When Gwen Rivers dances on the concrete pavement, her Mary Janis may click like rolling thunder. For about 10 meters, Gwen considered walking barefoot for the rest of the way, even though the prospect was completely shattered at the sight of broken glass.

On the next platform, restless passengers began to gather around the light and noise that was violently emitting from the terminated carriages.

Thankfully, she climbed the escalator to the street unharmed. When she slammed into the metal surface, the escalator ignored her presence.

Nothing, it has no power, and some of the turf may have dug up mana crystals or cut off the power.

Gwen groaned inwardly, then crawled around the metal loudly, making enough sound to mimic a theater troupe. By the time she finally came out, she was already sweating profusely. The air here is somewhat oppressive, low, and humid, like the night before a thunderstorm.

The street that now unfolded in front of Gwen was the street scene she had seen earlier from the carriage shed. Immediately, a foul stench strongly destroyed her sense of smell. She wondered if there was a strong feeling on an elderly person's face, it was her sensitivity to urine.

She concentrated and looked around to see six homeless men staring at her from their cardboard box shelters. Their eyes met and the men's eyes widened in disbelief, Gwen's water filled with the noxious smell of wastewater.

A spark of lightning leaked from her finger.

Without saying a word, she watched as the men retreated into their boxes like hermit crabs. One of them even has a lid with the words "Close" written on it. What? She was distraught. What was the man open for?Gwen woke up from her coma, realizing that she had to move on.

"Smack!"

Half a meter later, she found herself sinking into something an inch deep. Gwen didn't dare to look down and insisted on moving forward.

It took her only a hundred meters to be haunted by her most terrible fears.

Is there anything around here?

She had a rough idea of where Stacy was, but there were no landmarks, not even a signpost. Maybe she should ask the person in the box? That seems to be the best course of action. They seem docile and most likely won't test her mettle. Gwen felt confident, mustered up courage, strengthened her nose, and walked towards a box. The one with the "Close" sign looks just as good as the others.

"Hey!" a voice shouted.

Ah, here we go. Gwen cursed her premonitions. She had expected someone to pick up a conversation, though not so quickly.

She turned around and put herself in the middle of the gangsters and gangsters. There was no wall to block her back, so the hermit in the box had to do just that. Judging by their clothing and age, she confirmed that they were the same people who had tried to put glasses on the dog earlier. These young people are not like these hermits. She could read the self-control of their bodies, their mannerisms. These people are boring. Boredom and unemployment, which makes them stupid and dangerous.

"Oh, dear!" cried out one of the young men, Gwen gritting her teeth.

She told herself, "Let's try to do it calmly and exercise our charm." ”。 Gwen knew she was a little panicked when she was squeezing on the train, but now her mind had calmed down. It would be great if she could adapt to this environment with enough time and crisis.

"Gentlemen," she replied coldly, her legs slightly apart, and she stood firmly on the ground, her heels in the mysterious mud. Avoiding them will only incite them, and all she needs to do is make them feel like sleeping with her is a terrible idea. With that in mind, Gwen cycled a bit of lightning mana through her body, illuminating her iris with a pale cobalt light.

The young man who led the group was a scrawny young man in a tattered and dirty white T-shirt and jeans, and he froze himself.

"Oh my God!" your eyes are a little strange," he replied, then said loudly to his friends. "Beautiful glowing eyes!"

This one is rather acute. Gwen was delighted. Maybe things won't be so bad.

But Gwen would have been disappointed if she had anticipated that the speaker's friends would be scared to quit. Instead of heeding their friend's warning, they gathered around her in a circle. After all, it's not every day that a six-foot-tall beauty in high heels and fashion walks through Blackheath. Whether it's curiosity or something more sinister, their intentions don't matter to Gwen, as all she can see is a pack of scattered mongrel dogs staring at a stray cat.

