"You're the one punishing the square's silver?" said a masked elf, tall and with a hostile look in his exposed eyes.

"Come with us!" the other elf ordered, pulling out two coarse linen hoods.

What should I do? Aisha gave herself a look, do you want to obey?

Muhati thought for a moment, returned the girl's expression of agreement, and then took the hood himself, put it on his head, and put it on. As he imagined, psionic synaesthesia allowed him to not lose perception of his surroundings even when his eyes were covered. It's just that it feels like an X-ray, and the scenery loses its color.

The boy's cooperation made the two elves relax a little, and waited until they both put on their hoods. They dragged the latter through the alley behind the street.

Debris, garbage, abandoned makeshift shacks, and junkies fill these small alleys. The two elves who led the way would lead the two of them through a narrow path, and then they would walk to an abandoned house and take a shortcut to a new area.

Although there are not as many pedestrians in the alleys as there are on the streets, they are definitely not sparse compared to tribes and villages. Muhati keenly noticed that at the beginning, most of the pedestrians around him were humans, and as he walked, there were more and more non-human races such as elves, dwarves and even halflings, and humans became a minority.

The two elves led Muhadi and the others into a tunnel, narrow and short, so that they could only bend over and grope their way, and there were rat-like creatures crawling around on the ground.

When he finally crawled out of the other side of the tunnel, Muhathir felt his hood be removed, and the long-lost light once again entered his eyes.

Aisha crawled out behind her, and the two of them looked at the small room they were in.

The rooms are small, and like most of the buildings in Tyre, they are built of loess and rubble. The décor in the room is also very simple, with only a carpet, a tapestry, and a low table. Light is projected through the holes in the lattice windows, casting large and small spots on the ground.

The two elves leading the way entered the room and automatically stood next to the only door, acting as guards. Behind the dwarf, there was a middle-aged elf who looked at Muhadi with interest.

He looked like a bluff - there are no better words to describe him. Whether in the desert or in Tyre, elves like to wear practical robes and knee-length boots, wrapping their heads and pointed ears in turbans or headwraps. This outfit is both suitable for combat and the hot climate of Atas.

This was not the case with Kulesum, whose head was carefully trimmed and wore a felt hat adorned with the tail hair of a desert vulture. He wears a long white cloak with a circle of silver threads rolled over it, forming an abstract geometric pattern. His shirt was unfastened, revealing Tatsu's abs. And he also wore all kinds of rings, on each finger, and when he played with the silver coins in his hand, the rings and the silver coins collided with each other.

"I'm Kulesum, the owner here. The middle-aged elf said in a hypocritically friendly tone, holding up a silver coin with two fingers, "You left a scorpion tail mark...... What does that mean?"

It seemed that he was the contact person mentioned by Fahd, and Muhadi then uttered the message he had left for him: "'The goods have been received. ’”

"Well," Kulesum nodded, "kill both of them, and throw them in the dark street to make brown soup." ”

"Yes!" the two guards replied loudly, drawing their scimitars and pounced.

Muhadi was taken aback, and Aisha was about to defend herself almost immediately.

No, Muhati immediately calmed down. Although Kulesum said that he was going to kill two of himself, the details of his face did not seem to be telling the truth, and the frequency of his eyes, the rhythm of his breathing, and even the degree of his heartbeat changed slightly. In the face of synaesthesia, these small changes are visible at a glance.

It was a temptation!Muhadi made a split second as the two elves took two steps.

Aisha must have made the same inference, and the boy noticed that the muscles of her arms tensed for a moment, then relaxed, and the two obediently let the elf hold the cutlass around his neck.

"You're going to lose two faithful friends, Kulesum. Muhadi said calmly, "Even three, if Fahd knew you had done this." ”

Kulsum played with the silver coins in his hand, watching them appear and disappear, as if he had not heard Muhadi at all. Then he suddenly grabbed the silver coin, put it back in his pocket, and ordered the elven guard to "Put the knife away." ”

"My friend ......," he said to Muhadi, as if the confrontation had been completely devoid of zài, and a false smile was immediately put on his face, as if he had changed into a mask.

"Muhadi. The boy put his name on it.

"Forgive me, my friend Muhadi, for being so cautious......" he said in a tone that he had addressed to his long-time friend, "...... In my business, prudence is life. ”

Aisha had already hated elves, and now she didn't want to pay attention to this slippery head, so she turned her head away and didn't speak.

"I said the joint code that Fahd gave me!" Mouhathir noted.

"Yes, that's right, friend. "I'm sorry to have scared you," Kulesum explained in a tone of utter regret, "and this beautiful lady," he said, pointing to Aisha. ”

"But I have to be careful! I have heard that the messengers from the Scorpion tribe have been robbed by the barbarians halfway, and none of them have escaped. Besides, you're all human, and this is a bit out of my mind. ”

"What did you expect?" Fahd told you about my coming to Tyre?" asked Muhadi. "I don't want to pursue what happened just now, but I hope it won't be unpleasant again. ”

"Fahd told me that he had a friend who needed help, and asked for a message from the caravan, but he didn't say anything else. Kulesum waved his hand for an elven guard to go down and fetch some water, "As for the future, Fahd's friend, who is my friend of Kulesum, whatever you ask, I will do my best to help." ”

"But I warn you, as a human being, you and this beauty had better keep a low profile here. Otherwise, I won't be able to stop some trouble. ”

"'Here'?" said Aisha, "didn't you say you're the boss here?"

"Ah, my lady. Kulesum raised his hands and expressed helplessness, "I'm just the boss of the Crystal Spider card, not the boss of 'here', 'here' has always been lawless!"

The guards returned with clay cups, and Kulsum invited Muhati and Aisha to drink his water, saying that they would be treated as guests, and the atmosphere eased completely. Next, Kulesum explained the surrounding situation in detail.

It turns out that 'here' is the non-human gathering area of Tyre, inhabited by most of the city's elves, dwarves, half-giants, and even halflings. The Karak Witch King, who originally ruled Tyre, was a human, a human extremist, who despised a non-human race as humanoid beasts. So he ordered that the inhuman race must live in segregation, and over time, it became a paradise of crime, where all kinds of crimes were born every day, and even the people of the City Watch did not want to take care of it.

The inhabitants of the inhuman race zone, if not all, are more or less hostile to humans. Muhadi and Aisha, two young human beings, are here, and they really have to be extremely careful, otherwise they may be beaten for every walk.

"I haven't asked you what you do? Fahd said you experienced crystal spiders?"

"It's the Crystal Spider card!" Kulesum proudly declared, "It's just that the word 'card' on the signboard has fallen off, so everyone calls me the Crystal Spider here." As for my profession, I think I'm a philanthropist. ”

"Philanthropist?" Aisha snorted.

"Of course, I sell hope and reduce human suffering, how can I say that I am not a philanthropist?" he laughed with some kind of trademark fake smile, "Of course I also sell something else in the fairy market. "The Elven Bazaar is the largest black market in the Inhuman Race Zone, as he just introduced.

"Selling hope?" Mouhadi wondered, "Are you a missionary?"

"Don't compare me to those god-chattering sticks!" Kulesum retorted solemnly as if his pride had been injured, "I'm a dignified casino owner, and I sell the hope of money. Of course, I also have a bunch of lads. They collect money to kill people, so that many people can be freed from the miserable world of Attas......"

“...... Look, am I not a philanthropist?"

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