Seven days later, the redhead left.

She had time to prepare a little ahead of time and went with Jairo. There is no such thing as sending it or not, because when the time came, Qiu Xuan watched a big living person disappear directly from sight.

The moment the red hair disappeared, Qiu Xuan took a moment to react, although she knew that any executioner who stayed in Drow City for a month would be forcibly sent to Oselle when the time came, but she didn't expect that it would really disappear in an instant.

The redhead left with twenty bottles of wine, and she wore a thick cotton suit to carefully wrap each bottle of wine and carry it with her. Qiu Xuan waited alone in the Jima Mansion for three days, but neither the redhead nor Jairo came back.

Qiu Xuan sat in the room that had been carved out for the circus to rest, and the red-haired bed next to her had now been replaced by a new user.

The new member turned out to be a person who had a relationship, the performer who Qiu Xuan saw before who was spitting fire on the street, he was recommended to enter the Jima house to replace the redhead, and the recommender was Lin Buge.

Wait.

Qiu Xuan sighed and thought about it, she didn't know where the red-haired and they had been randomly teleported to Oselle, and she didn't know if the wine they were carrying had already been snatched by other refugees. Three days is not enough for ordinary people to walk the entire territory of Oselle, but for someone of the red-haired Jairo's physical fitness, it should be able to do it.

Seven more days passed, and the redhead still hadn't returned.

At this time, Qiu Xuan actually didn't have much hope. The hopelessness here does not mean that they must have died in the bellies of others, but that it is extremely difficult to wait until they find the sporadic chance to return to Drow again.

Qiu Xuan withdrew his gaze from the blonde merchant in front of him, thought for a moment, and said, "How is your grain harvest this month?" ”

"Not so good...... Alas, in fact, it is very bad. The weather had cooled down, and Alecan was frowning and restless as he warmed his hands with a bowl of hot water in his hands. Now that winter is coming, there is only a little land left in the city that can continue to be planted without being polluted, and now when the weather is a little colder, the only little plant can be planted. ”

"But there is still a little stock in the family granary, if you save it...... If you only drink one bowl of gruel a day, you can probably barely survive this winter. ”

The blonde merchant lowered his eyelashes and said in an inexplicable tone, "More people will die this winter." Maybe...... All of us may not have a chance to see the following winter. ”

Hearing this, Qiu Xuan's eyes lifted from the cup he was holding in his hand and glanced at the other side.

When she had just walked around the official road, she saw that in a considerable part of the slums, there was still an iron bucket that could not be moved. There was a bucket of gruel in it to relieve the hungry people who were about to survive, and although it could not fill their stomachs, it was better than nothing.

Everyone knows that the knights who are responsible for bringing food belong to the Alex family.

"It would be better if we didn't have to distribute that part of the food every day to help the victims, right?" She looked at Mount Alec, "Those people in the slums, they can't survive this winter. Even if there is an extra bucket of porridge, it will not make any substantial difference. ”

Alex shook his head at her.

"I still have my own energy to spare, don't I?" "It's one thing to be useful or not, it's another thing to do it or not." ”

"That's right, Afu." As if he didn't want to continue this heavy topic, Alecshan lowered his head and took a sip of water, and said, "What did you think about what I told you last time?" ”

In Alecshan's personal plan, his first step in "breaking the scales" is the underground black market.

After all, Alec Hill is still the same "apostate" family on the surface, and they are not and do not have the ability to directly confront the local lords. So in Alecshan's idea, they could first turn their power into the shadows and infiltrate from the underground little by little, which is why he resolutely became a black market merchant.

Of course, this initial plan sounds pretty solid, right? It even coincides with some of the series of things Qiu Xuan wants to do. Qiu Xuan originally thought the same way, until she heard the words of this Alecshan.

That's what the blonde black dealer told her at the time.

"I've already figured out that we can start with the most sought-after human bone trade in the underground at the moment, and then ...... And two years later, that is, the finishing touch, I will have tons of black powder buried in the ground in advance, and then we can ......"

"Wait, wait, you stop." Qiu Xuan pressed her temples and watched as events developed towards a strange and absurd goal. "Not to mention where did your so-called 'tons of black powder' come from? No, dare you say that breaking the balance is really a break in the physical sense? ”

She glared at Alex, "What are you thinking?" Where is a ton of black powder blown up, a beam? Let's assume that you can really get it without alarming the forces, so what if you blow up the beams, blow up a few of them? ”

"Just because the beams that connect the two ends of the balance on the surface are ruined, doesn't mean that the concept of 'balance' itself is ruined, understand?"

"Not what you think!"

Alexan suddenly became agitated, and his movements were a little heavy, and he placed the water cup on the wooden table. "You don't understand at all that the 'beam' is the center of this world, the node that makes up this ridiculous scale! It's hard for me to describe it to you, but in short, the 'power' that supports this world doesn't exist, so the 'balance' naturally doesn't exist, you know what I mean! ”

Qiu Xuan was very calm, "Then why do you think that the beam is the source of strength that supports this world?" ”

"Didn't you notice?" She was still sitting in her chair, just slightly raising her eyes to look at the black merchant in front of her who was so excited that she stood up. "From your so-called 'breaking the scales' salvation rhetoric at the beginning, to blowing up the beams now, it is your own subjective idea. You can be whatever you want - it doesn't matter in the first place, after all, who can control one's own thoughts? But now, since you're saying you're going to make an alliance with me, shouldn't you give me a convincing statement? ”

Alecsan gasped, his hands propped on the table and looked at her with red eyes.

