Miloka thought that some warrior who couldn't stand the banditry of the guards could fight for the crying old man, but she didn't expect that it was just another old man who was powerless to resist. Pen %Fun %Cabinet www.biquge.info "The skill of fighting is to protect the weak, don't use it in the wrong place." Teacher Say's teachings echoed in Miloca's mind, and the boy finally lifted his hood, bypassed the old man who was still wiping his tears, and shouted angrily to the guards: "Scoundrels!

Perhaps annoyed by the successive obstructions, a captain-like guard was silent, and rushed straight at Miloka with a sword sweep, nearly cutting off his head.

Miloka took two steps back to avoid the blade of the sword, raised his hand and scratched at the back before remembering that he had been poisoned by General Zorg before he left - in order to ensure that the hidden troops entered the city smoothly, he deliberately collected all the weapons of his members, and carefully considered the order of entering the city - the bare-handed young man was forced to dodge left and right, racking his brains and not thinking of a way to deal with it, but the old man who had stood up earlier was like lightning, and in a few rounds he beat the other guards all over the ground.

"Deceive yourself, flick your wrists and shoulders. ”

Miloka didn't have time to think, and subconsciously followed the old man's instructions, and turned sideways to approach the guards who raised their swords and slashed straight at them. As she got close, Miloca flipped her left arm and flicked the guard's wrist, then lifted her shoulder and slammed it into the guard's chest. "Hmm!" With a muffled grunt, the guard's sword was removed and stuck in the snow. Miloka picked up her sword with her left hand, rounded her arm and smashed the hilt into the guard's face, knocking him to the ground. Managed to escape temporarily, Miloka panicked through the gates and retreated into the narrow alleys before more trouble could begin.

Like the imperial capital, or any other city of great size on the continent of Buandispa, the Lion Harbor is inhabited by countless poor people who consciously live near the side gates, using their limited land to build cramped wooden houses and carve out haphazard paths. Without sufficient building materials, the dwellings of the poor were often cramped to the point of sheltering from the elements, with no room for storage and security - in fact, the poor had nothing to store and protect, and in many cases a piece of dry bread or a burlap robe was the family's entire possessions. The harsh living conditions determine most of the living habits of the poor, such as piling up waste in public areas that they are reluctant to discard, maintaining the primitive way of bartering in a small area, excreting everywhere, and tolerating each other. Often, there is a lot of solidarity within the slums, but at the same time extreme xenophobia, especially the exclusion of the elite. Vicious attacks on the nobles who had strayed into the slums were frequent, and the labyrinthine roads provided natural shelter for the perpetrators, and over time the slums became lawless, and the poor and the rich men ruled their own areas, i.e. did not cross invisible boundaries and did not interfere with each other.

Miloka sped down unfamiliar alleys, wicker baskets and broken wooden boxes that didn't slow him down, and occasionally even served as a stepping stone over the earthen walls. But inevitably, he got lost. He felt like he had looked at the black-spotted earth dog tethered to the clothes pole more than once, and every time he passed by, the sick little creature would prick up his ears and stare at him until he had slipped under the rotten blanket in the middle of the road and disappeared around the corner ahead.

"Squeak-" The moldy wooden door next to the black-spotted earth dog opened, and a bloated middle-aged woman leaned out halfway, waved her hand at Miloca, and whispered, "Here, kid, come here! Don't be afraid of Mipo, it doesn't bite good people." ”

Although he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Miloca knew in his heart that he had lost too much time, and it wouldn't be long before his pursuers would catch up, and he didn't want to live in another prison with water ticking and ticking. So he looked back cautiously for a moment, and then took refuge in the humble slum.