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Chapter 58 Tavern
The west of the city is the civilian area of ​​Layton, or it can also be called the poor area.

Although the area only occupies about 1/4 of the area of ​​Layton, more than half of the population of the entire city lives. The terrain is intricate and it is also the area with the highest crime rate in the entire city.

It seems that it is very suitable for the place where the remnants of the disaster should really stay. After all, the more the place is mixed with fish and dragons, the more suitable it is for people who can't see the light to live.

After absorbing the inheritance in the spores, the remaining magic power in the mirror image body can still support his activities for two and a half days, which means that Ryan must find the next "battery" as soon as possible to prolong the existence of the mirror image.

After all, he had already killed the spores in the gold coin, and temporarily lost the ability to create this body again.

While looking for the "battery", it can also allow him to obtain karma without psychological pressure. This is also the main purpose of Ryan's preparation to enter the Calamity Church.

In the case of knowing that there is a leek field, I am afraid that no one can hold back the knife.

"Judging from Black's attitude, the Calamity Church is not in harmony. I am afraid that it is not uncommon for church members to fight each other."

"My body can barely exert its short-term second-order strength now. I must first find a weak "battery" to charge it." Ryan's eyes flickered slightly.

According to his perception, those breaths are not exactly the same. Although the distance seems to be about the same, the breaths are strong and weak.

According to the incomplete memory in the spores, these breaths should be Black's former subordinates, or something like offline, so he can feel the existence of these people.

To some extent, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call them "children" or "descendants".

The powerful aura was like a street lamp in the dark. Although he couldn't see what was under the street lamp, he could clearly sense the other party's existence.

And the weak breath is like the faint light of the cigarette butt after lighting a cigarette, the weak one is almost invisible.

His goal is to solve these weak "twilights" first.

Before setting off, Mirror Image Ryan carefully cleaned up the traces of himself in the villa to ensure that he would not be found along the traces. Then he reconstructed the details of his body, and then walked down the stairs silently like a thief, using the study quill and paper to write a letter.

The content of the letter is probably to tell the police that the owner of this villa has died in the basement, and he is just a passing Kamen Rider. Out of the psychology of protecting justice, he immediately reported to the police after seeing all this. all of these.

As for what the police will understand Kamen Rider to be, that's none of his business.

After finishing all this, Ryan put the letter in his pocket, changed his clothes into an old brown-yellow coat, and changed his head into a felt hat with a round brim of the same color, looking like a clean but poor scholar.

After leaving the villa, Ryan suddenly felt a refreshing cool breeze, and the whole person calmed down.

The street in front of him was dark and silent, with no pedestrians, only the light of street lamps shining quietly, and only wealthy areas would be so extravagant to install street lamps.

The moon hanging high in the sky has reached the southwest direction, and the moonlight has not completely faded, but the sky has become brighter.

"The groom said what time did the day shift start?" Ryan muttered to himself, if he wanted to walk to the west of the city with his legs alone, it would be dark when he arrived.

Fortunately, he didn't walk on the road for too long. Half an hour later, a public carriage drove up from behind Ryan.

Seeing that the other party didn't intend to stop, Ryan looked at his clothes thoughtfully, and beckoned the carriage to stop.

"Good morning, sir." The groom skillfully stopped the horse and yawned at the same time.

"Go to Kent Street." Ryan stretched into his trouser pocket, which contained the change he brought when he came out, and there were still 4 pounds and 7 pence left.

"One pound, sir." The toll collector on the side replied without hesitation.

so expensive?It was more than my daily salary. Ryan frowned slightly, but he still took out a gold coin from his pocket and handed it over.

Seemingly seeing Ryan's thoughts, the toll collector explained:

"Kent Street and Roots Street are almost the two furthest blocks in Layton. It takes a lot of time and energy to send you there. After all, people there are reluctant to take a public carriage, and we have to run empty. return."

Ryan didn't answer, but asked instead: "What time is it?"

"06:30, sir."

After hearing the answer, Ryan stopped talking, closed his eyes and fell asleep in the car. This can reduce the consumption of mana and increase a little battery life.

When the scorching sun had fully risen and the sky was really bright, the carriage finally arrived at Kent Street.

After hearing the call from the toll collector, Ryan tapped his felt hat with his left hand and jumped out of the car.

Looking around, what he saw was a field of not-so-fresh cow dung, and some garbage cans on the side of the road that seemed to have not been cleared for several months. The garbage was already taller than a person, and there were many more The homeless men lazily lying on the ground with their upper body bare, their skin was dry and cracked due to long-term exposure to the sun.

This is the poorest and most chaotic neighborhood in the entire West End. Ryan, who is wearing clean but shabby clothes, doesn't even fit the style of painting here.

Ryan frowned. This was the first time he had come to this kind of place. The situation in the slums was a bit beyond his expectation. The place he stayed in before was too clean, which made him have an illusion. Perhaps this is the reason for most of the People's living conditions?
However, this place is not far from the nearest faint light spot in his mind, probably less than 200 meters away, and he can already clearly locate the other party's position at this distance.

Ryan didn't hesitate too much, walking through the intricate alleys in the direction in his mind.

To be honest, the structure of the houses here reminded him of the city known as the "Fog City" in his previous life, which was equally complicated and magical. He only entered the first floor one second, and found that he was actually staying on the rooftop in the next second.

Less than 200 meters away, Ryan walked for 10 minutes before finding the place exuding light spots—a tavern without a signboard. It should be a tavern, right?He was a little uncertain, because the store didn't have a clear signboard, and he could only see some wine glasses inside, but there were no customers.

Open the door and enter the store, only a long and narrow bar, a few small round tables, and empty wine glasses are scattered on the table.

"Is there any wine?" Ryan greeted the middle-aged man who was dozing off behind the bar. He seemed to be the owner of the store, and it didn't look like it could afford employees.

"What kind of wine do you want?" The middle-aged man who was awakened stood up angrily. There were many scars on his face, which looked like marks left by burns.

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