Lorraine didn't stay too long in the dangerous underground, but at every distance he walked, he looked at the street scene at the surface with the help of the sewer well. Only then can he make sure that he doesn't get lost.

By the time the houses on the ground had become low and unkempt, Lorraine was sure that she was out of the Nightwind Mansion's approximate sphere of influence.

That is, the more chaotic slums.

Following the destruction of Tirama Island due to the Descent of the Evil Spirit, St. Louis took over as the most important maritime hub in the southwestern province.

However, this prosperity did not last for fifty years, and the Empire and Camnin ignited the flames of war.

The confrontation between the two countries has left residents north of the flooded swamps without their homes.

Their lands were either usurped by the enemy, contaminated by Mage Kamnin, or sold to soldiers at a low price.

This led to an influx of bankrupt farmers into St. Louis, the city of dreams in what they called it at the time.

However, the dream is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. St. Louis, whose social order had been formed, did not accept these outsiders, and the wealthy estate owners outside the city needed a large number of slaves to reclaim the wasteland.

Some of the bankrupts were soon reduced to slavery, while the rest were crowded on the edge of the city, a chaotic temporary housing complex built on the long, wet shore.

As the ensuing war brought in more immigrants, the area soon became an unofficial, public district, with the gray-black industries of crime, XD, and MY feeding the majority of the unemployed.

This is where the St. Louis slum comes in

Following a ladder at the mouth of a sewer, Lorraine pushed open the manhole cover and returned to the surface.

By this time the sun had sunset, and night was gradually falling on the southern land of the empire.

"I miss it."

Lorraine looked around, and two rows of old houses were coming at him as if they were toppling.

While he was careful about possible dangers, he "passed" a few clothes that were drying outside.

By the time Lorraine came out of the alley, she had been transformed into an ordinary Downtown resident.

Walking in the slum lanes at night, the scimitar on the waist makes some people retract their unkind gaze.

Holding military weapons shows that the other party has some family background, and those who dare to walk alone in the slums are either fools or really have something.

No one dares to take risks because there are no legal restrictions on slums.

If you are killed, the gang will not necessarily help collect the body!

Lorraine slapped away a thief's dirty hand, still frowning as the other man scolded and left.

It had only been ten minutes since he walked, and this was already the fourth thief he had encountered.

It's just the edge of the slums, and you can imagine how chaotic it is in the depths.

There is no shortage of sewers with convenient pipes to all parts of the city and beyond.

However, there are many dangerous areas to pass through during this period, and Lorraine only knows part of the road map, and the rest has been blurred and forgotten with time.

He just can't guarantee that he won't get lost.

Otherwise, it would have slipped out of St. Louis a long time ago!

In the first life, many players did this after being wanted!

It is precisely because of the adventurous behavior of these red players that more people know where to go and where not to go in the sewers.

But what about getting out of St. Louis?

Man-devouring beasts roam the wilderness, outlaws and degenerates build bandit nests in the jungle, and abscesses from the abyss have taken root in the shadows of the unknown......

Where can unarmed mortals go? Alone in exile, the only ending is to turn into nameless dry bones!

Lorraine is going to live.

As long as you live, you can get revenge.

On the west side of the dump, the third row of houses, the innermost hut.

Lorraine followed the address in her memory and walked all the way.

Once on the forum of "Amber", someone told a story and mentioned that address.

St. Louis had been destroyed, and Lorraine had visited the hut that no longer existed because of the story of the Forum.

Although the owner of the house is dead in that timeline, there may still be something he needs there.

Weapons, equipment, and the medium to activate classes are all things that Lorraine desperately needs right now, and the sooner you get them, the better.

But if you can't succeed through socializing......

Thinking of this, his eyes sank slightly.

……

In an unnoticed hut, a man and a woman talked.

"Sister, you're out again today......" A weak, young voice sounded.

"Don't worry, Yuri, I just went out and bought some flour," the gentle female voice said, but somewhat tired, "the nuns of the church care about me, they like me very much." ”

"Ahem...... I'm sorry, sister, my body ......" the teenager's tone was full of guilt.

"Yuri, everything will be fine, tomorrow...... Tomorrow I'll beg Boss Karn, and he'll be relieved. ”

"Don't do that! Sister, he just wants you...... Ahem, ahem! ”

Hearing his sister's reply, the boy immediately retorted loudly, only to cough violently again.

"It's okay, Yuri, it's okay, everything will be fine...... The Emperor, the Emperor is looking at us. ”

His sister tried to continue comforting, but for some reason choked up.

"Ahem...... Sister, I beg you, don't do that... Ahem, if you do that, you might as well let me die... Ahem! ”

My sister's choked voice couldn't help but be sour, she wanted her brother to heal, which was more important than anything else.

How can a healthy child suddenly become so sick? Karn had already hinted to himself more than once that Uliel's illness was not a physical one.

It's a curse, a curse from him!

Freya bit her lower lip and looked at her frail brother on the bed, and couldn't help but feel a knife-like heartache.

However, just as she was about to continue persuading her brother, a knock on the door interrupted their conversation

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The whispering stopped, and Lorraine faintly heard the rustling of clothes behind the door.

He had even thought that the other party had picked up the dagger, ready to deal a fatal blow to the uninvited guest.

"Relax, friends."

Lorraine said slowly, her tone full of kindness.

"I am the old man of your father, Hanovid...... Don't be afraid, children...... Please open the door. ”

No response.

But Lorraine could feel the panic, confusion and confusion behind the door, and these emotions piled up and turned into the coughing of young people.

"I brought news of your father."

There was a dead silence again, and I don't know how long it would last, when there was a "squeak......

The wooden door in front of Lorraine slowly opened.

Behind the door was a thin blonde beauty, her eyes red, her desperate gaze hidden curiosity and wariness, and a glimmer of anticipation and flickering light.

Seeing such an expression, Lorraine smiled stiffly and kindly.

"Good evening, Miss Freya."