Arthur got dark, gave a gentle kiss to the sleeping Kaye, and walked out the door alone. He didn't want to go through too much parting anymore, so he left quietly.

After looking back at the familiar hut, he sighed, and was about to turn into a crow, when a figure came out, took out a large package, and placed it beside him, it was Aven. Inside are the things that Ai Wen has been preparing for a long time, but they are nothing more than some special food and home-brewed wine.

Arthur put the package into the ring, took a deep look at the old man in front of him, and finally turned into a crow and flew towards a new distance, and at some point Kaye leaned against the window, looking at Arthur's departing figure, and unconsciously burst into tears.

I'm afraid of being stuck in one place, so I'm so persistent in wanting to go far away. It takes courage to stay, but to leave, you only need to lift your legs. In the end, who is a warrior and who is a coward, only one's own heart can understand.

"But the architecture of the City of Art is really strange!" said Arthur's crow, which circled twice over the city. If the construction of the tower gate is said to be everything in order to plan neatly and facilitate trade as the core. Then the city is weird, with all kinds of roads twisting and turning, and buildings all kinds of things. Arthur even saw a tower that resembled a male officer. Later, I heard that the builder of this tower was to express his admiration for the thing.

It's not like the capital of art, it's more like the capital of weirdness. But when you consider that for hundreds of years this place has been managed by the laziest and irresponsible dragons, you can understand the current situation here.

When Arthur landed down an alley, turned into a human form, patted his clothes and walked out. Immediately thundered, because there were people running naked, and it was a group of people, and one of them stopped to invite Arthur to join them.

Arthur asked curiously, "What are you doing here?"

The man proudly said: "This is art, in order to resist the shackles of clothing, to return to the true humanity!"

By the time he was about to go on, Arthur had already walked away, knowing that there was also so-called "performance art" in the world. ”

The houses on both sides of the street also opened Arthur's eyes, and all kinds of graffiti were colorful, and some of them were even very standard. Pull a man to ask about the location of the city lord's mansion, and the man immediately declares to Arthur that the city lord here is a fool.

Arthur said to himself: I don't know if you would say that when Abel turned into a dragon and stood in front of you, but when Arthur declared that he was looking for the greatest fool in the world, the man immediately pointed out to him the location of the city lord's mansion. Not surprisingly, it's also a castle, but the architectural style is a bit dull and silly compared to other buildings in the city.

The guards at the gate watched the surroundings closely, as if someone was going to attack the place at any moment. However, when Arthur reported his name, someone quickly went in to report it, and soon received an order to allow him to enter.

As the waiter reached the core of the castle, it was already noon, and the waiter said that the lord was waiting in the dining room. Arthur is ready to have a good meal here. But when Arthur pushed open a door, he was still amazed.

Orc Honla was sitting in a chair munching on it, while Able was holding a barrel of wine and gulping. When Honla saw Arthur, the savior, he immediately greeted him vaguely: "Arthur, you're here! Come and eat something, you're too slow, we can't wait to eat first!"

Arthur smiled bitterly, knowing that neither the she-dragon nor the orc Boom were the ones who didn't take etiquette seriously. But seeing that they were eating happily, Arthur felt that his appetite had increased, and he went up too, grabbed a whole roast goose, and ate it.

Bula was asked by Arthur to come out of Sherlock's hands, so naturally he had to listen to Arthur's arrangement, and he was looking for death when he went north like this. The German Empire and the Orcs have been at war for many years, and I am afraid that they will be killed as soon as they enter the borders of Germany. So he was arranged by Arthur to come to the capital of art, and first followed Abel for a while.

At this time, Able drank a barrel of wine, and said with a red face: "Arthur, this timid orc you raised is too good to eat, and I have recorded all his expenses with me." Just deduct the money from your books!" This dragon always cares so much about money.

Arthur is eating with a mouth full of oil, too lazy to talk nonsense with him, he doesn't care much about money, what to do with this dragon!

The orc Honla was very sensitive to the word coward, and threw down the usual food and rushed towards Able. Able suddenly turned his head, a pair of silver eyes stared directly at Boom, Boom's body froze, and when he tried to rush up again, he was already kicked away by Able, making a series of clanging sounds, and I don't know what was broken. Abel turned back to Arthur and said, "This will also be deducted from your book." "That moment was the power of dragon fear.

Arthur shrugged, and saw that this was not the first time, and the orc's physique naturally didn't have to worry, he had already patted the dust on his body, sat back at the table and ate heavily, venting all his hatred on food, his hatred may not be anyone, but himself, his own unflattering past. Orcs are always so straightforward, so straightforward that they can't justify themselves, and they deceive themselves bluntly.

"By the way, you seem to be a bad mixer here! I ask someone for directions, and guess what that man says?" Arthur suddenly quipped.

"It's nothing more than a fool or something! you let him come to me and talk about it, I'm just too lazy to pay attention to them worms!" said Abel with a look of clarity.

