As an ancient city, the buildings in the center of Dulun are more quaint and thick than the surrounding areas, and have a sense of age. The buildings are scattered and overlapped, giving the city a three-dimensional beauty.

Dulun Art Museum is backed by the Dulun River, in front of several buildings, along the criss-crossing streets around the buildings and then a kilometer or two, the field of vision suddenly becomes broad, in front of it is a large square, in the middle of the square erected a bell tower, the stone bell tower is old, towering into the clouds, on the clock dial on the top of the building, the hands have long stopped, hanging crookedly in the air, revealing a dilapidated desolation.

The lower part of the bell tower is thin and thick, the lower part is just a staircase circling around the tower, only the top wall has a room that can accommodate it, a few windows open on the outer wall of the roof, a few long ropes go out of the different windows, extending to the ground, ready for people to climb up and down, and two long ropes sticking out of the window diagonally, tied, all the way to the nearby ground building, so that the people above will not be trapped in the range of the bell tower.

The caravan was locked in the square below the bell tower, and the travelers had already climbed the bell tower.

The room on the top of the building is large, although it is full of clock parts, but these parts are concentrated at the top, and there is still open space on the ground, enough for four people to live in it. In particular, the glass of the room is still undamaged, and the fog and dust outside cannot invade, which makes the room relatively clean.

It was getting late, the light on the edge was getting dimmer, the blood-colored mist was getting thicker, and there was no doubt that night was coming again at the edge. As the night approached, the atmosphere of dreary, oppressive, and frightening grew heavier, and the strange fringe monsters wielded their twisted limbs, squirming and crawling in the shadows of the surrounding buildings, and the scattered mutants emerged from the corners of their hiding places, wandering aimlessly around the square, and in the thickening fog, the occasional strange noise and high-pitched roar were particularly piercing on the edge of silence, like the wails of the dead souls in hell.

However, there is only a wall, above the tower, inside the bell tower, and the room is calm and peaceful.

A bonfire was lit in the middle of the bell tower, and the orange light sprinkled all around, casting a layer of gentle color over the dimly lit room, and the beating flames crackled and resounded, exuding a warm temperature, bringing a sense of safety and comfort. Around the flames, a few thick sheets of leather have been laid around the bonfire, and the fur is soft and fluffy, lying on it like falling into the clouds, making people relax physically and mentally.

In the shadow of the corner of the room, surrounded by the curtain, the sound of dripping water came gently from behind the curtain, a tall and slender figure was shaking behind the curtain, because of the direction of the light, the figure appeared very blurred, it was really full of regret.

There was a bang, the sound of splashing water from high to low, quickly went away, and then the curtain was lifted, Monica held an empty iron basin, held her long wet hair, stepped on high heels with bare feet, and walked out from behind the curtain, and removed the curtain with her hands, and then walked back to the bonfire.

Others were sitting around the campfire.

The dirt and slime on Babu's body had also been washed away, and he was sitting cross-legged in front of the fire, fiddling with a deck of cards that had been turned over from nowhere, the cards were old, but not broken, and they were still functional, and a deck of cards was flying in Babu's hands like butterflies, intertwined in the air, but always under control.

Judy was on the other side of the fire, leaning back on the hide, stretching her legs lazily, the bandages on her legs had just been removed, and her thin pale calves were exposed under her robe. The festering wounds on the calves had scabbed over and were black piece by piece, and although they looked shocking, they were actually a harbinger of healing. She had a thick handwritten notebook spread out on her lap, boxy black-rimmed glasses on her face, and a quill in her hand. But at this time, her attention was attracted by the flying cards in Babu's hand, and she held her chin and watched from the side, quietly, but with great interest.

The two of them were on both sides of the fire, one on the left and one on the right, and little Anna was by the fire. The little guy has also become clean, his hair is wet, and he looks a little cuter than usual. The little guy was squatting by the campfire at this time, snorting at the bubbling cauldron on the bonfire, his eyes full of anticipation, as if he wanted to get into the pot himself

。 However, even if she was attracted by the cauldron, she would still raise her head from time to time and sniff at the handbag hanging aside, with a wary look on her face.

