Chapter 80 Mouse Lane

Silverbird City, a very ordinary seaport city of the Atlantean Empire, is a city built on the basis of freedom and fairness, where all people who come with goodwill are welcomed regardless of race. Now Allen is like an ordinary adventurer, passing through the city with the flow of people.

After the flash of the magic array, Allen took Ola Ruo to a wild place. After a two-day trek, they came to this inconspicuous town. Find a place to live first," Allen explained, "Then I want to regain my memory!"

The little angel showed half of his body in his arms: "It turns out that this is the place where human beings live - it's completely different from us!"

Allen looked at the dark dome above his head and the whole darkness around him. He felt very familiar, but it seemed to be far away: "This should be the world I used to live in. Although it is not like your place with the 'moon' and 'clouds', it is very comfortable - without wind, and there will not fall so much water from the sky. !"

"The world should be like that," it retorted, "You are underground here!" It roared angrily, "People and mice are different!"

Aran was silent, as if something was touched in his heart, but he couldn't hold it.

The streets of Luskan are covered with two to three floors of tightly connected buildings, which reflects that people there are desperate to squeeze into the high walls of safety to avoid the danger of cavemen. The sentries and watchtowers protruding from the roof may be decorations for individuals and guilds to show their superiority. This cautious city, Silverbird City, survived and even prospered, which is due to their high alert and almost paranoid attitude on the dangerous border. This is a city full of shadows, and the visitor can still keenly feel the curious and dangerous eyes projected on him from every dark hole as he moves forward that night.

The dock is the worst place in the whole city. There are thieves, hooligans and beggars, full of cracks in every narrow alley and every shadow. The fog that was shrouded all the time floated from the night, making the already dark streets more mysterious.

Allen found himself walking in such a street, and the last street before reaching the dock was a dilapidated path called Bend Lane Street. He immediately knew that they had entered a place full of villains and tramps and unconsciously pressed his hand on the weapon. The little angel is still hiding in his arms, but even it has felt a threatening atmosphere. Because it did not understand that this place was not ordinary bad, it decided to face his first experience in the civilized world with an open mind.

"We're here." Allen pointed to a tavern and said that there was a group of people who were likely to be ruffians at the door. Above the door, there is a sign that reads "Short Sword Tavern" after the wind and rain.

Aura swallowed his saliva with difficulty, or imitated this human-like behavior, and a complex feeling that scared him poured out of his heart. Do you really want to go into this place? It asked his friend carefully.

Aran nodded: "It is said that a lot of information can be obtained here. At least I can see where I should start," he explained, "No matter who I am or what I am doing, all this must start with recovering memories!"

"Strange human behavior." The little angel said carelessly, "Don't care too much about that kind of illusory thing!"

The atmosphere in the short sword tavern is in line with the dilapidated and stale seen outside. The pub part of this building is a large room with a long bar defensively located in the innermost corner, directly opposite the door. Next to the bar, there is a staircase leading to the second floor. The most common use of it is not ordinary passengers, but women with heavy makeup and too much perfume and their latest partners. Although sailors moored on merchant ships in Silverbird City do often come ashore for fun and excitement, they usually return to their safe boat before they inevitably get drunk and unprepared.

Anyway, the curved dagger is a pub full of sounds, colors and flavors. The fragrance of alcohol, whether from a barley wine, cheap fruit wine, or rare spirits, permeates every corner. The smoke emitted by imported tobacco is like the fog outside, blurring the harsh reality into a soft dreamlike feeling.

"Hi! Dear traveler, what can I do for you? The fat boss on the counter greeted Allen very well: "Do you want to have a drink or stay overnight?" When he saw clearly that it was a person, he added, "Or do you want to have some fun?"

"Some news!" Allen took out a gold coin and flipped at his fingertips, as flexible as a hovering snake.

The fat boss narrowed his eyes and did not reach out his hand. He lived in this place for many years, which made him very clear whether he could take it or not: "Dear friend, what do you want to know?"

"Some recent events," Allen pretended to be careless: "It has happened and is about to happen!"

The smile on the fat boss's face is more clear: these messages simply belong to the category of free, and now you can get a gold coin! He quickly poured Allen the cheapest a glass of aley to add some leverage to his conversation.

