Ran a little impatient.

However, Qin Ran still abided by the rules, queuing up and calling numbers one by one.

Mimosa stood beside Qin Ran with a smile on her face, and she would buy one from time to time.

For mimosa, the food here is very ordinary, but with Qin Ran by his side, the ordinary food will also become delicious.

What's more, Mimosa knows that the ruler is short and the inch is long.

No one can be underestimated.

Absorbing the strengths of other people, although it will not make him improve quickly, it will be enough to give him some hints.

The two of them stopped and went, and after Qin Ran spent about 30 points on the exchange voucher, the two came to the end of the middle street.

Qin Ran turned his head and looked at the mimosa with an inquiring look.

The middle one is finished, and there are two sides.

It was obviously unrealistic to let Qin Ran just give up the food on both sides and leave.

"Either way."

Mimosa said with a smile, and when Qin Ran walked to the side, he silently added in his heart: "Just follow you." ”

……

On Pol's way to the 'Harvest Tavern', a sudden figure appeared in front of him, and he had to stop.

The other party's position and posture all told Bol that the other party was coming at him.

Although his strength was greatly damaged, Bol, who still had experience, naturally retreated.

However, a figure suddenly appeared behind him, but Pol wisely gave up his plan to escape.

Revolt?

It doesn't exist.

Pol is very self-aware of himself.

"Mr. Pol, don't worry."

"We have no ill will."

Bella, who blocked Pol, said with a smile.

"Really?"

Pol said noncommittally.

Strength is the truth.

As early as the beginning of entering the huge city, Pol understood this truth, so he would rise rapidly at that time.

He does not oppose the tyranny of the strong.

In the same way, there will be no mercy for the weak.

The law of the jungle is like this.

If that accident hadn't happened, he would have always thought so, and he would be proud, proud of being a 'Guardian' patrol.

But when that happened, not to mention the 'Guardian' patrol, he became inferior to ordinary players, and he was better than those newcomers.

Such a change made him feel hopeless.

He wants to turn that around.

But it doesn't work at all.

The backhands that he thought he had left behind were cracked one by one, and in the end, he almost became a laughing stock.

The reason why I say almost, it is because there is still a person who treats him fairly.

When you're in a high position, fairness is everywhere.

But when you fall into the abyss, fairness becomes gone.

At this time, someone gave him justice, and Pol's dead heart came back to life again.

Maybe he could try again.

No longer rely on others, but on yourself!

So, Pol said very dryly.

"You're here for the Guardians?"

"That's right, we're here for the Guardians."

"In fact, we used to be 'Guardians' too!"

"And, similar to what happened to you, Mr. Pol, but luckily we were prepared a little bit, so we didn't suffer much damage."

Bella nodded.

"And then?"

Pol asked, frowning.

He didn't believe what the other person said.

Should it be true that something similar happened without suffering much damage?

Bol didn't believe it either.

If the other party can really reach that level, what are you looking for him for?

"We want to work with you, Mr. Pol."

"Although our experiences are similar, they are different, and if you can tell us what your experience is, I think it will be of great help to us."

"Of course, you have helped us, and we will help you."

"Our leader has studied that very well, and may be able to restore your strength."

Bella said sincerely.

This tone made Pol more and more vigilant.

He was thinking about what the other party would do if he refused.

It is very likely that they will kidnap him, and then, in a special way, ask them for everything they want.

In a huge city, it is not difficult to do such a thing, especially for him who has low strength at the moment, it is really easy.

Instead of being forced.

It's better to take the initiative to fight for it!

Thinking of this, Pol said very dryly.

"Strength restored?"

"No, I need something more substantial."

"Points, skill points."

Pol said.

In the bottom of my heart, I thought of that person again.

Compared with such a forced transaction, that person's fairness is more and more precious.

Bella was stunned, Pol's reaction was somewhat unexpected by her, according to the information she gathered, the other party should be in a hurry to recover her strength.

Immediately, though, Bella laughed.

"Yes, how much do you need?"

Bella asked.

"At least 50,000 points and 30 skill points."

Ball quoted a price.

This is a price that he has thought about.

One is not too high for an organization, and for him it is the price that can cope with some situations.

And just as Bol had predicted, Bella had no intention of making a counter-offer.

"Yes."

With that, Bella took out the contract.

"Are you sure you're here for me to tell me that information?"

"Let's go to the Harvest Tavern."

"It's safer there."

Pol said and moved on.

This time, Bella didn't stop.

Because, she agrees with this sentence.

If in the earliest days, the safest place in the huge city was undoubtedly the lair of the 'witch', although no one knew where.

Then, after the 'witch' disappeared, the 'broker''s market was the safest.

And now?

The Harvest Tavern, frequented by the Demons of Fire, is a safe place for all.

No one is going to lose their mind and make trouble there.

Unless you don't want to live anymore.

Jingle bells!

Pol pushed open the door of the tavern, and the wind chimes rang, and Lawless with a mop looked at Pol and his party as they walked in, and raised their eyebrows.

Pol, he knows.

The regular customers of the tavern can be regarded as his friends.

And the man behind Pol?

See you for the first time.

Moreover, the other party's aura was not good, especially the two behind the woman, who were full of malice.

"Hey, Pol."

"Need help?"

Lawless asked, leaning on the mop.

"It's fine."

