Foster woke up the next day, the hangover was all over his body, and he remembered his dead lover, and nothing was more unbearable than this pain.

He had lost interest in life, and his destination, the tavern in the local town, entered the tavern, and when he came to the counter to ask for a bottle of spirits, he heard a gentle voice.

"Mr. Foster, it looks like you're not in good shape, I think you should rest, wine isn't good for you. "In front of the counter was a red-haired girl with a ponytail, wearing a beige dress, the skirt was a little old, and there were a few patches, but it was clean, and her goose-egg-like cheeks were flushed, which was left by the wind and sun, but still could not stop her hidden beauty, and her blue eyes were like stars.

Foster was cared for by a girl, and he was stunned, looking around left and right, with some doubts. "What about the tavern owner, Mr. Jack, who are you?"

This tavern is the ancestral business of Old Jack, which has been in business for many years for generations, and according to Old Jack's stingy personality, he will never pay for a waiter.

The girl smiled a little shyly. "Mr. Jack has sold this tavern to a young man at a high price, and the family has the money to move out early this morning, and I am Martina, a waitress hired by the new owner. ”

Faster was attracted by the girl's smile, he had little experience in love, and a kind boy who lacked mother's love since childhood was always easy to fall in love, Downing guessed correctly, he bought the tavern, and brought the same kind-hearted Martina from the slums to take care of the tavern, one of the few girls he had seen in the town, and his plan succeeded.

"Mr. Foster, go home and rest, recuperate and come back, and I'll pour you a glass myself." Martina was a little shy by the young man's eyes.

Foster's mind went blank, he left the tavern, and ran excitedly to Downing's hotel, he wanted to tell his good friend about it, he was in love with a good girl again, and he wanted to get the encouragement and blessing of his friend.

When I arrived at the hotel, I rushed in, but the door of the room was locked, and I went to the front desk to ask. "Please ask if the guest staying in room 205 is not there. ”

The innkeeper took out a letter and handed it to Foster. "Sir, Mr. 205 left and he asked me to give this letter to the person who came to him. ”

Foster hurriedly took it and opened the letter.

"Dear Foster, congratulations on finding a good girl, Martina is worthy of you, she has a kind heart, I can't make it to your wedding, I can only leave a blessing, remember, kindness will bless you, but cowardice will harm you. ”

After finding the fifty thousand Caesar bill in the envelope, Foster finally understood that all this was arranged by Downing, and he was a little ashamed in his heart. "Thank you, Mr. Downing, for the gift, I shouldn't have given up on myself. He perked up his spirits and headed to the government building.

Try Blotter City for your next trip.

Compared to Shining Gold, Blott City is much more complicated, and his next revenge is still Uncle Anubrak's enemy, the banker who took a third of his fortune, and Alkmaar, the big man in Blott City, one of Uncle Anubrak's worst enemies.

The Grand Procurator of the city of Blott was his son-in-law, and the Lord Mayor was married to him, and merchants from all over the world had many business dealings with him, including wine and spices, and even some silk and tea trade with the mysterious East, and also had extremely friendly relations with the Holy See, and nobles and celebrities often frequented the Alkmaar family's drinking parties. The Alkmaar family is almost in the de facto control of the city of Blot, and AZ himself is the underground king of the city, known to the locals as the man with the invisible crown.

This kind of character is much more insidious than Cafu, but Downing has obtained all of Cafu's wealth, and his strength has increased a lot, in order to get close to such a character, he must have an outstanding identity to be recognized, otherwise it will be extremely difficult to enter the circle of the Alkmaar family.

For the first three days of his arrival in Blot, Downing spent his days wandering through taverns and brothels, but his information was extremely limited, and those who came and went in these places had only heard of the legends of the Alkmaar family, but it was apparently the self-speculation of drunkards and prostitutes.

"The Alkmaar family's gold is enough to fill all the streets of Blotte. ”

"They slept on gold, and I heard that Mr. Alkmaar had the blood of gods. ”

"Poor poor devils, that's all your speculation, Mr. Alkmaar's distant nephew tells me a lot about the family, and if you want to hear it, you'd better treat me to a glass of wine, and a glass of wine will tell you about Blott's most legendary family, and what a good deal. ”

On the fourth day, Downing was in a tavern listening carefully for information from the drunkards, hoping to get some useful news, but most of them were bored, and only this voice focused his attention.

At the entrance of the tavern came a man in ragged clothes, looking no different from a beggar in the street, with several wounds on his face, which had been drawn from a leather whip, and almost covered his thin and old cheeks.

