The Barak family is a very subtle family among the twelve blood clans, and they are basically a hermit faction, which has a completely different philosophy from the current blood faction, including the black blood. Especially Barak himself, an alien bloodline that is exceptionally well-known both inside and outside the Bloodline. The reason is that although the true ancestor of the Barak blood clan is human, he seems to prefer non-human races, and it is said that in the genealogy of the Barak bloodline, there are only a few people who have converted the former race into humans. For this reason, the Barak Bloodline is also nicknamed a zoo, and they are scarce in number, hidden in their whereabouts, and rarely haunted human cities.

However, it would be a mistake to classify the Barak clan as a weak race, and due to the eccentricity of their faction's true ancestors, the Barak clan is few and varied. Elves and dwarves are not unusual, lizardmen and dwarves are not uncommon, and even rarer races have been converted into bloods, and some claim that the True Ancestor also tried to transform dragons into vampires, but no one knows whether they succeeded or not. The fact is that the diversity of members brings with them a variety of cultures and technologies, and when different races and logics are forcibly grouped into the same bloodline, many things can take unexpected turns. In the case of the Elven Bloodline in front of you, normal Elves may have someone who is good at trade, but the race determines that they will not actively explore new rules.

When Cheese was in the Gray Tower, he heard Ann Lina mention the Barak Bloodline more than once, and the latter commented that it was the most interesting and potential branch, and she even said vaguely that if the Bloodline wanted to eliminate the difference between the twelve lineages and put it under the command of one True Ancestor, then the True Ancestor of Barak would be the best candidate. The reason is simple, Barak's philosophy is inclusive and complex enough.

Knowing Jung's surname and promise, Cheese had no reason to stay in the river again, and of course he could have used the short blade of the puppet to be appraised by the former, but Jung was not a blacksmith, and second, the relationship between them was purely commercial. The mage was pretty sure that if he didn't provide a reward that would satisfy the Bloodline, he wouldn't get the slightest benefit from it. As for joining Youhe's network as an individual to earn benefits as a mercenary, that is not the style of the gray robe, and besides, just one month will not allow him to earn a lot of benefits through this kind of activity, unless he does something he does not want to do.

The underground part of the rushing stream is still uncomfortable, and if the rising and setting sun and moon can make things on the ground take on different appearances at different times, then in this man-made space, it seems that the only way to make a difference is to decay. Outside the front door of the river, there are still few people, and it's not every day that someone needs to deal with such a big problem, and the way the river operates is destined not to be too lively. Other businesses were thriving, on the other hand, with two big men pushing a wooden cart past Cheese with bloody corpses that had fallen victim to the underground Colosseum.

In such a huge city, a large number of desperate people are born every day, and a considerable number of them will be collected to become fighters in the Colosseum, large and small. If they are lucky, they have the opportunity to be sent to hidden places on earth for the rich to see and amuse. The unlucky ones will only be consumed here as an afterglow for gambling or erotic dealing. It is not difficult to explain why the merchants who sell their hands in the dark streets have so much material, and the dead corpses are very cheap, because they have no other use than to be poured into the river below to feed the fish. Or, feed something else.

The man in the dirty, indistinguishable rag stopped the cart and pulled out a few dirty coins for the cart man. The two men looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and took the coins, briefly explained where to send the cart and left. The man who bought the corpses was a ghoul, and Cheese didn't need much attention to see through the clumsy disguise, which was probably not a disguise at all. And he was pretty sure the two men knew the identity of the buyer as well. They don't care, there's still money to be made from waste, so why not? This kind of area is a paradise for corpse-eating creatures.

The ghoul, who had been given a lot of food, rubbed his hands excitedly, looking very satisfied with the cart of fresh meat. With Cheese's knowledge of ghouls, the flesh was enough for him to eat for a long time. But there's nothing to worry about, ghouls eating corpses are also part of a natural cycle, and it's a mutually agreeable deal. The question is, are there any flies coming in on the smell.

The thin, short figure crept closer, and he seemed to believe that the ghoul who had just bought the food still had money on him. Stupid judgments, even more stupid decisions. The mage frowned slightly, and the rusty dagger at his waist seemed to stab him. Before the little figure could make a substantial move, Cheese had already walked over and stood quietly between the ghoul and the thief. And the two men, one immersed in the temptation of food, the other preoccupied with the target, did not notice that the gray-robed man's footsteps deliberately slowed down after reaching a certain position.

The thief is neither dexterous nor cautious, and has a terrible grasp of timing. It can be seen that he will not be in this business for too long, and he is destined not to be too long. If such a skill goes to the ground to steal people's money, at most he will be beaten, and if he is lucky, he may not die, and he can slowly learn lessons from failure and improve his skills until he becomes a habitual thief. But here, he didn't have that kind of opportunity, and ghouls definitely didn't mind adding an extra corpse to the cart, even if there wasn't much meat on it, and they had always been a respectable species when it came to not being picky eaters.

hand, reaching for his waist under the tattered robes. The ecstatic ghoul was still rubbing his long, sharp-nailed palms, and his eyes under the hood were looking to his side, consciously or unconsciously, he had discovered that this desperate thief should indeed slaughter one with his own hands to celebrate, after obtaining so much flesh and blood. There was still a big difference between a corpse and a freshly dead piece of fresh meat, and the feeling of hot blood flowing through his throat would bring an incomparable pleasure to eat, and he had been suppressed for too long in this city, and it was time to indulge a little. Anyway, it's just a little thing that no one cares about.

The hand, clasping the thin wrist from the air, was really thin, reminding people of the girl who was like a wild fruit again.

"Well, I've got you. You just wanted to steal my purse, didn't you? Looks like I'm going to have to tell you what you can and can't!" Cheese snapped, his voice filled with unspeakable anger. The thief he caught stiffened at once, and the emaciated body mage simply lifted it casually as if he were going to pull him off the ground.

"Come here, you little thief, you're finished. ”