Deep in the alleys of Ribblade Street, a murder occurred.

The narrow alleys surrounded by the walls of the surrounding buildings are spaces where sunlight cannot intervene even during the day.

In what might be called the corner of the street, the incompetent who could not adapt to the brutal rule of the Ribblade Street Leader should have lived in groups, staring like a litter of crippled hyenas with their bloodshot and cloudy eyes, lying in some dark corner, waiting for someone to enter the place alone, and then they would slaughter and eat meat.

Now, there are no more people here.

The facades of the houses made of random rubble had been freshly painted, and the alleys were damp and muddy.

The smell of excrement and old clothes, which pervades the air, has now been contaminated by another, stronger smell.

The source of the smell that pierced the nose was the viscous red liquid that still dripped from the walls.

Behind Roland were a mess of corpses scattered all over the ground. The number is about twenty, and the scattered pieces of meat are scattered on the road, and the shape of the ground is basically invisible.

"I've been so careful, and my shoes still get bloody...... Do you want me to go in barefoot? Isn't it good for these idiots to honestly lie on the side and wait for mushrooms to grow? ”

Roland glanced at the battle information floating out, shook off the blood stains on the slashing sword, kicked a head that fell at his feet with his blood-stained boots, and spat with a disgusted face.

Roland is naturally not a brain-eating demon. He just wanted to go to an old druid with a habit of cleanliness to learn magic from him.

It's just that if Roland didn't pretend to be a brain-eating demon, he wouldn't have been able to leave safely from the Golden Lion Avenue.

The manager of that street had been to the Underworld before—and Roland knew about it. He had done that old man's mission before, and even the one he feared the most was the Brain Eater.

It's not that there are no other routes to get where Roland wants to go. The City of Fortune was already accessible in all directions, and Roland alone had no less than seventeen roads to walk from entering the city gate to the place where he was going.

Roland naturally chose the path with the lowest enemy strength.

The White Night Avenue where the leader has died, the Golden Lion Avenue where the strength is quite strong but there is a way to avoid the risks, the Amazon Avenue where there is no danger to "Miss Herland", the Ribblade Street where the elders of the Golden Lion Avenue have been warned, and then go east in the narrower and narrower alley between Ribblade Street 13 and 14, and finally turn over the triangle formed by the two houses pressing against each other is the place where Roland is going.

There were almost no dangers on the entire route. Compared to other routes, the route Roland chose was arguably the safest.

The price is that Roland must use his acting skills to play a brain-eating demon who deceives the controller of the Golden Lion Avenue.

This is nothing to Roland. Women's clothing has done such a bottomless thing, and he doesn't care about eating some brains. After all, when he was on Earth before, Roland liked to eat roast pig brains.

The problem is, climb over this wall and you're in the old druid's position. Although the rebellious druid probably didn't care, it didn't seem polite for Roland to run over with a mouthful of brains......

After all, it's a heavy cleanliness fetish. Roland had already planned it, and even the boots that he accidentally stepped on with blood were left here, so naturally he wouldn't let himself run over to say hello with a fishy mouthful.

After searching around with vines, Roland scavenged the group of people.

He needs some money now.

In the city of wealth, it can be said that it is difficult to move on without money. Just like in Ram Town, Roland's status as a druid alone is enough to eat and drink all of Carral, but in the City of Wealth, the status of a druid adds some value to Roland at most - not personally, but at auction.

But Roland was soon disappointed. There were a total of seventeen corpses, and only a dozen copper plates were found in total.

Come to think of it, if you can be forced to eat a carcass like a wild dog, you probably won't have this kind of thing on you.

Unexpectedly, though, Roland found something good.

It may be misleading to say so. Because strictly speaking, what Roland finds is not valuable.

It was half an imported bottle of butterbeer, and it looked as if it had just been opened, and the mouth of the bottle was polished.

I knew on my toes that this could not have been bought by this group of homeless people who had abandoned human dignity - even if it wasn't expensive, they couldn't afford it.

It's about the last victim.

Roland looked sideways into the corner. Scattered there was a corpse that had been broken down into several pieces, with less than half of the flesh left. It was about a short time dead, and it has not yet decayed. There was also a small fire and an iron cover made of broken pots - it was probably a cover to keep the snow and fire out, after all, yesterday's snow was quite heavy.

It seems that this benevolent brother who has now been praised should be a traveler who wanted to come here yesterday to tidy up his snow-filled clothes, and was carelessly attacked to death by this group of waste firewood with the highest official rank, and he deserved to die.

…… Wait, if it's a traveler, there shouldn't be only a dozen copper coins on you, right?

Roland's eyes narrowed.

As soon as his mind moved, the four vines waved and spread away, regardless of the blood, trying to search everything around him.

After about a few breaths, one of the vines was brought to Roland with a blood-stained medallion.

Roland commanded several other vines in an effort to wipe the medallion. Then, a golden sun pattern appeared in front of Roland's eyes.

"It's ......"

Roland turned back in surprise and looked at the corpse, "Tyre's priest?" How can it be...... No, I see. ”

Thinking about the joints, Roland sneered.

Manipulating the vines again, he threw the medal into the chimney of a nearby house, and the bronze medal mixed with a trace amount of pure gold fell steadily into the fire under Roland's deliberate control, without making any sound.

"If you can still find it in this way, it means that you really did not die in vain......"

Roland muttered.

Then, as if aware of some kind of crisis, Roland pulled himself against the high wall with vines, faced the corpses that covered the alley, poured a sip of butterbeer, rinsed his mouth, and then spat out the wine.

Roland was stunned.

As if sensing something was wrong, Roland took another sip tentatively.

"Phew!"

This time, Roland spit out almost as soon as he imported it.

He tasted familiar.

"- Fairy Kiss?"

Roland looked surprised.

Subsequently, the system prompt floated out after realizing it.

[You have been infected with a very small amount of poison, and your constitution will be checked...... Verification Success】

[You are not infected]

【Verification of perception ...... Successful verification; Common sense of poison testing...... The verification was successful. You feel the poison coming from Fairy Kiss (Seluna)]

Roland didn't need to be prompted by the system at all, and he could feel this strange smell. This strong pungent flavor mixed with mint and peppercorn notes is so easy to recognize.

In fact, if it weren't for this reason, many people would have put Fairy Kiss in their diet as a poison.

Although Fairy Kiss is generally used from different elves, after all, Fairy Kiss from the same elf has a terrible double addiction trait, which is perfectly fine if you want to plot against certain people.

However, it is better to secretly swap the fairy kiss that you use every day with a concealment from the same goblin. That is, calculate the good boy who has never even enjoyed a fairy kiss on weekdays, and does not even know the taste.

If you put the Fairy Kiss, the medal, and the place where he died, the three clues are connected......

Roland narrowed his eyes, a smile of unknown meaning on the corner of his mouth.

"Interesting."

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