Cassius avoided the crowded streets and came to a lonely alley, where something must happen every night, and there was a slight smell of stinky water. www.biquge.infoFlies and cockroaches move back and forth in a littered area.

The houses here are very irregular, mostly brick houses, and occasionally a few wooden houses. There were several similar shops with the doors wide open, and Cassius walked into a small shop selling clothes, and looked at the prices on it, which were all a few copper plates.

The boss was startled when he saw Cassius, thought he was going to rob, and immediately raised his hands!

"Uncle, I don't have much money for you to rob, look at the shop next door, the things in the store are valuable, and there is only a wife in the store!"

Cassius took out a silver coin and threw it on the table and said, "My face is wounded, I need to wrap my head." Give me a set of clothes to wear. ”

The man immediately flipped through the clothes around him, and took a few glances at Cassius's height. At the same time, seeing the blood stains on his body, his heart suddenly shrugged again. Cassius was looking at the other things in the shop, there were glasses and hats hanging on the walls, and he took them off and took the clothes that the boss had turned out and went into the locker room.

He removed the fabric from his head, brushed away the hair that stood in front of him, and looked in the mirror.

"The figure and appearance are actually good, well, although the face looks like a deep burn now!The silhouette is still quite handsome!" Cassius looked at the mirror carefully, and suddenly a clever! grabbed the crotch of his pants, opened his pants casually, looked at them, exhaled, and muttered in his heart: "I thought I was a eunuch, I haven't reacted all the time, and it looks quite big." ”

He shouted outside for a basin of water and a towel, wiped it indiscriminately to make himself look not so dirty, and when he wiped the blood stains on his body, he remembered Lillian again, and felt a pity in his heart.

I changed my clothes, brought a denim hat, and a pair of glasses that were big enough! I tossed my shoulder-length hair to cover the sides of my face. Cover as much of the broken face as possible. After coming out, he smiled at the shopkeeper, the meat on his face was not yet opened, and the smile scared the shopkeeper's brother a lot.

"Boss, where can I find work in this city?" Cassius asked the shopkeeper as he leaned against the table.

"Uncle, you mean that kind of work?" the shopkeeper forced a smile.

"What does that mean?" Cassius wondered.

"In this city, there is general labor, such as being able to do chores, move bricks, and so on. And then there's the 'race' of all kinds of races! Of course, it's dangerous, and there are a lot of supernatural people. The boss began to lose the initial nervousness, and began to talk endlessly. Cassius moved over a stool and sat and listened to him.

Regardless of the era, the owner of a small shop loves to tell stories to strangers.

The shopkeeper lit a cigarette and handed it to Cassius, who waved his hand to signal that he would not smoke, and the boss continued, "Did you watch the competition?"

Cassius shook his head, and the boss came to raise his interest in tone: "How can you not watch such a hot show? This era is known to everyone! The competition has been especially hot in the past few years, and more people with spell abilities have appeared! I can't believe it, in the past, they were all strengthened soldiers and mutated orcs, but now magic has appeared." ”

The shopkeeper puffed out a puff of cigarette and continued, "Not long since magic appeared, they have been used in life, magic machines, magic airships, and so on. ”

"Isn't that great? There is a show to watch, and life is comfortable. Cassius said.

"Not necessarily, but the old people say that although there is no war now, people have become very strange. But I don't think it's anything, I'm born in this era, and I watch big events!" the shopkeeper pouted.

Cassius didn't quite understand that it was not a good thing to have no war? Why did it become strange? The world seemed to be more peaceful than he thought, there was no war, only competition, sacrificing a few to avoid the sacrifice of the many, this was simply a dream world.

Thinking about what he was going to do, it seemed that he could do some dangerous work, and he wouldn't be shot anyway, and most of the competitions he said were fighting with people.

"Boss, where can I find 'athletic' work?" asked Cassius.

"You, are you going to compete?" the boss stared blankly at Cassius. After so many conversations, the boss felt that although the guy opposite was particularly terrifying, he didn't seem to be a villain.

"There is a condition for this, people with clean status can go directly to the place set up by the church to register, and those who have some identity problems can only come to you from a powerful family or country. The boss shook his head, as if to say, "Looking at you, it is estimated that it is difficult for anyone to accept you." ”

Then he added: "But some of the black spots may have related professions, and you can try them, such as a bar called Whale." ”

Cassius was interested: "Where?"

