It's a small city, a very small town, and when it comes to being a town, it doesn't have the appearance and scale that a city should have. In fact, it was a temporary base for business travel, and from here it was sixty kilometres west to the harbour of Belgaga, and for this reason it was quite lively on weekdays, with many shops lining the streets, but most of them were restaurants and wineries, and there were seven or eight inns.

Alice arrived two days later at 10 a.m. Western Time, and after two days of relaxing on the beachfront in Belga, she set off on her new journey early this morning.

Speaking of the country of Adria, because it is located in the remote west of the main continent, the ethnic and racial composition of the country is relatively complex, in addition to the human race that accounts for 6 percent of the population, there are also dwarves who account for 2 percent of the population, a small number of green Songke, and the Inhumans who live near the coastline, that is, the Haichao people. Of the two dwarven groups, the vast majority are the Phocelo dwarves who have lived here for generations, while dwarves such as Neandertha have moved here later.

And in this improvised midway town, many of the people who do business here are non-human races, and it is precisely because of this difference between the races that this place is very mixed, and there are often fights caused by quarrels.

After entering the city, Alice walked around, the town was not big, there was nothing to visit, so she picked up an open-air restaurant that looked good on the street to eat.

By noon, the sun was poisoning, and although it was not yet the height of summer, the scorching sun had made the streets less noisy. This is the time for lunch break. Even the old yellow dog, covered with leprosy, lay motionless under the shady tree, and only looked at the passers-by with its squinting eyes. After this short period of time, the streets will become noisy again.

Alice ordered a melon rice, then two more snacks to relieve the heat, and the juice was lychee juice mixed with a small amount of wine. With a table alone and a sunshade umbrella over your head, dining in such an environment is also comfortable.

Recently, there have not been many business trips, the restaurants on both sides of the street are not full, and the open-air restaurant where Alice is located has only three tables of customers. Except for her. A long table sits five guests. These five people all brought parcels and luggage, weapons and armor, but they were not the kind of merchants who carried their own goods and gathered together in three or two. Nor does it look like a mercenary who goes on a mission in a squad. There was only one person at the other table. The man is middle-aged. I ordered a lot of things, but my mind was not entirely focused on the food, but kept looking into the streets. It's like waiting for someone.

Alice is carefully observing these people, not that there is anything wrong with these people, but that she is exercising her eyesight to see people, which is also one of her daily lessons. However, Alice's observation was soon discovered by the middle-aged man who was at the table alone, and he stared at Alice, as if there was a warning and the intention to judge the identity of the other party. However, it was clear that he did not find anything in Alice to his disadvantage, so he continued to eat absent-mindedly.

At this time, a caravan of camels carrying a full load of goods ran into the streets of the town, because of the large number of people, the long caravan extended for about half a street, and the owners of the nearby taverns and restaurants rushed to entertain and solicit business. The middle-aged man in the same restaurant as Alice craned his neck, looking for someone in the caravan. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand to greet the camel caravan, "Hey cousin, I'm here." ”

A man with a big bald head in the caravan looked over to this side, beckoned, and turned back to the leader of the caravan and said, "I've troubled you all this time, but let us go along the way, and invited us to enjoy food and wine." ”

The leader of the camel team smiled: "Where, our caravan has always liked to make friends, and when we encounter difficulties on the way, we will lend a helping hand, and your abilities have also helped us a lot along the way, helping each other." ”

The big bald head smiled and said, "You will continue to rush to the harbor in a while, and we will separate here, goodbye." ”

"Goodbye. ”

After bidding farewell to the caravan, the big bald head took a few of his people to the restaurant where his cousin stayed, and a few of them ordered some more food and began to chat, telling about the hard work of these days.

The middle-aged man who was called his cousin was the first to say, "Why did you come back so late, I've been waiting for you for months." ”

The big bald head who was called his cousin said with a look of hatred: "Don't say it, I encountered some trouble on the way, otherwise I would have come back a long time ago, and I don't need to ask you to come here to meet." ”

The cousin frowned: "What's the matter, can make you so angry." ”

The bald cousin lowered his voice and said, "It's all because of the extreme sword of the Christine family that I told you in the letter." The mercenaries spread the word that the Extreme Sword had been seized by us, and we encountered many people who were making trouble for us along the way. If I hadn't hid in this group of caravans later, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to get here. ”

It turned out that this person was none other than Gordon, the hunter who had captured the Bimoyer Extreme Sword in the Warcraft Forest. And this middle-aged man called his cousin is none other than the leader of the Death Mafia, the leader of the Death Mafia that was broken up by the Criminals' Gate.

