"Don't worry, it'll be one night, it's fine. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Seeing that the chief of the guard still had that sad face, Uriel said optimistically.

"My subordinates are incompetent, please punish you!" said the chief of the guard, kneeling down in front of Uriel with a puff of time.

"You, alas, as you wish, I'll wait here, you go and ask, remember not to persecute others, it's okay to sleep with this group of adventurers if you can't do it. Uriel still couldn't resist his chief of the palace guard, so he had to compromise.

"Yes!" a hint of resolution flashed in the eyes of the chief of the guard, no matter what, he could not let the king sleep on the street, as long as he could be allowed to agree, even if he was asked to give up his dignity and kowtow and bow down.

The chief of the guard left with one of them to look for someone willing to take him in, leaving two of them to stay by Uriel's side.

With nothing to do, Uriel gathered next to a few adventurers to chat, learning more about Sintia.

In the middle of the night, the clouds in the sky were like a black veil, and the full moon shyly hid behind the veil and secretly looked at the earth.

In the central square of the border town, adventurers gather around the fire, the aroma of food wafts from their camp, and they sit together in high spirits to chat, chatting about what they have seen and heard along the way, and exchanging items or information with other teams.

In such an environment, although there is no shelter from the wind and rain, and there is no steaming food, Uriel still feels comfortable, the environment can indeed affect people to a certain extent, looking at the smiling faces of the adventurers around him, listening to their boasting and laughing, the depression of sleeping on the street is also swept away.

But when night fell, the border town, nay, the whole territory of Sintia quietly changed, and the undead took to the streets to replace the city guards who stood guard during the day, although they were also soldiers to maintain law and order, but the terrifying appearance became particularly eerie against the background of the night.

People say that the night is the exclusive time for criminals and suspicious characters, but unlike Sintia, when it comes to night, criminals and suspicious characters dare not wander the streets, because night is the stage where these nocturnal creatures really belong to them.

Although criminals and suspicious characters dare not run around at night, citizens and adventurers with a clear conscience walk on the streets more upright, and under the protection of this group of ruthless law enforcers, they do not have to worry about any danger at all.

Chatting with the adventurers, Uriel gradually noticed the changes in the streets, and more and more undead began to pour into the streets, and some of the undead began to set up stalls along the streets, selling their strange little things.

The adventurer who was chatting with Uriel got up and patted his trouser leg and said excitedly: "Traveler, this is your first time in Sintia, right? ”

"Night market hours? Sounds interesting, please, Francis. Uriel replied with a dull and blind eye, startling the two sluggish guards behind him.

"That.. My lord, Lord Jackel hasn't come back yet, should we wait for him?" the guard reminded Uriel that his chief guard was still looking for someone who was willing to take him in, and he hadn't returned.

"It's all right, you two are waiting for him here, and he came and told him I'll go out on the streets, and I'll be back soon. Uriel said.

"But... But. As if the guard was still trying to say something, Uriel interrupted him and said categorically: "It's okay, I believe in the security of Sintia, let's go to East Street to have a look, and you can come to me when Jackel comes back later, or wait here." ”

After saying that, Uriel followed Francis and several of Francis's companions towards the street east of the central square, and the two guards discussed for a while, and decided that one would stay and wait for Jackeld, and the other would go to protect Uriel's safety.

At night, the border town completely changed, and I had been chatting in the square and didn't notice anything, but when I walked out of the square and came out into the street, I found that it was almost completely like another city, a city of the dead.

The streets are crowded with people during the day, and the streets at night are crowded with undead spirits, but they are not as noisy as during the day, and the undead walk quietly on the streets, even when trading with the stall owners, they try to keep their voices as low as possible, so as not to make noise to ordinary people who have fallen asleep.

The street lamps on the side of the street are no longer ordinary open flames, they have turned into deep blue ghost fires, and as far as the eye can see, the street is a small ghost fire floating in the air (the soul fire in the eye sockets of the undead) Uriel has never seen such a terrifying scene, and I don't know if it is an illusion or what, Uriel always feels that the temperature on the street has dropped significantly compared to the square.

The coming and going undead were mindful of their own business, completely oblivious to Uriel, a surprised and shocked hillbilly, passing by him without stopping.

"Don't make a fuss about it, the undead won't hurt you, and they sell goods at night that you can't see during the day, and there are many ancient relics, if you have the eyes, you may be able to buy excellent goods for very little gold. Francis said to Uriel that Ville was just a pseudonym used by Uriel during his travels.

"Hehe, I'm a little nervous, Francis, how many times have you visited the night market in Sintia?" asked Uriel with a smirk, but his eyes kept scanning back and forth at the street stalls, and he realized that there were many things he had never even heard of.

The goods sold by the undead are mainly divided into three categories, the most common and common is their burial goods, but not many undead will sell their own burial goods, because this will not only expose their identity in front of them, but more importantly, the burial goods are the same thing as the face for the deceased, and selling funeral goods is equivalent to selling their own faces.

The second type is the by-product of the profession they have studied for a long time, for example, an undead who loves all kinds of swords, then it will spend a lot of time learning to forge swords, and those swords that make them proud and satisfied will be sent to the auction house for auction, in order to spread their reputation, you must know that the undead who live forever, reputation is equal to the existence of life, as for those swords that make them unsatisfied, they will be sold in the street market at night, of course, this does not mean that the street is sold garbage, there are many fine products with only a trace of flaws can not escape the fate of being sold, maybe most of this undead are related to perfectionists。

The third category is more special and the rarest, this kind of goods are uneven, some are comparable to heirloom artifacts, and some are not as good as a rusty iron sword, but what is more incredible is that no matter how much the value of the commodity is, the undead will never auction this kind of thing at auction, even in the night market is usually sold masked, the real body of this mysterious object is the memory of the undead before his death, some of the undead want to start a new life and give up the previous memory, legendary military strategist, sword master, heavenly magician, Memories of university scholars and so on may appear in night markets, but more often than not, they are memories of fishermen, farmers, ordinary soldiers, and even homeless people.

Selling memories is equivalent to suicide to a certain extent, the reason why you are you is is precisely because everything you have experienced has forged you, and if you have amnesia and can't retrieve that memory, it is equivalent to that you are dead now, only the undead who are completely disheartened and can't bear the pain will choose such a method, and the requirements for buyers when selling memories are also varied, some may ask you to complete a certain task, some may just ask you to say something, but few ask for gold coins and property.