Chapter 12: Alleyways

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Working at sunrise and resting at sunset, no matter in which era, it is the most conventional mode of activity for human beings.

In this regard, Beckley is no exception.

As the sun rises, the hustle and bustle can be heard everywhere, or hawking, or shouting, or shouting, or cursing, and then mixed with the chirping of chariots, horses, birds and animals, it is very lively.

Connor, who had been out of the tavern for a while, was now mingling with the crowd, enjoying the hustle and bustle while talking non-stop.

Some special nouns and quantifiers are mentioned repeatedly.

"The bait was bought temporarily and cost 657 source points;

The materials for the Ragnaros circle were prepared in advance, and cost 2767 source points;

The potions taken in advance are in stock, and the cost is 924 points;

The Grandel steel sword and the Nasir silver blade damaged in the battle had more than 36,000 source points, not counting the enchanted and inscribed runes;

In addition to the magic-breaking arrows, alchemy bombs, and magic dust, the cost alone is no less than 13,000, let alone labor.

Of course, the biggest problem was the bottles of potions that I took later. A bottle of high-level potions cost at least 15,000, which is outrageous. I drank no less than seven or eight bottles on the way back. "

"Hiss" After a brief summary, Connor suddenly took a long breath. "The cost this time directly exceeds the sum of the past few years, but..."

Thinking of the corpse sealed in the Book of Origins, Connor once again said to himself:

"Maybe, the book of origin is bloody money, but I will definitely not lose money. Anyway, I have been working for it for so many years, and this time is not bad."

In the end, a series of strange words came out of his mouth intermittently.

After repeating "the soul of migrant workers" a dozen times, Connor sighed heavily, looked around, turned and turned into a long and narrow alleyway.

The laneway is long and narrow, only one and a half people wide, with masonry walls on both sides, and a height of about three meters.

In a nutshell, it is an excellent ambush location. And there are many laneways like this in Beckley.

Although the alleys in the upper city can't be said to be clean, there are relatively few things like human excrement.

At the same time, it perfectly demonstrates several important features of the laneways of big cities.

The environment is chaotic, extending in all directions, mixed with dragons and snakes,

And these three correspond to composition, layout, and personnel respectively.

"It's an excellent place to hide filth," Connor said to himself.

After some twists and turns, Connor arrived at the destination of his trip.

An old single-story building, the yellowed walls tell the story of the passage of time. At the closed gate, two big men in standard local ruffian attire are sitting on the stone guardrail, shaking their feet up and down. Occasionally, passers-by cast curious glances and were glared at.

Connor walked towards the building, but when he approached the gate, he suddenly turned to the side and walked along the outer wall of the house towards the backyard.

While walking, he was still muttering, "Strange evil taste...the head was eaten by a ghoul...Ugly people often do mischief" and other words. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

At the outer wall of the backyard,

A long and narrow stairway extends downwards from the ground, and an old man in ragged clothes who looks like a beggar is squatting aside and squinting his eyes, as if taking a rest.

"Ding~"

With a pleasant sound, a coin was thrown from Connor's hand, and fell into the old man's arms in a graceful arc. The latter slowly stretched out his hand and groped in his arms for a while before picking up the coin.

The head of King Maurice VI reflected a faint brilliance under the sunlight, and the texture of the double-headed griffin pattern on the other side made the old man reveal his brown front teeth.

Happy, super happy, the happy mood made Old Mike's breathing a lot easier. One Cronin is worth the sum of his income for several months.

He eagerly opened his eyes, wanting to see what this rich-spending fool really looks like. If it's suitable, he might be able to get a lot of extra income from him.

"Anyway, with Frank here, as long as there is no trouble, no one can do anything to me. As long as..."

Old Mike's active thoughts that did not match his age came to an abrupt end. The face that he never wanted to see in his dreams was looking at him at this moment, with that annoying smile.

"Damn it, how could it be him."

Old Mike quickly lowered his head, quickly took out a bone seal from his pocket and handed it out.

Fortunately, the person who came didn't stop there. After receiving the seal, he walked down the stairs.

After the leaving figure and footsteps disappeared completely, Old Mike spat a mouthful of thick phlegm towards the stairs, cursing in a low voice:

"Damn bastard, damn Connor Greenlant..."