Ever since the Dead Mafia was broken up by the Prisoner's Gate and Mafia herself was saved by Sofina, he has been trying to get in touch with his cousin Gordon in the hope of reuniting his forces for revenge. It's just that Gordon was leading a team hunting in the Warcraft Forest more than a year ago, and Maffia has not been able to get in touch until October last year. Since then, Gordon has been plagued by the troubles brought by the extreme sword, and has been forced into danger by the people who came to seize the sword several times, so that the journey on the road has been delayed, and it is not until today that the two finally meet in this small town.

Because this small city is located in a remote area, people from prosperous places in the center of the mainland rarely come here, so the two of them are not so scruples in talking, eating while talking about their own situation.

After listening to what Mafia said, Gordon said: "I also know some of the Prisoner's Gate you mentioned, it is a deep-rooted evil force in St. Vickya, they can survive there for so long, they must have their own power network, cousin, it is really unwise for you to provoke them." ”

Mafia said angrily, "It's not that I'm trying to provoke them, it's that they've found me. Now that the death that I had worked so hard to build up had been destroyed by them, I couldn't swallow it. ”

Gordon said: "Then what are you going to do? In terms of strength, I'm just a hunter, although I have some connections and know some people, but those people don't say that they can ask for move." What's more, now that all your subordinates have run away, you are alone, and the people who funded you back then have abandoned you, how can you take revenge?"

Maffia buried her head in the food on the table, and her heart couldn't help but be dull. thinks that he used to be a figure who was also on one side, but now he has fallen to this, how can the hatred in his heart be eliminated.

Gordon was equally silent, just tapping his fingers on the table. At this time, Tagore on the side suddenly spoke, and he asked: "By the way, Mafia, the person who financed you, Hillary, you don't know his background?"

Mafia shook her head: "I also sent someone to investigate his identity and background, but I didn't find anything, and they sincerely funded me at that time, and I didn't pay too much attention to his background." ”

Tagore sighed regretfully: "This person is so mysterious and has a lot of money, his background must not be simple." If you know the identity behind him, you may be able to find him again and get his help. ”

The three of them looked at each other for a moment, and then Gordon suddenly said, "Maybe you don't need to know his identity to find him." ”

When Mafia heard this, she hurriedly asked, "Oh, how do you say that?"

Gordon said with a gloomy face: "You think, that person spent a lot of money on you, asking you to do so many things for him, but now it hasn't been done, do you think he might just give up?"

Maffia's eyes lit up, "You mean he'll come back to me?"

"Of course. Gordon said: "Since he can't give up those unfinished business, the place occupied by the Prisoner's Gate, the location of the three underground vaults, his conflict with the Prisoner's Gate is inevitable." ”

Mafia was a little worried, "But according to what you said, it's been so long, why hasn't he sent someone to me until now?"

Gordon laughed, "If he doesn't come to you, won't you go to him? Since he won't give up those three vaults, you know how to find him, maybe he's waiting for you to find him." ”

Maffia was relieved when she heard Gordon say this, and shook her glass happily: "As long as you give me a chance to make a comeback, it doesn't matter if you become a pawn used by others." I still have to be the once illustrious Death Mafia. ”

Between the two tables, Alice couldn't hear what the people were whispering about, and the street was quieter at noon, but it was still noisy. Of course, Alice didn't deliberately want to eavesdrop on what others said, her mind was now all focused on one thing, that is-Dragon Zero!

The lunch break was quickly over, and the streets became more crowded again, and the noise was even louder than before, and the customers in the restaurant came and went. Alice picked up her simple luggage, settled the bill, and followed the flow of people to the other end of the street, quickly disappearing into the crowd.

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Under the sunset, a lifeless young man, carrying a lifeless sarcophagus on his back, walked slowly along the country road, he walked very slowly, but never stopped, tireless, just walked like this...... Walking...... Until you come to the end of the sunset, you disappear...... (To be continued......)