Hihian hunted?

Martin's face froze after hearing this, and he calmed down and said:

"Do you know the address of the mission?"

"The address appears to be in a casino in the East End."

Shirley recalled.

"The East End?"

Lady Lucia spoke with some surprise.

"That's not a good place, and it's good that you didn't accept the task."

Martin has been doing his activities in the Red Church District for the past few days when he came to Cavides, and he has no understanding of the composition of the area of Cavides, so he also asked suspiciously:

"What's wrong with the East End?"

"That's the shadow of Cavides, the last thing the town hall wants to see from the Redstone royal family and the wealthy merchants from outside."

Lady Lucia began to introduce the "shadow" in a playful tone.

As an important industrial city in the Redstone Country, Cavides is home to a large number of factories, all of which are located to the east of Cavides, attracting countless strangers to make a living every day.

But the people of Cavides have little impression of the area that brings vitality and value to the city, and even deliberately ignore it.

This is because the rapid influx of people into Cavides has also been accompanied by a rapid deterioration of the environment and violent crime.

Most of those sweatshops use steam boilers, where coal and tar make the air turbid, and the steam from the boilers not only rises into the air and turns into a dripping rain, but also combines with the oil smoke in the air to make the area permanently covered with a fog that will not dissipate.

It was a potentially fatal fog from which most of the workers' bodies were devastated.

Not only is the air quality heavily polluted, but the wastewater discharged from the factory is also everywhere and floods into the Mensai River, which runs through the Cabides.

The bad news is that the Mensai River has become filthy and disgusting, and the good news is that the east side is already downstream of the Mensai River, and its upstream has not been affected.

The dense population and extensive administration also made it a hotbed of crime, where chaos was synonymous with the black trade of speculators and fugitives, and the city hall and the police department were powerless.

The city hall can only divide the Cavides into four districts, east, west, north and south, and the east district is called the east district, and it is rumored that the city hall directly named it the "east district" in order to save trouble. It can be seen that people's impression of this area.

The Red Church District is located in the north, where the Holy Light Church has the most power, and it also attracts organizations with certain forces behind it, such as the Sunflower Carriage and the Black Cat Trail.

Although there are also areas with a high concentration of slums like Green Spider Street, the Red Church District is generally safe.

The people living in the south were mainly middle-class, mostly small and medium-sized business owners, doctors, lawyers, and declining aristocrats.

To the west of the Cavides, the upper reaches of the Mensay River, was a gathering place for the nobility and wealthy merchants, and the town hall was built here.

The National Police Agency's 24-hour patrol protects the property of the rich and aristocracy from being violated, and is the center of power in Cavides.

"From this point of view, the East End is really a 'shadow' that people don't want to explore..."

Martin thought to himself, and then he suddenly had a doubt:

"How could Sihian be there? William and that Teacher Yinon can both go to the second floor of the [Sunflower Carriage], how can they bring Xi'an to the East End? And it's also a casino."

Martin's brow furrowed, he couldn't figure out that William and Shanon should at least stay in the south

Shirley noticed Martin's expression, and she subconsciously sensed that the Prophet in front of her was interested in this task, so she asked:

"Mr. Martin, are you interested in this task?"

Martin thought for a moment and replied:

"You can go check it out."

......

An hour later, on the edge of the Red Church and the East Side, a black carriage was slowly moving towards the hinterland of the East End.

In the carriage sat a man and a woman, the woman wore a pair of oil paint masks on her face, a black robe on the outside, a black silk shirt on the inside, and a red hair draped down, and she was in good shape.

The man wears a bowler-capped gentleman's hat, his face is also covered with a silver mask, and his figure is shrouded in a wide gray trench coat, and the two of them look very mysterious.

Both wore necklaces on their chests, both of which were of the same shape, and both wore badges in the shape of the same lamb hanging from thin silver chains.

That's the shepherd's sign.

The man is Martin, and the woman insists on following him to Shirley in the East End.

Martin's original [Coward's Coat] has been returned to Shirley, which is the one she is now wearing, and Lady Lucia has also repaired Martin's coat and underwear, including trousers, shirt, and waistcoat.

Ignoring the somewhat eerie mask on Martin's face, he was more of a gentleman than a bounty hunter.

When matching, Mrs. Lucia didn't feel that anything was wrong, but with an inexplicable smile, she watched Martin put on these.

Martin doesn't care, this set of clothes looks expensive, and who doesn't want to take it for nothing.

As the carriage entered the East End, Martin saw a huge chimney looming in the fog and black smoke rising far from it.

The smell of tar was in the air.

The surrounding environment is dirty, the houses next to the street are very old and closed, the walls are stained with a layer of yellow-black stains, not to mention the street lights, even the road surface is full of potholes.

There were few pedestrians on the road, but there were many men and women in rags hiding in the alleys, watching the eye-piercing carriage that made its way through the street.

The carriage was arranged by Lady Lucia, and the [Wrench Brotherhood] also has a stronghold in the Eastern District, but the scale and number are much smaller than those in the Red Chapel District.

The coachman was a strong, middle-aged man, dressed like a worker in a fireman shirt, with a fierce look in his eyes.

