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Chapter 291 Wingless Bat, Curse of Time, Kingdom of Shadows (7)

【This black thread is no stranger to Armand.】

【They have been there since childhood.】

[This has long been a nightmare that has plagued Armand for countless years...]

【Everything seems to be shrouded in a heavy fog.】

【And now...】

【Illusions that penetrate shadows and darkness!】

[The mad swordsman’s curiosity has been aroused...]

[The current mission goal is: go to the slums and explore the secret of the black lines. 】

"Your Majesty the Prince? Your Majesty the Prince?"

Tik's call brought the stranger's sanity back to reality.

"Walk."

Yun Fan clapped the palms in front of his eyes and raised a faint smile on his lips.

According to the memory of the original owner,

He and Tick hurried to a farm owned by Armand and changed into the same outfit they usually wore when walking in the slums.

then,

The master and servant hailed two rickshaws on the street and arrived at the slums without stopping.

...

There is a particularly clear dividing line between the slums and the main city.

When the stranger's boots left the solid bluestone road and stepped into the soft yellow mud, the slums were already in front of his eyes.

The exquisite buildings and magnificent manors were left far behind, and in front of them were a series of low and dilapidated huts, and temporary tents.

The rags with several large holes exposed were torn and rolled by the cold wind, and a group of gray-headed people crowded under the tent. It could be said that there was no gap between people, and every remaining space was fully utilized.

people,

Crowded with people,

There are people everywhere.

As soon as he entered the slum, Tik frowned and quietly leaned into the prince's ear: "Why are there so many refugees from the countryside pouring into the slum?"

"I thought there would be more people here, but I didn't expect... it would be so large."

The little guard had a bad face.

"It's okay." Yun Fan waved his hand, indicating that it didn't matter.

He walked slowly along the bumpy muddy road and looked at the scenery around him.

At this glance, Yunfan discovered a problem.

"Hmm...sigh...hum..."

Some people were huddled under the temporary tent, eyes closed tightly, and humming words coming from their mouths in their sleep from time to time.

Snapped!

A sober man walked past Yun Fan's eyes, pulled up a sleeping guy, and gave him a firm slap in the face.

This slap was extremely hard,

But the strange thing is,

The dozing person did not wake up, but turned over lazily, with a sickly smile on his face.

"go away."

The awake person took off the sleeping person's clothes and wrapped them around him, then pushed him out of the tent. The poor guy immediately fell face down and fell into the mud puddle next to him.

But despite this, he still didn't wake up.

Yunfan watched with cold eyes.

A few minutes passed, and when he saw that the man was still motionless, he took the initiative to walk over and turn the man face down.

But...it's too late.

A pale face came into view.

This man actually drowned!

Something weird!

Yun Fan smiled solemnly, then strode towards the tent and grabbed the murderer's hair.

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! You..." Obscene words came from the man's mouth. He cursed and wanted to punch back, but was frightened by the sword across his neck.

Looking towards the tip of the sword, the stranger saw Tik's face.

Slums have always been a no-nonsense zone.

Especially after the influx of large numbers of refugees, the place has become more chaotic than before.

Within a few steps here, the stranger witnessed several murders with his own eyes.

human life,

In this lawless zone,

Really not worth the money.

So,

When Armand and Tick held the man hostage and walked to a remote area, the bystanders looked gloating and watching the show.

"I ask, you answer."

In the wet alley, Yun Fan looked down at the shivering man from a high position.

"clear?"

He took out a silver coin from his waist and gently tapped the man's cheek with the edge of the silver coin.

The tone was calm but seemed to leave no room for doubt.

Take money or take a knife?

Stranger thinks this is not a difficult choice.

"Sir, I understand, really, really."

Sure enough, the man immediately laughed in apology.

"Name?"

"Reese."

"Very good." Yun Fan released his palm and a silver coin fell into the soil at his feet.

"hometown?"

"Bestin Town is just south of Ansel City." Seeing Qian, the man's smile became more sincere.

Another silver coin fell into the yellow mud.

"Why did you flee your hometown?" This is the third question asked by strangers.

And this time,

The man's answer was obviously not that quick.

"Hiss..." After taking a breath of cold air, the man muttered in response, "I, I, I don't know..."

"Oh?" Yun Fan said calmly, "That's an interesting answer."

bass!

Before he could use his identity as the prince to issue an order, Tik increased the strength of the sword in his hand as if he had a trance.

The sharp tip of the sword cut through the man's neck, and bright red blood dripped down slowly along the skin instantly.

"My lord, my lord." The man was so frightened that he almost knelt down, but was raised by Tik's sword, "I am, I really don't know."

"I, the residents of Baistin Town are relatively close to Ansel City, so we have not seen that disaster with our own eyes."

