When Dover was built, in addition to the natural harbor, it was a nearby white stone mine, which became the main building material of Dover City.

However, as time went on, the stone was mined less and less, and the castle lord's office issued an order that only the white city where mages, scholars and merchants lived could continue to use this stone. For example, in places such as the dock area and the outer city, you can only use cheaper redstone, or green bricks fired on the spot.

The middle-aged mage led the horse, followed by Allegri and the big dog, and they headed east, the terrain getting lower and lower, and the buildings becoming more and more cramped. On both sides of the road, there are no beautiful street trees and flower beds, replaced by vendors and piles of debris.

Allegri finally realized that it was not Dover who was different, but that when he entered the city, he saw his decent robes. Behind the neat and clean white building, there were still slums, and when he stepped on the cobblestone alleys, when he passed by the vulgar coolies and people, the feeling of being a world away made Allegri tremble.

"See the bronze compass over there, sailors' favorite tavern," said Zhanawa, pausing and gesturing his finger, "if you want to inquire about it, this is the perfect place." ”

"Thank you, thank you, sir, you are such a good person. Allegri didn't mind a few more compliments, at least, it was in keeping with his current status.

"Go ahead," the middle-aged mage turned around and walked two steps, then turned back and asked, "Do you still have any money on you?"

"It's gone. Allegri shook his head, it was true, when he was imprisoned in the "Tower of Wind", all the things on his body were stolen.

Zhanava sighed, touched it in his arms for a long time, took out a few silver coins and handed them to him.

Allegri took it. No more, no less, a total of three. On the front is a portrait of a big man, and on the back is a magical six-pointed star.

"A loaf of bread is two copper coins, a glass of ale is five copper coins, and a night's stay in a hotel is about thirty or forty coins," Zanawa patiently advised. "Save some flowers, these should be enough for you for a few days. ”

"Thank you, sir," said Allegri, who had already led his horse away when he looked up again, and hurriedly raised his voice and asked, "My lord, how should I pay you back?"

"No need. Zhanawa waved his hand, though he wasn't a wealthy man for these silver coins. I'm still going to buy a bottle of evening primrose ink.

Allegri grabbed the silver coin, and in his current situation, he had to accept the money, otherwise he would have to sleep on the streets.

Looking at the back of the middle-aged mage, he was moved in his heart and shouted from afar, "My lord, my name is Allegri. I will definitely pay you back. ”

Zanava smiled and nodded slightly. Get on your horse and leave.

A huge city, a vast sea of people, when will we meet next?

******

The sunset is heavy, the lights are on, and the night breeze is blowing. It brings a strong smell of sea.

Therland's construction skills don't look low, and the blue brick buildings on both sides of the roadway are five or six stories high. Allegri looked up like two cliffs, with only a glimmer of blue sky remaining.

One house after another. Dense as a beehive, the ground floor is mostly shops and pubs, bustling and crowded.

Whether it was the farmer outside the city or the street patrol mage inside the city, they all made an excellent impression on Allegri. Perhaps because there has been no war for a thousand years, the people of Thran are mostly mild-tempered and friendly. Of course, there are good and evil people everywhere, and when he cautiously walked into the Copper Compass Tavern, he was reprimanded and told to drive the big dog out.

"This is my pet, it won't bite. Allegri pleaded down.

Hearing this, the waiter with a white pointed face looked grim and asked suspiciously, "Are you a mage?"

"Count...... Right. Allegri nodded uncertainly, his current strength was probably between an apprentice and a beginner.

"Count?" the waiter scoffed, "I don't have a ring on my sleeve, and I dare to say that I am a mage?"

Allegri was silent, and the big dog barked twice, he was also a high-ranking magician, even if he was placed on the island of Thran, it could be converted into seven rings.

"Get out of here, Luben, you kid is a dog-eyed man. The burly man sitting next to him knocked on the table. There was no knife and fork in front of him, but a glass of dark beer, and half a basin of bone sticks with flesh and skin, which he tore directly with his hands, and the soup was dripping, causing Allegri to swallow involuntarily.

