A pilot boat sailed past the canal pier. A man sitting on the bow of the boat, who didn't know whether he was a boatman or a porter, raised a bottle of wine and shouted something in a strange southern tune. He didn't know if it was a folk song or a minor tune.

Son:

"When I was a child, I was the domineering child in the village. When I grow up, nothing is discussed! My father owes the lord taxes on his fields, and my mother works as a weaver to pay him back. However, I just don't believe in fate and want to come to the city to find a good wife!"

His voice echoed on the canal, attracting responses from many people on both sides of the boat and the pier:

"Good mother-in-law..."

Behind the man, five or six people were also wearing coarse clothes. In the autumn, laborers and porters in single trousers gathered at the other end of the boat, each holding a bottle of wine and shouting and cheering without selflessness.

The arrival of the Emerald Celebration has made the busy docks and warehouses in the canal area a lot cleaner.

On weekdays, the ship watchers, supervisors, bookkeepers, cargo pushers, caterers, all the guys who are qualified to yell at people, or in other words, the civilized and decent citizens of the Emerald City, have all abandoned everything early.

They all dressed up like dogs to participate in the carnival. In the current canal area, except for a small number of merchant ships that are busy with schedules, counting accounts, loading and unloading goods, there are only low-level laborers who have no work and no spare money gathered together with nothing to do.

Children, they gamble and drink, hang out together, and use every means to find happiness, anesthesia, vanity, madness or other things that can make their so-called leisure time have even a little meaning.

For the time being, it can be regarded as an alternative carnival that fits the atmosphere of the Queen's Day.

On the other side of the pier, another group of porters gathered around the fire to play cards. One of them threw down a bad deck of cards in his hand and responded to his colleagues on the boat. His accent was hard to change, but his voice was loud:

"There is a canal pond by the Emerald City. You have to carry your strength on your shoulders. The sun rises and the moon sets. The wages are small, you have no food, no clothes, and no mother-in-law. You are the same at the beginning and end of the year. The evil boss will not live long!"

There was a sparse response from the surroundings, and a long voice was drawn out:

"Life is short..."

In such an environment, Glover and Rolf walked along the roadside in a low-key manner, passing by docks and freight warehouses one after another.

The zombie was wearing a coat common to porters on the pier. He was still wearing a lot of bandages because of his injuries. He was trying his best to bend his back in order to blend in with the locals.

Sui Feng Ghost took off his mask, revealing the remaining tattoos on his face that he had slowly picked out over the past few years, as well as the scary scars from his neck to his chin. He stumbled and limped, alert but coldly.

Look around.

"This rhythm and volume should be the chant they chant while working," Glover whispered. "It seems they also like to sing in their spare time."

It's just the lyrics, there may be changes.

Rolf said nothing, but looked around cautiously.

"After I carry the sea goods, I will build the city wall. I have a thick waist and broad arms. I want to beg my mother-in-law. Why don't you bring me to your mother-in-law's house? I'll fuck you from dark till dawn!"

A big-bodied, round-waisted laborer wearing old clothes walked on the road with his arm around a painted street prostitute, shouting back towards the other side of the canal:

"It's no use fucking him up, I'll have to work hard tomorrow morning!"

The prostitute next to him slapped him hard and urged him to walk quickly and do things quickly. She still had a lot of business today.

Voices of agreement echoed around again, but this time, the people who responded were divided. Some of them had evil smiles, while others roared with bitterness:

"It's dawn!"

"Carry it hard..."

A group of drunken men passed by Glover and Rolf arm-in-arm without even looking at them.

Rolf withdrew his vigilant eyes and secretly made a few gestures to Glover:

【You can't dress up.】

Glover looked at the dazzling series of sign languages ​​and frowned fiercely.

Why did Mallos let me talk to this mute...

"Yes, there is a small leader of the Blood Bottle Gang in a nearby warehouse. I heard that he is hosting a gathering of other gangs." Zombie pretended to communicate smoothly with the other party. "Morgan asked several people before he asked.

You know, 'Sound and Angry' asked."