If it were a human city lord, he would probably be furious and feel that his authority was offended, but the dragon didn't care about people at all, and people would never dare to be rude in front of the dragon. There used to be a few aristocratic boys who didn't know the height of the sky, thinking that the lord of the city was weak and deceitful, and insulted him to his face to show his bravery, and then their corpses were still hanging on the city walls!

"Take a turn of your own in the afternoon! If you have any trouble, report Eve's name, the spring festival is about to begin, and humans really like noisy creatures." Abel said lazily. After eating and drinking, he yawned, and looked like he would fall asleep at any time.

Arthur smiled bitterly, "You won't let me sleep on the street, will you!"

Able had already begun to walk out in style, and without looking back, he said, "You can let Eve arrange this for you! She's in the big theater, and I'm going to go back and get some sleep!"

In a huge restaurant, only Arthur and Boom Ramen were left staring at each other. Arthur didn't want to take Boom with him, but from Quincy's words, this orc will have a lot to do with him in the future. In the spirit of believing in his own principles, Arthur decided to do it first!

However, taking orcs shopping is undoubtedly very face-saving, and no one dares to lean over with face. After all, the bombardment, which is more than two meters tall, is still very oppressive in the south. There are very few foreign species in the art capital. And Honla is also vigilant at all times, and her red eyes are constantly looking at the suspicious people around her. It seems that he is ready to repay Arthur's favor in this way.

Arthur had to sigh and turn around and say, "Boom, relax, relax, this is not a battlefield in the north, we just need to have fun!"

Boom spewed out a breath of disdain from his nostrils and said, "A true warrior will not let his guard down!"

Arthur spread his hands and said, "Okay! Real warrior, you can solve today's dinner yourself!"

Honla's face turned red and he said, "But the Prophet said that a good rest leads to a good battle, and the orcs will repay the favor! "This is an orc, but it's not inflexible, especially when it comes to eating. And even if you thank you for your kindness, you will not be anyone's slave, and no one will want to use kindness or force to make them give up themselves.

Arthur thought for a moment and said, "In your tradition, when you arrive in a strange place, you should be inexperienced and obey the experienced!" Orcs only have language but no writing, all knowledge is passed on by word of mouth, and it is necessary to obey the experience of the elders, and not to speak with their fists forever as the common people think.

Honla nodded vigorously in agreement. Someone mentions the tradition of the orcs, and the orcs are always happy. Respect for tradition is their greatest tradition, although their tradition is changing all the time.

Arthur was satisfied and said, "I'm definitely more experienced than you in this human city, right? ”

Honla hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded. This gave Arthur a sigh of relief, and most of the time, orcs were far more trustworthy in their promises than humans.

After that, things were much simpler, Arthur took Bombard to walk around the city, and I have to say that Bombard's appearance helped them reduce a lot of trouble. Walked to a fountain square, bought a large bag of bread, and prepared to find a bench to rest quietly.

"Hey, boom, don't stare at the pigeons, they're for viewing. Let's have some bread!" Arthur said to the boom of the ornamental pigeons who were crouching on the ground and staring at the squares. Hunting was an orc instinct, but he had eaten quite well at noon, and Honla stared at the pigeons because he wondered how these keen and weak birds could ignore their hostility.

"Hey, Arthur, why aren't they afraid of me, my murderous aura can make the winter wolf tremble!" Boom said in confusion in his already proficient lingua franca.

Arthur stretched out to bask in the afternoon sun, and he felt a little lazy in this city full of leisure. "Because they don't have the acumen of the winter wolf! The father of the father of these pigeons has probably not been culled, and the calm has lasted so long that the humans of the south, like these, have forgotten the smell of war. But humans are much stranger than pigeons, praying for peace in times of war, but peace makes them hate this ordinary life. Otherwise, why do you think we are fighting to the death in the ring, just to satisfy their thirst for blood. ”

Hona looked at the pigeons thoughtfully, then at the frolicking crowd in the square, and smiled, not knowing what came to mind. Honla prefers to use his brain shell than his kind.

The natural affinity of the druid made Arthur's body full of pigeons, and several pigeons competed to peck at the bread flowers in Arthur's palm, which made him feel a little itchy in his palm. After a moment of silence, Arthur stood up and the pigeons on his body flew up, and for a moment Arthur's face was as calm as water, and the birds soared around him.

I was trying to go on a walk. Then a young man came up and said, "Wait a minute. ”

Arthur looked at the shabby-dressed young man holding a sketchpad with some confusion. The young painter was a little embarrassed and said, "That moment was so beautiful, please allow me to leave it on my drawing board." ”

The painter's eyes flashed eagerly, Arthur was a little unaccustomed to men looking at him like this, and smiled politely: "Of course you can, just pay me to be a model!"

Seeing the young man in distress, he touched his shriveled pockets and took out a few copper coins, which were his dinner money. Arthur couldn't help but smile, waved his hand at him, and left on his own. This is only the most insignificant encounter of fate, but this painting, as well as its creator and model, remain in the picture book of history together, and no one can say the fate clearly.

This painting, titled "A Flock of Birds", has also become one of the most important sources for later historians to study Arthur the Destroyer.