introduction

New Era, 1720, Los Angeles ghetto

Days of heavy rain had washed away the already dirty dirt roads, the dark and dilapidated streets were deserted, the low, old-fashioned buildings were scattered along the streets, the night breeze was letting in through the gaping holes in the walls and windows, and the snoring of people huddled in the houses echoed in the houses.

A horse-drawn carriage whizzed down the avenue in the distance, its hooves scraping through the mud and sewage. The gas lamps in the carriage shone brightly, reflecting through the windows the streets on both sides, and the misty eyes of the ruined houses looking at the carriage.

The carriage slowed down until it came to a steady halt in a dark alley. The driver in the front seat touched the horse's neck, turned over and got out of the carriage and walked to the front of the carriage, lowering the wooden ladder stuck under the carriage.

The door opened, and a figure was dazzled by the gas lights. The figure stepped out of the carriage and straightened the large-brimmed hat on his head. Looking at the coachman who was bowing to the side, he reached into the pocket of his trench coat and pulled out a few dirty gold coins.

"You don't have to pay. "The Coachman Keeps His Head Down" All transportation services within the empire are still within your purview. ”

"Tsk, hasn't this been canceled yet, it's really meticulous" The figure laughed dryly, and put the gold coins on the ladder of the carriage, "Take it, count it as a tip for you." ”

The coachman glanced up at the figure and bowed lower. He walked a few steps, closed the door, and flipped into the car. There was a crunch, and the carriage headed for the dark path in the distance with a glimmer of light.

The figure stood in front of the alley, the wind howling on either side of him. He shrugged, put his hands in his pockets, and walked into the dark alley.

Chapter 1 The Tavern

In the alley, you can't see your fingers, and the moonlight shines in, and everything is faintly visible. The black cat on the wall had yellow eyes and let out a long whimper.

Deep in the alley, a dilapidated wooden sign hangs from an iron pipe, swaying from side to side in the cold wind. The beer icon on the sign has been worn out for the most part, and the text underneath is completely illegible.

The figure walked to the sign, frowning slightly, he glanced at the large closed wooden door next to the sign, found the doorknob in the dark, and pulled it down.

The wooden door opened, and the light inside the door illuminated the alley for a moment. The figure looked inside, chuckled a few times, and walked into the room. The gate was closed with a backhand, and the alley outside the door was dark again.

Behind the wooden doors is an old European-style bistro, surrounded by dark logs, with a floor with a ringed wood grain, and a few gas lamps hanging from the ceiling illuminating the bar and a few log wine tables. There were only a few people in the room, and they heard the knock of the door and focused their eyes for a few seconds, and then silently continued their work.

The figure took off his trench coat and hung it aside, pulled himself over a chair and sat down at the bar, the overhead light shining on him.

This is a well-proportioned young man with slightly bronzed skin. He wears a shirt and dark trousers, and in his breast pocket is a gold pocket watch, the chain of which glows in the light.

He crossed his gloved hands and slowly looked up with a smile.

"Jue, how are you doing?"

The man named Ah Jue stood behind the bar, his fair face slightly delicate. He glanced coldly at the figure in front of the bar and pulled over the wine vessel on the side.

"Beer or whiskey?" Jue asked in a stiff tone.

"Is there milk tea, I want to drink the kind in the morning market, and put more sugar. "The figure smiled" to be able to go with fries again, tsk, perfect"

“。。。 We're here in a tavern, no" Jue pinched the wooden wine glass on the side, and the green tendons on his hands burst slightly.

"I won't talk about the decoration being so old-fashioned, and the place is going to die. Now tell me that your tavern doesn't have milk tea, what is it called a tavern without milk tea!" The figure made a few exaggerated expressions and patted Jue's shoulder again and again. Look at Jue's temples that are beating gradually. He suddenly smiled and shrunk his neck, "Just kidding, you're still the same." Beer will do, beer will do. ”

Jue took the beer on the side and poured it into the wooden cup, and put it in front of the figure. The wooden glass slammed against the table with a muffled sound, and a few drops of wine spilled. Jue leaned over, squinted his eyes and whispered, "If you have something to say, don't force me to drive people away." ”

"Talking about the right thing, talking about the right thing, I don't know that I only have the right thing in my mouth. Mo Xiao shrugged with a smile and looked down at the wine in his hand, "Anyway, your cup is not clean, I've washed it a few times, why do I seem to see the tartar of the bent dream?"

"Say-Thing-Thing"

"Okay, good, ...... Hey, what about sweet potatoes? Why aren't sweet potatoes there? Wow, you're a local melon "mother" who is willing to let your daughter suffer, wow, you've lost your conscience, wow, there's no humanity ————."

At this time, Jue had already walked out of the bar counter, he picked up the broom on the side, and the blue tendons on his head protruded.

"Haha, wait a minute, wait a minute. Alas, you're still so serious. Mo Xiao took a few steps, took out a box from his pocket and slapped it on the table, "Here, see for yourself." ”