Tinghai Town's No. 8 Street Stu Seafood Restaurant

There were more than a dozen people in the room, but only two of them had the right to sit down, and the others stood beside them with expressionless faces. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 InfoAs one of the hottest restaurants on the street, there's certainly no shortage of chairs, but they're clearly not for those standing.

"Look, Marcy, do you know him?" asked one of the two seated thin young men, to the cautious guy in front of him.

The Marcy screamed in fright at what he saw, and he covered his face with his hands as if he was afraid that his gaze would not pay attention to what he would see again, and the fear pushed him to the ground comically, yes, now he was entitled to sit down.

What scared him was nothing more than the image on the piece of paper in the hands of the thin young man. The thin young man withdrew his hand and looked at the face on the drawing himself. The sharp edges, sword eyebrows, short hair and a little stubble make him look even more heroic, which can be regarded as a handsome face.

It's a pity that handsome is worthless here.

"Looks like this guy. Unlike his thin appearance, the young man's voice was indeed sonorous and powerful. At least he could speak lightly in front of this room of vicious creatures.

And the tall young man who had been standing beside him finally waited for the time to speak, "Surprised? I told you a long time ago." Now you know you're wasting your time, right? At noon that day, after Marcy had finished his ticket, almost the entire population on Seven Street saw this guy running wild with his companion on his back, and I could find enough witnesses to line up ten meters if you wanted. ”

"Like the ** you got me last time?"

"**'s mouth can tell the truth sometimes!" the tall man retorted with a red face.

"When you satisfy them with money bags and?"

The tall man turned his head to avoid the other party's hideous gaze, "Let's just talk about this matter, the key is that after this guy just staged a touching and tearful scene with his classmates in the morning, Marcy had an accident at night, and it just so happened that the attack on him was also a wind magician." And the mage finally gave up magic and stabbed him with a dagger, just as he had done in the morning. ”

"Now that you know the answer to the mystery, why not spend your time deferring on killing this damn black-haired magician?" The thin young man said coldly.

Stu, the owner of the restaurant, was the second person in the room to speak, "You'd better do what Hearn says, I don't want to see someone so presumptuous in my money bowl for the second time, and only a magic apprentice." He said.

"If it's an elite magic apprentice, then he already has enough capital to be presumptuous on your head!" said the tall man Franks, who crossed his arms and looked at the other party, "This guy is probably not going to be able to handle it, I think it is necessary to renegotiate my compensation." ”

Before Stu, who was in charge of paying the payment, could speak, the thin Hearn had already asked in a cold voice, "Are you sure?

Franks snorted as if deflated, snorting a hot breath: "Understood, my boss. ”

"Well, then, you're good to go," Stu said unceremoniously.

"Well, you have the final say, wallet. Franks clapped his hands and walked to the door. At this time, he heard Hearn's voice: "Franks, think carefully about how you should speak, or I swear you will die worse than those sharp-toothed **." ”

After a pause, and after a moment of silence, he replied, "Roger." Then the door was slammed shut.

Once the important things are settled, there is only one thing left in the house that needs to be solved.

"Hearn, what are you going to do with this guy?" asked Stu, looking at Marcy, who was hanging his head on the ground.

"I don't need a soft egg who has lost my courage, and I don't think you will need either. With that, Hearn shook his finger slightly. The men standing beside him understood, and they gathered in the middle.

Just then, the door suddenly opened. A deep voice rang out in the doorway: "Have you forgotten what I said?"

Bang, that is a casual and lowly surname only used by orphans who are abandoned in dark corners like stray dogs, or bastards who are treated as mongrels. Often, though, people with this surname will have both. At the same time, it is also Hearn's surname.

Most of the time the surname is used out of respect, but never when the surname is used.

There are very few people who would have the courage to call Hearn that way on Eighth Street or at the Combat School, and that definitely doesn't include the big man standing in the doorway, of course.

"Padik. Hearn called out the other party's name with a hint of anger, "After disappearing for so long, I thought you and your people were all dead." ”

"Obviously, we don't want you to be as incompetent. The little man with a thick knitted hat standing next to Paddick replied with a smile.

