"Everlist."

Speaking to the crystal ball and pronouncing the name accurately, Mogan waited for a moment.

Stardust continued to rise and fall, not gathering or showing the way. Lucifer's conjecture was correct, and Everlist, who was one hundred and twenty-nine years old, was not credited with it.

He didn't get the most desired result, and Mogan wasn't disappointed.

Just try, lose nothing, make nothing.

Something that is common.

In the previous exercise, Mogan used Lucifer as an example, the great magician of Winter in the kingdom of Crowley, and the stardust in the crystal ball did point to the southeast, and the seashore on the other side of the continent was facing the direction of the kingdom of Crowley.

So Mogan didn't suspect that he had made a mistake. He searched his mind for any other characters over the age of 100, and then, perhaps because someone had mentioned it too many times recently, he pronounced the first name that came to mind.

Silvio...... Silvio the Dragon. ”

Dragons usually don't have a surname, and the people of Dragon Valley sometimes use the word "Demon Dragon" as a surname, supposedly because they find it quite domineering and intimidating to read.

According to Lucifer, the crystal ball contains the magic that left the imprint and the name given when the spell was recited. However, Mogan didn't know which faction his blood uncle was, so he remembered this little thing, so he simply used two.

The stardust suddenly coalesced, clustering towards a south-western direction.

Mogan judged.

That's right, it's where the Valley of the Magic Dragon is located. But for some reason, he noticed that the stardust seemed to be positioned slightly downward.

He was now by the sea, at an altitude close to zero, and even if the Demon Dragon Valley was inland, it would not be below it. But just a casual try, who knows if Uncle Cheap is digging a hole in the ground to sleep, and Mo Gan didn't take it to heart.

There is a saying in the Kingdom of Cole that no one knows if a dragon digging in the earth is burying people, digging graves, or hiding treasure.

According to the impromptu change plan, the place he is now going to is the town of Apols.

Located on the north side of the port of Saint-Lun, also adjacent to the beach, the town of Apols is home to most of the people who come and go to the port of Saint-Lun.

The central line connecting the two districts happens to be where the Pandora Bazaar is located. In a way, the town is also similar to the "family quarter" of Pandora's Bazaar, and it is also the place where the people of the noisy, crowded port of Saint-Lyon rest.

Nestled at the foot of the mountain, although it does not have the beautiful flower landscape of Windsor, the town of Apols has its own advantages.

Close to the port, close to the market, forest and ocean landscape coexist, and the noise does not affect people's resting life.

The address Frank gave earlier was above the town's inn. It follows common sense that you have to be familiar with the places you are introduced, and the stall owner Kalman Fleming, who is close to Mogan, should have lived in the neighborhood himself.

Mogan's trip was not to steal his home, but to find some clues and get a chance before the morning. He pretended to be an ordinary traveler who was lost because of the staggered roads, and stopped at the town gate to look east and west.

The image finally caught the attention of the gatekeeper.

"What do you need, a passenger?"

Even the guards of the town of Apols have been infected with the etiquette of serving customers, which is enough to see the composition of the personnel of this town.

"I'd like to ask, Boss Kalman Fleming......"

Seeing that the other party's expression immediately became vigilant, Mo Gan was prepared and calmly accepted the second half of the sentence, but the meaning of the whole paragraph took a big turn.

“…… Was the younger brother recently taken in, a teenager named Frank, placed nearby? ”

The words turned smoothly and paused appropriately, as if he just wanted to pause and gasp for breath when he spoke.

Morganco is always ready for both. At the same time, he also secretly added two labels to this nameless gatekeeper in his heart:

Familiar with Kalman Fleming, vigilant.

Naturally, Boss Fleming also suffered, but only put a reinforcement symbol on the original label:

Widely connected.

"The fifteen or sixteen-year-old one, you say?" The gatekeeper's expression suddenly relaxed a lot, "He should be in the hotel?" I didn't know much specifically, except that Mr. Fleming brought him over and told us that this was his new apprentice and that he would be able to admit it later. ”

Mogan gave a false smile with a perfect arc, "That's fine." I was a friend of one of his older brothers, and I was specifically approached to see if the kid was lying. In other words, this Fleming boss shouldn't be a bad person, right? ”

"Of course not!"

Hearing this suspicion, the gatekeeper perked up and immediately became unhappy, and the words came over with a crackle.

"Boss Fleming is a great man......"

Listening with a friendly and humble expression, and nodding his head to the rhythm of the story, Mogan added another label to Boss Fleming:

The prestige is high.

After listening to a long list of compliments, Mogan first turned around and left, actually leaving the doorman's line of sight for a circle, then returning to the blind spot of vision, and finally directly climbed over the wall into the town of Apols.

The gatekeeper did not stop him when he approached, which meant that there was no curfew, and he could not go in directly under the pretext of visiting.