"After we saw the refugees who fled to Baistin Town, we immediately escaped and came to Ansel City. Fortunately, we ran in time, so we only knew that there was a disaster, but we didn't know what the disaster was!"

"I swear to the Lord, if..."

"Master of bullshit." Yun Fan popped out a silver coin and knocked it on the man's teeth, "Then you said a lot of nonsense?"

"No, no, it's not like that." The man became anxious and spoke very fast, "Sir, sir! Listen to me. In fact, no one can recount what the disaster was, not even those who witnessed it.

.”

"Those who have gone through the disaster have now become guys who just sleep soundly and don't care about anything else."

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"You should know the consequences of lying." Yunfan nodded and ordered Tik to wait where he was.

Then, he summoned a few people as usual, and after some intimidation, he got the same testimony as the man just now.

very good,

He is an honest child.

"roll!"

Seeing His Excellency the Prince lowering his head and looking thoughtful, Tik gave several people a hard kick on the buttocks and kicked them out of the alley.

After thinking hard for a long time, Yun Fan raised his head quietly.

"Tik."

He called Tik and asked his loyal servants to lead the way.

And the destination,

This is where I saw the most active black lines last night.

Since you can't get any information from ordinary NPCs, then you have to go to that place to trigger a new plot.

The blood-stained letter of surrender brought new ideas to strangers.

"The northwest area of ​​the slums?" Tik looked worried, "Your Excellency, that is where werewolves gather."

"Now that there are more refugees, these humble wolfdogs will surely develop a large number of their kind."

Tik's sincere words,

But the prince didn't listen.

gradually,

There was a loud roar in front of me.

The master and servant looked up and saw a group of refugees who were still able to move around in a huge circle. Inside the circle was a fire for heating and two big men fighting with swords.

This turned out to be...

A simple duel arena.

The slums are worthy of being a holy place for duels, and duelists can be seen almost everywhere.

Armand and Tick were walking among the bustling crowd when they suddenly heard a loud roar in the duel field.

A big man with a hideous scar on his face grabbed the opponent's flaw and pushed hard with his shoulder. The huge force directly caused the enemy to fly backwards and fall into the fire behind.

"Ahhhhhhh!" screams came from the fire.

"Who else is coming?" The strong man shouted wildly, holding a sword dripping with blood. The fire with seven or eight charred corpses was his background.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!" The crowd of onlookers also cheered for the invincible warrior.

Until, the strong man's eyes saw a pair of high leather boots.

"Hey, skinny monkey over there!" The strong man looked in one direction and sneered, "Your boots look good."

"Do you dare to come over and fight me?"

Following the big man's gaze, the onlookers saw two young men dressed in cowboys in the crowd.

"Oh? You said you wanted to duel with me, so come over here!"

Before the other party had time to reply, the strong man made his opinion for the other party.

Isn’t this just knowing that you want to bully people?

Putting it here in the slums is a naked attempt to kill people and steal goods!

Armand and Tick were squeezed directly into the front row by the crowd.

"Unruly guy." Tik's face was so gloomy that it looked like it was dripping with water.

After accompanying the prince in the slums for so long, he has never seen a shameless person who insists on forcing others to fight!

Are the refugees pouring into the slums breaking this rule?

Tik drew his sword in anger, but saw a familiar figure standing in front of him.

"Bullshit, cliché."

The stranger complained silently in his heart.

His hand rested on the hilt of the sword involuntarily: "Duel? What do you want to bet on?"

"Your boots." The strong man smiled strangely.

However, a disdainful sneer came from the other side.

"I have never played with such a small bet." Armand also smiled.

After hearing this seemingly overestimating statement, the surrounding voices became even more manic.

"Three! Two! One!" In the hoarse shouts of the onlookers, the fair duel began.

As soon as the countdown ended, the strong man jumped out like a cannonball, pressed forward, and swung his sword at the weak sissy.

Armand, on the other hand, had just withdrawn half of the sword.

"It seems that a face-to-face meeting can end this battle." Someone shook his head, showing disdain.

"Where did this rich boy come from? Why don't you give him boots? Do you have to risk your life here?" Some people lamented that their lives were about to pass away.

"Are you all new here?" an authentic old slum dweller asked sincerely.

"You don't know who this dressed up person is?"

Whoosh!

The light is as cold as snow, and the speed is like thunder.

An arm holding a sword separated from its owner's body.

"It's normal." The middle-aged man who opened the gambling table was holding a money bag, "There have been too many new people pouring in here recently, and there are endless idiots like this who don't know the heights of the world."

"If it weren't for the 'Crazy Swordsman''s reward, how could we see such a top duelist in such a terrible place?"

Blood water watered the fire,

The strong man twitched and fell, his face distorted.


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