settlement

Who am I? Where do I come from? What am I doing here?

When Esther, who had been wandering on the street corner for a long time, was called out by the middle-aged man wearing a black uniform with a white checkered pattern and a soft hat with a badge, she subconsciously felt panic. It was not until he asked Esther these questions that he became confused and confused about the subject.

"I want to know these answers too," Esther scratched her head and held her arms uneasily. "I'm sorry, I...I don't know either."

The man's face was very square, and he looked like he was in his fifties because of his beard. His light blue eyes looked at the ill-fitting clothes on Esther's body. Compared with the soft edges and corners of her facial features, she didn't look like a Loen at all, but more like a Loen person. The legendary mixed-bloods with elven blood on the sea made the man wonder if they were slaves who ran away from some black bar.

It looks like a bar or hotel on the surface, but many people are still doing illegal business privately, sending pretty girls to the interior for thousands of miles.

But normally, these slaves will have marks on their bodies, signs of abuse and punishment, and they will not be as "calm and calm" as Esther. But the girl's confusion didn't look like she was faking it. The man sighed with a headache. He didn't want to get involved in such a troublesome thing: "You don't know?"

Esther nodded quickly. She guessed that this man was probably some kind of inspector. If she could ask him for help——

"Pandy! What are you waiting for here? Two inspectors from above asked us to help investigate the disappearance of the shabby tavern on Iron Cross Street. Hurry up and show them the way!"

Another man ran over. He was still swearing and cursing the damn rats on Iron Cross Street. He glanced at Esther and paused: "What are you doing?"

Esther became nervous and shook her head repeatedly: "I, I'm lost! I'll ask someone else, so I won't bother this gentleman!"

Then she hurried off to the side road, not caring where she was going.

The two police officers glanced at Esther's back, and then hurried back to the direction of the police station. They had no time to care about a nameless little character. In front of the more important inspector, Esther's matter was instantly thrown out of their minds.

Esther walked on the street for a long time, and her eyes fell on her from time to time. After all, she looked so strange, whether it was the extremely ill-fitting and dirty men's suit, or her unique facial features and small breasts. Esther was able to see her face clearly through the window of a cafe. Her facial features had not changed much from her memory, but except for the fact that her hair turned light blond and her eyes turned gray, she looked like a mixed race. The original appearance was much more gorgeous.

Esther straightened her slightly curly hair and sighed at the display window: "Oh, it comes with beauty and thief expertise when you land? It's not bad luck."

Then she ran away as the waiter looked at her as a fool.

The buildings on the street were not in the style that Esther was familiar with, but closer to the Western-style Victorian style she had seen on the Internet. She had seen small streets of a similar style when traveling to a certain Macau before, but they were far less spacious than the streets here. There were simple street lights here, but no cars or bicycles were seen. However, Esther saw a public carriage, pulled by two horses that could swing their tails. She followed behind and looked at the road for a long time in surprise.

She didn't see anyone holding a mobile phone, which convinced Esther that the technology here had not developed to that point.

It wasn't until the sun was high that Esther's ankles felt a little sore. She had a better understanding of her physical fitness. At least in the world in her memory, she would have been exhausted.

Esther rubbed the remaining red fruit and whispered to her sleeve: "Little insect, do you want to eat it? It's not good for me to eat it alone."

Then she received a disgusted response that approximated "fuck off."

Esther made a "snap" sound and bit down on the red fruit to vent her dissatisfaction.

At the end of the long street is a Gothic black church. It occupies a small area but is very elegant and solemn. Colored broken glass windows hang on the outside of the wall, making the tall spire tower look like a pair of eyes watching the street.

People would come in and out of the church door from time to time. A young pastor in a black robe stood by the door, greeting people who came and went, and would chat with people he met acquaintances.

Esther looked at the situation over there from a distance, and finally gave up the urge to ask. She didn't have the habit of being religious, so she went to the church staff for help just because she was in trouble, which made her feel very awkward.

What's more, the current situation is not too bad. Esther tried to cheer herself up. As long as she could find a job and figure out the monetary value of this place, she could go back to the empty tavern and stay for a few nights.

Esther didn't plan to walk any further. She estimated that her memory was not strong enough to memorize more directions, so she followed the direction she came from and the iconic shops, and walked towards the vegetable market street where she came out this morning. go.

From what Esther saw, that block should be a local slum. Based on the street environment and residents' clothing, this was something she could easily deduce. This kind of place is dangerous, but it's also easy to hide. Before learning more about the world, Esther didn't dare to get too involved with others.

Since there are little bugs that can understand human speech, there may be more strange things in this world. Esther reminded herself to "always be vigilant."

Thinking of this, Esther couldn't help but smile, adjusted her mentality, and then mustered up the courage to walk into a street cafe.

A few minutes later, she walked out again disappointed.

This situation repeated all afternoon, until the sun set in the west, Esther crossed her arms and walked towards the intersection of the slum area.

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