"Hey guys, she's a mage. The keen magician repeated. "A would-be mage. ”

To the chagrin of Gwen and the young man, his "buddies" are still forgetful and too obsessed with the prospect of besieging girls and having fun with them. Their sluggish reflexes made Gwen even angrier. Can't a girl have a good chat with a homeless man? Do these idiots get their clues from Stanley Kubrick's A Clockwork Orange? She tries to restrain her impulses and is determined to settle the problem peacefully: after all, how far can she go if she throws a flashlight every other block?

"Gentlemen, I'm leaving. Gwen tried to stare at them. In her mind, she pretended to be a dangerously confident mage. She didn't know that in their eyes, she was a provocative prey.

When they still refuse to act, Gwen knows she has to escalate.

She pulled out her ID card from her bag, which was one for the public to practice magic tricks.

"Tower business," she chanted coldly. "You're out of my sight. ”

Several of them retreated.

One of the young men cautiously approached and looked at the card.

He suddenly shouted, "She's only 16 years old!"

"Fuck, really?"

"Hahaha..."

"What does Sheila think she's doing?"

"Who do you think you're trying to scare?"

"A real schoolgirl?"

"Maybe she's from a private college for digital elevation, looking for excitement here. ”

Gwen screamed inwardly, nearly tearing her card in half. , I'm an idiot. Fucking idiots. She might as well take out her student ID and warn them that bullying is a failure.

Without any warning, the young man closest to her began to grab her hand. Gwen cursed under her breath as she resold it, then let the charged mana pour into her body. A semicircular electric ring surrounds her, forming a semicircular shield. She used her Gunther shield, a two-tiered cleaved lightning bolt with a buffer of primordial mana particles in between. Her control is far weaker than that of a radiant mage, but it does a good job of stopping cannonballs from the lower levels.

"! she's real!"

"! she's a lightning wizard......"

In the next moment, the men scattered like beaten dogs, fleeing from the neighborhood into dark alleys and alleys formed by chaotic buildings. Around Gwen, fresh ozone buzzed in the air, and her lightning crackled and stirred up the airflow.

There was also a young man, a shrewd young man, who twisted his hands nervously.

"What do you want?" asked Gwen coldly.

The young man swallowed hard, and Gwen could see his Adam's apple wobbling.

"You...... Do you need a tsk?"

"What's that called?" Gwen's tone was a little cold. Did he provide her with drugs at this time?

"For example - a homeless man, a tour guide, like, maybe I can show you around. ”

Oh? Gwen still had no expression on her face. It sounded like just what she needed. Still, she had to be careful. It's all part of her exams.

"Why do you think I need a Tut?" she asked. "I have business here. Mage Sense. Why do you think I want to be disturbed?"

"Right...... To ......" the young man bowed his head and pleaded. He looks like a peek-a-boo. "So, you know your way around here, don't you?

Gwen glared at him.

Their eyes met. She could feel the cunning on his face. It's not malicious, but it's connivance and greed, the look of a guy who wants to make a quick buck.

"So...... Can a man show you around? save you trouble? Just did a good thing, right?"

Of course, the gangsters were right.

With a sudden jump of will, the shields around her faded away, leaving only the smell of burning cardboard.

"Like, you need to be mindful of where you're pushing the spell. Her self-reliant companion suggested that it was really dangerous for the common people. ”

Gwen glared at him.

"You say, miss...... Because you set fire to Buboo's house. ”

Gwen turned around and found that she had indeed set fire to an old man's cardboard room. By this time, the flames had almost reached the rigid old man, who would rather be burned alive than make a sudden move behind her. She scolded and kicked at the cardboard, sending half of it flying.

"Now he's homeless too," the shrewd man sarcastically said.

Gwen angrily confronts her critics, forcing the guy to run away like a whipped dog retreating from a raised hand.

"You're just like everyone else!" you mages don't care, and surround us with your magnificent fireworks," he said angrily. "You pitchers think you're all very upright. ”

", it's in my heart," Gwen grumbled angrily. This man is right. She was careless, but she wasn't going to prove him right. She forced a smile and turned to the homeless little one, bending down to talk to him, her eyes level, careful not to touch the sticky floor.

