A few days later.

The most prosperous broccoli street in the royal capital.

Horse-drawn carriages came and went, and gentlemen in hats held the hands of noblewomen as they weaved through the shops lining the streets. The little newspaper boy waved the new newspaper and shouted around.

Due to the continuous political turmoil, this bustling street is now much deserted, but even so, it is still the most prosperous place in the royal capital.

Oh, by the way, now it's not called the royal capital, it's called the capital.

Inside the carriage, a middle-aged man dressed as a gentle scholar was sitting inside, lifting the curtains and looking out the window.

The flow of people outside is a little deserted, and some shops have closed early, indicating that the economy is in a recession.

"It's hard to mix up these days. The coachman in the carriage outside began to spat on the people inside: "You are from out of town, you may not know." Before, we could earn up to one gold coin a day, but now ...... Alas. ”

The coachman was well-dressed, but the furrows on his face could not hide the wind and frost he had experienced.

"Don't say that, it'll get better later. The man in the carriage smiled and comforted.

The coachman outside shook his head and said with some disappointment: "I'm afraid our good days are almost coming to an end." I've heard that some businessmen have recently introduced a horseless carriage. It's an iron box, with four wheels, and it doesn't need to be pulled by horses, and it can run on its own just by burning oil. ”

"Hehe, the times are always moving forward, and there may be more and more changes in the future. The man in the carriage said with a smile.

"yes, it's changing really fast. The coachman outside sighed.

The wheels roll forward.

The man in the carriage observed all the changes in the capital, and he noticed that there seemed to be some strangely dressed people everywhere in the streets and alleys, a bit like the secret police of the kingdom in the past.

"It seems that the revolutionaries do not have complete control over everything here. The person inside said to himself.

This man is none other than Sigurg, who has returned to the royal capital.

Since coming ashore, Sigurt has changed his appearance, using a disguised mask in the Devil Merchant's storage space, disguised as his current appearance, and blended all the way to the royal capital.

The disguise mask is worn on his face, and he can conjure up the person Sieg wants to transform at will, which saves him a lot of trouble.

He picked up a random good-looking scholar on the train, and then drove the mask to imitate it.

This disguise mask seems to be a consumable, and the residual energy in it can only last for ten days and half a month.

But it's enough for Sig to sneak into the capital without causing trouble.

The capital has now entered autumn, and there are many leaves scattered on the streets, and no one has swept them, and they have been trampled by horses' hooves.

Several tattered beggars dragged passers-by in the middle of the road, begging for money, but were pushed away in disgust by the richly dressed men.

It was said that the kingdom had become a republic, but Sieg came back this time to take a closer look, and he didn't find much substantial change.

The original commoners are still commoners, and the rich are still rich.

After some time, the carriage gradually slowed down and stopped.

"Sir, here we are. The coachman outside tightened his reins and said loudly.

"Thank you. Sieg walked out, then threw him a gold coin and said, "No need to look for it." ”

"Thank you, thank you, sir. The coachman was smiling.

"It seems that the purpose of the revolutionary party is not to make anyone a master, but it seems to be of little use. Sieg thought of what the girl Daisy had said to herself, and when she saw the scene after the revolution, she couldn't help but shake her head.

78 Broccoli Street.

This is a tailor's shop called Uncle Taylor's Cottage.

The owner was an old tailor named Taylor, who is said to be so experienced that many of the capital's nobles wore suits and dresses. Purely handmade, the price is extraordinarily expensive.

Sieg straightened his clothes, then pushed the door open.

The interior of the tailor's shop is simply decorated, and it is full of neat suits and clothes of various colors. At this time, very few people came in, only a few apprentices were lying on the counter and dozing off boredly.

"Ahem. Sieg coughed a few times.

The person on the counter woke up immediately, and hurriedly greeted him, and said with a smile: "Does Mr. want to buy clothes or custom-made clothes?"

"I would like to meet Mr. Taylor. Sig didn't talk nonsense, and directly took out a gold coin and threw it out.

......

In an underground tunnel.

The lights were dim, the corridor was a little damp due to its age, and moss grew in the corners.

An old man in his seventies and eighties, carrying a kerosene lamp and walking with a cane, led the way in front.

The old man was wearing a well-fitting suit, looking dignified and steady. And the person who followed him also revealed his true face at this moment.

"My lord, this is it. The old man led Sieg to the door of an underground chamber, then bowed respectfully and knocked on the door.

This Taylor tailor was the illegitimate son of the old butler of the Wilden family, and almost no one knew about it. So after the fall of the royal power, it became a gathering place for the Wilden family.

No matter how much the revolutionary party has its hands and eyes in the sky, it will not be able to find out here.

Sieg nodded, then pushed the door open.

It was a large chamber with walls made of red bricks on all sides, and a pillar of fire burning in each of the four corners.

On top of a large blanket was a round table, on which six people were sitting at the moment.

"You're late. It was Greck who spoke, and the man had a shocking scar on his face at the moment, and he didn't know what had happened after the separation.

"Sorry, I'm slow. Sieg said with a smile.

His gaze swept around the round table and found that among the six people, in addition to the four who had known him at the beginning, there were two more at this moment.

"This is Mr. Moka, a legendary sorcerer of the kingdom. Greck stood up and introduced Sig.

At this moment, a red-robed man sitting on the right side of Greck didn't look very old, but the white hair on his sideburns still revealed his true age.

"I've heard of it for a long time. Sieg walked over and held out his hand with a smile.

The name of this Moka Sorcerer is indeed thunderous. When Sieg went to the royal capital, he heard Jon say that there was a legendary sorcerer Moka in the kingdom, who had a very low starting point and was born poor, but with the opportunity to defy the sky, he simply changed the source to achieve the bloodline of the fire elemental monarch, and now he is a first-class sorcerer.

It's just that Sieg is destined to touch the nail, and this Moka doesn't even bother to raise his eyelids, and he doesn't even look at the new Sigurg.

This made Sieg, who took the initiative to reach out, look a little embarrassed.