Confirmed to have a magician friend, Donner's status in the abandoned building has improved significantly, and he is no longer the little hairy boy who took refuge here for killing the Greens' minions. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a few days of contact, the impression left on Donner by the Caesian Liberals was mediocre, or rather, not very good.

There are people everywhere who get together to gamble, and occasionally quarrel and fight because of it, everyone is dirty, most of the body seems to lack exercise, and the eyes often flicker and wander, giving people a sense of untrustworthiness.

And at the mobilization meetings held from time to time every day (there is no day and night in the Emerald Lower City, everyone's concept of time is very indifferent), everyone seems too excited and too optimistic.

Donner felt that Tity should not have pinned her hopes on such a group of people.

This feeling was even stronger when he learned that the vast majority of Downtown residents did not have real jobs and lived on meagre civic benefits.

So, when Kerrer told Donner that Colonel Smith wanted to meet the magician, Donner made a less "authentic" condition - he was to use the network port first.

Kerrer spent half a day reasoning with Donner.

The Internet is dangerous, some people become megalomaniacs and madmen because they are exposed to it, and others become severely addicted and have to receive electric shocks to quit.

The network resources are very valuable, and the Liberals scattered all over Caios have not managed to get a few ports in total (the specific number is not known to Kirler), and if the trouble is discovered by the Federal Network Supervision Center, the loss will be great.

The network is also difficult to use, and Kulich has not been trained, so even if he is given that port, it will not help.

In the face of Keller's enlightenment, Donner had only one answer: it was not negotiable.

Kerrer was annoyed by Donner's intransgressive attitude, and rolled up his sleeves to teach him a lesson, but was stopped by Titi before walking away in a rage.

A few hours later, Kerrer took Donner to the basement of the abandoned building, where he met Colonel Smith, a middle-aged man in a slightly decadent coat, with a broad chin and a thick beard, who spoke with yellow teeth.

Compared to the guys upstairs, Colonel Smith seemed to be at least a serious man. He also showed patience in the face of a half-grown child who did not distinguish between weight and weight (as Kerrer described it).

"Tell me the story of you and Mr. Magician, child. He motioned for Donner to sit down before smiling.

"I stole something for him and hid it for him during the Greens' interrogation. "Donner had already made up the narrative beforehand.

Colonel Smith nodded thoughtfully and said, "So...... The news station didn't tell the truth, and that's why you rebelled. But in that case, why didn't that magician friend help you get out?"

"So he owes me a favor. Donner spread his hands and made a "I don't need to talk about this" expression.

Colonel Smith frowned slightly, as if he didn't buy Donner's claim—he knew that the little cubs in the center of downtown didn't have a few words of truth in their mouths.

However, in order to destroy the important task of the magic power plant, it was worth his risk - a narrowband port that had been circulated due to the negligence of the Internet Supervision Bureau and could fail at any time was not as important as Kerrer imagined.

"Remember, child," Colonel Smith stood up, "that freedom is not without a price, and that he needs each of us to fight for. ”

When he said this, his expression was solemn and his tone was very contagious, and if he was really facing a twelve or thirteen-year-old child, it would probably have had the expected effect.

Downer is clearly not going to be affected by this. For him, it was just a deal, but he had to make sure he wasn't fooled by such a discredited partner.

Colonel Smith looked condescendingly at Donner—he was tall, probably not starved much as a child—and his solemn face turned to a smile.

"Kerrle, take this little warrior of ours to the secret communication station...... Whatever he's going to do with the internet, I'm sure he has a good reason. He commanded.

Donner smiled at him, thinking that this guy would really find himself a step.

......

The Secret Communication Station is a nondescript tavern located in the heart of the city's liveliest and most chaotic district. The dimly lit neon signs, the half-open, half-hidden dirty glass doors, and the stinky pool of stagnant water in front of the door all seemed to say that the owner didn't care if there were any customers at all.

Donner followed Kerrle open the door and entered, and there was only a thin old man in the store, chatting with a bartender who couldn't hide her wrinkles even with heavy makeup across the high bar.

The old man turned his head to look at the door, his eyes were dazed, and he had obviously drunk a lot.

Kerrle didn't see him, and said to the woman at the bar: "I took this child to see the dentist, and I have already made an appointment." ”

The woman wiped the glass with a rag (the rag looked dirtier than the cup) and pouted at the small door next to her.

Donner followed Kirler into the small door, and the drunken voice of the old man came from behind him: "You still have teeth here?" can you also look at the ...... for me" The woman didn't know how to answer him, and made the old man giggle.

Kirler had apparently been to the place, leading Donner through the door, up the staircase flanked by strange graffiti, turning a corner, and knocking on an unmarked wooden door in a long hallway - the place looked like a cheap hotel, at least it used to be.

There was a sound of unlocking from behind the door, and then the wooden door opened a crack, and someone stared out from the inside and whispered, "Kirle?"

"Hell, who else could it be?" said Kirler impatiently, "Didn't you get notice?"

"The Colonel, fearing that someone was listening to the telephone line, cut my telephone line a long time ago. The door was halfway open as he complained, and behind it spoke a diminutive man, dressed in a loose white robe, with messy hair and bloodshot blue eyes—a dwarf.

The dwarf glanced at Donner, looked up and asked, "Who is this kid?"

"The Colonel asked me to bring him to use the Internet. Kirler replied with his head bowed.

The two men were talking about something, and Donner didn't listen at all, attracted by the layout of the room.

Looking through the halfway door, he even suspected that it was a scrapyard - the room was littered with miscellaneous items, what seemed to be electrical parts, some of which he could vaguely recognise, some of which he was completely confused about.

In the middle of the room, there is a reclining chair that is common in dentists' offices.

At this point, Kerrer and the dwarf ended their small talk, patted Donner on the back, and said, "What are you doing in a daze? ”