"They're my traders."

Pol laughed, and pointed out Bella's identity.

If the fairness given by that person gave him a glimmer of light in his dark heart full of despair, the man in front of him made him feel warm.

It wasn't a place he should have been frequenting.

But because of the existence of the other party, he habitually came often, even if it was just to drink a free glass of lemonade.

"Understood."

Lawless nodded, and turned to the bar.

A lot of people will complete the transaction at the Harvest Tavern.

Acquaintances and acquaintances.

Acquaintances and strangers.

The former doesn't need anything.

The latter will be subject to certain costs.

"Zach eggnog."

"10 points, thank you for your patronage."

Lawless placed a bottle of wine in front of Bella.

Bella apparently knew the rules, and happily gave the points, and after glancing at the lawless who continued to turn around and mop the floor, she looked at Bol.

Pol didn't hesitate and communicated directly in private messages.

Pol: Lost! When you reach a certain level of danger, the Witch's Mark will open up the Realm!

Bella: Lost?

Pol: Well, it's not a secret realm, it's a maze, because in it, you think you're where you want to be, where you should be, and then you'll sink into it, and when you find out, it's the secret realm, and when you harvest you, your power will pass quickly, and then you'll fall into a deep sleep, and when you wake up again, you'll be like me.

Bella: Is there any way to prevent it?

Pol: I don't know, but you can try to wear more psychic items.

……

The exchange of private messages ended quickly.

Bella didn't even say goodbye to Pol before she got up and left.

Looking at the other person's back, Pol picked up the unopened eggnog on the table and walked towards lawlessness.

"Please."

Pol said.

"Rare generosity!"

Lawless grinned and took the bottle.

"That's my limit!"

"Can you help me buy some props?"

Pol joked before asking.

"Of course, what do you want?"

Lawless asked.

"Some targeted one-off props."

Bol made a shopping list in a private message and, after leaving 50 points, transferred all the points to Lawless.

He believed in lawlessness.

In other words, the people here can believe in lawlessness the most.

"Leave it to me."

After saying it lawlessly, he contacted his friend.

After about ten minutes, everything Pol needed was ready.

"You're going to go it alone?"

Lawless asked, initiating the transaction.

"Hmm."

"There's no choice."

Pol smiled bitterly.

"Need a help?"

"I'm a great mercenary!"

Lawless gave a thumbs up and pointed at himself.

Pol was stunned for a moment, then patted Lawless on the shoulder.

"Thank you."

"If I can come back, I'll treat you to a drink."

With that, Pol walked to the bar.

"I need a makeshift 'shelter' for an hour."

Bol traded the remaining 50 points to the tavern's hostess.

"Follow me."

The tavern's proprietress glanced at Pol and turned and walked into the tavern's secret passage.

This secret passage does not lead to a small hall, nor to the outside world, but to a house behind the Harvest Tavern.

"Within an hour, you can use it."

"Compensation for damaged items will be made according to the price."

"I'll pick you up in an hour."

After the tavern's hostess gave her advice, she walked into the secret passage again.

Pol looked at the closed passage and sat down on the only sofa in the room, and after taking several deep breaths in a row, the next moment, the white light disappeared.

At the same time, in the huge city, a piercing alarm sounded in a hidden place.

Drip, drip!

The moment he heard the alarm, Zor, a well-known 'registrant' to the player, rushed into the room quickly, and immediately pressed the emergency button as he watched the 'broker' in the nutrition cabin.

Suddenly, the siren was interrupted.

Zor breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next moment, his legs widened.

Because—

Burst!

The sleeping 'broker' suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The broker's eyes also opened at this time.

"Activate the backup plan!"

After the 'broker' said this clearly, a mouthful of blood spurted out again, and he fell into a deeper and deeper coma.

Zor didn't dare to slack off, and took out the black box he was carrying.

After entering a series of complicated passwords, the black box opened, and inside was a button.

Zor pressed the button.

Then, nothing happened.

Zoll was not surprised by this.

Because, that's what he's best at: boiling frogs in warm water!

Only when you really reach the last moment, those who are deeply trapped in it will find out that this is a trap, but it is useless, and then it will be a dead end!

Zor thought of the invincibility of the 'brokers', and his heart was full of confidence.

Even if the 'broker' fell asleep again at this moment, and the corners of his mouth were still stained with blood.

Adults will be able to turn the tide of battle!

Zor was convinced.

……

After visiting the entire food festival in the real sense, Qin Ran sent the mimosa to the door of the house, and behind the two of them, the bodyguards who had been hiding for most of the day finally breathed a sigh of relief and returned to their respective posts one after another.

After listening to Qin Ran's advice, Mimosa not only increased the number of bodyguards, but also allowed them to learn from Lawless and others the experience of the copy world.

Of course, it's not free.

In this regard, the bodyguards who know it more and more cherish this opportunity to have a good salary and can change their lives.

As for their employers, the bodyguards are very satisfied.

Because, unless necessary, this employer will not leave the room in the game at all.

But today was an accident!

Thinking of the crowd just now, more than a dozen bodyguards all smiled bitterly, it was too draining, and it made them feel exhausted in a few hours, but the bodyguards did not let their guard down.

Therefore, when a strange wind appeared, they were all on the alert.

Qin Ran turned around and blocked the mimosa behind him.