Puff puff puff, another series of bubbles, emerging from the cauldron in front of Xiao Anna's eyes, and at the same time diffusing out, there is also an irresistible aroma of food.

On the surface of the snow-white soup, a thin layer of transparent grease floats, and underneath the fat, large pieces of chicken float with the tumbling soup. The chicken is white, tender, and elastic, and the brown chicken skin covers the surface, and the beige fat under the chicken skin looks like a translucent jelly, shaking back and forth with the chicken skin, which is full of temptation.

The white and tender chicken is the yellow glutinous sweet potato, the sweet potato is stewed softly, it looks soft as sand, and the starch and sugar in it have long been integrated into the soup, making the soup not only thick and sweet, but also bright in color.

Monica came to the pot leisurely, holding her hair in one hand, and slowly stirring the soup with a spoon in the other, with her movements, the aroma that was originally sealed by chicken fat came out instantly, and quickly spread to the surroundings, the fresh fragrance of chicken, the sweet fragrance of sweet potatoes, the strong fragrance of seasonings, several aromas mixed together, unstoppably filled every corner of the bell tower, for a while, the breathing of the people in the room increased at the same time, and everyone was inhaling heavily, as if the collective nose was stuffed.

Monica pouted, sprinkled a handful of salt into it, stirred a few times and tasted a small spoon, then nodded with satisfaction, thought about it, and stuffed the big soup spoon into Little Anna's hand, the little thing immediately hugged the soup spoon with a smile, held the spoon in both hands, leaned over and took a small sip of the soup inside, and took a few sips of hot air in the air from time to time, but no matter how hot it was, he continued to insist, and even forgot the handbag on the side.

Monica rubbed Anna's wet hair, and when she turned around, she just saw the two stacks of cards in Babu's two hands hedged together to form a stack, lying neatly in his hand, the whole process was indeed dazzling and pleasing to the eye, not only Monica, but even Judy on the side endured the restriction of the wound and applauded a few times.

"It's really good, it's just beautiful, and I'm dazzled by it." Monica exclaimed, "But this thing looks a lot like the card of the Enchantment Master, well, it's the kind that Eve used to have, I didn't see you have it, where did you find it?"

"He wasn't at ease just now, he was afraid that there were still hidden tricks in the mechanical layer above, so he went up and checked it carefully, and it was said that he found it from the glove box by the way." Judy explained casually, "I've been playing for a long time after taking it down."

Monica looked up, the ceiling was very high, it was a grid-like metal floor, by several narrow metal stairs leading to the upper floor, through the grid, you can clearly see the gears and chain belts of different sizes on the upper floor, although I checked it when I came in just now, but there are many shadows and hidden places, it is really necessary to ...... And so on, translucent ...... Grid?

Monica looked at the grid above her head, then at where she had just taken a shower, nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly reached out with lightning and pulled at Babu's ear.

However, the raid failed, and Babu didn't look at it as if he had been prepared, rolled on the ground with his head in his hands, let go of Monica's sneak attack, covered his ears with one hand, stood up with a smile, and said triumphantly, "Hehe, I knew you were going to ...... It hurts, it hurts."

He regretted that he only used one hand to cover his ear, so Monica, who was no slower than him, quickly caught up with him, grabbed the exposed other ear, twisted it hard, and twisted the twisted bab bent her legs, and followed her hand in a half-circle.

"Dead boy, if you don't study well, I think you want to be beaten again." Monica skillfully tugged at Babu's ears and twisted it a few times, and said with bared teeth, "I'll let you find the cards, I'll let you see through, I'll turn you into Mr. Duncan now, I won't have to pedal in the future, I'll put the car on you in the future, and you can pull the car with Mr. Duncan."

"Ears, ears, ears are going to grow, pain and pain, let go of your hands, whine, it hurts, it hurts." Babu finally broke free from Monica's clutches and rubbed her red ears in protest, "You're going to have your ears pulled off, I didn't mean to, I didn't expect it."

