Greyhound Street in the north-eastern part of Boenigs is a well-known slum for local residents. In this street, the rogue ruffians who live in the city often operate in this area, and often get a little money from somewhere to get into the taverns, underground casinos, or prostitutes in the alleys along the street, and the locals of Boenigs know that this corner of the city is not suitable for the slightly educated to visit with their friends and children.

Greyhound Street at night is more lively than during the day.

As the few people of the night walk down this section of the street, you will find many poor people sitting or standing in the street looking at you as if they were wild beasts examining their prey, but their eyes are very restrained in their hostility, as if they were only guarding against outsiders who intrude into this dark corner.

Some of the gangsters of Boenigs can be found in certain parts of the street and connect with traders who work with their gang. In addition to the unkind men, you may also have to be wary of the women who stand in the street and pose to you, and the children who rush past you - many of these nimble little ones have the natural potential to become full-fledged thieves, and the slight rattle of the coins in their purses is as enticing to them as the bloody attraction of a wolf.

As for women, if you're a able-bodied man, keep an eye out for girls who are flattering you from a distance. They are usually quite beautiful women, ranging in age from their teens to their thirties, with thick makeup powder on their faces, and they try to arouse your impulses and desires, but you don't know if there are frequent acne on the skin under their clothes, and you can't see through the belly whether there is a sad life in the lower abdomen.

For women in "that" jobs, illness and pregnancy are the things they fear the most. After all, a damaged body means that their jobs will be shaky. If they lose the ability to provide for their guests, their future life will be unimaginable, and the best thing is nothing more than starvation to death on the streets, bad luck...... You can try to imagine the most ghostly, twisted, and bad part of human nature, when these poor women are blasted out of the prostitution by the bustard, and everyone can look at them with cold eyes. Everyone can bully them at will, and what kind of bleak ending awaits them.

In short, while the lord of Boenigs, Baron Singer, was still in a state of leisure to present a feast for the arrival of the so-called Baron Torrenster, the poor lived in the same city, outside the castle of the knights, and there was a great difference between the way of life of the poor and the aristocracy.

Even if it is embarrassing, it is true.

Arroyo left a brief meeting point between them and Arno Altaïr during their farewells. Following the meeting place that Arno had left for him, the Young Thieves were soon reunited with the high-ranking members of the Brotherhood of Thieves. TD means. Arno gave Arroyo a moment of consideration, and then led the young thief into the neighborhood of Greyhound Street.

Since entering this slum where even the security cavalry don't want to interfere, Locke has been following Arroyo and Arno all the time, and Raymond has also carefully held Tina's little hand every minute. The existence of the half-fairy little girl was like a drop of pure water falling into a filthy swamp, and many people around the street threw curious and greedy glances at the little girl one after another.

Several traffickers even tried to make an attempt on Tina, but unfortunately the future Juggernaut was always by her side like a little girl's parent, and those who had the heart to be a thief kept pressing Raymond's other hand on the hilt of the curved sword when they saw it. From time to time, he glanced at himself with a ferocious afterglow, but in the end he didn't dare to do anything practical.

Arno leads the young thieves through Greyhound Street. After a while, they walked into a labyrinth of alleys on the side of the street, and after a little more walked they came to the door of a tavern that was open in the depths of the alley.

Arno tells Arroyo that the tavern is a Brotherhood stronghold in Boenigs, and then leads the way through the wooden door with two strings of wind chimes hanging from it. Three young men and a half-elf girl followed, and the hall of the tavern appeared to them in the next second. A middle-aged owner and a female bartender in the lobby on the first floor stood behind the bar, and the customers of the store sat around dozens of log tables in small groups drinking and chatting, but most people's eyes were attracted by the appearance of Arroyo and others.

"Oh. It was Arno who returned. Soon, someone looked at the tavern door and shouted.

"Hey, Arno, come over for a drink, to celebrate that the nobles haven't killed us yet. Haha......" A man sitting at the door of the tavern raised his glass, but it was clear that his rosy face betrayed his drunkenness, Arno nodded at him as he passed in front of him, and then ignored him, and led the four people behind him to the bar of the tavern in full view.

Arroyo surveyed her surroundings left and right. Although he knew in his heart that most of the people sitting in the hall of this tavern were members of the Brotherhood, he was still a little uncomfortable to be looked at with a scrutinizing gaze, so he smiled a little awkwardly back at the sight of the people.

Fortunately, under the watchful eyes of the drinkers, Arno quickly led them to the bar.

"Welcome back, Arnold." The tavernkeeper propped his elbows on the bar and raised the palm of his right hand to greet Arno. He was about forty years old, but he was a strong man with strong muscles bulging on both shoulders.

"Welcome back." The female bartender, who was also standing behind the bar, also crossed half of her face from the side and casually agreed. She wore a plain shirt and long skirt, her reddish hair was tied into a ponytail at her shoulders, and her fair cheeks and bright eyes had a touch of natural pride, like a thorny rose.

Arno's gaze swept over the tavernkeeper's and bartender's faces, and he nodded.

"Then again, there are three young men I don't know here, and a lovely kid." Without waiting for Arno to say something first, the middle-aged tavern owner stretched out his neck a little to the side and looked at the young thief group behind Arno, "Are they guests?" ”

"This is a brother, Scott." Arno turned sideways and spread out a hand to introduce Arroyo to the tavernkeeper, "The other three are guests brought by the brothers. ”

Arroyo took a step forward, grinning and grinning at the tavernkeeper named Scott.

In the secret rules of the Brotherhood of Thieves, if a member of the organization refers to a person as a "brother", that person is credible to the organization.

Hearing Arno call Arroyo "brother", the tavernkeeper named Scott blinked, and the expression on his face immediately changed to a kind smile.

"Oh, then welcome home, brother. Welcome to my little shop, my brother's guests. He then gave a friendly look at the young thief and his group, and then instructed the bartender beside him: "Ferrandon, mix three glasses of wine for the brother and the guest, and get a glass of milk for the child." ”

"......" was a little surprised to answer him by a moment of silence.

"Ferrandon?" Scott immediately turned his head to find that the bartender, whom he called Ferrandon, was somehow staring at Arroyo in the eyes.

At the same time, sensing that someone had been staring at him, Arroyo turned his head to that side, and his gaze met Ferrandon's after a second.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the young thief's eyes widened as if he remembered something, and the bartender seemed to be slightly startled on her face, then she frowned, turned around and walked out from behind the bar.

"Hey, Ferrandon." Scott was about to stop her, "You-"

"I'm sorry, Uncle Scott, I'm a little unwell." Ferrandon replied to Scott, and then walked down the stairs by the bar to the second floor of the tavern, leaving only a few thuds of boots on the steps.

She didn't even look back when she left the hall on the first floor. Arno and Scott watched in amazement as the bartender's back walked up to the second floor, and then they both came back to look at Arroyo.

They apparently wanted to ask Arroyo if she had known Ferrandon in the past.

But the young thieves were quicker to react than they could ask out loud.

Before the two members of the Brotherhood could speak, Arroyo left a "sorry" to them, and then ran up to the second floor of the tavern after Ferrandon.

Arno and Scott were stunned for a while, looked at each other, and then looked at Locke, Raymond and Tina, who were also staying in place at the same time, and Scott asked Locke, "Do you know Ferrandon?" ”

"I... I do not know. Looking at Scott, Locke, who mistook the thief youth for a nobleman and volunteered to follow, was also a little confused at this time, "Perhaps, it's just that the adults and Miss Ferrandon know each other...... But I'm not so sure. ”

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The book friend character [Ferrandon] has arrived, please provide for acceptance~ (to be continued.) )