The corpses were still in their original position, and there were no footprints on the half-dried blood on the ground, but Roland's shoes disappeared abruptly.

"Did the ghost take it?"

As soon as Roland's words came out, he was immediately stunned.

Don't say it, it's really possible.

Considering that the leader of the street is an undead body, it is possible that it was really the ghost who took Roland's boots away.

“…… But if that's the case, why didn't the ghost take my suitcase with it? ”

Roland looked at the suitcase placed in the corner with some distress.

Because the suitcase contained his own black rattan cover, Roland was cautious and did not enter the realm of the Tree of Suffering with the suitcase.

The Black Vine Set can be used to reach the Silver Rank - this conclusion was made by Roland as a player. In this real world where there is no dungeon farming equipment, I'm afraid that many gold-level druids don't need this level of equipment.

Wizards need to buy a lot of experimental materials, druids need to buy a lot of seeds and various potions, and only the priests have a temple to eat and live, and they don't need to buy anything, so they can save money to impact the dark blue equipment.

This embarrassing situation did not improve until the end of the plague revival and a huge increase in productivity.

Roland hadn't forgotten that the one in it was also a druid. In case the Tree of Crucifixion wanted the Black Vine Set, Roland would not be able to keep his equipment at all.

Although the Tree of Suffering has a good reputation, and as an elder, he probably doesn't have such a lack of discipline, Roland does not intend to entrust the ownership of his equipment to someone else's discipline. It's as stupid as selling something in the game and agreeing to the other party's request to buy the goods before the money.

However, if he just threw the suitcase here, Roland couldn't rest assured. Although this nameless alley probably doesn't come in once a month, the bottle that Roland threw out before has probably attracted a few people to check at the door.

As long as the other party is an old man who has lived in the city of wealth for a long time, he will definitely know that controlling his curiosity is the most important rule to survive here. This crooked narrow alley, how many people are hidden inside, it is impossible to see from the outside.

At most, the most people who come can smell a strong smell of blood in the air.

But just in case, Roland hid the blood-stained vines in his suitcase—not to attack the enemy, but to drain the mana.

If someone gets close to the suitcase, the active vines formed by these winding spells will be triggered, and the magic power that Roland left inside to supply the operation of the anti-gravity alchemy circle will be directly drained, making the suitcase turn into an iron lump again.

The reason why Roland didn't directly drain the magic power when he left was to prevent a wizard from coming here.

Although it is unlikely, if a wizard dares to risk being smothered and enter, he can also see a small suitcase among the broken corpses in one place, and recognize this as Su Ze's alchemy process from a hundred years ago, and at the same time be able to recognize the model, and after the magic power is drained away by the winding technique, he can identify the magic circuit and infuse his magic power into it, activate the magic circle and take the suitcase away - if so many conditions can be met at the same time, then Roland is indeed speechless.

In order to prevent this, Roland's winding technique can play the role of a coordinate. Roland could have chased the vines hidden in his suitcase all the way - although the Winding Technique could only last for an hour under normal circumstances, if the Winding Technique was not activated, then it would be no different from an ordinary tree vine, and the magic power would not dissipate even if it was pretended to be dead for three days.

This is exactly how the druid's three-ring magic winding trap works.

Then the question arises.

If the ghost took his boots, it could indeed indicate that there were no footprints. However, the ghost's perceptual life characteristics can detect that there is a transmitter hidden in the box, and it can directly kill the vines inside with a virtual body attack and then take the box away.

But if it wasn't taken away by the ghost, how could he come in and take Roland's boots away without leaving a footprint?

Suddenly, Roland thought of someone.

He does have the ability and the reason to do this. It's boring.

"Oh, that's nosy."

Roland chuckled.

He carried the suitcase in his right hand, and with a thought, three vines spread out from the ends of Roland's limbs and hung lightly on a nearby building.

With a slight force, Roland swayed away from the alley like a swing and landed lightly on the ground.

Even if he didn't need to enter the realm of the Tree of Suffering, Roland didn't want to get his feet dirty for no reason.

If necessary, Roland doesn't care if he has blood all over his body, or if he has brains all over his body. But if there was no need, Roland wanted to maintain a feline elegance, clean and light.

In Roland's opinion, those brutes who covered themselves in blood and dirt were simply stupid - don't you know if you feel uncomfortable on your body?

If it has to be covered in blood to give fear to the enemy, then the man's strength is no more.

"In case that guy comes to help again, I'll prove it first."

Roland looked at the people around him who were first startled by Roland who fell from the sky, and then surrounded him with bad intentions after calming down, showing a smile full of kindness.

Six vines twisted out of Roland's fingers, inside his clothes, and even from his mouth like snakes, wrapped around Roland's body, dancing unconsciously, and gradually dyed with a layer of gray color.

It was the aura of the Touch of Weakness.

The black figure was reflected in the eyes of the thugs who had gathered in large numbers, distorted like a devil.

"Come on, play with my vines...... It doesn't show mercy. ”

Roland's eyes became more and more gentle, and a halo like water waves flowed in his eyes.

The wails of pain are so beautiful.

Scared people are so cute.

Even because of the unspeakable nightmare, the fear overflowing in his heart made Roland really feel a kind of pleasure.

Since the death of his parents, Roland, who seems to be separated by a membrane no matter what he touches, has finally regained the joy of his childhood.

…… Is it the effect of the soul mutation? Roland's distorted pleasure compensation mechanism has been fixed a bit...... Or has it become more distorted?

Whatever.

Although he was a little dissatisfied with the fact that he had become a little "greedy for pleasure", Roland was confident that his current level of soul change was completely within the control of reason.

There may be some changes in the way things are done, but Roland will never risk his life in pursuit of pleasure.

Staying alive is still Roland's number one goal.

He wanted to live to see that bright future. To do this, he will stop at nothing.

But until then......

“…… It's common sense to have some fun before the decisive battle. ”

Roland licked the corners of his mouth, and the vines wrapped around his body shot away like snakes, wrapping around the little gangsters who had just turned around and wanted to escape.

"Little fool, don't expose your back to the enemy, didn't your mother teach you?"

Manipulating the vines to spin down the right arm of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with scars all over his body, Roland gently touched his head: "If you don't run away when you see such a strong enemy, didn't your father teach you how to kneel down and beg for mercy?" ”

“…… Well, if kneeling down can solve the problem, what law does the city of wealth need? Is that what your uncle next door taught you? ”

No, no, these people don't understand it at all.

Roland shook his head in disappointment.

It's time for the laws of the City of Fortune to change.

At that moment, Roland's pupils turned a kind of silver-gray like mercury.

He seemed to hear the girl's joyful laughter in his ears.

Listening to the hysterical screams and the rattling of bones coming from downstairs, the residents of 13 and 14 Ribblade Street shrugged their shoulders and closed their windows tighter.

This kind of thing happens every day, and when the sun comes up completely, just go downstairs and get water to flush the dirty things down the drain. Isn't the well-developed sewage treatment system in the City of Fortune just that?

If you are lucky enough to find some broken corpses when cleaning the downstairs environment, pack them and sell them to pig farms or slaughterhouses, and you will have the money for a meal.

As for whether the carcass was used to feed the pigs or simply chopped into stuffing and sold, it was none of their business.

This is the daily life of the residents of the City of Fortune, quiet and fulfilling.