When Lothar walked out of the alley, a cart loaded with timber was in the way of the exit. And the big man who was supposed to pull the cart leaned on the edge of the car and whistled in the rain, looking like he wanted to be lazy, but no one who is not good at laziness would do that in the rain. The Count smiled, and with one hand on the side of the car, he flipped over the car and the piles of wood like a swift, and landed lightly on the ground. "I've got it, let's go. ”

"Are you sure? What about the girl? you're not going to lay her down with you, are you?" the big man looked down the alley, but he could only see a limited part of his vision, and the presence of the corner made it impossible for him to see the three drunkards lying on the dirt floor. As for the girl in his mouth, the witch has her own way of getting out of here.

Lothar patted the big man on the shoulder, which was a thank you to him. The latter didn't ask any more, this is Heartless Bay, and many times many things don't need to be known so clearly. So the shoddy wheels began to roll again, making their way through the streets of Heartless Bay. As they walked, their vision widened slightly, not because they had reached the edge of the city, but on the contrary, they were now in the center of the city, where the black spire should have stood. And now, it has been fenced off, and the stone ruins in the rain look like a monster dumped on the ground. "Who built this fence?" asked Lothar, who hadn't had it the last time he had passed.

"I don't know, but if you dare to build something here, it's probably the witches asking for it. Strange to say, this tower has been here for a long time, and there has never been a tsunami that damaged it, but this time it collapsed directly. Now many people say that this is because the actions of the witches have angered the sea god..."The big man quickly covered his mouth in the middle of his words, he just realized that this is the place where witches haunt the most in the whole city. It's hard to make sure that your complaints won't be heard by a witch who happens to be passing by.

Lothar tilted her head, accustomed to the big man's unscrupulous words. In fact, the two of them first met because this stupid big man was beaten up for satirizing a group of sailors, and the earl, who was looking for work at the time, happened to pass by and saved the life of a few of them. Otherwise, the sailors on the blood and gas are not serious when they beat people, and the lack of teeth and broken bones is just a trivial matter, and if it is not good, it will hurt the internal organs, then it is basically a death sentence in Heartless Bay.

When the two of them re-escaped into the shelter of the building, the big man pulling the cart breathed a sigh of relief. "Have the witches fenced off the ruins?" said Lothar in a whisper, for in the last few days, the witches had not gathered their men to rebuild the spire, but they had wasted their energy in enclosing the ruins. The Count always felt that this matter was not easy, and if he had the chance, he would have to ask Peg what was going on. "By the way, do you know where that big egg on the beach was transported?"

Dahan stopped and scratched his head, he thought for a moment, "I don't know about this, but I heard that the witch sent someone to transport the egg out later, and I don't know where it went, whether it was boiled or fried." But the people who helped carry the eggs were in a daze, and luckily the boat I was on didn't come back a few days late, otherwise I would have had to be pulled away. ”

The rain is getting lighter, and that's the way it is by the sea, as long as it's not a storm, the rain always comes and goes as fast as it comes. After handing over the timber to the merchant and taking the money, Lothar said goodbye to the big man and walked towards his temporary seaside hut. He weighed the few coins in his hand and shrugged his nose, these were not much, at best, they were just a day's food for him and the networm. Selling coolies in Heartless Bay is like this, and if you want to really accumulate wealth, you must come into contact with things that Lothar doesn't like. Shaking his head away from his mind about what he had seen while looking for work, the Count found himself in an area with more inhabitants. As the rain faded, the voices began to grow.

"Sir, sit down and have a drink. "A girl who looked a few years younger than Lothar ran out from under the eaves in a light rain in lighter clothes than she actually needed, and grabbed his sleeve, or rather, she wanted to. But where would the Count's reflexes give her a chance? Lothar only turned sideways slightly, avoiding the girl's hand in two steps, and at the same time backhanded her today's wages into the leather pouch on the inside of her belt. Walking on the street with money in hand always attracts all kinds of people, and the Wandering Oriole can only be regarded as the best of them.

"No, ma'am. I'm not in a mood for the weather today, and I'll be sure to have a drink with you next time I get a chance. The Count shrugged his shoulders and feigned frivolity. This is the most normal reaction in this city, and if he shows disgust or sympathy for the other person, it will make others strange. Of course, this is not to say that Lothar is used to this situation, watching the young girl who should still grow up under the protection of her parents fall into the streets, how can he, who was once a lord, not be angry with the ruler of the city. But he also knew that the problems in Heartless Bay were not caused by the witches, and that the city had been so long before the Black Cats and Raven Maidens ruled the city. And the arrival of witches even indirectly protected the safety of women in the city.

Sometimes things in the world are so ironic. Lothar got rid of the street and stepped forward on the dirt road. In addition to the humid air after the rain, the air gradually took on something else, the smell of food. The Count looked up, and sure enough, he saw a sign in the shape of a sausage in a room not far away, perhaps he should have bought something to eat to entertain the visiting guests? As a noble habit, Lothar thought of this problem, and for a month he and the networms had basically eaten dry bread and a small amount of fish and sour fruit, and as for vegetables or red meat, he had almost never seen them. The Earl himself was fine, but the situation of the networm made him not want his female companion to be too restrained in his diet, and even if he was short of money, he tried to hope that the networm could get balanced nutrition.

Okay, then go buy a little bit. Having made up her mind, Lothar hurried towards the food store, secretly hoping to buy cheaper vegetables, even if not so fresh. But just as the Count pushed open the door of the food store, a kitchen knife flew past him on the cheek and drove it into the wooden door frame.