Not this, not this, not this......

Norman stood on the side of the street, his eyes fixed on the crowd of people, constantly judging and sifting through his head.

It's afternoon, the church has just struck 6 bells, and it will soon be evening, and the location is Pound Street in the 3rd arrondissement.

The districts of Cárdenas are supposed to be divided according to affluence, and the smaller the number, the higher the status of the people, as is evident from the buildings and streets: the streets of the third arrondissement are much wider than those of the ninth, and the entire street is made of smooth bluestone slabs, and the carriages do not see the shaking and undulation of the carriages. And unlike the lower neighborhoods of the 9th arrondissement, there is not a trace of feces on the streets of the 3rd arrondissement, and there is not even a trace of gravel and dirt.

The people walking in the 3rd arrondissement are also noticeably different.

Here, it is rare to see people wearing patched clothes, and even fewer ripped clothes. The only ones who wore patched clothes were only a few or three of them...... Of course, this does not include our Normans.

Norman, who had been wearing a patched cave suit, was now missing the hole suit and had been replaced by a gray robe.

The gray robe is very clean, it looks like it was newly bought, not to mention the patches on it, and there is not even a trace of dust. It's just that the robe is obviously smaller, and although the body part is still loose, the cuffs are almost in Norman's hands, and it looks like an adult has stolen a child's clothes, which looks very funny.

This robe was specially bought by Norman today, although it was a little smaller, and the sleeves obviously did not fit, but it was cheaper, only 23 copper as. At the same time, Norman also went to the Wadden River in the city today to take a bath, and washed his whole body well, now not to mention feces and urine, even dirt is difficult for you to find on him!

Aside from the fact that his clothes were small, Norman now looked a lot like a decent city man.

Of course, he did all this for a purpose—if he was still like before, the security guards of the Third District would have thrown him out long ago, and it was impossible for him to stand on Pound Street for so long.

And he's already experienced that.

"Not this, not this ......"

Norman was still silently counting, his eyes fixed on a red house in front of him.

Counting and counting, Norman unconsciously touched the robe on his body, and his heart twitched, it hurt: just take a bath, although he doesn't understand why these people in the city like to wash their bodies so much, but wash it, anyway, they don't need money, but why do they even have to regulate clothes? Although his previous body has more patches and holes, isn't it clothes?

Inexplicable city dwellers!

After cursing the citymen fiercely in his heart, Norman pulled his mind back and continued to stare at the red house in front of him.

After a few more moments, the door of the red house finally opened, and several teenagers with bags came out.

Yes!

Norman's eyes lit up when he saw them. When he saw them walking in the opposite direction from his side, he stopped standing still and quietly followed.

The third district has a lot less people than the lower districts where Norman had been wandering for a long time, so the teenagers in front of him who are jumping all the way are very eye-catching, and they are not easy to lose. And Norman, after following a turn, suddenly quickened his pace, trotted a few steps and rushed in front of several people, stopping them.

Seeing that someone was in the way, it was obvious that the comer was not good, and the teenagers also stopped and looked at Norman.

They looked at Norman, and Norman was looking at them.

The four of them were all boys, the eldest was seventeen or eighteen years old, and the youngest was still a child, only up to his chest, and should only be twelve or thirteen years old......

Norman summarized all the information about the people in front of him at a glance and calculated it mentally.

"What for?"

The oldest and tallest boy of the four asked Norman with a frown.

It should be fine......

Norman's mind was moving quickly, and he had already calculated about it, so he tilted his head to the right in the face of the boy's questioning.

"Let's go in and talk. ”

Next to it is a secluded alley, a bit of a winding, from the side of the road can only see the mouth of the alley, and then you can't see anything inside.

Norman had already stepped on the road in advance, felt the road around here, and knew that there was such an alley here, so he suddenly rushed up to stop them at this time.

After the four people on the other side heard Norman's words clearly, they first looked at each other, and then the tall young man asked Norman, "Charlie asked you to come?"

Charlie: Which guy is this?

Although he didn't know who Charlie was, Norman reacted quickly, nodded immediately, and admitted, "Yes." ”

Then he saw that the four guys in front of him looked at each other again, and then looked at Norman together, and looked left and right, and after making sure that Norman was the only one, they all looked at Norman and laughed.

It's like a pack of weasels looking at the chicks that have fallen into the wolf's den.

"Let's go!"

The tallest boy who looked seventeen or eighteen years old was obviously the leader of the four, and after he raised his head and said proudly, the four of them walked down the alley.

Norman followed them.

He was still thinking about how to let these guys go deeper into it, but he didn't expect that without him opening his mouth, the guys in front of him kept going inside, and they seemed to be more anxious than him, which made him happy.

And he was talking as he walked.

"Charlie is not only bad at fighting, but also has a bad brain......"

"Listening to what he said before, I thought he was going to find a few ruthless guys from District 7, but I didn't expect to find such a funny guy...... Wait a minute, we don't have to do anything, this guy will trip over his clothes?......"

"The most outrageous thing is that he actually found someone? Oh, the Holy Spirit is above, is his brain broken?......"

The four teenagers said something Norman couldn't understand, but it didn't matter, he wasn't interested in understanding what they were talking about.

Finally, the four fellows felt that they were almost enough, deep enough, to the extent that the shouting was so loud that the vigilantes in the street could not hear it, and then they stopped, and the four of them turned around and looked at Norman playfully.

Just when the young man at the head was about to give a pre-war condolence for Norman in advance, Norman was the first to speak out.

"All stand still!"

Norman had a pot with a missing slit in his hand—he had quietly untied it from the package on his back when he had followed them.

"Robbery!"

Norman looked at the guys and shouted.

And this is also the only way he can think of to learn ancient languages when he has no money to learn ancient languages - staring at those who can learn ancient languages and robbing ancient language knowledge.