Deep in the alley of Ribian Street, a murder occurred.
The narrow alley surrounded by the walls of the surrounding buildings is a space where sunlight cannot penetrate even during the day.
In this gap that can be called the dead end of the street, those incompetent people who cannot adapt to the cruel rule of the Rib Blade Street leader should have lived here in groups, staring at their bloodshot and cloudy eyes like a pack of disabled hyenas, lying on the ground somewhere.
This dark corner is waiting for someone to enter here alone, and then be slaughtered and eaten by them.
Now, there is no one here.
The exterior walls of the houses made of random gravel were given a new coat of paint, and the ground in the alley was as damp as mud.
The smell of excrement and old clothes that was always present has now been contaminated by another, stronger smell.
The source of the smell that pierced the nose was the thick red liquid that was still dripping from the wall.
Behind Roland, there were corpses scattered on the ground. The number was about twenty. Scattered pieces of meat were spread randomly on the road, and the shape of the ground was basically invisible.
"I've been so careful, but my shoes are still stained with blood... Do you want me to go in barefoot? Isn't it good for these idiots to just lie down and wait for mushrooms to grow?"
Roland glanced at the battle information floating out, shook off the blood on his sword, kicked a head that fell at his feet with his bloody boots, and spat with disgust.
Brain saliva.
Of course, Roland is not a brain-eating demon. He just wants to learn magical skills from an old druid with a mysophobia.
However, if Roland didn't pretend to be a brain-eating monster, there was no way he could leave the Golden Lion Avenue safely.
The manager of that street had been to the underground world before - Roland naturally knew about it. He had done the old man's task before, and even the brain-eating monster he feared most knew it clearly.
It's not that there are no other routes to where Roland wants to go. The City of Fortune is already connected in all directions, and there are no less than seventeen roads that Roland can take from entering the city gate to where he wants to go.
Roland naturally chose the path with the lowest enemy strength.
White Night Avenue, whose leader is dead, Golden Lion Avenue, which is quite powerful but has ways to avoid risks, Amazon Avenue, which is not dangerous to "Miss Hellland", Rib Blade Street, which received a warning from the elder of Golden Lion Avenue, and then in Rib Street
Go east in the increasingly narrow alley between No. 13 and No. 14 Blade Street, and finally climb over the triangular block formed by the two houses squeezing each other to reach the place where Roland wants to go.
There were almost no dangers along the entire route. Compared with other routes, the route chosen by Roland can be said to be the safest.
The price is that Roland must use his acting skills to play the role of a brain-eating monster to deceive the controller of the Golden Lion Avenue.
This is nothing to Roland. He has done such bottomless things as women's clothing, and he doesn't care about eating some brains. After all, when he was on Earth, Roland liked to eat roasted pig brains.
The problem is, after climbing over this wall, you will reach the position of the old druid. Although it probably doesn't matter that the rebellious druid is a rebellious druid, it seems not polite for Roland to run over like this with a mouthful of brain pulp...
After all, he was a severe mysophobia. Roland had already planned to leave the boots that had accidentally stepped on the blood here. Naturally, he would not let himself run over to say hello with a fishy smell in his mouth.
After searching around with vines, Roland plundered everything on these people.
He needs some money now.
In the City of Wealth, it can be said that it is difficult to get along without money. Just like in the town of Ram before, Roland can eat and drink in the entire Kalar based on his identity as a druid, but in the City of Wealth, the druid's
At most, identity adds some value to Roland - not personal value, but auction value.
But Roland was soon disappointed. There were seventeen corpses in total, and only a dozen copper coins were found in total.
Come to think of it, if you could be forced into a place like this like a wild dog and wait to eat corpses, you probably wouldn't have anything like this on your body.
But unexpectedly, Roland found something good.
Saying this may mislead others, because strictly speaking, the things Roland found are not valuable.
It was a half bottle of imported butter beer. It looked like it had just been opened, and the mouth of the bottle was polished brightly.
You can tell with your toes that this cannot be bought by this group of homeless people who abandon human dignity - even if this thing is not expensive, there is no way they can afford it.
Probably from the previous victim——
Roland looked sideways at the corner. There was a corpse that had been torn into several pieces, with less than half of the flesh remaining. It probably died not long ago and had not yet rotted. There was a small fire and a broken pot next to it.
The iron cover - it was probably used as a cover to block snow and fire, after all, the snow was quite heavy yesterday.
It seems that this man who is now well-known must be a traveler who wanted to come here yesterday to tidy up his clothes filled with snow. He was carelessly attacked and killed by this group of losers who only had the highest official rank. He deserved his death.
...Wait a minute, if you are a traveler, you shouldn't only have a dozen copper coins on you, right?
Roland narrowed his eyes.
With a thought, four vines spread out and spread out, regardless of getting stained with blood, and tried their best to search for everything around them.
After about a few breaths, one of the vines brought a blood-stained medal to Roland.
Roland directed several other vines to wipe the medal hard. After that, a golden sun pattern appeared in front of Roland's eyes.
"This is……"
Roland turned around in surprise and looked at the corpse: "A priest from Tyre? How is that possible... No, I understand."
After figuring out the connection, Roland sneered.
Manipulating the vines again, he threw the medal into the chimney of a nearby house. The bronze medal mixed with a trace amount of fine gold fell steadily into the fire under Roland's deliberate control without making any sound.
"If you can still find it like this, it means that your death was not in vain..."
Roland murmured.
Then, as if realizing some kind of crisis, Roland used vines to pull himself up to the high wall. Facing the corpses covering the entire alley, he took a sip of butterbeer, rinsed his mouth, and then spit out the wine.
came out.
Roland was startled suddenly.
As if he sensed something was wrong, Roland took another tentative sip.
"Pooh!"
This time Roland was spit out almost as soon as he imported it.
He tasted something familiar.
"——Fairy's Kiss?"
Roland looked surprised.
Then, the system prompt suddenly appeared.
[You are infected by a very small amount of poison, check your physical fitness... the test is successful]
【You are not infected】
[Check for perception...the check is successful; check for poison knowledge...the check is successful. You feel that the poison comes from the Fairy's Kiss (Seluna)]
Roland could feel this strange smell without even being prompted by the system. This pungent smell mixed with mint and peppercorns was really easy to identify.
In fact, if it weren't for this reason, many people would take Fairy Kiss as a poison and add it to their diet.
Although Fairy Kisses are generally used from different fairies, after all, Fairy Kisses produced by the same fairy have terrible twice-addictive properties. If you want to plot against someone, it is completely possible.
But it's better to secretly replace the fairy kiss you use every day with one made from the same fairy. In other words, consider the good boy who has never enjoyed a fairy kiss in his daily life and doesn't even know the taste.
If the three clues of the fairy kiss, the medal, and the place of his death are connected together...
Roland squinted his eyes and showed an unknown smile.
"interesting."
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