Dawn of the Grey Tower

The rushing lower area is far less massive than the upper one. This is actually understandable, because most of the world's transactions can be placed in the sun after all, and it is not just that if you can't open it to people.

　　 Rather, if the world's black industry accounts for nearly half or more of the total industry, sooner or later someone will pull out the black parts that are not so dark and wash them out and put them on the counter. Therefore, although the times are changing and the types and needs of business behaviors are changing, there is always a dynamic balance between the so-called good and normal industries and the bad and dark industries.

This may be the reason why some people feel that the world is getting worse and worse in times of rapid changes. With the increase in tolerance, more and more businesses that were previously considered unreasonable and even evil have become neutral, and finally become grandiose. Walked under the sun.

This situation also applies to rushing. It is said that before the night set became popular, the city had a nominal control of weapons, and no merchants could openly sell military-equipped standard weapons or weapons with strong lethality. Such as a crossbow.

　　 As the night market was gradually accepted, the weapon dealers also moved out of this area. Even listening to the dwarf’s unshirkable tone before, it is estimated that it will not be far from the occurrence of normal weapon trafficking. There will inevitably be more conflicts around swords and the like, but what about?

　　 Having said that, if there is a business that can be cleaned up, there must be a business that cannot be cleaned up even with the changes of the times. The killer is the most typical representative of these businesses. No matter what age it is, hiring a murderer is not easy to say in the public. The reason is very simple. When you think you can openly let the killer get rid of your opponent, your opponent can also get rid of you.

　　 An era has its own rules, but the era of **** killing has gradually passed. It may come back one day, and before it comes back, the killers can only walk in the dark and join their business.

　　The fishy smell, I can’t tell if it comes from water, fish, or something else. The brighter the lights, the stronger the smell. Rao is a mage who has smelled various scents in the laboratory, and will frown unconsciously.

　　 He lowered the brim of his hood, as if he didn't want to see things around him. In fact, the fishy smell may not come from the fish, because the people here are not much different from the fish. In the rush, there is a kind of transaction that is more taboo than hiring a murderer. It is a transaction that cannot be really talked about, that is, human beings, and it is also the slave trade. And compared to hiring people, the demand for this industry is obviously more.

　　 "Let's take a look, these are all new good stuff from the south! There are a few more nobles!" "How do you sell this meat?" "Look at this, how tender the skin is."...

　　The sound can be the wind blowing and the singing of birds, or it can be the drum, the piano and the flute. The human voice can also be loud and loud, or it can be short. But no matter what kind of sound, there is no such annoying cheese as the one in my ears. Perhaps he was too deeply influenced by the chivalry spirit of the grey lion, or perhaps the people he saw on the grassland were too free. He could have understood the birth of slaves and their status in many societies, and might understand and accept them. It may not be the same thing. The magic in his eyes fluctuates with emotions. If it weren't for the dim light and the ghostly crowd, someone might have discovered the mist in this person's eyes.

　　 "Bang!" At this moment, something bumped up from behind the wizard, and then a hand tried to reach his belt. The technique is fairly sophisticated. After all, this place is no better than the outside. The people who stray in this area are all ruthless characters. Needless to say how miserable the thief will end.

　　Perhaps with this sophisticated technique, they can indeed **** their money bags from the guys whose brains are messed up by desire, but unfortunately, this golden finger met not such a person. Cheese's skill is indeed not as good as Lothar's first-rate fighter, but it is also better than most of the prostitutes.

　　 "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) The cheese just wanted to say something about this performance, who knew that the thief took out a dagger with his other hand, and cut it off against his wrist! This guy didn't even think about pushing back the cheese, he was going to cut off his wrist with this dagger in order to escape! What a ruthless method, a decisive judgment.

　　 Cheese naturally couldn't make his wish. He didn't even use his other hand, but instead let go of the hand holding the opponent's wrist, turning it into a palm, knocking it diagonally on the back of the opponent's hand, and directly knocking the dagger off from his hand. The thief turned around and ran when he saw his hand loosened and ignored the dagger.

　　 In fact, with the mage's response power, he can completely grasp the opponent, but the appearance of the broken wrist just made him worry about whether there will be more extreme behaviors. After a moment of hesitation, it is too far to find someone. Cheese sighed softly and picked up the dagger from the ground. It is rusty, not to mention cutting off the wrist, I am afraid it will be difficult to cut the meat.

　　 The mage hesitated for a moment, but did not throw away the dagger, it was his trophy. As for whether this little commotion has attracted the attention of other people, at most, those people laughed at the cheese for failing to catch the little thief, so that they missed a scene.

Here is the impossible zone in the impossible zone. There is no order, and even the trampling of order does not exist. In a sense, it is more like the world before law and morality appeared. The people walking here are absolutely They only need to be responsible for their own desires and lives. If the former takes up more, then even the latter can be abandoned.

　　It is not easy to have buildings in such a place. Because the house represents ownership, and the ownership contains rules, the owner of the house must have enough energy to let those who enter the house obey his rules, and shut out those who cannot. Therefore, the tavern with the sign of Youhe is not simple. Its open door is like the big mouth of a giant beast, swallowing those daretyrs.

　　 Cheese stood in front of the door with a smile on his mouth. No matter how bad it is, can it be worse than here? He hung the rusty dagger around his waist and walked in slowly. As soon as I entered that room, the situation in front of him was far from what the cheese had imagined. There was no smell of wine and messy tables and chairs, only a wooden corridor leading to the depths.

　　 His eyes rolled, and just a cursory glance, you can see many old traces and facilities-related settings on the walls of this corridor. Come to think of it, this is the first hurdle of Youhe Tavern. The guy who is thinking about making troubles is already half of his courage when he sees this corridor.

　　 Is it possible to gain a firm foothold here with such a small means? The mage thought so and entered the corridor.