He swallowed as if to say something, but was swallowed back by the tip of his tongue.

In the end, he simply said, "I can't tell you." ”

"I can't tell you, Aph." Alex said, "But can you trust me for once? Just trust me once, okay? I really know all the secrets about the beam, and as long as we master the beam, we will be able to grasp the scales of the continent itself. ”

Qiu Xuan thought it was absurd, but she didn't say anything more.

After all, she also felt that the remarks made by those big and small lords who came up to coerce and lure them were also extremely absurd, but on the surface, they still did not refuse to come, as long as they were individuals, they could "form an alliance".

As for where exactly the hearts of the "allies" are, that's another matter.

"Well, I believe you." Qiu Xuan also lowered her head and took a sip of water, "Just do it according to your plan." ”

Hearing her say this suddenly, Alec Mountain didn't even react for a while. Then he looked down at the man sitting on the other side of the wooden table, and his expression was a little ecstatic.

"Really, you really believe me! …… Okay, okay, I got it, I'll go back and get ready now! By the way, the personnel on my underground human bone trading chain can also be used, if you don't want to do it on the surface, you can go directly to the underground, and we will continue to carry out the preliminary preparations, which is a big project......"

Qiu Xuan sat in that position until she saw off Alecshan, whose face was full of joy, and she closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair and let out a long sigh.

In fact, there was no need to illegally smuggle large quantities of gunpowder at all.

Alec Hill's mouth, "The beam is the energy source of the whole world", she can even verify part of it now.

Qiu Xuan raised her head and drank the last bit of water in the cup in one gulp, stood up, and walked to the nearby outskirts of the city alone.

The closest to this place is a Class D beam, which has been newly built and has not hosted a gluttony contest before. Neither the building itself nor the squad of knights in charge of guarding it made much sense here.

Qiu Xuan casually found a small dirt slope to stand on, briefly visually inspected the deserted beam, and in the next second, a huge mechanical cannon barrel of nearly two meters came out of thin air under his feet.

As soon as the barrel appeared in the air, the mound of dirt under his feet, which was incomparably solid and without gaps, sank a little bit. Qiu Xuan silently picked up the cannon barrel that had sunk a little, and the skin of his palm was close to the magic pattern carving on the surface.

With a deafening loud sound, the arch that had risen up instantly turned into powder.

……

"Eh, that person, did you pay the money? No, line up in the back! ”

", how do I know if you've handed it in before? If you can't take it out now, roll to the back and line up, don't delay me anymore! ”

In the bustling crowd, it seems that there will be no such lively scene as now in several lifetimes. A tall woman stood at the front of the crowd, constantly checking the tickets, and beside her was the neat and strict queue of knights, just standing silently, the strong oppression made people obediently line up and did not dare to make a mistake.

Zhu Kunhai stood in a corner of the crowd that was neither hidden nor conspicuous, and in the next second, his whole body flickered, obviously being pushed several times by the crowd.

At this moment, through a touch of violence in the man's eyes, his palm quietly poked out, and in an instant, a small uninhabited field was vacated around him.

Zhu Kunhai withdrew his hand, stood still in the crowd, and took two breaths to barely suppress the scarlet in his eyes.

It's been a week since he arrived in Drow City, and although as a newcomer, there are no vacancies for him to come over for interviews. During this time, he could only work as an unloader on the dock, and he could only get half a penny of wages every day.

For a executioner who had just crawled out of Oselle—except for perverted exceptions like the Chainsaw Man—a day's and a half of silver was not enough to repair a man's decay and rot from the inside out, especially now that Drow was willing to hire him only for those jobs that fed on physical strength.

But obviously, half a month of Osser's life has brought a new change to Zhu Kunhai.

It is not difficult to see from many of the previous details that Zhu Kunhai has a bureaucratic atmosphere that he is trying his best to suppress but the effect is not very significant.

He clearly belonged to the group of executioners who held power in the native world, stood in a prominent position and were then noticed by the Dominators.

has been in a high position for a long time, and of course he has his own arrogance and dignity. Even though this pride has been sharpened to the point of being inconspicuous after going through several proving grounds, it still exists.

At the beginning, when an "ally" who was deliberately wooed by him put a freshly torn thigh bone in front of him, Zhu Kunhai refused. After a few trials, he was able to kill with his own hands without changing his face, but that didn't mean he could also eat a part of his own kind without changing his face.

And on the third day of staying in Osier, when Zhu Kunhai wiped the corners of his mouth with red eyes and licked the congealed blood on his hands, he might never be able to go back.

Zhu Kunhai stood in the crowd, although another worker sleeping next to him disappeared last night, he touched his stomach and still felt hungry. If someone stood close to him at this moment and looked closely, they would find that the middle-aged man's brown and black pupils were dark red all around them, but they were trying their best to suppress them, so they didn't look conspicuous.

"Next."

Today is the day to give out tickets to the Gluttony Contest, and every day means that the day when the whole city of Drow is crazy is coming. Originally, there were 20 beams per beam, but now because winter is about to begin, even the officials are not confident that they can provide sufficient food reserves, so they have reduced it to 7 sheets per beam.

Zhu Kunhai is now in a C-level beam distribution location, as for why he chose C-level instead of the lower-level D level, the reason is that it must be in accordance with the rules.

He had already competed in the D bar once before as a newcomer, so according to the regulations, if he could get another ticket, he would have to compete in the next C class. And so on, above the C grade is the B class, the A class, and then the next round of D starts again.

n.