"Just two streets behind the shop, according to the people on the road, there are not only people there who are illegally employed, but there are also people who go there to make self-nominations or try their luck. The shopkeeper touched his leg and looked at the ceiling, and in a blink of an eye Cassius was gone.

Cassius was wearing a shiny new outfit, dressed as a "Kill Matt", and found the Whale Bar in the place where the owner said, and the money on his body was only enough to live for a few days, and he was finished without a source of livelihood.

Just thinking about it, I saw a vertical sign on the corner of the street, if you don't look carefully, it's really hard to find such a bar, it looks like a "black spot", this kind of point is either selling intelligence, or doing something dishonorable, in short, it is a store for pedestrians.

Cassius pushed open the door and entered, and although the façade was small, it was very spacious, and there were quite a lot of people, some empty tables, and in the corner sat an old man who was not in tune with the occasion and was reading a newspaper. There were a few tables of people playing cards, and some were drinking, and they were noisy.

The bar was long, and Cassius did it, and a tall man stood up from under the bar, who seemed to be looking for something underneath.

He smiled at Cassius, who was embarrassed because the guy across from him was so scary to laugh, in his forties, with a fleshy face and such a big scar on his face. A smile on his face counts as a threat. He is the owner of the Whale Bar, Ge Weng.

"Hello young man, what do you want?" asked him, wiping his glass.

"Whatever you want, a glass of milk!" Cassius felt a little hungry and asked for a glass of milk.

Goon glanced at Cassius again, turned to pour him milk, and asked by the way, "You just came here, young man?" ”

"Well, yes, I want to come here to find something to do, I heard that there may be a selection here to participate in the competition. Cassius replied casually.

After hearing the word "competition", the drinker at the table behind him put down the wine in his hand One of the big men walked up to Cassius, leaned on his side, rolled up his sleeves, and showed two strong and thick arms, with dense and concave patterns on them, which seemed to be tattoos, but he could feel some kind of power, and he said to Cassius with contempt: "Boy Scouts! You are also going to participate in the competition?" At this time, Ge Wong handed over the milk that Cassius wanted.

The big man saw the milk and said, "Hey, what is this?"

"This gentleman wants milk." ”

"Ahaha! you're with milk!" the big man laughed wildly, followed by the people at the table behind him, and the card players laughed as if they were laughing at the joke.

"Milk drinkers dare to go to the competition? haha, do you think the competition is to watch hot girls dance the cancan?" everyone at the bar laughed.

"Boss, have a glass of wine, I'm going to invite the Boy Scouts for a drink!" the big man held the corners of his mouth, very proud.

Ge Wong pushed a glass of wine to the big man, who patted Cassius on the neck and said, "Come on, come on, touch one!" As he spoke, he touched Cassius's milk glass with his own glass, and slowly poured it down from Cassius's hat, laughing as he poured it, and the wine flowed down the brim of Cassius's hat, and the people at the bar followed suit.

"Lao Tzu is a serious competitor! Don't be delusional like this! Drink your milk! Haha. "Satisfied, I left.

Cassius slowly took his milk and drank it, not reacting to what had just happened, as if it had never happened, and said, "Young man, you were humiliated when you first came. ”

"Oh, is there one? Why didn't I feel it?" said ......," he said, licking the wine that had slid from the brim of his hat to his face.

"This wine is good, it will be uncomfortable to drink it on an empty stomach without eating, right?" So he ordered another serving, and Ge Weng added another glass of milk to him.

Cassius put his wet hat aside, and only then could he see the face that had been covered, and he frowned and said, "You are very familiar, you have seen it there? ”

"Maybe the person you've met isn't what I am now. Cassius gulped down the fried rice with minced meat and drank milk. Behind him, a steady footstep gradually approached Cassius.

An old man sat next to Cassius

"Gothon, have a glass of milk!" the old man looked at Cassius next to him, who glanced at him, the same old man who had been sitting around the corner when he first came in, dressed in a way that didn't match the bar.

Ge Weng handed over the milk and said, "Today's milk is really in demand. ”

The old man looked at Cassius with his milk and said, "You're the guy on TV the day before yesterday, right?" Cassius didn't react, pulling the rice at the bottom of the plate.

"May I give you a job, can I?" the old man smiled mysteriously, and that smile seemed to have seen through everything about Cassius, making Cassius particularly uncomfortable, and he wanted to avoid his gaze.

Then he took an envelope out of his pocket, handed it to Cassius, and said, "Give me an answer in a week." Then he laughed again and got up to leave the bar.