Dawn of the Grey Tower

Jerry left the iron felt avenue, no one noticed him, not even Charinder knew when the assassin left his tavern, just as he didn't know how he came. This is not a difficult thing. The dwarves’ gathering area is always piled with several people’s tall goods. Although the dwarf’s height is measured here, it still allows this brick and steel street to exist. Too many corners that can make people stay in.

After all, the so-called walking in the shadow does not mean that you can only move forward in the shadow or have a passage that can avoid everyone's ears. People who are good at sneaking just don't need to be noticed.

It's easier not to be detected. Dwarves are not a species with a well-developed smell. Their ears are often filled with the sound of iron strikes and the screams of their companions. The creaking sound of those carts loaded with goods on the ground is enough to cover up. Most of the steps and moves. Having said that, sneaking in the dwarf's gathering area is still something that assassins are unwilling to do.

When Iron Felt Avenue had just taken shape, it was not that no one wanted to force the dwarves to yield to a certain power or become a vassal of a certain gang through assassination, but they failed very thoroughly. Without keen perception, make something instead.

The Ratman passed through a pile of wooden barrels and moved forward in the gap between the houses. His steps have to stop from time to time, to avoid the hanging filaments and movable walls and floor tiles. These are the eyes, eyes, and traps that the dwarves make for themselves.

The craftsmanship of the dwarves is world-renowned. The forges and workshops they designed can meet most of the industrial needs in the world, but few people know that the traps made by the dwarves are also of a very high level. You see, the craft of dwarves is to mine minerals and treasures, so in order to protect their precious things, it is quite reasonable to be proficient in making insurance facilities.

And the assassins and killers who came to assassinate the dwarves in those days were mostly folded in such inconspicuous traps. Time has passed, and today's iron felt dwarves no longer need to use force to ensure their own safety, and the intertwined web of interests makes everyone at the node safe.

But the dwarves' time concept and respect for habits made them not slack in the protection of the streets. Although most of the traps in front of them are no longer deadly, this does not prevent them from being a nightmare for every assassin. Fortunately, the dwarven ruins chosen for him when the demons trained Jerry were only more dangerous than here.

Climbing the side of the mountain house along the cracks between bricks and stones, avoiding the deliberately sticking out wooden strips, jumping up to the roof from the corners of the house, and then slowing down one to two steps away from the edge.

Crossbow arrows can be hidden in the tiles, and the seemingly empty top platform may also hide flap traps. Buildings of different styles appear in the front, and there are pedestrians of normal height on the street, which is the time to relax a little.

Jerry jumped to the ground dexterously, pulling up his hood, sometimes in the crowd even less conspicuous than in the dark corners. And when a person deliberately looks for a corner to hide, he will appear suspicious.

"Zizi" is a small fish with scales, only fingers are long and short, and may not be as thick as an adult male's thumb. After being grilled on a fire, it becomes even more barren. Jerry stopped in front of the fire, took out a copper plate from the purse on his belt and threw it into a small basin by the stove. There were also a few such coins in it.

The old people who grilled fish do not look up. Generally, people who pay in this way don't want others to see their faces. This is so sophisticated that they will understand after doing business on the street for a long time. Moreover, from the size of the shadow, he already knew who the people were buying fish. Not many people would like this taste.

"Three pieces of a copper plate." The old man separated three wooden sticks from the small fish and handed them to the Ratman. His words made Jerry hesitate slightly, and he didn't take it immediately.

"Usually there are five." Such small fish are all caught from the nearby river. To be precise, the old man who sells fish caught it in the morning with his suspender-like net bag. Because serious fishermen don't like this kind of small fish. They are scavengers that live by eating the garbage produced in this city. They are small and have no meat, and there are peculiar smells in the internal organs that are difficult to remove.

Naturally, this kind of fish cannot be sold at a high price, so even after the treatment of the elderly, a copper plate with the smallest denomination is enough to buy several. Since Jerry came to this city, the price on this stall has never changed.