"Tell me where this is. She pulled out a piece of scrap paper with Stacey's last whereabouts, as well as an LDM crystal. "I will compensate you for the house. ”

The old man looked blankly at Gwen, his mouth open and closed, like a goldfish. Gwen noted that he had no teeth, only red and infected gums. She immediately fell apart. The smell he exhaled was enough to dazzle her. Overwhelmed by the sudden revulsion, she threw the shard on the man's lap and left his side. She's ready for one or two people, but she's not ready to face decades of dental neglect.

"I'm telling you, you're wasting good pieces. ”

The damn young man is still there!Gwen had an urge to vent on the annoying little bastard.

"Oh, I know the address, do you want to buy a good price? to pick up the goods? I can take you to the boss. She runs where you're looking, yes. ”

Gwen held up a piece of paper. If nothing else, the bright young man also has sharp eyesight.

"Do you know this place?"

"Absolutely. ”

"Can you take me there?"

"For one crystal, for two crystals, I will accompany you all the way. His face beamed with joy.

"You'd better not lie to me, acute. ”

"Whose acute illness?"

"Yes," Gwen said smugly.

"Am I cute?" the young man blushed.

Gwen let the moment pass. "What's your name?"

"Anthony, but my buddies call me Tonna like in a Tona shit. Because I'm a flamboyant person. ”

"Yes, Anthony. ”

"Toner, please. ”

"Tony," Gwen said firmly.

They stood cramped, the little one carefully biting the crystal and sticking to it. He must have acknowledged its authenticity, because in the next split second, he vanished, fleeing into the darkness of the Hive City.

Gwen turned to Tony.

"Tell me about this place. Tell me about the 'boss'. ”

Tony grinned at her, his face smoky with seriousness.

"We're talking as we go, aren't we? Even if we take a shortcut, it's at least half an hour. ”

"I warn you, don't let the electricity flicker on the shaft ......".

Tony assured her, "No Miss, no way." ”。

They left the plaza, and Tony was in lockstep next to Gwen.

"Miss, you are tall and so beautiful, are you a model in the city?"

"I am a mage and a ... "Detective. Gwen corrected herself.

"Miss, the prettiest girl I have ever seen, even prettier than the girl from the boss's house. ”

The man kept squinting at her, as if every moment he didn't believe she was real. Gwen could tell he was also full of questions. Where did she come from, why was she here?What were her three sizes?The man's restless look made his curiosity like a cat clutching at his throat on a pile of carpets.

They have now moved into a complex, although Gwen uses the word "sophisticated" because, more precisely, she is between the buildings. Regardless of the code, any government housing that once existed is now an extension built on top of the others, giving the place a sense of expansive Yangata.

They went deeper and deeper, and Gwen could feel a wayward gaze on her. As she looked up at the window, she could feel her gaze drifting quickly, sometimes accompanied by the sound of a window slamming.

"Tell me about this boss," Gwen insisted.

"Okay......" Tony considered his options and chose the first one. "She owns the building you're going to. ”

"What does she do?"

"She's an agent," Tony continued. "The old house is where she works, and a lot of people work there. ”

"What business?"

"Well, you know, the usual kind here. ”

"Drugs, prostitutes, mages?" Gwen's voice raised an octave.

"Of course, everywhere. However, there are no prostitutes, not so low, she is a stock trader. ”

Now it's Gwen's turn to say, "What the fuck?".

"You know, goods, like inventory, inventory, things like that. ”

"What kind of portfolio does she handle?"

"Ports... What? She does business with people like you. Tony looked at Gwen as if she were a weirdo. Maybe the mage who is too beautiful doesn't know at all. They say appearances can be deceptive. People who look at the boss from the outside are weird. God knows they're a little disgusting.

"Go on," Gwen ordered, and the passage narrowed again.

"She was so nice to us and kept us fed. Bringing water to this place, things like that. ”

"What have you done for her?"

"I'm just a runner, the boy who left a message, because we don't have crystals to leave a message with. ”

"You said other mages come here often?"

Once a month. People like you who want to buy something. ”

"Tell me more..."

