Jerry left the Felt Boulevard without anyone noticing him, not even Charlinder knowing when the Assassin had left his tavern, just as he didn't know how he had come to be. This is not a difficult task, the dwarven gathering area is always piled with goods several people tall, and although the height of the dwarves is measured here, it still leaves the brick and steel street with too many corners to be occupied.

After all, walking in the shadows doesn't mean that you can only move through the shadows or have a passage that can avoid everyone's eyes and ears, but that people who are good at stealth just don't need to be noticed.

It's easier to go unnoticed, dwarves aren't a species with a well-developed sense of smell, and their ears are often filled with the sound of striking iron and the shouts of their companions, and the creaking of carts laden with goods rubbing against the ground is enough to drown out most footsteps and movements. That being said, sneaking around the dwarven colony was something that the Assassins didn't want to do.

Once upon a time, when the Felt Avenue was in its infancy, it was not that no one wanted to use assassination to force the dwarves to submit to a certain force or become vassals of a certain gang, but they failed very completely. If you don't have sensitive perception, make something instead.

The nezumi made their way through a pile of barrels and made their way through the gaps between the houses. From time to time, he would stop in his footsteps, dodging the filaments hanging in the air and moving walls and tiles. These are the eyes, ears, traps that the dwarves have created for themselves.

The dwarves are world-famous for their craft, and they have designed forges and workshops that can meet the needs of most industries in the world, but few people know that the traps made by the dwarves are also extremely high. You see, the dwarves' craft is to dig up minerals and treasures, so it makes sense to be proficient in crafting insurance facilities in order to protect their precious stuff.

And most of the assassins and killers who came to assassinate the dwarves back then were folded into such inconspicuous traps. Time has passed, and today's Felt Dwarves no longer need to use force to ensure their own safety, and the intertwined web of interests makes everyone at the node very safe.

However, the dwarves' sense of time and respect for their habits kept them from letting up on the protection of the streets, and although the traps in front of them were probably no longer deadly, this did not prevent them from serving as a nightmare for every Assassin. Luckily, the dwarven ruins that the Demons had chosen for Jerry when they trained him in the first place would only be more dangerous than here.

Climb the side of the house through the gap in the masonry, dodge the deliberately sticking out of the wood, leap from the corners of the house to the roof, and then slow down one or two steps from the edge.

Crossbow arrows can be hidden in tiles, and seemingly non-existent top platforms may also hide flap traps. When there are different styles of buildings in front of you and pedestrians of normal height on the streets, you can breathe a sigh of relief.

Jerry deftly jumped to the ground, pulling up his hood, sometimes more inconspicuous in the crowd than in a dark corner. And when a person deliberately looks for a corner to hide, he looks suspicious.

"Zizi" is a small fish with scales, only the length of a finger, and the thickness may be less than the thumb of an adult male, and after being roasted on the fire, it looks even more barren. Jerry stopped in front of the fire, took a copper plate from the money pouch on his belt and threw it into the small basin next to the stove, which also contained a few of these coins.

The old man who grilled the fish did not raise his head, and generally the people who paid the money in this way did not want others to see their faces, which people would understand after doing business on the street for a long time. Besides, from the size of the shadows, he already knew who the people who came to buy the fish, and there were not many people who would like this taste.

"Three copper plates. The old man took three wooden sticks from the small fish and handed them to the nezumi. His words made Jerry hesitate slightly, and he didn't take it immediately.

"It's usually Gojo. "These little fish were caught from the nearest river, to be precise, by the old man who sold them in the morning with his rod-like net. Because serious fishermen don't look down on this small fish at all, they are scavenging fish that survive by eating the garbage produced by the city, not to mention the small size and no meat, and there is a peculiar smell in the internal organs that are difficult to remove.

Naturally, such fish cannot be sold at a high price, so even after being processed by the old man, a copper plate with the smallest denomination is enough to buy several. Ever since Jerry came to the city, the prices at this stall have never changed.

"Hehe, don't rush to get angry. You take a closer look at today's fish. The old man turned his wrist to take the fish, revealing the belly of the grilled fish, and the usual shriveled fish maws bulged out uncharacteristically a small bulge today, "See, this is a female fish ready to spawn, usually hiding in deep water, it is impossible to catch it, today there happened to be a stream of water that brought them into my fish basket." It is not easy to remove the internal organs without destroying the eggs, and it is natural to sell them more expensively. In this way, I still add one more to you in the face of your old customer, and I only sell two copper plates for others. ”

This reason is not unacceptable to Jerry. In fact, with his income as an assassin, not to mention the delicacies of the mountains and game, there is no need to wronged himself to eat this strange fish that beggars don't want to buy, there is actually a secret in this. As the old man said, changing people to grill this fish will have a bad smell, but he doesn't know what means he used to remove the peculiar smell of the fish, of course, it is not that the peculiar smell of this miscellaneous fish has become a delicacy, but there is a slight hint of fishy sweetness in the shriveled taste.

As for how the old man got rid of the smell, the rat man didn't care very much, thinking that it was just a method like spices, and he never believed it if he had removed the internal organs of the fish as the old man said. The flesh of the fish is sticky, or such a small fish, the internal organs and meat bones are cut between each other, if there is a skill to remove the internal organs of this fish, I am afraid that it can be carved on the peach pit.

"Okay. "The reason why I care about these little fish is not because of the meticulousness of the rat people. This is also a part of his practice, his mentor strictly requires him to control his desires, and his appetite and clothing are limited, especially eating and drinking, and he can't touch alcohol, although he has been trained to resist alcohol, and the meat can only be a little, but also to prevent the blood-eating impulse in the rat instinct from exploding.

He had already eaten some food with Cheese and the others just now, and in terms of his appetite, it was enough to maintain the functioning of his body, and eating these small fish was just a rare and small enjoyment in his boring life.

But just as Jerry was about to take the grilled fish, his other hand took it faster, and then there was the sound of teeth chewing on fish bones and the sound of fish eggs breaking, "It's delicious, it's good." I never thought anyone would be able to grill these fish so delicious! I've got all these fish for you, take them, and don't have to look for them. ”

"Jingle Bell!" a silver coin that was a circle larger than a copper plate and twice as thick was thrown into the basin. A light but somewhat hoarse female voice came from the nezumi's side. Jerry's hair almost stood on end, and it was the second time he had been approached so unnoticed.

"Hey, ma'am, my fish aren't worth so much, old man!" said the old man who sold the fish, but he busily stuffed all the grilled fish into Catwoman's hand, and then poured the coins from the small basin into his bosom without even bothering the stove, as if he was not going to continue his business.

Jerry froze where he was, he didn't stay now, he didn't go. At this moment, the aroma of grilled fish was particularly clear in front of his nose, "It's delicious, you smell it." ”

So the nezumi leaned his nose forward a little, but the scent immediately went away, "Alas, I only let you smell it, what do you go forward." These fish are mine, not yours. ”

"I paid too. "The Assassin, who can come and go freely in the dwarven trap, has the courage to make a final stand for his hobby.

"So, the one with the highest price has to know if you know, and it's a big deal to let the boss refund you. Don't you say?" said Catwoman as she opened her bow from side to side, eating the fish.

"Yes, yes, Miss, you're right, don't worry about it, don't worry about it, it's just a few fish, next time I'll count you two more." You eat slowly, I'll go buy wine while the liquor store is closed. The old man put away his stall in a short speech, and then rushed out of the alley as if he was afraid of regret.

"I can't tell that this old man is still a drunkard. ”

"I don't see you wanting to eat this fish. ”

"Isn't it natural for a cat to eat a fish? It's the same as eating a mouse. ”