Afternoon in Bilgewater.

Chen Senran and the little fishman Fitz walked on the lively streets, the noisy voices of people and waves poured in from all directions, the air full of rum and the warm sun rarely seen in December made Chen Senran feel a strong sense of truth and ......

Unfamiliar.

All morning, the little fishman Fitz was walking with Chen Senran non-stop, walking in all the places that the little fishman had ever been to and found interesting-

Fish shops, a central fountain with mermaid statues, a candy house, a rum-scented tavern, a bazaar where merchant ships gather.

But unsurprisingly, none of them welcomed them.

Or rather, welcome the little fish-people.

Nobody likes it.

Everyone who saw them was pointing at the little fish-man and saying something racist and nasty.

And the most excessive one rushed out of his shop, holding a murder weapon like a sailor's knife in his hand, and yelled at the little fishman: "You damn fish-headed monster, if I see you again, I will cut off your ugly fish-head and stew it in soup, I swear." ”

If Chen Senran hadn't blocked that crazy guy in time, maybe that guy might not have seen the sun tomorrow.

Chen Senran guessed that that guy was probably going to pay 500 gold coins to buy the head of the little fishman.

Although he couldn't see the expression of the little fish man, Chen Senran could still easily feel it from the body beside him that hadn't spoken again when he had already walked half a spell......

It's sad.

Very sad.

It loved the city so much, but the city didn't stop for a moment.

"Hungry?" So Chen Senran had no choice but to say.

That's all he can say.

He couldn't remember if he had been in the habit of comforting, not now.

"Hungry ......" the little fishman seemed to be stunned for a moment, and its habitually slow half-beat reflex arc reacted for a long time before replying, "Yes...... A little. ”

There was a little guilt and embarrassment in his tone, probably because he didn't feel like he was doing a good job as a guide. At first, he was full of big words.

What a good boy.

"Let's go, let's go eat." Chen Senran could already smell the rich aroma of wine and food, on the left-hand side.

A restaurant on the coast with a lot of atmosphere.

"But......" The little fishman hesitated.

"I have money." Chen Senran instantly understood the little fishman's concerns, this poor little guy probably hadn't eaten a good meal in this city.

He had a full twenty gold coins on him, which Planck had collectively given out before he disembarked. Enough for him to drink the best wine in the city and play with the best woman.

"Then I'll ......" The little fishman still hesitated.

"Next time you invite me." Chen Senran is well aware of a child's self-esteem and vanity.

Especially, a lonely child like Little Fishman who longs for the approval of others.

"Well, then I said it, next time I must invite you to eat the best Sea Emperor lobster, which is said to be the best." When the little fishman heard this, he suddenly became happy again, probably with a feeling of being recognized, and he happily propped up the trident on the ground, and jumped up and cheered. "The best Neptune lobster~"

When I walked to the door of the restaurant, I pushed open the door, which was probably wooden and creaked for some years, and a stronger aroma of wine and fish and shrimp rolled out.

The restaurant was very lively, and Chen Senran could feel that his spiritual world was full of the energy of human existence.

But maybe it's because of the sea, or maybe it's because the whole restaurant is exquisite, everyone lowered their voices and didn't make any noise at all, as if they were afraid that too loud would ruin some quiet atmosphere.

Maybe the house was also closed by shutters. In the dark environment, a faint magic lamp was lit.

Chen Senran thought like this, and led the little fishman to an empty seat in the corner.

His movements were natural and smooth, and there was no sign of blindness at all.

He was the safest he subconsciously decided. I sat down in the least noticeable seat, picked up the napkin on the table, spread it out, set it in front of me, put my hand down, looked up, and smiled.

Everything elegantly is simply pleasing to the eye. It's like a real aristocrat who knows how to live.

"Hello, sir, what do you need to eat?" The waiter, presumably affected by his actions, slowed his tone and asked in a tone as respectful as possible.

"Oh. Would you like to bring me a Sullivan meal? Chen Senran crossed his hands without a little cramped, and said a dish on the table, in the days when he lived on the Abyss, although he was not very friendly with those pirates, he still basically knew some things, such as the most famous and popular food in Bilgewater, "As for the little friend opposite me, well, you can bring it a tuna salad first, remember, the freshest." How's it going, you see? ”

"Oh...... Good. The little fishman replied a little awkwardly, but perhaps affected by Chen Senran's composure, he immediately added, "I want the freshest." ”

"Okay, wait a minute." The waiter answered.

"You're nervous?" Chen Senran stretched his hand and sensed the surroundings.

It's good that Planck didn't send anyone to spy on him this time.