"Huh? So you really ......."

"No, absolutely not." Babu shook his head decisively and affirmatively, "So

Black, how can you see it, right?"

"Hmph, dead boy, I don't care if you see it or not." Monica bit her lip and glared, and waved her fist at Babu, "Let's see if you dare to do bad things in the future."

"I said, you two, don't you pay attention before you flirt routinely, there is still an onlooker here." A faint sigh from the corner interrupted the laughter of the two, and Judy was leaning on the side with her chin propped up, looking at them helplessly, "Also, although I don't want to disturb you, I must remind you, Monica, the stew is almost paste, I don't think I can eat this pot of stew for a while, and the kid will cry to you."

"Ahem." Both of them had red faces, coughed a few times, and looked away in embarrassment. Babu sneered back to his position just now and sat down, one hand unconsciously cutting the cards, looking at everything in front of him for a while, the beating bonfire, the fragrant soup, the expectant partner, the busy woman, a very strange combination, but this moment seems to be extraordinarily coordinated, what Babu saw in his eyes, only felt a warm heart inexplicably, and the smile on his face became softer.

The pot wasn't dry yet, but Monica stopped playing, returned to the fire, scooped a bowl and put it in front of Anna, and put two large chicken legs on her plate. When he left Donggu City, although he insisted on not accepting the reward of the new city lord's family, all kinds of daily supplies were stuffed with half a backpack, and he brought twenty chickens alone, and two chicken legs were nothing at all, fortunately the caravan had antiseptic handbags, otherwise these things would have rotted long ago. Therefore, the four of them can only consume the ingredients with a very luxurious effort, which can be regarded as a happy trouble.

"The little one still seems nervous." After soothing the drooling little Anna, Monica distributed food to everyone again, and then sat down next to Babu, holding the soup bowl and blowing it, and said softly, "I see that she has been paying attention to the handbag and seems to care about the statue, have you asked her?"

"Well, I asked, it shouldn't be a big problem. She just hated the smell of the statue, it was tainted with the scent of some lord or god, and it made her instinctively nervous, but it didn't mean any danger." Babu unconsciously stirred the chicken soup with a spoon, and suddenly looked up and said to Judy, "You are really from the big city, and you are the edge scholar who knows the most about the edge, you mentioned it when you first met, there are very few records of the master of the illusory world, what about the gods??"

Judy held the bowl and was silent for a while, but finally shook her head, sighed and said, "Even in various churches, information about the gods is top secret, and only the highest level of believers can access it, and it is impossible for ordinary people like me to have access to it at all. The only thing I know of is that the official belief in the royal city of Vera is a deity called Sarath, and the rest is only common sense. For example, no matter how high the spiritual resistance is, mortals cannot look directly at the true image of the gods, let alone try to understand, the gods can be seen, because it is not the real image of the gods, but once the image of the gods is spied, even if it is only one ten-thousandth, the Wesley City Lord family you talked about is the best example, madness is almost an inevitable end, the difference is only the degree of madness. That's all I know, you ...... Huh?"

Almost at the same time, the faces of the three normal people in the room changed, because the three of them heard it, from the crack in the window on one side, there was a noisy sound, Monica extinguished the campfire as soon as possible, Babu quickly picked up Anna, plunging the room into darkness, the three of them held their breath and listened, the sound outside seemed to be mixed with the shouts of humans, and at the same time there were energy fluctuations emitted by the activity of mutants.

"Other travelers?" Judy, who was interrupted, did not continue what she had just said, and looked at the windows that had been sealed several layers to block the light from the room, "This time?"

"It's night, the most dangerous time on the edge, and it's certainly not going to be a normal traveler." Monica hesitated for a moment, then gave Babu a questioning look, "See?"

Bábu nodded, and lifted the corner of the oilcloth that closed the window to look out, where there was only a deep darkness shrouded in thick fog, but in the darkness there were indeed a few dim rays of light flickering.

"There really are people." Babu subconsciously lowered his voice, and before he could continue to say anything, a strong fire flashed outside the window, followed by a dull explosion.