Rolf gritted his teeth and tried to slow down his gestures:

【No! Your height and dress attract attention! 】

In Glover's eyes, he only felt that the other party shook the back of his hand.

With a stiff face, he used all the logic of human communication to speculate on what Rolf had said in order to respond:

"You are right. The Blood Bottle Gang has been here for many years and has been involved in half of the transportation and warehousing business on the dock. From porters, laborers, coachmen to warehouse guards, they have many eyes and ears and are deeply rooted."

Rolf took a deep breath, tried hard to recall the prince's etiquette teachings, and made gestures:

【Do you understand what I am talking about?】

"Yes, so in their territory, we can never be too careful."

【You are a sucker.】

"Thanks, you too, good luck."

【Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!】

"I know, so we have a plan."

【fuck your mother.】

"Yes, there was an accident. You find the way. I will take the rear."

【Forget it.】

"We'll be fine."

【……】

Rolf gave up completely. He no longer made any gestures, but looked at the road ahead with no expression on his face.

Glover was relieved that he no longer had to play "you draw and I guess" and thought that it would be great if D.D was here. Although the young man couldn't sleep without the stuffed bear at night, at least he was proficient in sign language and could follow

Being mute does not hinder communication.

They walked through a messy warehouse. Two men were fighting with each other with red faces. Some people around them tried their best to fight, and some people shouted loudly.

There are more and more idle people around, and there are more and more chants echoing back and forth on the pier, getting louder and louder:

"Why don't you give birth to a little girl, marry an old rich man and become a phoenix? The old rich man still hates the dowry, so I'm so angry that I'll dig out his intestines with a knife! My mother-in-law gave birth to my life, and she will suffer me as long as I grow up!

"

"Grow up..."

"After chopping up the old rich man, I'm going to chop up the boss as well. Ask the Duke first and then the king: Why didn't I get a share of the good times? Can you, son of a bitch, give me some compensation? Take off your waistcoat and become a fighting man. If you have land and money, I'll give you many wives!"

"What a bitch..."

The two of them passed by a guard box. Two warehouse guards were sitting on two chairs, frowning at these idle men.

"These damn porters are just drinking, gambling and prostitution," one of the young guards groaned, "but they still dare to shout these desperate tunes. If the boss hears them, he won't give them a whip..."

"Leave it to them, they have to vent their bitterness at this time of the year," another older guard lit a cigarette leisurely and opened a bag of dried fruits. "Otherwise, it will make them choke. The boss and the old rich are sure

It's okay. Those of us who look after the warehouse, hehe, but our lives are really short."

"We are here with the help of blood bottles, they dare!"

"Ha, where do you think the legend of the water ghoul seeking his life on the dock came from?"

The young guard was startled and his voice lowered:

"Water ghoul? But isn't that just made up to scare children?"

"I have been working here for almost twenty years. This city can eat people." The old guard chewed the dried fruit happily. "There are some things and some rules. Not to mention the blood bottle, it's just

When important figures from the Police Department and even the Kongming Palace come, they can only walk away silently, and there is no other way."

eat human.

The young guard swallowed his throat and whispered:

"I heard a few days ago that the old Duke of Kongming Palace was not killed by an assassin, but eaten by a water ghoul?"

The older guard was stunned for a moment, and his face changed instantly:

"I never noticed before, why do you talk so much? Are you free? Just go patrol the warehouse when you have nothing to do!"

Glover and Rolf looked at each other and continued to turn onto the next road.

The chant on the pier still came clearly:

"Kill all the nobles and profiteers. Officials must pay off their debts: I remember all the bad things from the bottom of my heart, and pay back the good things a hundred times as much! The worst I can do is take a trip to the prison river and taste justice on the ferry!"

"A fair taste..."

The canal disappeared behind him, and locked warehouses and warehouses appeared in front of him. Many men with fierce faces were sitting on the roadside or leaning against the wall. When they saw the two people approaching, they stood up slowly, looking confused.

Have good intentions.

One of the leaders was playing with a thin pole in his hand and wearing a bright red scarf on his head.

Glover and Rolf looked stern, exchanged glances, and moved forward step by step.

found it.

"stop."
To be continued...