After saying goodbye to Elvy, Chen Yang went north, left the August Empire, and traveled with Ichabod.

Yes, Ichabod, the dead king has returned. He went to hell according to Chen Yang's instructions and gave the devil a good beating.

He even felt wronged by the other party. Who are you? You just came up and beat me up. Did I provoke you?

As for the impact caused, that's all later. The two walked all night. Chen Yang played while walking. It took some time to finally see the city.

"Let me see, where are you going?"

Chen Yang was wearing a pure black cloak, looking dusty and mysterious, like a mysterious strong man who came here with some purpose.

He spread out the map in his hand, compared it carefully, and finally determined that this was the last city before going to Aesirion.

No one wanted to live near that sinful city, even though they were very obedient and never killed outsiders.

Sollanda, this is the name of the nearest city to the sinful city.

At the city gate, the guard looked at the two people lazily and rudely, took a look at the cunning pass, and let them go without interest.

"Go in, go in, remember not to cause trouble, you haven't reached Aetherion yet."

The guard leaned against the wall, fiddling with a few banknotes in his hand, as if the importance of these small change far exceeded his work.

Seeing the other party's lazy appearance, Chen Yang couldn't help but look at him twice, and saw that the other party took out a stack of cards from his pocket, his fingers were agile, and he played very well.

It seems that his work is also quite easy, but he just looked up and looked ahead, and found that there was not even a bird feather, so he simply sat on the ground and concentrated on fiddling with the cards in his hand.

The method is fancy, but generally speaking, he is practicing cheating.

"Strange guy."

Chen Yang turned around and entered the city with Ichabod.

As soon as he walked in, apart from most of the guys who were covered in dust and looked serious, he saw a man with shifty eyes staring at him in the dark. He felt that he was very mysterious, but cats peeping behind street lights only worked in anime.

It was not until Chen Yang walked in front of him that the man put his hands in his pockets and whistled, looking up at the sky, as if he was looking at me and it was none of his business.

"Hey."

Chen Yang shouted.

"Ah? What's wrong? I'm not peeping at you."

The man frowned and looked at Chen Yang with suspicion.

"You're not looking for trouble, are you?"

Chen Yang's face was dark. This guy's ability to turn the tables was really beyond the level of Bi Lian.

"What are you peeking at?"

"Peeking? Who is peeking at me? You are not a beauty." He frowned in disgust, "I don't have that kind of fetish."

"Okay, okay." Chen Yang forced a fake smile and looked at him straight, "Ichabod, think about what this forgetful and shameless gentleman has just done."

Ichabod stood up and walked forward. The man looked scared with his sophisticated and gorgeous armor and invisible and deadly pressure.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Don't come over here!"

Ichabod held the giant sword, which was bigger than a man, across his body, wiped off the non-existent dust on it with his hand, and an ethereal voice sounded: "Sir, I hope your mouth is harder than my sword."

"No, no, oh my God, my God, this well-dressed sir, you can't do this!"

"What's your name?"

"Thoron, sir, I come from the West, the sand world - Valenstein. Because I did something wrong there, I was driven here and was going to go to Aetherien to avoid the limelight."

"Oh, Thoron, a good name, so what are you peeking at with your sneaky eyes?"

Chen Yang nodded slightly and asked.

"I didn't..." Looking at the terrifying giant sword of Ichabod in front of him, Thorone swallowed back the words on his lips, "Well, I just think you are very extraordinary, not like a criminal."

"Criminal? What criminal?"

"Everyone in this city, sir, will go to Aetherion to hide from the limelight and rest here temporarily. You know, there is not even a family within a hundred miles of that ghost place."

Chen Yang nodded. He had heard a little about Aetherion. It seems that some extremely vicious people, or guys who can't survive in their own country and are notorious, will choose to live a chic life there.

Eating, drinking, gambling, and living a life of drunkenness and dreams every day are also the dream life of some people.

"I think you must go to Aetherion. After all, if it weren't for that, who would come to this ghost place? The August Empire in the south is obviously a better choice."

Thorone rubbed his hands and looked Chen Yang up and down openly.

"I don't have much talent. I usually make a living by stealing things. If I don't save enough money, I can't reach Aetherion on foot."

"Oh? I look like a rich man?"

"Hehehe, people in our business can tell who is a rich man and who is a boastful idiot. The thing on your waist is not cheap."

He pointed to Chen Yang's belt, which was inlaid with a gorgeous gem.

Chen Yang nodded. He was right. This thing is really expensive.

"Not bad, not bad, so you want to make some extra money from me? Tell me what you can do."

"I can't do anything, sir. I just wanted to steal the gem."

Chen Yang was shocked, thinking how could you steal this thing hanging on my waist?

But soon, Thoron gave an absurd idea.

"Although I don't know how to steal, sir, the beautiful lady in the desert once told me that the ship would sail to the straight dock."

Chen Yang signaled Ichabod to let him go, and asked with a smile: "Interesting, this is the first time I've seen such a stupid thief like you, why did you flee?"

"I went to the palace and stole the emperor's scepter. That guy was very stingy and ordered the whole country to hunt me down. There was no way, I couldn't make it anymore. I heard that Aetherion could make endless money, so I came here."

"How did you do it?"

You tell me that an idiot who hides behind a street lamp and looks up at the sky to cover himself can steal the king's scepter? Are you kidding?

"Hey, I sneaked into the palace in the middle of the night, walked to the emperor's room and took the thing out."

"No one stopped you?"

"They think I'm an idiot. It must be the emperor's order. After all, the guy who came to steal the scepter would not be so stupid as to walk out with the scepter. Humph, I'm not stupid."

Chen Yang always felt that his IQ was insulted. Does that ghost place specialize in producing idiots? Why are they all so weird?

"So? Why did you have no money after selling the scepter in the end?"

"I put the thing to the miser who collects these things. He said it was a fake. I didn't expect that the emperor would use fakes!"

Soloen seemed a little indignant.

"Then, I sold the thing to another miser who collected scraps for fifty copper coins, and lost it on the way home."

The idiocy of this guy has made Chen Yang feel amazing. It is hard to imagine how this guy survived until now.

"......Okay, I'll give you a chance. I'm new here, where should I go now?"

"Hehehe, then you've asked the right person. I've already seen this place thoroughly. If you want to go to Aetherien, you have to go to the One-Eyed Bridge Club in Sollanda!"

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