Elena, the woman with hair like fresh sails. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info her enthusiasm and commitment, so that Arcarnes finally had a good mood in the past ten days.

After making an appointment with her, the white-haired girl went back to the workshop and continued to work until ten o'clock in the evening. Although she was very tired, she couldn't help but feel better at the thought of finally getting rid of this boring life.

It was dangerous to go back to the slum alone, but luckily her home was at the entrance to the slum, and most of the way was on a bright avenue. Everywhere there were crossbow-armed vigilantes who dared to shoot at anyone who petty thieves, so no one dared to try the power of a crossbow with their bodies on the avenue.

When I got home, her house was on the third floor, and the rent was the cheapest. The benevolent equals the cheapest, and that's what she learned in the city of Carmor. On the second floor was a family of six, a husband and wife and their four children, and Arcanis glanced at their home, where the floor was covered with tattered mats, but there was a table and six stools. For the law of the city of Camor states that whoever does not have a table or stool in his house shall be driven out of the city. The logic is very simple, being poor is lazy, and Camor City does not support lazy people.

As Arkanes passed by their door, he heard the sound of children sleeping and the conversation of husband and wife, who were worried about the health of their eldest son, so they fed him an extra "cure-all". "Panacea", "Mental Health Water" and "Powerful Medicine" are all cheap pills that claim to be able to ward off all diseases, and are quite popular among the poor. Of course, Arcanes scoffed at these drugs, believing that they had a placebo effect at best.

But it seems that they think it really works.

"The blush on my son's face is a little more ......."

When the white-haired girl opened the door of her house, she heard the last sentence, and she couldn't help but think of the pale face of their eldest son, and how could there be any blush on the face that was whitened by the steam?

"Melly?"

She glanced at the tiny house, but didn't see her closest companion.

"Melly?"

She screamed again, thinking that it was squatting listlessly. From the first day of her stay, Melly seemed very irritable, and Arcanis could tolerate the terrible conditions of the house, but the cat seemed to have had enough and always wanted to get out. However, the ghetto is dangerous for a cat with bright fur, so Arkanis has been locking the cat in her home to compensate for the fish she often brings back.

"Melly!"

She panicked and couldn't find a variegated cat anywhere. My heart was beating uneasily, and my fingers were trembling with panic.

Forcing himself to search carefully, Arcanis found a crevice in the wall that had been stuffed with weeds to keep out the cold wind outside. The white-haired girl gestured, big enough for a cat to escape from the pitch-black prison.

Arcanis immediately ran out of the house to the other end of the gap, trying to find no trace of the cat, but found nothing. So she shouted into the dark, winding alley, "Melly, Melly, where are you?"

Her cry fell into the dark and life-filled ghetto like a pebble falling into the abyss and disappearing in one fell swoop.

The nights in the ghetto are noisy, and there are too many people who have been tormented by work all day at this time. Tomorrow is another unified holiday, nightclubs, taverns are crowded with people, countless barrels of inferior wine are poured into the mouth, and the next day they are vomited on the street, life is too cruel, alcohol is an indispensable placebo.

Alone, Arcanis walked into the labyrinthine alley, trying to discern the cat's meow from the cacophony of sounds.

Although Melly is a "cheap cat", it decided not to worry her, it knew that she would come back, even if she went out on her own.

"Melly!

Arcanis shouted a little hoarse, and it was not only her voice that was offended, but also a dozen people who teased her, all of whom she kicked in the lower body and kicked into the ditch.

Not only that, but there were also crumbling doors that were sinned, and Arcanis heard the cat's meow and kicked them open. She did this a dozen times, and on this night she caught a glimpse of the tip of the abyss of helplessness and poverty.

In a large miscellaneous room, five wartsy children, awakened from rags, looked at Arcarnes in fear, and the rags under them that were used as beds were too few to carry away with a woman's apron. Their mother, the only woman in many clothes, pointed to the rattan chair with no seat and the table with two legs broken in fear, told her that it was their furniture, and begged her not to drive out the family, whose husband had died on the battlefield for the sake of the Empire.

In one room, from the attic to the basement, there were beds, and every house was packed with people. All sorts of people slept together in a mess, men and women, old and young, sick and healthy, drunk and sober. Almost every house was filled with noise, and it was sad that they were fighting over an inch of bed. In a friendly room, she found a dying cat, and they were going to eat it, it was not Merry, and although it was pitiful, Arcanis did not save it.

Of course, these people were morally degenerate, and Arcanis heard them discussing theft and other bad things more than once. But Arcanis did not stand on the moral high ground to accuse a group of hungry people for their habits. Moreover, if strictly calculated, the blue wolf who eats the "strange meat" is afraid that he is more morally depraved than everyone present.

In the depths of the slums, there are more families that don't even have doors, because there is nothing to steal inside. But there are tables and chairs, and I have to say that the law is a magical thing, and behold, it allows every family to have a table and chairs. You don't need to go to jail, you just throw the lawbreaker out of the city.