They continued walking, the hallways getting narrower and narrower, until Gwen had to hide between buildings that hung too low, and in some places filled with foul-smelling water. Luckily, her new "partner", Tony, volunteered to stand in the puddle and keep Gwen balanced without the risk of slipping and falling down the drain. Gwen amused herself by saying that this little guy could be so cute. Now go and see what his boss has in store for her.

According to Tony, the place is most likely a lair for drug dealers. If that's the case, they might catch her target. For Gwen, she began to understand how her quest was formed. A smuggler's den is full of parolees, which means she can cast her spells without getting into trouble. She stumbled upon a mage or two, and she was sure they couldn't compare to the likes of Gunther and Alesia.

Eventually, after a long period of time, they came to the street once known as Logan Crescent, Blackheath, G6:266, on her defunct map. From the station to the study, the two walked for more than 40 minutes, although Gwen was sure that they were no more than 4 to 5 kilometers from the station.

The building itself is a mixture of several fire hazards, creating a multi-story OSHA nightmare that looks as if it could catch fire in a split second and cause a national tragedy. The windows were all boarded up, not suspicious at all, and there was only one entrance for people to know. In front was a bodyguard, a huge man with the appearance of a bull, built like a brick house.

"Oh, Tonna, who's that chick?" she's a stunt, man. "When they approached, the man's neck was impressive.

"We need to meet Boza, Pietto. ”

"Is this the right address?" Gwen looked up at the Tower of Terror.

"Yes. ”

She turned to Pietto. To Gwen's eyes, a tattered mafia city decay looks like it was moved out of a B-movie.

"Would you like to come in, ma'am?" shouted at Gwen over a megaphone.

Gwen hesitated, but told herself that between Ariel, herself, and Cariban, she should be fine. After all, she also has her non-Newtonian shield. Some people won't be able to get through this.

"I'm here to buy something. Gwen showed him her public agency ID, too fast for Peto to see.

Before Pierto could reply, she walked towards the door, just like in the movies she had seen. Think of the day she will use Hollywood movies as a reference for real life!

To her consternation, a thick, hairy hand blocked her path.

"I'll have to check if Yuss has a weapon. Pito smiled smirked, his intentions could not have been more obvious if he had tattooed the gun on his face.

"No," Gwen replied, getting out of the way. ”

"You can't enter without a check," Pieto insisted.

"Man, if I were you, I wouldn't try. "She's a Quasit, blue and sparkling kind," Tony added next to them, if only she could pee here. If Boza finds out that you are trying to stop a monastic, she will skin you. ”

Pieto seemed unhappy to be interrupted.

"You're causing trouble for Bossa, Tonna?"

"No, man, she has business to do, don't you miss it?"

"I do know. I'm looking for someone. Your boss should know. ”

"Do you know the boss's name?"

"Gwen," Gwen said simply, why did I waste my time talking to you again?"

Pieto roared menacingly.

He stared hungrily at her figure and stepped back. In the man's limited mind, he realized that a girl waltzed into Blackheath, revealing her long legs, most likely unscrupulous in dealing with unwanted attention.

"See?" there is no theatrical companion. Tony tried to laugh it off.

Pieto shrugged. Whoever she was, the girl was paid more than him.

"Okay. I've got my eyes on you, Tonner. She screwed up and I beat you up like a dog. ”

"Haha. Ah......h

Pierto walked over and opened the door. Fortified hardwoods. Gwen noted. No ordinary mage can break through this level, but she should be fine. Her mind caressed over Caliban and Ariel, both of whom were snuggled into their pockets, half-aware of Gwen's situation. Using her empathy, she tells them to be prepared. Ariel replied, "Oops!" and Caliban roared, telling her that it was eternally hungry.

Inside, some wayward glowing bulbs flashed their magical dates, emitting a sickly glow. Gwen immediately smelled a foul smell that immediately felt familiar, which reminded her of the synthetic marijuana that people used to smoke in her previous world. Gwen stared at Tony again: the young man looked at ease, his body language saying nothing. The door slammed shut, and the stench grew thicker.

