When Durag woke up, he found himself lying in a strange room. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info The beams of this room are low but the roof is slanted, and the ventilation and lighting are only by a window, he sat up sullenly, and then grinned in pain because of the wound on his head. The pain reminded him of the vicious medic in the military hospital, and he cursed and touched his forehead, only to find that he had been bandaged, but the clumsy bandaging technique made him even more angry.

It was a challenge to unwrap the already soiled bandage with his own hands, and when the last pinch of material that had adhered to the wound was finally peeled off, Durag finally couldn't help but let out a cry of pain. He tried to cast a spell on himself, and the hot sensation finally eased a little after the spell, but it still didn't work as well as the medicine. Fortunately, he quickly found the medicine box - the thing was brought out of the hospital by someone and placed on the bedside table, not only did it contain the same contents, but also an official medical certificate issued by Chi County, wrapped in a black gold license.

This discovery somewhat relieved Durag. He spent a few minutes bandaging the wound, then opened the door and looked out. Two steps outside the door is the escalator, and you can see the bar on the ground floor down, and a guy in an apron is wiping the countertop in the faint morning light. Other than that, there was no one else in the place, but there were constant snoring coming from the adjacent room.

"What a hell of a life. Durag couldn't help but mutter. He expected that he must have been taken into the hotel by the same people who broke into the hospital, and carried him into the lowest attic, but what about the others, Sean and Greeneye?

A few minutes later, Durag went downstairs, and as soon as he waved at the guy behind the bar, the man in the apron raised his chin in displeasure.

"Sorry, that's only available here right now. As he spoke, he suddenly slapped a plate of blackened rusks on the countertop. Durag couldn't help frowning at such disgusting food, he turned his head to look at the deserted shop hall and hadn't opened his mouth, and the guy in the apron sighed arrogantly and said, "Don't you think it's good?

"Are you sick to be cured?" without saying a word, and you brought this thing that sent the beggars to me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the plate of black rusks was put away in the bar. Durag, who had been touched by a gray nose, finally retreated into the attic, and he pounded the door frame in resentment, and sat down on the edge of the bed weakly - the guy who left him here didn't say a word, Greeneye and Sean weren't here, and the guy who took care of the bar clearly didn't want to deal with anyone.

Troublesome questions made him dizzy. He couldn't figure out how long he had been asleep, what had happened in the meantime, and he didn't know whether to leave or stay. He sat stunned for a moment before the door was slammed.

"Are the people inside?" shouted someone outside the house.

Durag heard that the person disturbing his thoughts was the clerk in front of him, and he couldn't help but step out of the room in a rage, "What's the matter?" he asked in a sinister tone, and then saw a familiar face behind the clerk - Astut Richardman.

Earlier, he had been a consultant and physician to the Green-Eyed woman, but thanks to this Asteut, Ludval had tricked him into signing a separate agreement with the Hub, tying him to Green-Eye. He had privately checked the details of Astut, whose family background was mainly in Port Seth, and he was a money lender on the surface, but in fact he was involved in a wide range of things, and there was a shadow of a "dark spirit" behind him.

"Yo, the air in this place is nostalgic enough, you arranged it?" I saw Astutt half-jokingly patted the clerk on the shoulder, "I know that the group of people in the security team is a little unreasonable, they just ask you to give people free food and lodging, and they also scared away a few customers in the store, but after all, this friend has a black gold license in Mufa City, why should we talk about the friendship of the landlord and take care of it, right?"

"Why are you here?" interjected Durag. The serious expression on his face stunned the somewhat hippie-smiling Astut, and the next moment, Astu smiled and stuffed a handful of money into the clerk's hand.

"Okay, this friend of mine doesn't seem to care about the air, I have something to say to him, can you please leave us some private space?"

The clerk who had received the favor immediately stepped back with a smile on his face, and the man promised Durag a better room before going downstairs, and Astut smiled and waved at him, then turned and gestured to Dulag to enter the room.

"You haven't said why you're here, do you want to mess around?" said Durag, disagreeing. He blocked the door of the house, not taking a single step, and Astut burst out laughing.

"Why are you so serious? I'm not here to be unscrupulous. I'm a joint venture with someone, of course, mainly because I paid for the opening of a warehouse here, and I did some kind of buying and selling shabby business...... What do you think of the name 'Southerner'? I happen to be a Southerner, and I have taken care of some of the hard-working people from the South...... In other words, it seems that your elven friend is not a natural North Aifen, but should also come from the south. ”

"Do you know his whereabouts?" Durag's eyes widened.

"I know that if I don't come, you will have to go to Beiyuan to find a contact first, and then go back to Songxi to find a place to stay, I have saved you time and leg effort, why don't you invite me to sit down?" He grinned back on the stool, then looked up at the roof.

"Interestingly, this place, this air is like a cave, and I'm going to get a similar building when I go back, so that I'll satisfy the fools who pay for sin. ”

Durag watched in shock as he commented on his temporary quarters, and couldn't help but ask, "How did you know what I was thinking?" No, how did you know so much about the white sparrow?"

The words drew Astut's attention away from the rooftop. He restrained his smile and got up to reach Durag, "I'm guessing you have some answers in mind, and I would add that we pay special attention to each of our gifted friends, because we are like that. ”

Suddenly, Astut sighed softly, "I guess you also know that this world is not very friendly to heretics, in that case, why don't we help each other?