"Are you adventurers? If so, can you show us your identification?"
Before the adventurers could ask questions, the boy who was protecting his sister behind him cautiously spoke first.
As one of the few essential items for adventurers to go out, someone soon took out the small roll of parchment they carried with them and showed it to the boy.
Shi Junjun curiously looked at the slowly unfolded parchment. The magic potion she obtained from Wangcai allowed her to break the language barrier in another world. Now she can fully understand the contents of the parchment.
, nothing more than some personal information such as name, registration location and adventurer level.
The anxious boy forced himself to calm down, wiped his hands with his ragged coat, took the ID card from the adventurer's hand with both hands, and began to carefully examine every detail on it.
A child from the Rebellion slums neither understood the meaning of the words above nor the authenticity of this identity certificate, but the other party took it out so generously, presumably these adventurers' identities must not be fake.
...
"So now can you tell us why you came to see the owner of this house?"
Yanni, who was half squatting down, looked at the two slum children in front of her with a smile.
Her intuition told her that these siblings would most likely have relevant information about the slime killer.
"We have something to ask the owner of this house for help... Well, brother, why are you pinching me!"
The sister who had already answered first turned her head and noticed her brother's negative look, and quickly swallowed back the second half of the sentence that had not yet been spoken.
"We are just two ordinary kids from the slums. We don't understand anything. You adults, please ask other people nearby."
After saying that, the boy actually took his sister's hand and turned around to leave.
All the adventurers present felt baffled, but after all, the two brothers and sisters, who were very likely to know some clues, were one of the few breakthroughs they had in finding the slime killer, and they could not let them go so easily.
But the adventurers' good words had no effect. The boy holding his sister still insisted on not answering any questions and insisted on pulling her away.
Only Shi Junjun and bearded uncle Fengte saw some clues.
After looking at each other, Wundt walked up to his companions, who were trying every possible means to get the two children to speak, and asked them to let the brother and sister go.
"These two children clearly know something." The trainee mage who was hunting monsters couldn't understand the captain's behavior at all, "Just let them go..."
"Claire, follow these two children and remember to keep your movements concealed. If there is an emergency, you must protect them."
The bearded uncle Wundt looked solemn as he watched the two children go away.
The female ranger who had previously rescued the two brothers was startled, nodded, turned around and ran towards the direction the brothers and sisters had left.
"That person just now was..."
"If I guessed correctly, they should be members of Rebelion's underground force. No wonder those two children didn't dare to speak just now."
After answering Shi Junjun's question, the bearded uncle Wundte fell into deep thought.
The underground forces are rooted in the slums and therefore have close ties with the residents here. Most of the members lived here before joining the underground forces. Based on such a relationship, there should be no reason to target these two children.
Unless it was to warn them not to reveal the identity of the slime killer...
But why would two ordinary slum kids look for assassins from underground forces?
Shi Junjun, who is far less familiar with the situation in the other world than other adventurers, stood on the roof to guard. The wood-and-stone mixed-structure hut where the slime killer lives is one of the few relatively sturdy buildings in the slums, and most of them are made of various scrap materials.
The shacks built can be counted on two hands if you look at the houses that have four walls and more than half of the roof.
The explosions and magic created by the adventurers alarmed the residents of the slums, and people who walked out of their residences gathered around the location of the adventurers.
These ragged and skinny people gathered more and more, blocking the already dirty and narrow streets.
Seeing this scene, Shi Junjun felt a little uneasy and asked Yanni beside him:
"This situation..."
"If they are all ordinary civilians, nothing will happen. I'm afraid there are members of the underground forces mixed in."
Jenny next to her also looked quite nervous.
I don’t know how long it will take for the female ranger who is hunting monsters to be within range. If the crowd continues to gather like this...
"Did you, the adventurers, come to our streets to handle some kind of commission?"
Someone among the gathered slum residents stood up and asked questions. Judging from the reactions of the people around him, he seemed to be a respected old man in the area.
As the leader of the monster hunting team, Wundt stood up and answered:
"Yes, old man, we are here to complete a task entrusted by the guild. I'm sorry that my brief battle with the other party has disturbed you all."
He hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the other party the general content of the commission intact.
After all, the slums are the territory of underground forces, and they always have to find a reasonable explanation for their actions here.
Moreover, the old man in front of me seems to have some prestige in the slums. Asking him to come forward and explain should be able to alleviate the uneasiness of these residents to a large extent.
"So, it's because the owner of this house attacked the adventurer first, so the guild issued a commission against him?"
After listening to Wundt's explanation of the general cause and effect, the old man's expression softened a lot. What the adventurers did today was nothing compared to the members of the underground forces who had no bottom line.
The reason why the people in the slums are so nervous is mostly because they are afraid of the force possessed by these adventurers. The magic that can change the local weather is too weird for them. Even in other worlds, not everyone has seen it.
Magical on this scale.
Just as the old man turned around and cleared his throat to calm the restless slum crowd around him, he suddenly felt as if he was speechless.
So he tried to cough twice harder, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even cough this time.
The old man, who had no idea what was going on, felt that there seemed to be some thick and warm liquid on his neck. He raised his head and wanted to raise his hand to touch his neck.
The frightened screams of the people around him reached his ears. The old man who didn't understand what was happening just felt like the world was spinning for a while, and then his head seemed to hit something hard. After a thud, his vision went dark.