Well,, I'm busy right now, and Gwen uses her better instincts to stay calm and hopefully she doesn't lash out at her fans. Along the way, she caught a glimpse of a room in the hallway: one had a door ajar. Inside was a woman, bare-waisted, smoking a blue cigarette from a glowing jar.

Gwen reminded herself that the whole place was like a fire.

They soon reached an atrium that looked like it had been carved out of someone's living room, now opening two floors through a sharply displaced ceiling. The broken skylight is covered with translucent canvas, providing light and shade. There was a woman in the middle of the room, sitting on a couch, and the sofa bed was in the middle of a pile of carpets and cushions. She smoked a shisha listlessly, puffing out a puff of blue and gray smoke. Her most striking features are her hair and her scars, which run from the base of her chin to the tip of her right eye. Wow, that's disgusting, Gwen cringe. One more millimeter, and she'll turn into a bozza with one eye. Her hair is neon-lit, adding a touch of color to an otherwise drab room. The woman wore a pair of tight calfskin trousers with a black tank top, squeezing her sizable boobs together to form a deep cleavage.

"Who is this, Tuna?" the woman asked.

"She's a mage and wants to buy things. ”

"What are you looking for?"

"My name is Gwen," Gwen announced, politeness out of the way, and I was picking up Stassy Cantwell. ”

"Bossa. "Nice to meet Cha. "The woman seemed surprised that you had come so quickly. What's the urgency?"

Gwen did her best to read Boza's body language. The "boss" does not seem to be hostile, not even nervous. In addition, she seems to be very comfortable with Gwen's presence and even prepared for it.

"The master's orders. Gwen changed the direction of the inquiry, answering as vaguely as she could. If she can solve this problem in her own way, Mark will definitely impress, and so will her host. "Where is the girl now?"

"She's down there. ”

"And what are we waiting for?" Gwen asked, a hint of irritation in her voice.

On the podium, the "boss" looked at Gwen. In her eyes, Gwen lacked the horrors of the crew she had come to expect, but even she had to admit that the young mage had courage. Wandering around the Black Wilderness in that dress was bold enough. She snorted in confusion, wondering if the girl was having fun on the way in, what damage she had caused.

"Jones, go find that girl. Boza made a gesture with his hand

Another bodyguard, this time a Maori, emerged from the dark room. With so many nooks and crannies, Gwen looked around nervously. As they waited for the Maori to return, Boza seemed interested in small talk.

"So, which one are you?" Boza seemed to really want to talk to Gwen. "I don't know they sent a little thing like you out on an errand. If you're my own sister, I don't want you out of my sight for a second. ”

What?, Gwen thought. What the hell is this woman talking about?

"Come with the territory," Gwen replied, playing as she played.

"Did you raise and be born at home? Or did they dig you out of some place and sign you up for service?"

Gwen smiled coldly.

"Born to grow," she said tentatively with the water.

"Not bad. Are the lightning elementals all yours?"

"Naturally. ”

"Hehe, quiet day, they're dressing you up in a big wig!" Boza licked Gwen's lips and muttered to Gwen. "A young and beautiful little thing like you must have had a fight with maggots, didn't you? A couple of old men bought you crystals? When did you start?"

"Young," Gwen replied briskly. Deep down, she's suppressing the bile in her throat.

". You're in luck. "The future is bright. She smiled, and her lips made a loud noise, how about Master Klaus?

"Angry. ”

Gwen sticks to her succinct role. Come on, woman, Gwen felt a knot in her stomach. Where the fuck is Stacy?

"Haha!" Boza laughed, her voice like the crow of a crow. "Ah, it's a commodity. ”

Gwen turned around and saw a Maori man pushing a huge box towards her with a wheelbarrow. The bodyguard respectfully stopped half a meter away from Gwen, flicked the lid of the box, and took a step back. Inside, in the middle of fresh hay, there was a young woman holding a fetus. She seems to be unconscious, or at least in some kind of deep sleep. Stacy was naked, with a calfskin belt around her neck, her hands and feet connected, motionless. Even if the girl somehow wakes up, she can't get rid of the twist of pain.