"Forget it. The waiter, as if he was a little afraid of him, snorted and walked to the side. It didn't take long for his sharp voice to come again, and I don't know who he was clashing with.

"What do you call it, sir?" Allegri walked into the tavern and nodded gratefully at the big man.

"Sir?" said the big man with a smile as he took a bite of his flesh tendons, "You really look like a down-and-out mage." ”

"Allegri," Allegri pointed to himself, then sighed, "brother, you are right, I am indeed very down. ”

"It's much more pleasing to the ears now," Dahan pushed the meat basin and patted the table, "I'm Logan, you can sit casually." ”

"Squat, Simba. Allegri sat across from him, and the big dog crouched at the table. He swept casually and saw that the bottom floor of this tavern was hundreds of square meters, although it was only twilight, there were also many customers, and the foul language mixed with the aroma of wine and meat rolled in.

"Good obedient big dog. The big man Logan exclaimed, and stretched out his oily hand to touch its head. The big dog glanced at Allegri, and when he saw that he had not given the order to attack, he lowered his head and ducked.

The big man glared, picked out a fat flesh bone from the iron basin, and shook it to seduce. The big dog licked his lips and went to see Allegri again, asking what his master meant.

"Eat. Allegri patted him on the head, and the big dog took the meat and bones in his mouth, and lay down to feast on it.

"Brother, how about selling me ten silver coins?" asked the big man with a slap and flipped it back and forth twice, half-jokingly.

"It saved my life. Allegri explained that he would never sell Simba, and that their lives were still tied together.

"Well, down-and-out mage, what are you doing at the sailor's tavern?" asked Logan as he took a big sip of his beer.

What are you doing here?" Allegri couldn't help but be stunned. Nor could he answer this question himself. On the surface, it was because Zhanawa brought him here, but if there was no kind middle-aged mage, he would be even more confused, in this strange city. He had nowhere else to go.

Looking at him with a sluggish look, Logan shrugged his shoulders, drank all the dark beer, got up and said, "Brother, this half pot of meat will be given to you...... But next time we meet, you'll want to treat me to a drink. ”

******

Gobble up.

Allegri on the table, Simba, the big dog under the table. Eat the half pot of meat cleanly, and there is not even soup left.

With a full burp, Allegri leaned back in his chair and stroked his bulging belly. He wasn't a shipwrecked sailor, so he didn't need to inquire about the whereabouts of his ship, and as for Uncle Brooke's news, he wanted to know, but I'm afraid it was thousands of miles away. Can't get the answer you want.

And a more important question was also placed in front of him. That's when the three silver coins in my hand are gone. How is he going to live?

He had no relatives or friends, all he had was a man and a dog, an oak stick, and a set of tattered clothes.

Magic? in a place like Thran. If you're not even a ring mage, how can you possibly find a job? Don't forget that the Zanawa who patrols the streets is a four-ring mage. As for other jobs, he is even less adept at laying bricks. Can't strike iron, can't cook food, and can't collect sail mooring.

If I had known, I would have learned a few more trades, Allegri sighed. Without his magic power, all the means he could make money, whether it was drawing spell scrolls or concocting alchemy potions, could not be used, and perhaps all that was left was this strength.

He shook his wrist and could feel a surge of power. The "Bright Godhead" still has some effect, at least his body is no longer inferior to that of a mid-level warrior. If he can eat enough every day, his body will be strengthened, and at that time, he can find another way to restore the magic power in his body.

"Master Mage, do you want anything more?" Seeing the big man leaving, the waiter Lu Ben shook back and asked angrily.

"Stout, a glass of beer. Allegri slapped a silver coin on the table, but soon regretted it. The price of dark beer is twice that of ale, so why should you be generous.

I didn't expect this beggar-like guy to really be able to take out the money, Lu Ben was stunned for a while. He thought it was just a rubbing.

"By the way, how much does your room cost a night?" Allegri asked again.

