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"Two bundles of black bread, yes, this."

"The last batch, two bundles will count you as six copper coins."

The pot-bellied bakery owner sat in front of his stall, waving his hand casually, without looking back.

Now that the time is approaching evening, the baked panel has long been dry and hardened, even if it is not mixed with stubble, it is hard enough to rub powder.

Most of the people who came out to buy brown bread at this time were the poor people in the slums, and it was a miracle that they could not steal or even pay copper coins, and the boss had no intention of arguing with this man.

"Hmm."

The thin figure in front of him in a hooded black trench coat didn't intend to say more, put down the six blue copper coins and picked up the black bread.

A white lotus arm stretched out from under the black trench coat just flashed from the corner of the boss's eyes.

His gaze seemed to be inertia, and he looked in the direction of the bread to the face of the woman in front of him.

In the evening, only the reddish afterglow reflected the woman's rounded chin, and it had disappeared completely.

That neck...... It's like a goose.

The boss's barren mind reflected only a similar impression in this short half second, as if something had moved in his thin pants.

I guess that's what it feels like.

The black cloak in front of him had no intention of stopping, and he picked up the black bread and passed through the passage between the inner and outer cities, and walked towards a quiet hotel on the south side.

Walking into the hotel, the proprietress at the front desk asked very familiarly:

"Falga? Do you still want broth today? I still had some heat and left it on the pan. Or do you want to order barley wine? ”

"Just hot soup, thanks."

The black cloak, known as Falga, said as he glanced at the empty hall of the hotel and sat down in a random corner.

He took off his hood to reveal a delicately fair face, long gray hair tied at the side of his neck, and a long scar from his left eye to his cheek.

However, even if there is a scar, the delicate face can hardly give people the impression of 'ugly', but it adds a bit of heroism in the weakness.

She took off her hood and breathed a sigh of relief, then shook her head and moved her white neck with a crackling sound.

He reached behind his back and picked it up, and the two long swords slammed into the wooden table with a 'poof' sound.

When the two pieces of black bread landed on the table, they made the same sound.

The proprietress with thick shoulders and round waist brought a bowl of hot soup the size of a man's head at the right time, and the scarred woman called 'Falga' said nothing, separated the black bread with a knife she carried with her, and ate it with the hot soup.

While chewing, she could hear a very obvious sound of wood stubble crumbling from her mouth, and after chewing for a while, she would spit out a small stone.

In the turbid broth, a small piece of unshaved wool can be seen from time to time, and a little blood may be added to such a large pot as a flavor, and there will not even be rock salt, and there is basically nothing salty to speak of.

It doesn't really look like something that people should eat.

However, this is basically the main meal that ordinary poor people have to eat for a lifetime.

The woman was silently eating, and the dilapidated wooden door of the hotel was pushed open again.

However, the proprietress who was sitting at the counter at the door didn't seem to see it, and she was still dozing off with her chin in a stubble.

The woman known as 'Falga' looked back vigilantly, then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Borch, how's it going?"

The man was a tall man, dressed in a cotton tunic and a dark brown tunic with a white coat of arms pinned to it, and a sword at his waist—what appeared to be a knight.

He sat down to himself and looked at the food in front of Falga with a look of disgust.

"Ciri, if you're short on money, you should tell me - I'll have someone buy you something to eat."

"Actually, it's okay, I've eaten worse before." The woman spit out the stones in two bites, and ate the rest of the bread with the soup, "Besides, my name is Falga now, don't call it a mistake again." ”

"I think you can rest assured." Borch waved his hand indifferently, "You were all teleported here by me from Nemidal, could it be that Wild Hunt really dared to chase after you?" Vijma is also the residence of the emperor, and there are absolutely so many professionals in this vicinity that you can't count them. ”

"Besides, aren't you really going back?" Borch smiled, "He's your father after all, and he won't leave you alone." ”

"Oh, you can spare me." Ciri rolled her eyes and shook her head, "If a fool who wants me to have a baby with him can be considered a father, I'd rather be a bastard without a father." ”

"And where are you going to hide?" Borch asked her curiously, "I've already paid you for what I owe, and the matter between you and the King of the Wild Hunt has nothing to do with me - that guy isn't easy to deal with." ”

"Who knows."

Ciri swept the food in front of her like a whirlwind cloud, leaned back in her chair and stretched deeply, her white linen clothes outlining the S-shaped curve.

"I'll get some sleep first, and then I'll go to the palace tomorrow to steal some gold coins, and I'll think he's paying my daughter's living expenses—do you want to come along?" His treasure is not small. ”

"The golden dragon loves money and takes it in the right way." Borch shook his finger and expressed his disagreement, "In terms of camp positioning, I am a neutral and kind dragon. ”

"Huh?"

Ciri looked incredulous, her eyes wide.

"Of course, if you're willing to give me half of it, I don't mind giving you a little magic and physical help - as far as you can say beforehand, I'm not involved in the theft."

Sure enough, Borch quickly added.

Ciri looked into his gaze, and it became a little more normal.

"Also, as interest, I remind you that it is better to change to a hotel." Borch said, "It's not very safe here. ”

"What's wrong?" Ciri frowned, "I've been living here for two days when I stepped on it. ”

"There's a very ......"

"Boom ———"

Halfway through Borch's words, there was a loud bang in his ears, and a huge pillar of light of pale cyan light appeared from the second floor of the hotel, piercing through the clouds like a pillar to the sky, piercing through the dim sky.

A violent wave of air tore through the wooden inn.

Ciri, Borch, and a few other people who were sitting in the hall eating and drinking were directly swept away by the stormy waves.

The surging wind and waves carried the rubble and wood in the air, shattering everything in front of them like a stone tornado rising from the ground.

The faintly visible few faint and static barriers were directly crushed by the unbearable amount of spiritual power, setting off an elemental tide that could be felt throughout the entire city of Virgina.

The originally clear sky was swept away by this elemental tide and turned into a cloudy sky.

The golden dragon Borch, who was still giggling before, flashed and left the place with Ciri.

Where they had just sitting, a plank was slanted into the ground, and the wooden table and chairs were crushed to slag.

Ciri stared at the scene in front of him with a look of incredulity—the space within a hundred meters of the surrounding area was crushed into flying dust by this tidal wave of elemental storms, whether it was stone, wood, or steel, they were all too weak to resist in this raging storm.

A figure rose from the pale cyan pillar of light, floating above the clouds, as if receiving a baptism from the sky.

At some point, a large group of skeletons in armor had surrounded the place.

All the skeletons were silently looking at the sky.

Ciri dragged Borch and swallowed deeply.

"That's what it is...... You're talking about insecurity? ”

Borch nodded solemnly.

"Maybe I'm wrong."

"It's very unsafe here."