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Lightning cut through the sky and illuminated the dark walls.

Dairik Berger carried a leather bag and carried the "Hurricane Axe" and stood outside the door with nearly ten teammates.

Looking up, he saw the black soil dry and hard **** between the walls of the city wall, but grew a cluster of tenacious weeds, they wandered like human hair.

At this time, he heard a slight footstep and was busy taking back his sight and looking at the gate.

In the alternation of lightning and darkness, a tall figure slowly walked over, carrying two introverted straight swords behind the cross.

Followed by, his pale and messy hair, vicissitudes of sorrowful eyes, twisted and deep old scars, all year round brown coat and linen shirt, have been reflected in the eyes of Dairik and others.

The winner is the chief of the Six-member Parliament of Silver City, Colin Iliad, a powerful "hunter".

After Derick’s greeting, the subconscious mind turned his attention to the chief’s waist, where there was a belt that was divided into many compartments, each of which was filled with different vials made of metal.

This is a "hunter" experience and a strong representation.

Dairik used to listen to his parents, "Hunter" is good at discovering the weaknesses of different monsters, identifying the use of various materials, and in the unique meditation mode, for the former, with the latter, adjust the formulation to make corresponding Magical remedies, holy pastes, essential oils, and special marks are then used to achieve the goal of restraint by taking, smearing, and using these items.

In a sense, experienced, well-informed, well-prepared, and responsive "hunter" is the nemesis of most monsters. The number and type of metal vials at their waists represent their "experience."

Of course, this is only part of the extraordinary ability of the "hunter", and they can't be called "half-god" or "holy".

Colin looked around and confirmed that all the players had arrived, and he said:

"Light up, set off."

The two members immediately lit the candle in the lantern, letting the dim light shine through the thin leather.

In the "daytime" with high lightning frequency, there is no need to use candles in Silver City, because every two or three seconds, there is "light", and the surrounding monsters have been cleared over and over again, but once you leave Silver City Into the depths of the dark, you must always have candlelight, otherwise as long as the lightning did not keep up at a certain stage, resulting in a matte environment of more than five seconds, the team will encounter some monster attacks with a high probability.

The fierce battle is not the most terrible development, and what Dyrick remembers is a story his parents have told.

One time, when they explored the depths of the darkness, because the previous stage was in conflict with the corrosive living corpse, the candle could not be replaced in time, so they had to bear the deep darkness of up to eight seconds. When the lightning came back, the candlelight reappeared, they were stunned. Seeing that there were only five of the original eight teammates, the other three were silent, disappeared unconsciously, and never appeared again.

Taking a breath, Dairik clenched the "Hurricane Axe" and walked in the middle of the team, following the chief in the direction of the reservation.

A flash of lightning shone, so that the plain fields filled with black long grass appeared like a dark oil painting.

The exploratory team of 10 extraordinary people walked on the road full of broken stones and went deep into the black grass.

The lightning subsided, and the darkness of the darkness rolled back, almost completely engulfing them.

The dim candlelight pierced the leather, faintly and swayingly clinging to the surrounding area.

............

Eastern District, inside a greasy cheap cafe.

According to the previous agreement, Klein found the old Kohler who was applying margarine to the toast.

He glanced at the crumpled cigarettes on the table and smiled:

"newly bought?"

"No, I used to, I haven’t taken it anymore, but I’m always taking it with me. I occasionally take it out and sniff it. Oh, this reminds me of that wandering life. At that time, I really feel like I can die at any time. "Old Kohler's tone is slightly scared."

Klein took out 20 Souls change in advance and sat down and pushed to the other side:

"I was very satisfied with the last information."

Not waiting for the old Kohler modest, he turned his head to look at the counter:

"A piece of oatmeal bread, two slices of toast, a piece of butter, a piece of potato stewed beef, 1 pence of tea."

"Mr. Moriarty, didn't you have dinner yesterday?" Old Kohler took the money and took a look.

Klein shook his head and smiled:

"I will be very busy next time, maybe I don't have time for lunch."

He wants to pretend that he is very active and serious. After all, he took the £100 fee from Prince Edessac.

Old Kohler didn't ask much, and when he watched the police, he put the money into his pocket.

"The last thing you asked me to inquire about the results. Azick Aegis's reward comes from several gangster bosses and some intelligence dealers. Well, I don't know who commissioned them. It is very difficult to contact them. ”

The military situation is everywhere... Klein nodded:

"Enough, no need to go deeper, it is too dangerous."