When the human "cargo" was all presented, Gwen felt her throat contract. Her heart pounded in her chest.

She screamed inwardly. What the fuck is this? Is this the first proper task for a newbie like me?

But a show is a show. Gwen knew she was too deep to pull it out. She leaned over to "check" the cargo and noticed that the girl had tags tied to her feet.

S, Cantwell

F（21）

Illusion (1) Water (1)

"Satisfied?" asked Boza in a friendly voice, would you like to pay with crystals, cash, or items?

"How much?" asked Gwen, tensing her nerves as she adjusted her tone and rhythm.

Posa looked at Gwen in bewilderment. The next time she spoke, there was a hint of doubt in her voice.

"The agreed amount. Your master wouldn't want to send me there, would he?"

"I just need to confirm the amount," Gwen said matter-of-factly.

"Forty tuba. ”

Forty HDM crystals... Gwen thought about it in her mind. She's enough. If she can get all the HDM and LDM companies together, that's enough.

Is it too much to pay in change? Gwen wondered. Crystals are crystals, of course?

On the other hand, what if things were going well? Should she subdue them and call the police? She was confident that she could take everyone into the atrium. Only Boza looks like a mage, and her aura is weak. Maybe a powerful show of force would scare them? She could also step back and call Mark. Yes, she should call Mark. The lady was an angry or grudgeful family member. "Slave Lair" is at least 5 points out of 11 on a 11-point scale. Blood sisters, Bond slaves, these people are human traffickers!

"Well, what could it be?" Boza's voice was now completely hostile.

Gwen flashed her storage ring.

"Boss!" a familiar voice shouted from the direction of the exit.

Pieto angrily walked into the room and glared at Gwen with obvious hostility.

Gwen's neck is covered in hair.

Behind him was a woman shorter than Gwen, wearing a black headscarf that covered her face.

"Master, the mage said she was here to pick up Cantwell. Who the fuck are you talking about this girl?"

The entire assembly turned their heads to look at Tony, who was now sweating and literally standing in his excrement pool.

"I-I found her at the station; she's looking for this place..."

Tony's audience fell silent.

"Tona......" Boza said cautiously, who got up from the sofa chair... This one... Is it a fucking magician?"

"She is... Master Tamage!" Tony stammered, realizing that he had made a terrible, terrible, fatal mistake.

"Who could you be trying to impersonate a founder?" the turbaned mage asked Gwen.

"I want to know too. Gwen. Bossa's eyes flashed, and Gwen caught a surge of mana escaping from Poza's hair, wetting hers. She's a water mage.

The two bodyguards drew their and waved them in their hands. Next to her, the mage opened her cloak to reveal a bold black flowing silk outfit, her young face covered with the wounds of an elf. From her, Gwen felt the free-flowing particles in the air.

Oh no. Gwen's brain was beating too fast all at once.

She just wants all her training to pay off.

Boza fills her body with water, allowing her to resist fire and physical attacks. In front of her were two female mages. The one with the hijab looks like that part, while the other doesn't quite fit. She was too careless, Boza swears, and that bitch caught her off guard. The fact that she was blinded for a moment most likely means that their employer will penalize her.

But that girl was a prize in itself.

This "Gwen" is a rare specimen. If Boza can give her as a gift to the house, she will not only avoid punishment, but also get a reward!

She ordered her men to subdue the young mage and watched as the girl retreated in horror. The young witch was alive and untested. With just one glance at her face, Boza knew that the stupid little guy would panic once her guessing game began.

Gwen almost laughed as she fell to her knees on one knee, a dozen mana crystals scattered around in her moment of pain.

“!“

Boza felt the air tremble. Something is wrong. Gwen's HD crystal is dispelled by unstable mana. What the hell was she doing? Was the girl trying to kill herself?

Suddenly, a soft shield blocked their target. A protective spell she'd never seen before. A black film that is deeper than black, a perfect hemisphere, absorbs all the light.

"Fu ......" Boza began to curse, but no one heard her spell.

"Crack!"

The lightning-like crystal shattered, and thunder came from within.