He soon began to talk about recent events, most of which were various rumors and hearsay about the Atlantis Empire.

The undead army has been fighting with the Free Alliance Kingdom outside the Archangel Fortress for several months. Under the leadership of the Grand Marshal of the Kingdom, Duke Miwig, the two sides are incomprehensive. As a human country, the Atlantis Empire sent as many as 30,000 reinforcements, while the Soros Empire sent 80,000 troops, with countless materials and equipment.

At the same time, the 'world's first' martial arts competition of the Kingdom of the Free Alliance Kingdom has been closed. Quinas, a disciple of the dusk Sword God, broke through the 7th level in the competition. At the end, he defeated Randall, the president of the Storm Harp Mercenary Union, and Leo Porter, the prince of the Soros Empire, won the first laurels and became the latest one of the Black Forest Castle. Ren Wuji.

Due to the failure of the previous reconnaissance mission and the defeat of the martial arts competition, now the storm harp has become a second-rate mercenary regiment, and a new mercenary regiment has risen in the kingdom of the Free Alliance, named Blue Mermaid.

"What about other news? - Is there any news about the Dwarf Kingdom, Elf Kingdom and Orc Kingdom?" Allen didn't know whether he could buy all the information at the price he paid, so he took out another gold coin.

The fat boss stared at the gold coins and his eyes flashed: "I'm not very clear about these - but I can introduce someone to you. He knows the news of those countries!" He immediately added, "But I need a little... hey hey..." He stared straight at Allen's hand.

Aurora muttered in Allen's arms: "I don't like his appearance - and it's a little sinister!" It noticed that when Allen took out the gold coins, the fat boss's eyes flashed past the wallet, and then showed some unfriendly emotions.

He ignored the little angel's complaint and put the gold coin on the table: "Where can I find him?"

The fat boss quickly put the gold coins in his arms: "According to general, he is usually in the 'nest' of Mouse Lane - you can get there in half an hour!"

"Rat Lane?" He repeated.

The fat boss attentively took out a shabby sheepskin and quickly drew some lines on it: "You can find him along this road - his name is Deli!" At the end of the parchment, he marked a house heavily and wrote "nest" next to it.

He handed the sheepskin to Allen: "I hope you can find what you want - this map is free!" He began to laugh.

Aran looked at the parchment and nodded, but did not take it - he had written down the route - but he obviously frowned, because there was a sense of detour.

He turned around and left calmly. From the beginning until now, he has not let go of his left hand holding the knife.

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When they walked to the dock, each alley showed the same scene, that is, it was full of rubble and waste. Allen looked at every shadowed depression with a high degree of vigilance. His eyes are not as sharp as the dark elves in the night, and if he really uses the night eyes to see what is hidden in the dark, he may hold his knife handle tighter.

But he was not particularly noticed: he looks far from the typical drunk who will fall here at night, nor is he the prey that thieves can easily get. Allen's alert attitude and wearing a bright machete can already scare off most of the villains.

In the maze of streets and alleys, they spent a long time looking for "Mouse Lane". It is on the edge of the dock, parallel to the sea, and it looks like it can't walk through in the fog. The long and short warehouse is sandwiched on both sides, and the damaged boxes and boxes are scattered on the streets, making the already narrow passageway possible for one person to pass through in many places.

"This is a good place for a walk on a hazy night." Allen said without expression.

"Are you sure this is the alley we are looking for?" Aurora asked. It is also not interested in the place in front of them.

"There may be something interesting here," Allen explained, "I'd like to know what's waiting for us!"

"Then let's go." The little angel said, "It's better to finish the bad task quickly."

Alan slowly entered the alley. They walked less than ten feet, and he heard a click from a crossbow.

He suddenly stopped and pulled out his machete. They are keeping an eye on us." He whispered.

"In the window sealed by a wooden board in our upper right." Aurora explained that its unique perception has allowed it to identify the source of sound. I hope it's just an early warning. Maybe this is a good sign that you are about to find the person you are looking for.

"None has ever said that pointing to the crossbow above my head is a good sign!" Allen retorted. But keep moving forward and be ready to fight. This place is full of danger!" He began to lift his steps and walk across the pile of rubble again.