"Hey, don't be mad. Take a closer look at today's fish." The old man turned his wrist to take the fish, revealing the belly of the grilled fish. The usual shriveled belly of the fish has a small bulge out of the ordinary today, "I saw it." Well, this is a female fish that is about to spawn, usually hiding in deep water, it is impossible to catch it. Today, a stream of water brought them into my fish basket. It’s not like destroying the eggs and peeling off the internal organs. It’s easy, and it’s natural to sell it more expensive. In this way, I still think that you are a regular customer and give you one extra piece. I only sell two pieces per copper plate for others."

This reason Jerry is not unacceptable. In fact, with his income as an assassin, you don't need to talk about wild game, and you don't need to wrong yourself to eat this kind of strange fish that beggars don't want to buy. There are actually secrets in it. Just like the old fish seller said, the smell of the fish is unacceptable when it is replaced by another person, but he does not know what method was used to remove the smell of the fish. Of course, it does not mean that the mixed fish becomes a delicacy after the smell is removed. It's just a hint of fishy sweetness in the shriveled taste.

As for how the old man got rid of the peculiar smell, the Ratman was not very concerned about it. He only wanted to use spice and other methods. As the old man said, he would not believe that he had gone to the fish's internal organs. The fish is sticky, but it is still such a small fish. The internal organs and the fleshy bones are cut open and they are not distinguished from each other. If you can remove the internal organs of this fish, I am afraid it is not possible to carve the peach core.

"Okay." The reason why he cares about these little fishes is not because of the meticulousness of the rats. This is also part of his practice. His tutor strictly requires him to control his desires, and his mouth and belly clothes are limited, especially when he eats and drinks. He can't touch alcohol. Although he has been trained in alcohol resistance, he can only be a little fishy. , But also to prevent the blood-eating impulse in the rat man's instinct from breaking out.

He had eaten some food with cheese and others just now. In terms of his food intake, it was enough to maintain the functioning of the body. Eating these small fishes was just a rare and tiny enjoyment in a boring life.

But just when Jerry was about to take the grilled fish, his other hand took it faster, and then the sound of teeth chewing fish bones and the sound of fish eggs breaking, "It's delicious, it's not bad. I never thought anyone could grill these fish so delicious! You fish, I have all wrapped up, take it, no need to look for it."

"Ding Dong!" A silver coin that was one circle larger than the copper plate and twice as thick was thrown into the basin. A light but hoarse female voice came from the side of the rat man. Almost all the hair on Jerry's body stood up, and it was the second time he was approached so unconsciously.

"Hey, ma'am, old man, my fish are not worth so much money!" said the old fish seller, but he was busy stuffing all the grilled fish into the catwoman's hands, and even the stove In spite of the fact that he poured the coins in the small basin into his arms, it seemed that he did not intend to continue business.

Jerry stood in place, he is staying now, nor is he leaving. Just at this time, the smell of grilled fish was particularly clear in front of his nose, UU reading www. uukanshu. Com "It's delicious, you smell it."

So the mouse man moved his nose forward a bit, but the scent went away immediately, "Oh, I only let you smell it. What are you moving forward. These fishes are mine, not yours."

"I also paid." The assassin, who can come and go freely in the dwarf trap, did not know where his courage came from, and was fighting for his hobby in the last place.

"So? The highest bidder has to know or not, the big deal is to ask the boss to refund you. Didn't you say?" Catwoman said as she ate the fish.

"Yes, yes, you are right, miss you, don't worry about it, you kid, it's just a few fishes, next time I count you two more. You eat slowly, I will buy it quickly while the liquor store is open Wine." The old man put away his stall in just a few words, and then rushed out of the alley as if he was afraid of regrets.

"I don't see, this old man is still an alcoholic."

"I don't see that you would want to eat this fish."

"Isn't it right for a cat to eat fish? It's the same as eating a mouse."