But make sure you don't impress the gatekeeper too much, and let that impression feed back into facts that you might be able to give to Kalman Fleming. The turning point just now is also for this point, but it is to transform "need to explain" into "can be explained", and now it is to transform "can be explained" into "completely unnecessary", so that Mogan can basically rest assured.

The architecture of the town of Apols has a kind of "half-section" style, combining the same trees and town houses in the dense forest not far away, and the existence of each other in the same area without interfering with each other, coupled with good road planning, to achieve a strange harmony.

The houses are evenly arranged, with different structures, separated by walls, and the bricks and tiles should have not been updated for a while from the perspective of materials and traces, and the floor height is basically two to three floors, which is the best height for both beauty and practicality.

The most distinctive, and the most expressive of the town's pragmatism, are the inconspicuous oil lamps on both sides of the road.

The light from the lamp was even dimmer than that of a normal oil lamp, and the experienced Mogan could tell at a glance that the fuel was actually a special fuel made from discarded cinders that were not burned thoroughly enough by some cargo ships, and that were left over because they were not pure enough to use.

The proximity to the port is naturally the most economical way to obtain fuel.

The planners of the town's construction not only carried out general waste use, but also adapted the spacing of the lamps to the intensity of the light, and the slightly older lamps were specially customized, closer to each other than ordinary street lights, but did not waste light in vain.

Obviously, he had a foresight, and at the beginning of the establishment of the town, he took into account the idea of recycling the waste of cargo ships to make street lamp fuel.

As a businessman who is good at calculating profits and saving money, Mogan appreciates this shrewdness, but he doesn't have the time to look at it in detail.

He's going to find Frank.

Of course, Mogan remembered the address where Frank was, and he didn't even need to find someone to show him the way.

Because there is only one place in the whole town that looks like a hotel.

Frank was still rubbing his eyes, sleepy, not even realizing that someone had come to visit.

But no matter how much he got up, he woke up after opening the door, and he was very sober and thorough.

It's like a basin of cold water falling from his head, directly soaking the soles of his feet!

"Why are you here?!"

"Sorry to disturb your sleep." Mogan was very polite, and at the same time took out two hundred guilders, "This is your payment." ”

Frank's eyes widened, and he didn't react for a moment.

"Take me to Boss Fleming's residence, don't worry, I'm just looking, no malice."

"The more you say that, the more uneasy I become," Frank muttered, "to do such a thing in the middle of the night, even if I say you'll have to take one with me." It's not that I said, what do you want to do by asking so many questions? ”

"I want to do business with Boss Kalman."

Frank glanced down, "I really don't believe it, you're too perfunctory......"

Another person may think that he is going to sit on the ground and raise the price, but Mogan doesn't think so.

"You may want a promise - then I'll give you one. I swear in the honor of my Mogan Grande and my family that you will not endanger the safety of Kalman Fleming and his family by asking you to help me find the residence of Boss Fleming. ”

The results of the same rhetoric often need to vary from person to person.

"Seriously?"

Frank opened his mouth, as if he was so convinced of the promise that he almost had the words "I believe" written on his face.

This reaction was expected by Mogan.

Because what may seem like a very naïve condition in one person can make sense in the presence of another.

Mogan was able to make correct judgments, mainly because he could see a lot of things and meet a lot of people.

For example, Frank is not simply afraid of him, and every reaction is very large, and it is more of a newly established conditioned reflex. With such a foundation, he can now open his mouth to question himself, which means that Frank subconsciously believes that Mogan is not an outlaw fanatic who kills people and arsons at will.

As for not trying to make money, even if someone who is poor and destitute encounters this kind of thing, the first thing to do is to take the money first.

Frank's first thought was that Fleming was good to him and gave him a chance to work, and Mogan didn't look like a real bad guy - even when he first met him, Mogan was out of control and choked his neck.

In fact, Ragan understands that Frank is just grateful that he held him at the time and didn't let him be a thief.

The essence of a person cannot be completely changed by being poor for a few days, Frank can know how to be grateful, not greedy for money, and even a bit of a good person in nature.

It's not perfect, but if you change someone, like Mogan, who gives an opportunity to be grateful, but actually has bad intentions, it's going to be a big problem—but it's true that Frank can have this kind of brain circuit, at least it's not easy.

But Frank is lucky, and the future is not so dangerous.

Before his hard-won qualities had completely deteriorated, he had met a noble man like Boss Fleming. In the future, if you keep him as an apprentice, have more contact, and appropriately "get close to the ink", I think he can also learn some skills to be wary of bad guys.

And such a person happened to be grateful to Mogan, although he didn't say it.

- This is a windfall.

However, Mogan did not take it as an easy case to recur, so he felt that his conditioned reflex at that time would definitely bring good things.

There are mainly few people like Frank who are dizzy for a while, but actually have a concept.

There is another point to emphasize.

Mogan was convinced that it was just that the facts had developed like this in order, and that the facts that were not supposed to have been the way they should have just happened to find him.