Early the next morning, Herag took a horse-drawn carriage to the slums of Mozambi to the west.

He lives in the east, far from the slums of Mozambia.

Three carriages were changed along the way, not because the coachman was reluctant to go that far, but because Herag did not want to take the carriage directly from the east to reach the Mozambian slums.

That way it would be too easy for others to find out, and they could directly find out where he came from.

To be cautious, Herag changed trains once he had reached a certain distance, so that at least the new coachman could not be sure where he had come from.

The carriage did not run at full speed in Silvermoon City, and it took four hours to reach the west near the slums of Mozambi.

After Herag got out of the car, he quickly felt that the painting style in front of him was different from the rest of Silvermoon City.

Elsewhere in Silvermoon City, even in the civilian areas, the streets are at least clean and tidy.

Most of the buildings are tall, and the exterior walls are clean, making it very pleasant to look at.

But in Mozambique, before officially stepping into the slum area, you can already see garbage all over the ground.

As soon as the wind blows, garbage rolls on the ground.

There was a stench in the air, sometimes stronger, sometimes lighter.

There are no tall buildings around, and most of them are low-rise houses.

Even tall buildings tend to be dilapidated.

When Herag saw the environment in front of him, he had the illusion that he had arrived at a garbage dump.

The environment here is obviously unmaintained, and it is not known whether it is not maintained by anyone, or if it is deliberately so, in line with the status of the slum.

The mental outlook of the people here is also very different from the rest of Silvermoon City.

Herag looked around and saw that many of them had sad faces, and their wrinkled foreheads seemed to have solidified, always wrinkled, as if they had never been stretched.

This kind of expression shows that it has been going on for many years, not for a while.

Many people carry some garbage on their backs, some of which they pick out and can be sold for money, and some of which seem to be ready to be kept for themselves.

The Mozambi slum has one of the largest garbage dumps in Silvermoon City, right next to the slum.

This is one of the reasons why there is garbage everywhere on the streets.

A lot of garbage is dumped here every day, and many slum dwellers go to the garbage dump every day to pick up garbage to keep themselves afloat.

Herag found that the people here were generally yellow-faced and thin-skinned, and they had never seen ruddy faces.

Moreover, there are many people with big bellies, which means that they have a serious disease, and it is related to their usual eating habits.

Only when even the most basic hygiene is a problem can so many people have a big belly.

As he walked down the street, he noticed that the people around him were always looking at him with blank interest.

He suddenly realized that he was too out of place here.

Neat clothes, fabrics that are worth a lot at first glance, and a healthy complexion.

Everything shows that Herag is a healthy and normal person.

But normal people are here, not normal.

Herag realized that it was basically impossible for him to investigate anything here now.

Because I'm too abrupt here, the goal is too obvious.

I'm afraid that before he gets far, the news will reach the slums of Mozambia.

Herag thought for a moment, stopped the carriage that was about to leave, and got into the carriage and left the place.

Although the coachman was puzzled, he would not ask much if he had money to make, but he was just a noble adult who came here with curiosity, and regretted it when he saw the garbage on the ground after landing.

Occasionally, some residents from other parts of Silvermoon City would come over out of curiosity, but without exception they all regretted it.

The smell wafting through the air alone is enough to make many people unbearable.

Khrag chose to go back, he wanted to come back when he was ready.

In addition to his clothes, he was going to change his face and not be there as he was now.

Herag thought of a situation if there were many Abyssal cultists in the slums.

Once you investigate on your own and are noticed by these Abyss Cultists, it will be easy to find out your own information, and then it will be easy to be hacked.

Herag didn't want to put himself in danger, he couldn't defend himself against thieves for a thousand days.

Once these people are concerned, it will be a lot of trouble.

Herag himself was fine, but now that he had Rees by his side, he had to think more about Reis.

In any case, at least Rees can't be implicated, and she is responsible for her safety.

When Herag returned home, he quickly began to concoct a potion called the Changeling.

It is a first-order potion that allows the user to transform into anyone he wants to become.

But there is one limitation, and that is that it cannot be transgendered.

A man can only become a man, and a woman can only become a woman.

Concocting potions was not a difficult task for Herag, and the materials for the Changeling Potions were readily available, as they were some of the most common potion materials.

Five hours later, Herag had an extra vial of purple solution in his hand, which was the Potion of the Changeling, which had been successfully refined.

"What are you going to become?" Rees asked, curious.

"Feel free, but potions can't be drunk at home, and I'll use them when I'm out, so you won't see my changed appearance." Herag laughed.

Directly changed his appearance at home, so if he went out and was seen, he would leave a clue.

At least I got to the city center, and I had to find a place where no one was around to take the potion.

At that time, no one will know you, and you won't know where you came from, so there is no way to find out.

"Well, it's a pity."

Reese felt a little regretful, and then began to put on Herag's makeup.

In order to make Herag look more like a person near the slums, Rees went out of her way to buy some second-hand clothes made of very poor materials and smelly.

Herag didn't mind this, but was even more pleased, so that he could fit the identity of the person over there.

After Raiss had dressed him up for a while, Herag's face had become much more sallow, and he looked as if he was malnourished.

After completing his disguise, Herag went out and went to the Mozambian slum again.

Passing through the city center, Herag found an inn and took the Changeling Potion.

Herag's body shape changed rapidly, becoming a little shorter, and his facial features were completely different.

Herag looked in the mirror and touched his face, which he had changed in his memory by looking for a random face.

This face is from a previous life, and if he remembers correctly, this person seems to be called Leonardo.

After taking the potion, Herag changed into new clothes, and then left the inn without anyone noticing.

He stood on the side of the road and hailed a carriage, and the driver looked at him with some suspicion: "To Mozambi? That's a lot of money. ”

"Here you go." Herag hesitated, then pulled out five foul silver coins.

(End of chapter)