"The guest rooms are divided into three classes, two silver coins per night for the upper class, one silver coin for the medium class, and forty copper coins for the lower class," Lu Ben replied and asked with a smile, "As a mage-sama, I should live in a high-class room, right?"

"No, inferior, I'll stay for two days. Allegri has regained his composure, he has been reduced to this, so why should he be angry with such a villain.

"Ninety copper coins in total," the waiter picked up the silver coin and grinned, "Ten coins of change, is that my tip?"

Allegri nodded, too lazy to bother with him.

The big dog rubbed his legs, and Allegri got up and walked with Luben around the old wooden bar and toward the backyard.

******

Inferior rooms are indeed worthy of the name of "inferior".

On the side of the blue brick and stone building, there is an annex building made of wood. Climbing up the wooden ladder in the courtyard, the floor shook and swayed, and Allegri was really afraid that he would step on the air and fall to the lower floor.

His room was on the fourth floor above the roof, and if he fell, he would definitely break his bones, but there was also a good thing about it, it was relatively dry, and when he opened the window, he could see through the cluttered roof to a sea miles away.

The big dog lay in the corner of the room, his eyes narrowed. Allegri lay heavily on the bed, and there was an unpleasant musty smell coming from the bedding, which had obviously not been washed in a long time.

But anyway, it's a bed. He spread out his hands and feet, kicked off his clogs, forgot to bolt the door, and fell into a deep sleep. After a long day's walk, both people and dogs were tired and tired.

When I fell asleep, the twilight first rose, and when I woke up, it was already full of stars. In the midst of this darkness, Allegri opened his eyes blankly, and suddenly felt an irrepressible loneliness.

If a person is awake, his mental power is bound by the soul. Only when you are about to sleep, wake up in a daze, and get drunk, you are as loose as a reed flower in October, and you are extremely sensitive and sad.

It wasn't until I gradually remembered who I was and where I was, that the sleeping soul returned to the world. Allegri sat up, feeling his whole body aching, and he subconsciously snapped his fingers, wanting to unleash a ball of fire.

But there was no response, and the darkness still surrounded him, and not even the slightest spark was stirred.

Allegri was deflated, helpless and powerless. Nothing, nothing, nothing.

The big dog barked, and in the corner of the house, two clouds of turquoise light lit up. Allegri sat on the edge of the bed, petting the big dog that came over, and muttered, "Why did you have a pair of cat eyes?"

The big dog barked again, probably very dissatisfied. Touching its warm fur, Allegri put on his shoes in the dark, and searched the room for oil lamps or candles, but found nothing.

"You stay here, I'll go out and see. He commanded, pushed open the door, and the wooden door that happened to be opposite it creaked open, and the dim light shone through.

"Huh?" was the woman's voice.

At the first sight of the light, Allegri was forced to squint his eyes, and saw that it was a woman in her twenties, slightly fat, wearing a long colorful dress and gaudy makeup.

"New here?" the woman spoke, her voice crisp, but not unpleasant.

"Ah," Allegri replied vaguely, "where do you get the candles, young lady?"

"Take?" the woman pouted, "Sure enough, it's new, this hellish place, there is nothing in the room, so I have to buy it myself." ”

"I see," Allegri nodded, "thanks for the advice." ”

"I'm going out anyway, I'll give you this half. The woman took the candle from the candlestick, and the corridor was so narrow that only the two of them could walk by mistake, and she leaned forward and handed it over.

By candlelight, Allegri found that she was not ugly, especially with her apricot eyes, but they were too much powder, and the blush on her cheeks was too bright.

"Hey, take it. Seeing that he didn't reach out to take it, the woman shouted impatiently.

"Thank you, thank you. Allegri bowed, almost hitting the door opposite, he had said "thank you" more in the past two days than in the past year.

The woman waved her hand, locked the door, and walked out with a kick, and the figure quickly disappeared.

Allegri set the candle on the only bedside table, the light of the candle dim and rippling. He was stunned, blew out the candle, and lay back on the bed.

… (To be continued......)

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