The coachman took the silver coin and wiped the filth with his sleeve with some disgust.

He glanced at Herag and felt something strange.

Although Herag looks okay, he doesn't look like a rich man at all.

What's more, it's better to go to the Mozambi slums, where the rich don't go.

The people on the other side of the Mozambian slums would not go there by horse-drawn carriage, and they could not afford to pay a full five silver coins, so the coachman was not sure what Herag was up to for a while.

Herag ignored him and got into the car on his own.

The coachman didn't think much about it, put away the silver coins and started driving.

"Just stop at Hogland Street, you don't have to go to the Mozambi slums." Herag added when he got into the car.

"Holo." The coachman answered.

Hoglan Avenue is located outside the Mozambi slums, some distance from the Mozambian side, and it takes about half an hour to walk.

It's a civilian area, just next to the Mozambian slums.

The slums of Mozambi are sometimes moved out of the slums if they are more developed, and Hoglan Street is a good place to go.

The reason why Herag let the coachman there was because he thought that there would be no slum people to take the carriage to the Mozambian slums.

People there don't travel like that.

Hoglan Street, on the other hand, is more reasonable, and the people there are not as poor as those in the slums of Mozambia.

Many people even deliberately spend a lot of money to go back in a carriage for the sake of good face, in order to show that they are good at mixing well and can show off in front of their neighbors.

……

After getting off the bus on Hogland Street, Herag looked around.

It's not like the slums of Mozambique, where it's littered with garbage, sewage and foul smells.

But it's not that clean either, there is still a lot of stolen goods on the ground, and it's muddy, far less than the rest of Silvermoon City, and worse than most civilian areas.

After getting out of the car this time, no one paid attention to him anymore, and he was dressed like the people around him.

Hellag lowered his head and turned on the deep blue environmental detection.

He scanned the places he passed and kept an eye on his surroundings as he slowly approached the Mozambi slum area.

More than twenty minutes later, Herag arrived again in the Mozambian slums, a few hundred metres away from where he had last dismounted.

Ahead is a large area of low shacks, with many entrances and narrow paths.

The path is winding, and it's hard to see where it leads from the outside.

Through the deep blue environmental sounding, Herag observed that these trails were the main roads in the slums of Mozambi.

Each path is extremely narrow and can barely accommodate one person.

These mesh-like paths are connected and almost form a labyrinth, and it's easy to get lost if you're not a local.

Due to the limited detection range of the deep blue environment, Herag could only see some of the terrain in the outer areas, and could not observe further down.

Herag wasn't going to walk in for himself, after all, he was a fresh face and could easily be noticed.

In such a large area of slums, a person entering it is like a wave falling into the sea, and it can't turn up a single wave.

Although he is a first-level liquefaction wizard, he also has a little self-confidence.

But knowing that there might be Abyssal Cultists in it, he still can't take risks easily.

Once encountering some special means, even Herag is very likely to not be able to get out.

If he had landed in the slums of Mozambia, it would have been a hassle to come up with it.

This is a place that Thrantil doesn't want to interfere with.

Herag walked some distance on the outskirts of the Mozambian slums, relying on deep blue environmental detection to record what could be detected.

But the Mozambi slums are flanked on either side by two rivers of stinking water, with a series of low-slung shacks on the opposite side and unobstructed flat land on the other side.

There were no people here, and if Herag dared to walk over and look at the slums from afar, he would easily be noticed.

That is, Herag is on the outskirts of the Mozambian slum and can only observe a corner of this side.

He didn't know anything about the larger area inside.

Gerag glanced at the tavern next to him, and wanted to go in and think about how to investigate.

It turned out to be full of foul-smelling drunks, and they were clearly very familiar with each other.

When Herag, a stranger, enters, it will inevitably attract attention and cause some unnecessary trouble.

He immediately gave up on the idea of entering the tavern.

Herag paced, thinking.

When I passed by an alley, I looked into the alley.

He found the alley full of garbage, filled with the smell of foul smell and decay, and several crows were standing on the garbage heap looking for something to eat.

Herag suddenly had some thoughts.

A few minutes later, a crow flew up from the alley and flew across the endless sky.

In a deserted corner, Herag leaned against the wall with half a bottle of wine in his hand, sipping like the usual drunks here.

Herag seems to be a frustrated drunk, drunken man who dreams of death, but in fact, his mind is on the crow flying in the air.

Animism, the spells of the elves, can communicate with all living creatures.

Herag temporarily manipulated the crow's body and controlled it to fly over the slums of Mozambia.

When using the spell of animism, Herag could not use the dark blue environment detection on the crow, nor could he sense the breath of the abyssal plane.

He just wanted to quickly fly over the slums of Mozambi and let the deep blue record what he saw, forming a complete map image of the slums.

In this way, we can at least get a rough idea of the topography and location distribution inside the slum.

The problem is that it is impossible to know how many Abyssal Cultists there are inside the slums.

The crow flew quickly overhead, and there was no useful clue information to be seen, and there was not much to analyze.

While Herag was maneuvering the crows to fly over Mozambique, Franz was holding a scoop in the yard and scooping water from a nearby bucket to water the flowers.

As the crow flew by, Franz looked up at the crow and watched it go away.

Brown stood aside, saw Franz looking at the crow flying by, and asked, "My lord, is there anything unusual?" ”

Franz shook his head, did not look at the crow again, but continued to water the flower.

As he watered, he said, "It's nothing, it's just an eye." The people of Serantir were always like this, flying over our heads from time to time, as if that would be in keeping with their high status. ”

(End of chapter)