Are there many people’s pajamas in the closet?

Ken looked at the closet behind him in confusion.

Her character does seem to have a lot of friends.

He walked towards the closet with doubts and gently opened the closet.

pajamas……

That's a lot of pajamas indeed.

A wardrobe full.

Ken slowly glanced at the pajamas.

These pajamas seem to be customized to fit a specific body type.

Both men and women have it.

Some are very large and wide, while others are very slim and short, like little girl's dresses.

Ken put his fingers on his pajamas and rubbed them gently.

These clothes.

None have a similar body shape.

Moreover, these clothes are all brand new and have not been worn by anyone since they were made.

It's inexplicably weird.

There is one more mystery surrounding Juliana.

And Ken remembered Juliana's words.

The woman said that if you want to understand this city, then go and see it with your own eyes.

And Ken also planned to see it with his own eyes.

Ken acted decisively and walked out of the door, almost stepping on the black mouse that was dazed at the door.

The mouse was startled, and looked at Ken with dissatisfaction with its white eyes, chirping wildly. Ken looked at the little mouse with interest, and slowly squatted down.

The mouse was a little resistant at first. Its instinct drove it to run away quickly, but it somehow felt that the person in front of it was very attractive to the mouse.

As Ken approached, the mouse froze. When Ken held him in his arms, it had changed from resistance to obedience. It obediently rubbed Ken's fingers and was played with by Ken.

Holding the belly.

Very smart mouse.

Maybe a descendant of some kind of monster?

Ken put the little mouse on his shoulder. The little black mouse flexibly found a comfortable position and stood tightly on Ken's shoulder, chattering and looking completely drunk.

Ken just led the mouse into the shadows of the city.

…

Human cities are dominated by real ordinary people.

At most, they have one or two magic circuits implanted and can use simple magic supplies.

Such as mobile phones and computers.

And in the border cities, it is still the same.

But the number of strong people here is much greater than that of Restoration City, and the quality of the strong ones is also much greater than that of Restoration City.

When Ken first came here, he lamented the unique Feng Shui and Malong on this road.

Although I have not entered that city, I have already felt the prosperity of that city.

But at this time, he no longer thought like that.

On the humble streets of this small town, gunshots continued to ring out.

There were two groups of people fighting each other there.

But people across the street still have to eat and drink, and what happens across the wall has no impact on them.

Somewhat hungry.

Ken walked to a small restaurant and bumped into a little boy.

"Yes...I'm sorry..."

The boy looked shy, apologized hurriedly, and continued to walk out.

Then he was grabbed by the shoulder.

"Give me my book back."

Ken caught the pickpocket.

This is a very small boy.

He looked to be just over 1 meter tall, with baby fat on his face, messy red hair, and brown eyes looking at Ken in surprise.

Will such a child come out to steal things?

Ken's eyes were also a little confused.

Then, when Ken saw the child, he knelt down decisively, kowtowed and said loudly: "It was my fault. I shouldn't have stolen your things. If you are willing to hit me, then just hit me..."

The kneeling movement is very skillful.

And he cried loudly, causing everyone around him to look here.

Passers-by and people in restaurants cast their eyes over with interest.

Ken heard the whispers of the people around him.

"Hahahaha, that little guy Wallis was caught again. He looks like a new guy."

"Last time, Wallis knelt relatively slowly, and one of his fingers was cut off by someone from the Warhead Gang. This time, the newcomer didn't seem to be a ruthless character. Wallis knelt very quickly again. This guy definitely wouldn't do anything.

"

"People dressed like this are usually just weaklings!"

Those cheerful and gloating voices reached Ken's ears.

He even heard people in the tavern betting money on how he would punish Wallis.

Ken looked down at the boy.

The boy's left hand indeed has only four fingers.

The index finger was cut off.

Ken slowly knelt down, stretched out a hand, and said, "Give me the book back."

"Here you...the book you asked for..."

The boy's face was covered with snot and tears, and he acted very seriously.

It seems that these skills have been taught since childhood.

Taking the book from the boy's arms, Ken said softly: "This is the first time."

This book is Noah's construction notes.

Ken hasn't fully understood the contents yet. If this boy takes it away now, he will really be distressed.

He didn't take his anger out on the little boy.

A boy of this age has not yet developed a complete ability to think for himself, so he is not wrong.

What's wrong is the damn gray wing.

Ignoring the boy's reaction and the helpless sighs of the alcoholics in the pub, Ken turned and left.

He probably understands what kind of place this is.

A balance maintained by interests.

The large circle manages the small circle, but it fails to fully manage it.

It's a chaotic place, but because of the fresh blood coming from nowhere, it remains vibrant amidst the chaos.

Large and powerful gangs such as the Warhead Gang can get what they want at will, while ordinary people can only live in an ignoble existence and try to save a little bit of money to survive.

How can such an order cultivate such a powerful country?

Ken was a little confused.

The order here may breed powerful individuals, but it is very detrimental to the overall development.

According to Juliana, this is the epitome of the entire Gray Wings, so this city is like this.

So how did Gray Wings become a "lord"?

That’s it for today.
To be continued...