The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Walking between the streets, looking around at the street lights and shops on both sides, except for the laughter of young women who are still abandoning themselves like copper bells, and the unbridled laughter of men when they exchange cups, they can never find the prosperity of the past. .

I walked to the three places where Phoenix, I, and Xiao Zhi once lived together. This place was turned into ruins in the previous fire. At this moment, this ruin is no longer visible. What appeared in front of me was a It is a small independent building that is not too big. It is said to be a small building, but in fact it is short and dilapidated.

An old man who seemed to be dressed very simply, sat quietly on the short stairs, with a cigarette stick in his mouth, and smoking a cigarette.

He was smoking a cigarette in his mouth, but his eyes were staring at me for a moment, with three points of curiosity and seven points of alert in his eyes.

From his vicissitudes and desperate brows, I can feel a kind of attachment to this moment and despair for the future.

Perhaps he had children.

Perhaps that child is still healthy, sunny.

Perhaps the child is working hard, intending to make enough money, open a shop, marry a daughter-in-law, have a child, and the family will be together in peace, not asking for riches, just food and clothing, if you continue It would be best if you can have some spare money, add clothes to your wife, and send your children to the Adventurer Academy for two days.

However, the cruel reality, if a sledgehammer, shattered the fragile dream like a mirror.

In the end, the old man could only find a piece of ruin, find some wooden strips, find some nails, knock and beat, and build a place that can barely shelter from wind and rain.

He usually worked hard in order to survive in the chaotic world. Only when night fell and everything was calm, did he put down his hanging heart, took out the cigarette stick, and sat quietly on the steps, in the white smoke and the clicking sound. In, enjoy a moment of peace that belongs only to you.

Thinking of this, I may understand a little bit, why the father's eyes are full of curiosity, and there are more guards.

Because I have a knife.

Apart from adventurers, the only people walking on the street with weapons are the women who plan to find her husband desperately.

The old man is very old and he has a lot of knowledge, especially the turmoil that happened not long ago, he remembers it even more, so he had to guard against adventurers like me.

Perhaps because he not only wants to keep his own life, but also his hard-won little family.

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I never thought about why I did this, let alone what the consequences of doing this would be. Maybe it was impulsive, or maybe it was the attachment to the former residence that emerged suddenly.

I approached the old man, stretched out my arms, grabbed a handful of silver coins and copper coins in his horrified eyes, and handed them over.

The old man didn't move, he was in a daze, and there was a puzzling light in those cloudy and old eyes.

He did not understand why a stranger gave him money.

He didn't dare to pick it up, for fear that the stranger would furiously because of his act of picking up the money, and drew his sword to kill.

But he didn't dare not answer, because he couldn't figure out whether the young man wanted to give him money, or simply wanted to tease him.

He hesitated, his hands were shaking, his lips were shaking, even the cigarette stick in his mouth was shaking.

I sighed lightly, stretched out my hand, opened his pocket, and gently put the coin in his pocket. However, when there were few coins in my pocket, the coin was drawn from the side and fell on the dilapidated staircase made of wooden boards. Up, making a dull sound.

"Take it" I said.

The old man trembled, hurriedly retracted his hand, and lowered his head subconsciously. Only then did he find that many coins were rolling down his damaged pockets, falling on the wooden boards next to him, and on the dirt under the boards.

"Thanks, thank you... yes, sorry" the old man no longer knows whether to thank or apologize first.

Because the stranger in front of him gave him a lot of money, but the money fell on the ground because of his negligence. This behavior, in his eyes, is no different from soiling the clothes of a nobleman, and can be condemned as a capital crime.

He was picking up the coins that fell on the ground in a panic, like an ant that got lost, constantly searching for the smell of his companion.

"Thanks, thank you..."

The old man who took nearly twenty minutes to pick up the clean, looked around in a panic, looking for the shadow of the stranger who gave him money before.

However, at this moment, I have already left, leaning against an unobtrusive wall not far away, peeking at all of this.

"Old man, what's the matter?" An old woman opened the door with a trembling voice.

Not only did her voice tremble, but everyone was trembling.

"A young man gave me this..." The old man carefully held the money in his hand and showed it to her wife.

It took a lot of effort for the old woman to see what the old man was holding in her palm. She continued in a trembling voice and said, "Old man, where is that young man?"

"Let's go." The old man looked around again, coughed, and said, "It's gone in a blink of an eye."

The "old man" old woman's voice was still trembling, but her voice was full of excitement: "You may have misunderstood, that is not some young man, but our **** of creation, he sees us pitifully and gave us this money. "

Hearing this, I retracted my head and stopped looking.

"Why didn't you watch it" a voice sounded beside me, very low.

I sighed lightly and said solemnly: "If a country is very stable, then the poor people who receive relief will immediately think of the ruler of the country, and when the people of a country despair of the ruler, the poor people who receive relief, Only grateful to God."

"So, do you think there is no hope for this country?"

"What do you think?" I turned my head, looked at the person beside me, and said, "Shan Yong."

"I think there is hope in this country."

Shan Yong is dressed in uniform, full of self-belief.

"Oh?" I smiled: "Reason?"

"Because my master has not given up on this country" Shan Yong said, looking at me seriously, and said, "Isn't it?"

I looked at him, ten seconds later, smiled slightly, and said, "You are right."

After all, heading in the direction of the slum, Shan Yong quickly followed up with me.

I looked ahead and whispered: "What laboratory and what happened during this time?"

"Nothing happened for the time being," Shan Yong said, "But not long ago, a batch of supplies was sent into the junction forest, probably to support Achilles and the second master."

"This Carter Scott, what does he want to do?" I frowned slightly and exhaled again.

Shan Yong shook his head and said, "I don't know, and I also asked someone to find out. No matter in the palace, in the neighborhood, or even in the casinos and prostitutes, there is no news about it."

"Such strict sealing must not be a good thing" I sneered: "Since you can't find it, don't check it. Anyway, he will show his tail one day."

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