Berry Street.

The street in Bilgewater is neither brilliant nor too bad.

Ordinary people, there have been no big people, no big events, not many people will care.

3 Berry Street.

An ordinary address as ordinary as the street on which it is located, an ordinary house, with mud walls and a roof mixed with banana leaves, typical of Bilgewater.

You can change the street and change the address to find the same house, many, many more.

Graves was sitting across the street from the ordinary house, in a tavern that was so ordinary that it was almost overflowing, with a glass of ordinary rum.

If anything, the tavern has a large floor-to-ceiling magic crystal glass window, allowing Graves to see the deep alley opposite.

"Excuse me, do you need anything else?" The bartender of the tavern stood in front of Graves with a humble smile and asked.

This was the third time he had stood in front of him in the afternoon, and he must have been scolding in his heart.

But also, for such a tavern, it is really annoying to sit alone for an afternoon with a glass of rum.

Graves had been watching this tavern for an afternoon, and not a single ghost had come out of that alley.

He even began to doubt the veracity of the words of the masked man, Fick.

Or is it that the other party has already gone out?

"Kid, who's the guy living across from you?" Graves asked, taking a sip of rum from the bottom of his glass, looking at the bartender.

"Why do you ask this?" The bartender visibly looked wary and confused.

The bartender was an incredibly young child, perhaps not even more than fifteen years old, with a young face with rare traces of weather.

This is not surprising to Graves. Because he also came out to beg for a living at a very young age, when he was eight years old, he knew how to cheat others out of money, and Bilgewater never lacked hard-working children, so he also knew what such a child needed......

"One more glass of rum, the one with the more is yours." Graves smiled and rolled out two silver coins, pressing the second one under his hand and whispering. "Don't let your boss find out."

"Good sir, a glass of rum, right here." The boy deftly picked up the silver coin that was on the surface, and by the way, he pulled out the one that was being pressed by Graves.

He quickly brought up a glass of rum, and at the same time lowered his voice and looked at the alley opposite, and said: "I don't know who lives on the other side of the road, but they are all mysterious, and they don't see anyone all year round, and sometimes strangers live for a while and leave quickly." Oh, and a group of strangers have moved in recently. ”

"What else?" Graves frowned and glanced at the little ghost in front of him, what this guy said was equivalent to not saying it, it was all something he knew.

"And ......," the boy hesitated, glancing at Graves' hand again, and stopped talking.

"Little ghost, didn't your mother teach you not to look at the second one when you can only eat one loaf of bread?" Graves, of course, knew what the other side wanted. He snorted and picked up the shotgun and stroked it gently. "Aren't you afraid of dying?"

He said the last three words with a smile.

But it made the boy feel great fear, and he looked at the strange weapon that was held in the hand of the rough man in front of him, and suddenly he had the feeling of being targeted by some terrible beast.

"I ......" the teenager couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, "no mother." ”

"......," the answer made Graves breathe, "Me too." ”

"Ahem—get down to business."

"Oh...... Oh. The boy swallowed again, and he glanced at the alley opposite. He frowned for a long time before he said, "Like, they haven't been out for a few days, well, it doesn't seem to be these days." ”

"Really? Are you sure? Graves picked up the rum. Shaking and not drinking.

This answer made him frown again, it wouldn't be to make himself wait a few more days, right?

"OK, OK." The young man hurriedly nodded and replied, and then asked in a low voice, "I...... Can I go? ”

"Let's go, this is your shop, not mine." Graves shrugged his shoulders indifferently and drank the full glass of wine.

Just as he was burping and wondering if he would have another drink, he suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves.

Coming from that alley.

He immediately shifted his gaze that way.

I saw a swarthy steed of Bilgewater's rare sight rush out of the darker alley, pulling a carriage that was completely black.

After that carriage, there was an equally pitch-black carriage.

Faintly, as the sound of horses' hooves swept across Graves, he heard a man's insolent voice:

"Draedin is leaving!!"

Delevingne? What the heck?

"Hey, little ghost." Without stopping, Graves got up and stopped the bartender who was leaving, "Can you get the carriage?" ”

"Carriage?" The money-greedy teenager grabbed his scalp with an embarrassed face.

"Oh, dear guest, do you need a carriage? I can provide it to you, as long as you ......" At this moment, the boss, who had been at the counter, who had obviously discovered the deal between Graves and the teenager, jumped out eagerly, and he rubbed his hands, the meaning was obvious.

"Here you go, I want it now, quickly." Without a word, Graves threw out a gold coin and smashed it precisely on the counter in front of the boss.

"It's good, it's good, you come with me." The boss looked at the gold coin and looked like he was about to faint, and walked quickly out of the tavern with Graves.

"Where?" Graves looked at the empty Berry Street, and couldn't see a single ghost of a carriage.

If this guy dares to play himself......

"Shhhhh

"Tap—" The sound of horses' hooves striking the pavement broke the emptiness of Berry Street in the next moment.

I saw a thin red horse running out of the corner of the road with a dilapidated carriage.

An old man with a white beard above was whipping his whip hard.

"Phew—" He heard the carriage in front of Graves.

"This carriage ......," Graves frowned as he looked at the emaciated red horse and the decrepit coachman, and tried to say something, but finally threw out a gold coin and walked up quickly, "That's it, let's go." ”

"You sit tight." The coachman took the gold coin with joy, and with a whip the carriage rushed out of the chamber.

That momentum made Graves, who hadn't yet stood on his feet, almost fall.

"Can you do it?" Graves let out a roar, "Keep up with those two cars, and if you can't catch up, just wait for the gun." ”

"Look, okay, you." The coachman slammed his whip again, "Drive-"

The dilapidated carriage roared forward. (To be continued......)

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