Old Kohler breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"The first two days, someone in the cheap hotel on the Golden Cape Street saw a guy suspected of Azick Aegis. It is said to be basically the same as the photo on the reward list."

... Klein’s heart sighed and didn’t laugh:

"And then? Is it just that I am ready to fight for this reward, and the matter is over?"

"And then? With clues, many bounty hunters quickly rushed over, but nothing was found, the amount, they said, there was a trace of fighting in that room." Old Kohler tried to recall the news he had collected.

The intelligence will definitely give the military to the first place... This is Mr. Azick and they have a secret contest? I don't know what the result is... Klein looked at the boss who came over the plate, pretending to be old to Kohler:

"You will take me to the Golden Cloak Street, maybe I can find some clues."

At this time, the breakfast time in the Eastern District has passed, and there are very few guests in the cheap cafe.

"Good." Old Kohler agreed without hesitation.

"A total of sixteen and one-half pennies." The boss put the breakfast that Klein had on the table. There was not much beef in the potatoes, but the stew was very bad. At first glance, it was prepared in advance, and the strong aroma hook Old Kohler couldn't help but swallow.

After paying the money, Klein picked up the fork and spoon and said to the old Kohler:

"carry on."

"There are no ones who are looking for fools, except for a few stubborn bounty hunters... Many unemployed textile women workers, including some male workers, have left the Eastern District..." Old Kohler said.

"What?" Kline swallowed the beef and raised his head. "Leaving the Eastern District?"

"It should be that I found another job. I went to the specific place. I can't find out." Old Kohler answered truthfully.

"Their family doesn't know?" Klein asked.

"Some people leave with the unemployed family. Some of them don't have family members themselves. They come from Beckland to look for work." Old Kohler has done some research.

Judging from the choice of objects, there is a problem with this... Klein first wrote down and continued to dine while listening to Old Kohler about what happened in the Eastern District during this time.

After agreeing on the time of the next meeting, he put down the tableware, wiped his mouth, and picked up the hat:

"Go to the Golden Cloak Street."

............

The only cheap hotel in the Golden Cape Street.

After the boss received the two-penny fee, he led Klein and the old Kohler to the room where the suspected Azick Aegis had lived.

"A lot of bounty hunters came during this time, hey, I made a lot of money, so I kept the same." The boss opened the door with the key and pointed at the inside.

Klein looked at it and saw the fallen chair and the rags scattered everywhere. In addition, there were no other traces of fighting.

With a high level of inspiration, Klein turned his attention to the bottom of the bed.

Gazing for two seconds, he walked over and bent over and took the bed.

Oh, a little dust flew up, and a light black mouse came out from the bottom of the bed.

It seems normal, there is no problem, but in Kline's vision, its gas field color is only black and green.

The mouse turned a corner and climbed up the wall, exposing the abdomen to Klein's eyes.

The soft place, the flesh and blood, the pus, can directly see the same decaying internal organs.

Klein thoughtfully retracted his sight, to the old Kohler Road, who did not pay attention to the mouse at all:

"Azick Aegis's reward has been recovered?"

"No." Old Kohler must have shaken his head.

Klein looked again and walked outside:

"Let's go, there are no valuable clues."

............

15 Minsk Street.

Klein, who was "busy" outside for a day, lie down into the bed early and enter the world of dreams.

From time to time, the fragments that were continuously separated and swept away, and Klein suddenly became awake, knowing that he was dreaming.

Power has invaded my dreams... Klein maintains a state of faintness and inadvertently looks around.

He found himself in the suburbs and was full of fertile fields.

A river ran from a distance, and a bend was made beside the cliff in front.

The bare side of the cliff shows pure white rocks, and from afar, there is an unusually holy beauty.

At the river bay, nearly ten men and women with various utensils and black coats or dark jackets were surrounded by a hidden underground entrance, including Klein's acquaintance, Icons Bernard.

Baiya Town...Steveford Bay...Mechanical Heart... Are they exploring the mausoleum of the Amon family? But why is there a scene in my dream? Klein wondered for a while.

At this moment, he saw the surface of the river floating in water and quickly outlined a line of white words:

“Your loyal servant Arrods reports to you about the exploration.”

... Klein’s mouth was slightly open, and he couldn’t speak for a short time. There was a voice in his mind:

You said that you have a good mirror and what to do?

PS: The second day of the last month in October, the monthly ticket is not wasted and wasted~