Finally, she found Melly in a house.

It was locked in an iron cage with many cats and dogs, the cheap alchemy ball on the table next to it glowed like a fire, and five thieves with iron rods or short knives around their waists looked at the uninvited guests at the door.

"Who are you, and how did you get in?"

Arcanis looked away from Melly, who kept barking loudly until it saw the wolf.

"Wow, you gangsters, you are still in the pharmaceutical business. ”

The blue wolf saw the "cure-all" sign on the empty bottle on the shelf, and in the center of the room, a smoking pot with cat bones floating in it, and continued to ask, "What is the relationship between cats and panacea?"

"You know what?" said a thief with bloodstained gloves excitedly, "the cat's body... Wait, why am I explaining it to you?"

"That's right. Arcanis closed the door and tied the iron rod to the iron, "Do you still have a business of abducting and trafficking women?"

"Who are you?" said a tall thief with a short sword pointed at Arcanis's chest, and Arcanis responded by slashing off his arm with a cut-of-the-eye scimitar.

"Kill your guys. ”

Her whispers were drowned out by screams, and after a minute, the screams stopped.

"Melly, you damn cat, I've been looking for you for a long time. ”

She grabbed Melly, who was constantly protesting, and rubbed it against her face. The cages had been opened, and the cats and dogs had escaped, screaming in the bloody room, until Arcanis opened the door, and they rushed out. Arcanis stood in the doorway and closed the door again, Melly at her feet. Her pockets were stuffed with copper coins, and the harvest of murder and robbery put her in a good mood.

"Melly, where have you been?"

Melly yelled at her a few times and ran away. Arcanis hurriedly chased after him, trying to put it in his hood, but the cat always jumped down and kept running. Finally Arkanes understood that the cat seemed to want to run away with her, considering that it had been wronged for more than ten days, so the blue wolf decided to "slip the cat".

The slum is separated from the city by a high black wall, and the cold wind hits the wall, whirring. It could keep the rat-like paupers at bay, but not the Arcanis and the cats, who walked out of the civilian quarters and strolled the sturdy marble avenues, their alchemy lamps glowing yellow. Lined with neatly trimmed holly trees, they ran through the empty streets. On either side, a row of tall houses pass by Arcanis, each with lacquered wood carvings, silk awnings, marble facades, and a variety of ornate decorations.

There is no thick layer of dirt on the pavement, and there is no foul smell, vomit, musty smell in the air, but instead there is a faint fragrance. They come from plants that are still verdant in winter, unknown flowers.

Arcanis felt so much better that it was as if he had escaped from hell to heaven. Naturally, people like her were not allowed to visit here, especially at night. However, the curfew could not stop her, and the guards could not find her, because she would hide in the shadows, and many people that night invariably thought that she had a problem with her eyes and had to buy eye drops.

They walked through the street and past a beautiful public garden with a sign on it

"Non-city citizens and dogs are not allowed. ”

But the railings and guards could not stop the cat and the woman, and the cat carried Arcarnes through the public garden. Came to a private garden, a beautiful garden that is still verdant even in winter. The guards, of the high walls, the magic, and the vigilance, told Arcanis that the owner of the garden must be a rich and noble man.

However, she didn't bother to care so much. The blue wolf and the cat easily crossed the wall, and without triggering the magic, evaded the guards, Arcanis climbed a large tree. I was surprised to find that this garden is not so much a garden as a forest, although the plants here are ordinary, the pavilions and other ordinary things are not comparable to Christina's garden at all, but it is very vast.

Arcanis looked at it for a while and saw that the factory where he worked was nearby, and it turned out that they had come to the outskirts of the city. This vast "garden" is enclosed by a wall, and the pitch-black wall spreads to the horizon. The pitch-black walls not only keep outsiders out, but also seem to block winter, and it is very warm inside the walls, as if it were spring.

The blue wolf was relieved, since it was so big, it meant that she could play as much as she wanted. Melly really knows how to find a place. Melly led her through the trees, where there were many wild animals, and she alarmed a herd of sleeping wild deer, and the cat led her to a small lake.

The surface of the lake is calm, reflecting the double moon, the water is clear, and the delicate moonlight illuminates the green algae at the bottom of the lake. Melly jumped into the water, a circle of ripples spreading across the lake's surface.

Looking at the clear waters, Arcanis had the idea of taking a bath, and although she could live with the bad accommodation, she didn't mind improving her living conditions.

The wolf stripped naked, took off the mask from his face, threw it on the pile of clothes, and jumped into the lake.

It felt so nice to take off the mask, the human mask always clinging to her face, making her uncomfortable. The cool water of the lake brushed her white skin and soothed her tired spirit, like an invisible caress. She enjoyed the lake with her eyes closed.

After washing her body, tiredness found her again.

Arcanis changed into new clothes, found a soft grass and lay down on her side, gently pinched Melly's hind limbs with her right hand, and fell into a deep sleep...