Only such a driver can deter those who are ready to move in the alley.

"Hey! Don't look at these houses, they can't even compare to the toilets of those adults in the West District, they are more profitable than the mansions of those rich people! ”

The coachman said indignantly.

"There are more poor people here than there are lice on the Banya hounds, and almost all the rich people have property here, and they just need to put the house with a broken bed that no one wants, or even a bed, and rent it out, and they can lie down and count the gold coins!"

"City Hall stipulates that everyone has to have at least 400 cubic feet of living space, but that's bullshit in the East End! The Chase bunks I slept in the camp of the Expeditionary Force were better than the places where these poor people lived! ”

There was a deep disgust in his tone.

Martin and Shirley listened silently to the middle-aged man's complaints, but did not speak.

The carriage stopped in front of a row of townhouses, and the street was already much wider and cleaner than what Martin had seen along the way, as if someone had been cleaning it regularly.

There are no pedestrians around the street, and there is a very remote feeling. But Martin heard a commotion coming from the house.

There were flags at the doorway of the townhouse with some dice, cigarettes and gentleman's hats on them, and Martin saw a large flag with some words printed on it, which seemed to be the name of this casino:

"[Goddess Playground]."

Although it was daytime, the windows of the townhouses on the street were all closed, and the white curtains obscured the view in the houses.

Shirley witnessed this sight, and her face was a mixture of curiosity and excitement.

"Mr. Martin, I think we'll have a proper amusement after we've completed our mission."

Shirley turned her head and said to Martin with some anticipation.

She was a shepherd who was older than Martin, but now she acted more like Martin had taken her to complete the mission because of Martin's previous rescue and his status as a prophet.

"Let's talk about it first, I feel that this task is not simple."

Martin sensed Shirley's excitement about the casino, but he didn't say anything, he did want to see the situation first.

William and the others live in such a mixed place, and they also have such a tempting target as "the little daughter of King Dzose", which is simply a sheep's mouth.

Shirley did not refute after listening to this, but straightened her expression, as if she had received the teachings of a prophet.

"When you go in, someone will contact you, and he will take you to the person you are looking for."

"If there's an accident, say you're from the [Cadage Shipyard], which is the stronghold of the [Brotherhood] here in the Eastern End."

When they got out of the car, the coachman gave them a nameplate with a thin chain hanging from it, which looked a bit like the nameplate of a soldier Martin had seen in his previous life, with the word "Cortic" engraved on it in print.

"Show them this, and they'll understand that you're not easy to mess with."

Martin thanked the coachman and stepped into the townhouse with Shirley.

Pushing open the half-hidden door, the two entered the hall of the house under the watchful eyes of two men dressed as thugs.

The scorching breath and jubilant laughter poured in, drowning them in an instant.

Unlike the cold and bleak outside, this place is comparable to the church of Capernaum on Sunday, or the "sunflower carriage" at the auction.

The entire hall was filled with gaming tables with dice, poker, and roulette, and each table was crowded with people, most of them dressed simply, and even many dressed shabby.

But at the moment, they were all shouting similar slogans, and the expressions of excitement on their faces were the same.

They are all gamblers.

They were approached by a thin man in a cap, overalls, and boots, with two mustaches and a shrewd and capable appearance.

"You must be Miss Shirley."

The man took off his cap, revealing a somewhat sparse top of his head, gave Shirley a flattering smile, and then nodded to Martin.

"My name is Luke, and I'm from the Brotherhood, and Robert Sr. has already heard the news."

The man whispered.

"I've found the person you're looking for, they live on the second floor of the arcade, do you need me to take you there now?"

Shirley lost the eagerness she had spoken to Martin, and did not react to Luke's courtesy, only politely letting him lead the way.

Martin felt a familiar sense of neglect.

"Do I look like Shirley's bodyguard..."

He complained to himself.

Luke didn't show any displeasure at Shirley's indifference, and continued to take them up to the second floor with gratitude.

Walking through a long carpeted hallway, they came to a quiet area, like the accommodation area provided by this casino.

They continued to walk deeper into the area, laughing and strange noises coming from the rooms on either side of the way, and the people inside didn't seem to mind being heard.

Martin was a little embarrassed, and Shirley understood something at this time, her cheeks flushed a little, and she followed Luke without squinting.

With a meaningful smile on the corner of Luke's mouth, he led them on, and when they came to the door of the room with the "205" number on it, they saw two big men who looked like thugs standing at the door.

In the room, there were bursts of violent fighting, mixed with some muffled grunts and roars of pain.

Hearing this, both Martin and Shirley frowned.

It seems that the task has begun.

"It's cleaning inside."

The short-haired man on the left spoke in a low voice, deliberately shaking his arm as he spoke, showing off his strong muscles.

Luke clearly didn't expect this and turned to look at Shirley.

Martin stepped forward and said indifferently to the two men blocking the door:

"Get out of the way."

"Hah!"

The thin man standing on the right had a cruel smile on his face, and he looked at the badges on Martin and Shirley's chests and said:

"What's going on today, anyone can come and join in the fun."

"I'll really have to ask old Vane when I get back:

How much is two shepherd's heads worth? ”