"Mr. Adventurer, you must take care of this horse beast, if this big guy loses his temper, he may overturn this little boat. ”

A middle-aged boatman with red hair and beard and a wrinkled face instructed his two companions to paddle vigorously while carefully admonishing the half-elves.

After paying some silver coins, Loki hired a normal paddle ferry on the north bank of the Cooper River, not as good as some caravan ferries, but enough to accommodate boatmen and half-elves, as well as a horse beast and weapons to carry with him.

"Last month, there was a caravan, because of the riot of several horses and beasts, a small Pique sailing ship, sank in the long river of Cooper, which happened to be a place where the current was fast, not only could not find the goods, but also killed several adventurers who were guarding it. ”

Behind the cold Jason mask, the half-elf just answered casually and didn't say anything.

In a short time, under the command of an experienced boatman, the ferry crossed the 100-meter-wide Cooper River and arrived at the ferry port on the south bank.

"Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Adventurer, and hope to see you again......"

Tipping a little, the half-elf holding the spade in the boatman's thanks, in a white mist with poor visibility, left only a strong back carrying a lot of weapons and loads.

The Fog Tower Camp, a stone minaret, stands tall and resembles a bright light at the top, like a lighthouse that reminds travelers of the wilderness roads and rivers.

Loki had passed through it many years ago when he was on the run, and the Fog Tower Camp not only provided ferries and directions, but was also a supply point for caravans and adventurers.

There will certainly be no shortage of taverns, inns and shops, and the sound of drunken adventurers and women can be heard from afar.

Loki is not short of supplies, and he is not interested in the women here.

He patted Spade on the head, turned on his horse, and continued his journey south along the road to Fogcastle City.

The massive memory storage makes him unforgettable, and the images that he has collected are converted into a three-dimensional coordinate map.

The area was all terrain he was familiar with, low hills and valleys, where he used freed slaves to escape the pursuit and kill a Bloody Hand Glory Gang leader.

Bloody Hand Glory Society, although the human trafficker Grout is dead, the half-elf who was once a beggar has not diminished his hatred for this group of gang members.

And Grote's uncle, old Harvey, the old fox is just a butler, but he has the connections of a nobleman, and he is not an easy guy to deal with.

The dark night sky, the red and blue moons hang high, and the eternal starlight flickers slightly, but it is still difficult to illuminate a wild road.

With the assistance of low-light night vision, the half-elf is not restricted by darkness, controlling the horse beast under him, skillfully avoiding potholes and obstacles on the road.

Wearing the stars and the moon, only the most basic deep sleep time is guaranteed, and most of the rest is feeding the horses and hurrying.

It took Loki less than two more days to approach Fog Castle City.

Outside the city is a familiar ruin, where the same number of years ago, there are still down-and-out low-level dwellers living here.

Entering the Fog Castle City, there were city guards stationed at the gate to check, and the half-elf took off Sen Leng's metal mask, revealing a dark golden slightly curly hair, slightly covering the slightly pointed ears with obvious features.

With an expressionless cold face, stiff facial lines, and tightly closed lips with well-developed masseter muscles on both sides, it can be seen that this is a tough and stubborn guy.

"Fog Castle City has been under martial law lately, adventurers, you have to be honest. ”

"Uh......" The city guard couldn't help but speak, and a pair of gray eyes looked at him calmly, making him feel cold and piercing.

In the city of Fog Castle, except for some aristocratic mansions where the city guards patrol more strictly, the half-elves are very familiar with every corner of the other streets.

After all, since he was born, Loki has spent more than ten years here as a street beggar.

There was some thick fog shrouded in it, and the sun could not be seen hanging high, but it was almost noon, and the 'Senjin Brotherhood' merchant group should be in the direction of the north of the city at present.

It was the territory of the Blood Vials, and there was a large trade bazaar.

Slaves, weapons, furs, bones, cloth...... Commodities in general, as well as caravans from outside, would choose to trade there.

Leading the horse beast spades, walking north along the familiar streets, the environment here is completely different from Senjin Town, the streets of Fog Castle City are still damp and dirty, and the residents at the bottom are depressed and numb, and there is no change from six years ago.

"Alright, Mr. Adventurer. ”

"Sir, reward me with a few coppers, I haven't eaten for a day. ”

The tattered, thin, and short beggars are often seen on the roadside, begging for every passer-by, but most of the harvest is indifferent, and the pedestrians do not even look at the poor beggar.

"Go away, little, don't get in my way......"

An eight- or nine-year-old girl begging was pushed to the ground by pedestrians, but she didn't know how to cry in pain, she just covered her shriveled stomach, numbly trying to struggle to get up, wanting to fight for the sympathy of others.

A stack of coppers appeared in front of her, Carol rubbed her eyes, "There are ten coppers, are you dazzled......

Carol looked up again, only to find that the shadow covering her head was a tall, strong, and even somewhat feared adventurer.

Carol's voice trembled, and she said with some fear: "First, sir, these, these coppers ......"

"Just tell me something, and all these coppers are yours. ”

The half-elf's voice was calm, even a little indifferent, but the little girl felt like a heavenly sound, looked around carefully, took the coin and hid it tightly in her arms.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Carol, sir......"

"Which gang are you from, are you a beggar from the Honor of the Bloody Hand?"

"No, sir, I'm from the Blood Vials. ”

The little girl in tattered clothes kept nodding her head and told him, because she was grateful from the bottom of her heart, she told Mr. Half-Elf some things she knew, even rumors among beggars on the street.

From the mouth of this little girl named Carol, Loki got a lot of information, and quickly deduced it.

Because of the escape of the half-elf beggar a few years ago, the glory of the Bloody Hand will be lost a lot, and Grote is dead, and a high-level leader named Ken, and a first-order professional thief who is good at tracking.

Therefore, the Bloody Hand Glory Society not only offended the old Harvey who died of his nephew, but also offended the thieves' union in the city, so its power was not as strong as before, and it was seized a lot of territory by the Blood Vial Gang.

The row of dilapidated houses that housed beggars was also occupied by the Blood Bottle Gang, and most of the beggars who survived in the broken houses were also taken in by the Blood Bottle Gang.

It's just the miserable life of a beggar, but it hasn't changed at all.

The leader of the Blood Bottle Gang, who manages a group of beggars, although he is not as cruel and violent as Grote who died at the hands of the half-elves, is not a good stubble, and he is still harsh and unusually harsh to beggars, and he is either beaten or scolded.

As for the Bloody Hand Glory Society, although it has lost a lot of territory, it still has some trafficking and human trafficking businesses, and there are also some beggars who are controlled, and the little girl even said with some fear that the beggar environment on the edge of the city is worse than a broken house.

Loki asked some more about the siege of the city guards, and Carol told the half-elves everything she knew.

The Demon, or rather, the cultist......

It turns out that in the recent period of fog castle city, the death of the residents will be found, and the internal organs of the corpses have been basically hollowed out, and some people have rumored that it is infested with evil spirits.

Some churches in the city concluded that some remnants of the Serpent Resurrection Cult were responsible, so even the nobles and dignitaries in the town hall were alarmed.

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