The laughter faded away.

This Nasrezm's spatial ability has reached an extreme level, even if he is not his opponent and Anivia, it is easy to run.

Li Ang's brows were furrowed, to be honest, the state of the world was even worse than he had imagined.

It is foreseeable that as long as the number of demons is large enough, the entire empire will be infiltrated into a sieve.

And the loopholes of human nature will make a large number of human beings be transformed into demons.

The more demons fight, the fewer humans there are.

It is estimated that it will not be long before the world will not be able to hold on.

As for Ms. Nasha's "100 years", she can only say that she is too optimistic.

...

Silonia was located at the mouth of the Pompeii Sea and was the largest trading transit point in the southeastern part of the empire.

Here you can find fruit wine from the elves, magic weapons forged by the dwarves, and exquisite furs from Sturgia...... Everything you can think of, here's what you need.

Once a small fishing village, Silonia gradually became a trading center connecting the elven kingdoms, the steppe kings, and empires due to its strategic location.

And three years ago, it received the permission of His Majesty Emperor Arenix and became the only autonomous city-state in the empire.

This is not to say that the Empire deliberately gave up the interests of Silonia, but that every gold coin that flows from here is likely to be stained with blood.

Reach out and take it directly, it is too ugly to eat, and the Yang Empire needs such a fig leaf like a face project.

On the other hand, Silonia's ability to become an autonomous city-state is also a manifestation of the word "capital", which is beginning to show its terrifying influence.

Not many imperial bureaucrats can remain incorruptible in the sugar-coated bombardment of capital, and every year, the capitalists of Silonia send their wealth into the hands of any official who might be useful to them.

Over the past few decades, Silonia has long woven a network of interests that even the emperor does not dare to touch easily.

Actually, the emperor is also online.

In Silonia today, the sky is very dark, and leaden gray clouds cover the dome.

Not long after, a torrential downpour fell.

Matthew, dragging his half-lame legs, hurried to the shed in front of the shop next to the road to hide from the rain, and accidentally stepped on a hollow stone slab at the bottom, splashing a large pool of sewage, which happened to drench a well-dressed gentleman next to him.

He was stunned and hurriedly apologized.

Fortunately, the gentleman was not angry.

The man, who was wearing a white shirt and a black tuxedo on the outside, waved his hand politely to him, and after signaling that it was okay, he took out a large black umbrella and disappeared into the crowd of people holding umbrellas.

"He's such a nice guy!"

Matthew couldn't help but mumble quietly.

This is the most polite rich man he has ever seen.

But then there was a sneer in my ears.

"What kind of good guy is he?"

The source of the voice was a middle-aged man squatting on the ground with a cigarette in his mouth, wearing a worn shirt with holes in it, and a very conspicuous abrasion mark on his shoulder.

Obviously, this is a porter on the dock.

Matthew stepped aside, to a man like him, who didn't know anything and broke into Silonia headlong, living at the bottom, even a small porter, he couldn't afford to mess with.

"Hehe, the gentleman you saw just now is actually the largest slave trader in the whole of Silonia, when the northeast frontier has not fallen, he and Leotanese jointly monopolized all the slave trade in the empire, if you want to talk about black hearts, in the Silonia Council, he is definitely second to none. ”

Matthew's face changed slightly, and there was a palpable hint of anger in his eyes.

But he quickly calmed down and asked, "What are you telling me about?"

The porter threw the leftover cigarette into the pool: "Don't do anything, maybe you didn't notice, I've been paying attention to you for a few days, you're here to find your daughter in Silonia, right?"

"How do you know?"

"As I said, I've been watching you for days. ”

Matthew was a little wary and said, "I'm just a cripple, penniless, what do you pay attention to me?"

The porter fumbled through his pocket and pulled out two cigarette rolls, threw one for Matthew, and lit a match for himself.

"Ha, what do I pay attention to you?"

The porter seemed to be laughing at himself, and seemed to just think it was funny.

He took a deep breath of smoke until the spark of the entire cigarette butt moved back most of the time quickly before he let out a breath: "Because I'm like you, I'm here to find my sister, and the expression on your face is all too familiar to me." ”

Matthew breathed a sigh of relief, he tentatively lit the cigarette with a match, and took a puff: "Did you find it?"

As soon as the words came out, he felt that he must have said the wrong thing.

If they do, they won't stay here.

But the answer is often unexpected.

The porter smiled, "I found it." ”

"Congratulations. ”

Matthew's expression was a little lonely, both happy for the other party and envious.

But then I heard the porter say: "My sister was cut off by human traffickers and thrown in front of the statue of the Five Sages Emperor in the square to beg. ”

"She still knows me, and I know that very well. ”

There was a thud.

The cigarette in Matthew's hand fell into the puddle.

The sound was not real, but Matthew did feel that his heart felt as if it was thudging and shattering into countless pieces.

"But I couldn't take her away, and the last thing I could do for her was kill her. ”

Matthew's eyes widened, "You!"

The porter's laughter was hoarse: "No way, like her, it's much worse to live than to die." Moreover, the slave trade, in Silonia, is protected by law, and I take her with me, and I can't go at all. ”

"What are you telling me about?"

The porter chuckled, "I just wanted to tell you about my experience and what a sad end it would be for you." ”

"I advise you that it is better to leave Silonia as soon as possible, for your daughter's fate is already sealed the moment she is abducted. ”

The porter stood up, stretching his limbs, which were a little numb from the long squatting.

"Help me!"

Matthew said coldly.

"Since you have found your sister, you will definitely be able to help me find my daughter, and I think we have the same experience, please help me!"

The rain is getting louder and louder.

Matthew saw the porter's mouth open and close a few times, but couldn't make out what he said.

In the center of the city of Silonia, the ancient bell tower rang eight times in succession, and the melodious sound echoed in the rainy night like thunder.

It took a long time for Matthew to hear what the porter was saying.

"I can help you, but what benefit can you pay me?"

Matthew shook his head.

He has nothing.

"Then why should I help you?"

The porter smiled, and he pointed to the melodious, centuries-old bell tower: "In Silonia, you can do anything with money, and if you don't have it, you can't do anything." ”