On the way to the city on the western outskirts of Tagarvi, Dalí saw a postman riding a horse, who tied his horse to the door of an inn and hurried in.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, Dali walked over and tried to sneak away the postman's horse.

Something unexpected happened, the horse's reaction was even more exaggerated than that of the hound, and when it saw Dalí approaching, it stood up and neighed violently, and Dalí hurried away, and only after walking far away did the horse quiet down.

Not only hounds and horses, but Dalí found that almost all the animals were afraid of him, and the wild cats and wild dogs on the street saw him and fled in a hurry, and even the rats that came out of the gutter circled him.

In search of an explanation, he looked at his own reflection in the river, and saw that he was pale, skinny, and depressed from a serious illness, and he could not figure out why he had made the animals restless.

Is it the smell? But the people who walked past him did not react, they did not know that they had come back from the dead, and they did not care about such a withered man who walked like a drunkard.

There is only one explanation, and that is that there is something inside them that makes these animals uneasy, and psychic scholars often use small animals locked in cages to test whether there is anything unusual in the room, and it must be because some strange qualities in their own body are noticed by sensitive animals.

Those weird blue worms and the tentacles were beyond the knowledge of humans and other animals, and now these things have become part of his body, even his own blood has become blue, and he is no longer an ordinary human, maybe he has become something else, who knows. In the eyes of these sensitively sensitive animals, they may well be monsters.

In order not to attract attention, Dalí deliberately covered his face, he tried to avoid the animals, the good news is that this body is more and more obedient to his command, now he can not only walk briskly, but even trot a few steps, he can feel that those foreign flesh and human bodies are more and more closely combined.

Taking advantage of the laziness of the apprentice in the bakery, he stole a large piece of butter-filled bread and found a hidden dark alley to sit on the ground, there happened to be a well next to him, after a long journey, Dalí needed to rest and eat enough, the well water was clear, the bread was soft, this is the world of the living, if you want to maintain life, you must replenish energy at all times.

The rest of the grudges can wait until later, he confirmed his primary goal, no matter what, he must rescue Jian Ning as soon as possible, this time must not be as reckless as before, he needs to calm down, fully recover his strength, maybe a fierce fight to save her, he leaned against the wall, the feeling of exhaustion quickly hit, and he fell asleep in this dirty and secluded alley.

After a few hours of rest, the sharp pain in his whole body gradually subsided, only the pierced wound under his left flank was still a little dull pain, and now he moved effortlessly, but he still felt a little rusty about this resurrected body.

At some point, there was a drunken man beside him, he was dressed quite decently, lying asleep not far from Dalí, and the vomit around him exuded a strong smell of alcohol.

It was a godsend, this man was about his own size, he slept like he had passed out, and Dalí changed into a drunkard shirt, tunics, pants, and shoes. Give him his mud and blood-stained clothes.

The drunkard's heavy money bag tied to his belt still contained seven gold shields, more than a dozen silver stars, and many copper plates, which was a lot of wealth, and he was so lucky that he didn't even have to worry about the cost of escaping.

People rely on clothes, Dali seems to have returned to his identity as a rich son, with this outfit, and money, things become much easier.

As a native of Tagarwi, Dali walked to the neighborhood full of shops when he entered the city, where he had come to buy some books and books, but this time he wanted to buy something else.

First of all, he went to the perfume shop and bought a bottle of high-end perfume with a silver coin, the shopkeeper said that it was true, but this perfume was refined with more than ten different flowers and other precious spices.

Then he patronized a well-known blacksmith shop, this time he learned the lesson of the duel, and chose an unpretentious bayonet sword with a spherical gauntlet, he picked up this sword and slashed at the humanoid wooden target a few times to test the feel, worthy of a well-known blacksmith to create a good product, hardness and flexibility coexist, excellent balance, the point is that the hand holding the sword is completely wrapped in the gauntlet, it is the lesson of blood that makes him understand the importance of the gauntlet.

Tajavi City rules prohibit the sale of firearms without permission, and all shops that sell firearms are supervised by city officials, and only those with a certain status of no criminal record and registered hunters are allowed to buy them.