"Well, one thing, I'm not used to sitting in a human chair." The fish-man twisted his body as he spoke, making a strange rubbing sound against the chair, which was about an oak of wood.

The dish was quickly delivered.

Just as the waiter lifted the lid and was about to introduce the dishes, a slightly rough voice suddenly sounded in the originally quiet and elegant restaurant.

"You don't know how lucky I was to get out of that damn place." The voice sounded a little drunk, coming from a man, probably too much to drink.

"Come on, Jim, you kid, you were scared half to death when you encountered a little storm a few days ago, and you always boasted that you participated in that battle of the burning of the city?" The other, who was about his companion, also shouted, equally drunk, "Don't think I don't know what to say, that's a Flame Tyrant, who can burn a city with a wave of his hand." Poets say he's a devil from another world, just you? He sneered fiercely at the end of the day.

"The bard knows what a fart, that's when Lao Tzu was burned half to death before he escaped from Noxus, and he decided not to do it again." Jim, who was accused of bragging, immediately retorted, "If you don't believe me, Lao Tzu still has injuries on his body." If you don't believe it, just look at it. ”

"Wow-" The whole restaurant was in a stir, presumably because the guy named Jim had really undressed.

"Really...... Really. The other guy said with a bit of a stutter, as if frightened.

"What Burning City, what is it?" Chen Senran hadn't seen the wound, nor had he heard of the flame tyrant, so he suddenly became a little interested.

"I ...... I don't know what to do. "The little fishman is stumbling, and he can't say why.

But also, how could such an unsophisticated little guy know such a thing as a continent.

The biggest thing in his mind is probably what store in Bilgewater has delicious candy.

"Dear guests. The so-called Battle of the Burning City was a battle that took place more than half a year ago on the Freljord Plateau in the northern part of the distant Valoran continent, and it is said that in that battle a terrible man destroyed 100,000 people with one hand. The waiter put the food away and explained.

"Believe it, believe it, you guys?" Jim triumphantly was probably packing up, "I'll tell you......"

For the next half a dozen magic hours. Jim used the strength of his wine to tell the story of the war that had cast a great shadow on him.

Among them, there are two armies facing each other, and the masters are facing each other. At the end, there is how the flame tyrant single-handedly smashed an entire unbreakable fortress into powder.

It was more wonderful than the average bard, and many of the people who were a little annoyed that Jim had ruined the good atmosphere were at least able to listen to it with relish, and even applauded.

"What about you...... Do you know what the name of that flame tyrant is? Towards the end of the story, a crisp and childish voice rang out from the corner of the restaurant.

Everyone fell silent for a moment, watching Jim wait for him to say the name of that terrible, terrifying, and powerful demon.

Chen Senran was also waiting, and he drank the last bite of the delicious clam soup. Waiting for the results.

At the same time, I was inexplicably looking forward to hearing that immature voice again.

That voice, kind of ...... Familiar?

"I ...... Of course...... I ......" Jim stuck there as if he was choking, and of course he didn't say anything for a long time.

People were a little disappointed to realize that he might really not know what to do.

"Do you know the way?" Jim gave the last shot.

"Of course I know, his name is ......" The childish and crisp voice paused deliberately.

Everyone's breath was almost a contraction.

"His name is ......"

Chen Senran didn't know what Lu Dao was for. Suddenly there was a burst of heat all over the body.

"Forget it, miss, let's go." The voice was interrupted by an old man with a low voice.

"Don't." Someone almost shouted.

"yes, let's say it, everybody wants to hear it." Someone pleaded.

"I don't think she knows what to say, huh." Jim snorted disdainfully.

But no matter what everyone said, that childish voice never sounded again.

Everyone looked around in distraction, but to no avail.

Chen Senran also looked in one direction fixedly, his empty eyes watching.

I was stunned.

"What's wrong with you?" No matter how sluggish the little fishman was, he still discovered Chen Senran's abnormality.

"It's nothing, it's just ......," Chen Senran smiled, "I feel familiar." ”

Déjà vu.

And at the same time, outside the restaurant.

A rustic gray carriage drove away slowly.

In the carriage, an ordinary-looking old man waved his horsewhip vigorously and whispered, "Miss, you ...... Don't overthink it. ”

"Well, I know what to do, if Xiao Mori Sen sees me like this, he will definitely be unhappy." The immature and crisp voice came from the carriage, revealing strength in the immature and crisp, "My life was exchanged by Komori with all his might, I will cherish it, unless I find him, otherwise...... I will definitely live well. ”

The old man outside the car was speechless, and with a long sigh, he whipped away. (To be continued......)