The roads in the slums are so narrow that they can barely accommodate one person.

On both sides of the road were low shacks, some of which had doors, some of which had no doors, and some of which were just covered with a rag.

As Herag walked along the path, a number of yellow-skinned children came out and stared at him in a daze.

That kind of look is very uncomfortable.

Herag thought for a moment before he remembered what kind of look he had.

That's the look in the hunter's eyes when he locks onto his prey.

This kind of look appears on such a young child, and the meaning behind it is not ordinary.

What made Herag even more concerned was that he felt like he had arrived at the lair of the Abyssal Cultists.

Along the way, I have met many people who have the aura of the abyss plane on their bodies.

There were so many that even Herag wondered if they realized that they were already Abyssal cultists.

If these people are all spontaneous Abyssal cultists, then the Mozambi slums are definitely a big problem.

Of course, even if they didn't do it voluntarily, it would already be a big hassle here.

"Hey, handsome guy~" A scantily clad woman on the side of the road whistled at Khrag.

Perhaps it was the thin-skinned, tender-skinned, white and pure man like Herag who was rare to see here, so many women stared at him along the way.

The more daring ones are like the woman on the side of the road, directly greeting and teasing.

What's more, he even showed ...... to Herag.

Every time Herag encountered such a situation, he could only smile helplessly.

Naturally, he didn't react, and none of the people here looked clean.

It's literally clean, and 100% of people's faces look like they haven't been washed in a long time.

This shows how unhygienic conditions are here.

Herag didn't want to get sick for some reason.

It's been sunny days, but the roads inside the Mozambi slums seem to be perpetually muddy.

Walking on the road, there is always the sound of stepping on muddy ground on a rainy day.

Herag glanced at his leather boots, which Rose had bought for herself, and were covered in mud.

Asir led Hellag deeper into the heart of the Mozambian slums.

Asir didn't say a word along the way, just led the way, and he didn't seem to want to talk to Herag either.

Herag looked around, and he could see a series of low shacks, like the ocean.

In the distant sky, you can see some tall buildings, which are the bustling area of Silvermoon City.

"I can see it here."

Herag found that even in the center of the slums, he could clearly see the magnificent buildings in the distance.

These people live in such poor conditions in the slums every day, and when they look up, they can see the places where the upper class of Silvermoon City live and play, and they don't know how they feel.

Herag continued to walk some distance, and he knew he was almost there.

Because the feet have become clean, hard stone paths, no longer muddy paths.

Looking up, this is a rare clean place in the slum, and the road surface is very neat, and you can tell that someone must be cleaning it at any time.

Not far away, a mansion lay quietly, the tall gate of which was out of place in the slum atmosphere, giving Herrag the illusion that he was not in the slum.

Asir came to the door, and after knocking, someone opened it.

"Get in." Asir turned around and walked in on his own, not bothering to glance at Herag.

Herag looked at the back of the kid's head, resisted the urge to go up and knock lightly, and walked in to see what kind of medicine was sold in the gourds of these people.

Franz's house was bigger than it looked from the outside, and Gerag had a long way around before he came to a small courtyard.

There was only Franz in the courtyard, and he sat on a chair.

Next to the chair is a round table with a bottle of red wine and three wine glasses.

"Mr. Herag is here, sit down." Franz gestured to another chair next to the round table, which was reserved for Helag.

Herag was not polite, and walked over and sat down with a big grin.

Franz didn't speak, but picked up the bottle of red wine on the round table, and said slowly: "This bottle of red wine was bought for me by that boy from Brown, and I heard that it cost a lot of money, and I haven't drunk it, so I just put it there." It wasn't until he died that I remembered that there was such a bottle of wine. ”

"By the way, Mr. Herag, Brown is the guy you killed, and you don't know his name."

Franz said to himself, uncorked the bottle and poured red wine into three glasses, as if to say something inconsequential.

"Oh, his name is Brown." Herag smiled.

Franz nodded: "He's a nice boy, he's always worked hard, was he in pain before he died?" ”

Herag pondered, "It shouldn't be painful. ”

He recalled that when Brown died, it was quite crisp, and he was directly evaporated by a punch.

I just don't know if the huge psychological shock is considered painful.

Franz placed the poured glass of red wine in front of Herag and said, "That's good, that's good." ”

Three glasses of red wine, one for Franz and Herag, and one on the round table, and no one moved.

"Taste it?" Franz glanced at Herag, then took a sip of the red wine in his glass.

Herag glanced at the glass of red wine, the color was mellow, and at first glance it was not ordinary.

He smiled, tilted his head and drank it, leaving not a drop left.

"I thought Mr. Herag wouldn't dare drink it." Franz laughed.

"I dare to come, how can I not dare to drink. Say, if you ask me to do something, I won't really help you set up the witch array. Herag placed his glass on the round table indifferently.

Franz leaned directly back in his chair and seemed relaxed: "I just wanted to ask, how did Brown die?" ”

"It's very simple, I punched you to death." Herag said solemnly.

Franz shook his head: "Impossible. When he reached the abyss plane, he was at least a second-level wizard, how could he be killed by a punch. ”

"That's the way it is, believe it or not, it's my business." Herag didn't bother to explain anything to him, and said bluntly.

"You're looking for death?" Asir stared at Herag angrily, ready to rush up and punch Herag.

Herag glanced at Asir, turned back and asked, "Who is this, it doesn't seem to have any brains." ”

Asir was completely furious, and his muscles tensed all over.

"Asir." Franz shouted unhurriedly, and Asilton suppressed his anger, but his chest still rose and fell violently, obviously angry.

(End of chapter)