At this time, Dalí did not have any identification or hunting license, and he was also a wanted deserter and traitor, not even a living person.

If only his brother William were still alive, he knew where to buy guns and gunpowder on the black market, but unfortunately he was no longer there.

Dalí didn't plan to continue to bother his friend Pal this time, he knew that his immortality would definitely be revealed, Siska Newman would not believe the servant's words about the resurrection of the dead, his great enemy scoffed at the legend of ghosts and gods, he would only think that Dalí was seriously injured and did not die before crawling out of the grave, he would definitely hire a large number of people to completely get rid of himself, in order to keep Pal away from the disaster, Dalí decided to act alone.

He hired a horse-drawn carriage and drove to the Mouse Alley on Third Avenue in Tagarvi, deep in which there was a nameless four-story hotel that, despite its close proximity to the slums, was in fact a hidden place for the wealthy to enjoy.

When Dalí was just an adult, a certain aristocratic prince invited him to meet the glamorous prostitutes here, and of course he decisively rejected the playboy's invitation, but Dalí remembered this information, and fortunately his memory did not fade due to death and resurrection.

Dali took a deep breath, pushed open the door and walked in, the furnishings inside looked ordinary, and there were several men with fierce faces sitting at the small table, they looked at Dali coldly and said nothing.

These people don't look like guests, they are supposed to be thugs hired here, and Dali ignores them. He sat down in front of the bartender, ordered the most expensive bottle of wine, poured himself a glass and tasted it slowly, and asked the tavern boy:

"Do we have any other business here, a friend introduced me here?"

The tavern brother understood, and he replied, "Please wait. Then he opened the door and entered another room.

A bewitching man in a strange costume greeted him, he saw Dalí's outfit, smelled the smell of fine perfume, and then looked at the bottle of wine, and immediately realized that this was a broad boy:

"This young master, this is the first time you are here, what kind of girl do you want? We are all some high-quality goods here, some mature and some tender! ”

"I want something fresh, you know what I mean? Is there a new arrival, to be young, pretty, preferably a local girl? ”

"Of course we have! I recommend to you the number one lady here, Miss Lucy, who used to be a maid in the earl's house and entertained many big people! ”

Dalí feigned anger, and he imitated the playboy friend's tone and said, "Hey, did you listen to me?" I want newcomers, young ones, preferably the kind that doesn't want to pick up customers, I like women to resist, you know? ”

The thugs sitting next to him laughed when they heard this, and they completely let their guard down on Dali, and turned to drink and talk to themselves.

The bewitching man smiled evilly at him: "This young master, I didn't expect you to have a special fetish, haha!" I like people who are straight talkers! ”

He leaned close to Dali's ear and whispered, "To tell you the truth, our new local beauty is a high-quality product bought by our boss at a high price, and you will definitely be satisfied." She would rather die than pick up customers, several of the guests were scratched by her, and she threatened to kill herself, so we had to lock her in the attic to eat and drink. But if you're willing to pay more, we have other options. ”

Dalí endured the anger and excitement in his heart, he secretly rejoiced that he had come in time, and continued to pretend to be a playboy and asked:

"It's her, I'm willing to pay more, what can you say?" As he spoke, Dali pulled out a dazzling and heavy golden shield and slapped it on the table.

The bewitching man was so happy when he saw the gold that he whispered, "You are too generous!" We have a kind of secret recipe, which is an anesthetic potion, I will give you a bottle later, when you dip a towel in a little bit, cover her mouth and nose, as long as she takes a sip, her whole body will be absolutely paralyzed, then her resistance will be weak, at your mercy, you will never be scratched! ”

Dali hated these bastards who made money with women to death in his heart, he gritted his mutilated teeth, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and spoke as peacefully and naturally as possible:

"Nice, take me to the attic. Also, I don't want anyone to bother, as long as I'm satisfied, I'll tip a little more afterwards. ”

"Don't worry! We are very professional and the wall panels here are soundproofed to ensure your privacy. The loft is just one room, so you can play as long as you want!

Master, please come here! ”