"However, I want to explain one thing, that is, I am a traveler, I can prove it." Morrison finally spoke, "You can ask a question. I should be able to say it, Mr. Thomas, you should be the embodiment of wisdom. I want to ask you some questions, or I will tell you a story about my travels."

Thoma Coburn nodded.

"I really didn't expect you to say this. Forget it, let's do it. I don't know what's going on outside. You said this myself, and I don't have any big solutions. I just hope you are telling the truth." Thomas Coburn laughed at himself, and continued, "I don't believe that the group of people in the Federation will be as brave as you, haha, it seems that you are indeed a little sure of saying these words."

"Actually, I don't have the confidence in my heart, but fortunately you said that." Morrison himself complained in his heart.

Now, Morrison breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can I live here for one night?" Although Morrison felt a little confident in his heart, he would not miss the respect he deserved.

Morrison is not a person of any kind, nor is it someone who will kill some ordinary people.

In Morrison's eyes, the people in front of him are no different from ordinary people.

"Sir Traveler, you live here and look down on us, but I still want to ask carefully, how much is your federal currency left? You can actually live in other areas, right?" Thomas Coburn smiled.

At this time, they had relaxed a little bit of vigilance towards Morrison, and their tone was no longer as aggressive as before.

It is not unreasonable for Thomas Coburn to say these words. Morrison also thought that the old man would say these words, but he also prepared a set of rhetoric.

"You should know that travelers encounter many dangers every day. Sometimes I have to say that money is sometimes a burden during the travel process. If I hadn't encountered that damn avalanche, I wouldn't have come to the Virtual City to rest. Haha, you're afraid you're not having any misunderstandings about travelers." When Morrison said these words, his tone deliberately became low. He tried his best to make Thomas Coburn in front of him believe his words.

I hope he is afraid of his own words.

"Mr. Traveler, you know, I don't mean that. If there is any offense, I hope you can understand." Thomas Coburn apologized slightly and bowed slightly.

Morrison smiled.

His move has two benefits.

One is to dispel some of the doubts of Thomas Coburn and others, and at the same time, because Morrison has no money, he will let some greed control his hands and feet.

"I was a little tired all the way, so I asked Mr. Thomas to arrange a place for me." Morrison's tone was calm, and there was no sign of any emotional fluctuations.

After Thomas Coburn whispered a few words to the person next to him, a pretty sturdy young man appeared in front of Morrison.

"Sir, please come with me, I'll take you there." The young man said to Morrison with a smile.

Morrison felt a look of greed in the eyes of this young man.

Soon, that look disappeared, and Morrison didn't know where the other person's expression came from.

Morrison couldn't say it.

In the Virtual City, Morrison is still a dangerous figure.

At least, a sudden appearance of traveler is enough to make these people alert.

This is not an alarmist statement, but something is actually happening.

The pressure that travelers put on this city is actually a lot.

Morrison wasn't sure about the other party's thoughts.

In the East District, he was just an ordinary boy.

A teenager is a traveler, and everything is so unbelievable.

Morrison followed the young man.

The young man was not walking too fast, but it was still a bit difficult for Morrison to keep up with him.

In this place, Morrison was still very curious about some things, as if he had encountered some incredible things in the previous world.

Morrison even understood by himself that observing some things is of great use.

Can Morrison not understand this truth?

How is it possible.

Morrison was unable to keep up with any young man quickly due to his unwilling intentions.

"This traveler doesn't look very good. I've walked so slowly, but I still can't keep up. What a waste traveler. If the traveler is in such a state, I think I can go up." The young man glanced at Morrison and said something secretly.

Morrison's hearing is not too bad, so it is certainly possible to hear these things, not a strange thing.

"I was actually despised. I was also leaving in such a half-hearted way. How could I not be ridiculed by others? It seems that this is a fast-paced city."

Morrison thought secretly.

Soon, the young man led Morrison to the front of a broken little house.

"Mr. Traveler, this is your current residence. If you don't dislike it, just live here. The East District is not like other places, and there are no good facilities. You should make some effort." The young man's tone seemed to have a slight sarcastic meaning in it.

Morrison's performance just now was really unsatisfactory.

On the contrary, this young man is in a good condition.

Morrison nodded, he had thought of this situation.

People are not close to him or her, but they can easily accomplish some things.

Morrison also had a temporary idea of ​​the identity of a traveler, and he thought of an identity that could be disguised.

In previous books, Morrison actually saw some words, which seemed to have a special profession like a traveler.

Morrison himself couldn't figure out what the traveler was.

After the young man finished speaking, he quickly left this place.

Morrison didn't think too much. He is now alone, in this downtown, a desolate place.

The neon lights are still flashing, and the whole city is like a city that never sleeps. In this world, Morrison is just a person, without friends or relatives.

Just as he was about to push the door and go in, some noise suddenly sounded inside the door.
Chapter completed!