The strong young man named Paddick walked straight to Hearn, who was sitting in his chair. After hesitating, Hearn's subordinates finally chose to stand still and wait and see.

"I'm asking you, Hearn, have you forgotten the only principle I told you?" Padick pressed his face against him, the fierce light that appeared between his long eye-covering hair pressed at the other.

Hearn couldn't help but shrink back, "No, not yet. ”

"Repeat it. ”

"Don't hurt innocent people, but ......" Hearn's snort unconsciously became heavier.

"He's just an innocent pawn at your mercy. Padick stepped back, "What do you think of it now?"

Feeling the pressure fade, Hearn wiped a drop of sweat from his face with his fingers, and the unwilling emotion also climbed back into his heart at this time. He also stood up: "I think it's better to handle this matter in my own way, after all, this is on my turf." ”

Padick was stunned for a moment, "Are you sure? on the territory I gave you?" He didn't look back, but just stretched out his hand to Marcy, who was sitting on the ground.

Silence remained until after Paddick and the others took Marcy away. As if thawed, Hearn kicked the chair at his feet to pieces. He knew that Padik had come this time not just to save a good-for-nothing man......

Silent Wasteland

It took an unknown amount of time to soak in the darkness before Saza overcame the terrible tiredness and opened his eyes.

It was as if a fog had covered him, making it impossible for him to see anything clearly.

But there was one thing he could feel, and that was that his body was walking. Yes, the moment he awoke, he found that he was not lying on some piece of wasteland or in a dead tree, but in a strange scene. His body was actually moving.

It wasn't until he regained consciousness a little that his footsteps stopped. The sourness from his feet told him that those feet had already walked a long way before.

Suddenly, there was some fire in front of him, and he couldn't help but shake his head so that he could see what it was. But in fact, under his control, the head only turned slowly, and he could still only see a blur.

He wanted to sit down, but an impulse arose in his body that made him move forward.

When he got closer, he finally saw some images, and they were...... A village?

'Oh no, where is this?' he asked himself, but for a moment he couldn't remember what had happened. So, he just kept walking forward, and for some reason there was a feeling in his body that told him that he was doing the right thing. So he did.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder and he was grabbed.

"Is the candy I gave you still there?"

He was firmly anchored in this moment, and the voice was familiar, 'Sugar, what sugar?'

"Okay, mine too, come on, take a tablet. The voice said again, and then a large hand was placed on his mouth, and something was put into his mouth.

Gradually, a cold cold sensation spread in his mouth, is it mints? Gradually, the layer of fog in front of me seems to be lifted. It's pitch black all around, is it still night?

Follow the voice just now. In his eyes, it was a clean and dignified face, and that face was by no means the first time he had seen it.

Finally, the sugar in his mouth made him sound to the other party: "That guy at the bazaar?"

"It's me. This is not the place for you, so let's go!" said Joan, "Why don't you take a breath?

Saza followed the other man's words and breathed heavily, and sure enough, his mind was much clearer. At least remembering why he had come here, he asked, "Do you know where there is an oasis around here?"

When he asked this, he couldn't help but look towards the village over there, and only then did he see clearly that it was indeed a small village. The village was not swallowed up by the night, and the soft glow of the fire above it seemed so peaceful that one could not help but want to enter it and ask for a glass of warm water.

A voice interrupted the thought: "Of course, go in that direction and you will gain something." Joan walked over and threw him on the shoulder, giving him a direction that was contrary to the village.

Although for some reason, Saza chose to believe it, and he followed the direction pointed by the other party, and his right foot, which had been poisoned by the anesthetic toxin, was now much better.

"Don't come here again. ”

He heard the man behind him admonish. At this time, he suddenly realized one thing, this is the Silent Wasteland, where did the village come from?

Turning his head suddenly, all he saw was a dead forest, and there were no men, and what villages were there, but the coolness in his mouth had not yet dissipated.

'It must not be a hallucination!' he was sure, and he turned and walked in the direction the man had pointed.

Unconsciously the light of dawn has been blown in the sky, and it is dawn?