Every qiē on the street suddenly seemed empty and meaningless, and Tarrant walked towards the White Mist District in a daze, he did not regret the quarrel with Ryan, the truth disgusted him, and he was at a loss, but ...... Leaving the Light of Shelter, he doesn't know what to do next, no one will give him another task, what should he do next?

The pride that had been built up for a long time collapsed in that moment, and her heart was a little empty, Tarrant lowered her head, maybe it was time to look for an old friend, she stayed in that place lonely, she had always been quiet before, oh, Tarrant stepped into a carriage, "Cemetery." ”

The horse-drawn carriage drove into the lotus lamp district, and the neatly arranged houses on the street looked lifeless, the same shape, the same shape, except for the slight differences, they were simply the product of copying.

Through the window, Tarrant saw a crowd of people gathered in front of the door of an orphanage, which looked like a farewell party, the children of the orphanage were seeing off a few adopted children, and a scout was carrying a child about five or six years old into the carriage.

It is ironic that the Empire has thoughtfully allocated the most worthless plots of land in the Lotus Lantern District to several orphanages, so that poor children who have just been separated from their loved ones can integrate into their new lives and see their loved ones from time to time.

Tarrant noticed that there were four boys in the carriage, four at a time, good rich people, the world still has love after all, he finally has a reason to be happy, the change of the light of the asylum has affected him too much, and it makes him feel comfortable to see this scene in an almost desperate moment.

As the carriage drove past the main entrance of the orphanage, Tarrant caught a glimpse of the coat of arms on the carriage, an imprint of simple lines, a pair of wings if his imagination was any good, a badge that had never been seen in Aunt before, probably belonging to some low-key family.

After crossing a row of rusted fences, the carriage officially entered the cemetery, stones of different sizes formed a jagged and simple stone path, the wooden wheels "scraped" on the stone path, the carriage swayed from side to side, the screeching sound broke the peace of the resting place, Tarantra got off the bell, "Stop, let's go here", he did not want to disturb the peace of the dead, this is the only thing he can do to show respect for the "masters".

The driver immediately stopped the car and opened the door for Tarrant, "My lord, do you need me to wait here?"

It is difficult to call a carriage in the lotus lamp area, but what is unique to Taran is time, no mission, no battle, no one will send him, he is now a free person, even if he sleeps in the cemetery, no one will find out, "no", he reached into the spirit pattern bag, there were only a few gold coins left in it, and a carriage ride might only cost a few dozen copper coins, but he didn't care about tipping more.

"Thank you, sir!" said the coachman gratefully.

Tarrant walked along the stone path, leaving only a forest of stone monuments to accompany him, he had never noticed that the cemetery had been inhabited by so many people, with various names standing on both sides, and the wind-cracked stone tablets showing the wishes of the deceased before his death.

The distinction between poverty and wealth during his lifetime is fully inherited in the cemetery, where palace-like tombs glow with gold in the distance, while the tombstones of commoners are densely packed together, hoping that they will be equal in Erhemi's world.

In front of him sat a dwarf under a dead tree, with a short-handled axe beside him, his chin dragging out a messy gray beard, and his armor covered in mud.

Tarrant stopped, the dwarf's eyes flashed with greed, his voice was rude and dry, nothing good could happen.

"Knight," the dwarf caught up with Tarrant, "and you can see that you are in a difficult situation. ”

Tarrant looked at himself, the stone defender was indeed not as strong as before, "What do you want to say?" The dwarf in front of him was dark-skinned, with a shallow scar at the corner of his eye, and two cheap colored stones on the axe.

"I have an idea, let's make a little money", the dwarf patted the axe.

"Oh?" Tarrant looked around, and there were tombs, where the dwarves and others proved that the little money had something to do with the tombs, tomb robbing, and heinous despicable acts.

The dull dwarf understood Tarrant's reaction as interested, and he bared his black teeth and exclaimed, "I know there's a rich man buried in the tomb over there, and he's brought his favorite gem into the grave, let's go take it out, it's as simple as that." ”

Tarrant continued on his way.

"Hey!" the dwarf followed Tarrant on his short legs, "Listen to me, I've found a buyer for that gem, just take it out, 20,000 gold coins." ”

Gold coins, ridiculous things, but Tarrant couldn't help but stop, "20,000?" This is a large string of numbers, big enough to arouse a small not-so-strong interest in Tarrant's heart, what kind of thing would be worth the price?

"Hahaha, young man, I can divide your 4,000 gold coins after taking it out, look at your armor, it seems to have crawled out of the ground, 4,000 gold coins are enough to make you happy in the golden statue for a month!

The dwarf laughed disgustingly, and the spit stars splashed on Tarrant's metal boots, and Tarrant asked coldly, "What kind of gem?"

"A transparent gem, as big as the palm of a hand, the dead man must have put it in a coffin. ”

"I see", a giant jewel for decoration, Tarrant has no interest.

"How about I get some help in the evening?"

Tarrant raised his feet and stepped forward, "I'm sorry, I'm not interested, what you should be looking for is a trap maker or a priest", a greedy dwarf offered to divide the money only to explain one point, the dwarf couldn't do anything about it, there was something dangerous hidden in the plan, and Tarrant would never sell his principles for a few pieces of metal.

The dwarf shamelessly followed, "Hey, how about 6,000 gold?

In the distance, the neat Light of Shelter marked the guards standing, the warriors of Tinvor, and Tarrant quickened his pace.

"Hey, how about 8,000 gold!" the dwarf crossed in front of Tarrant, "no more!"

Tarrant stepped over his head.

"You bastard human brat! when you regret it, you only deserve to lick my toes and beg me to give you another chance!"

The dwarf creature brandished its weapon and shouted behind its back, and Tarrant walked towards a tombstone.

She was not as lonely as she imagined, there was a bouquet of flowers in front of her, Tarrant put down his halberd and picked up the bouquet of flowers, it was Feng Lan! The leaves were stained with undried water, and just put them here, Tarrant turned around suddenly, "Elliott?!"