There was a burst of laughter in the tavern, full of mockery and ridicule, and someone shouted in high spirits. "Look, the famous gambler Mr. Barak is here, and I think his wife and daughter should be screaming happily under the crotch of some man at this moment, tsk, it must taste good. ”

The man known as Barak had a pained look on his face and a pleading look in his eyes. "Please, don't do this, I just want a glass of wine, damn it's a little cold, I'm willing to trade those real experiences for you to invite me to a glass of the cheapest coarse ale. ”

By the autumn, the weather was already cooler than usual, and the streets of Blott City were a little cold in the middle of the night, and Barak couldn't bear it, he was no longer young, because the bad living conditions had made him worse, and he thought to himself that he might not survive this winter, otherwise he would never enter this tavern full of unfriendly voices again, he just wanted to be able to have a drink before he froze to death in the bitter cold.

The voices of the mockery were not diminished by the pleas of poor Barak, who was cold and hungry, and whose guests of good deeds seemed to be unsatisfied. "Gambler, go to the devil, we are not interested in hearing those stories you made up, get out of here, this is not the place for you to come. ”

Two male attendants in the tavern walked over, one left and one right, and lifted Barak to the ground, and dragged him to the door of the tavern like a dead dog, Barak cried, "I swear, what I said is true, I just want a drink, please don't do this." ”

No one cared about the old man's pleading, and their attention turned to their friends and girls, talking about the interesting things in Blott City as if nothing had happened before.

"Wait a minute, I'm willing to treat him to a drink, he's already pitiful. Someone couldn't stand it and said.

The attention of the crowd was drawn to see what kind of person would sympathize with the down-and-out beggar, a young man in a top hat and a beige suit, his face was quite handsome, handsome and jealous.

"Young man, I kindly remind you that it is more of your kindness to donate the money you gave to this beggar for a drink to a monastery that has adopted orphans. Someone next to him looked at this handsome young man and kindly reminded him.

"He just wanted a drink. The young man ignored the reminder of the well-wisher beside him, made his way through the crowd to the door, and stopped the two attendants. "From now on, he is my guest, and you can't treat him like that. ”

The two attendants looked at the young man, and one of them scolded in a low voice, "Stupid kindness. "After letting go of Barak, they looked at Downing, they needed to make sure that Downing would ask the damn beggar to drink, or they would continue with what they had just done.

He took out a golden Caesar and threw it to the attendant, and the young man raised his voice to give orders. "Give this gentleman a glass of whiskey, hurry up, and apologize by the way to this friend of mine. ”

The young man who made a big deal, the attendants knew that this kind of person might have a little capital, and they apologized verbally for the sake of a gold Caesar. "Mr. Barak, we're sorry for what happened, and we hope you'll have such a stupid fool to pay for you in the future. There was some threat in the words, and they went.

Under the whispers and attention of the crowd, the young man asked with concern. "Mr. Barak, are you alright, they will hell if you treat an old man so roughly. ”

Barak looked at the young man with cloudy eyes, sobbing gratefully. "Thank you, young guest, that you will be favored by God. ”

Sitting in a quiet corner with Barak, where no one was disturbing, the young man took off his hat and saluted. "Mr. Barak, why do they say that about you, it is a great insult to you. ”

Barak sat timidly in his chair, his head hanging down, his hair pale as a layer of silver frost, and his faint mosquito sound.

"No, they're right, I'm a sinner and I deserve to be punished. ”

A glass of fine top-quality rum came up, and there was change, and the young man set aside a few silver Caesars. "You deserve it, take it. ”

The attendant got the tip, the displeasure on his face finally disappeared, and he saluted gently. "Sir, I sincerely apologize for the previous disrespect to your friend, and I wish you a pleasant visit. ”

When the attendant left, the young man raised his glass. "Come on, I would like to give you a drink. ”

Barak's rough hand picked up his glass, clinking glasses and taking a sip, the look on his face finally feeling better, the cold being banished by the spirit in his mouth.

The young man placed his fingertips crossed on the table, looking expectant. "Mr. Barak, I'm Downing, Downing Stewart, I'm interested in your experience, if you would like to tell me about it, I'll pay you a certain amount, and before I do that I'm not trying to uncover your scars, it's just that I've always loved to hear stories, anyone's stories. ”

Barak's expression was a little glazed, his cloudy eyes looked at the young man, and the scars on his face were very striking. "You're a good man, I don't think you're trying to make fun of me, for the sake of this glass of wine, I'm willing to tell you anything. ”