C10 Field City

The sun was setting.

The remnant wind of the setting sun brought with it a desolate chill. At the end of the city, at the point where the city walls intersected with the sky, a setting sun hung leisurely on the city walls. It was a pity that all his hopes and dreams only remained in his final moments.

Thunder with a violin on its back appeared at the end of the street.

Although no one could tell what that strange thing was, but looking at Thunder's dressing, many people understood that this person was a pretty good Wandering Poet. At the very least, there was not a single trace of filth on his body. He was so clean and tidy that it was shameful. It was as if he was born to be dejected and despondent.

"Hey, Wandering Poet, how about you play a song for us?"

A Warrior who seemed to be in a good mood held a silver coin and waved it around in front of Thunderclap, seemingly trying to tempt him. Beside the warrior was a blond girl with a fine figure and an exquisite dagger hanging from her waist. She was sizing up Thunder, as if she was very interested in Thunder, this Wandering Poet with his unique temperament.

Maybe it was because of this that the warriors would give it up.

Thunder did not reply, apologetically returning to the etiquette of a noble and left just like that.

The warrior was startled by the sudden appearance of the noble etiquette. He waited for Thunder to leave his sight before he looked at the blonde woman with a bitter smile. He was relieved when he did not see the anger he had expected.

In this world, there were bound to be nobles with unique interests who would pretend to be destitute swordsman or Knights, roaming around the Mercenary Group and other places where orthodox nobles shouldn't appear. However, many young nobles chose Wandering Poet who could receive praise and admiration. Of course, many of their goal was to find flowers that were lost among the commoners.

And the warrior and the golden-haired lady clearly misunderstood that Thunder was such a noble.

Thunder had made some simple disguises, especially to imitate the principles behind the zhenqi of longevity, to slightly change his temperament into grace and maturity. For example, this was a profound technique, which required one's understanding of the zhenqi to reach a very subtle level. However, in the midst of many trials and tribulations, this aspect of the problem was not difficult to deal with.

As Thunder walked through the bustling streets, he didn't even glance left and right, revealing a hint of curiosity. Compared to the prosperity before he transmigrated, Fei Erde City was not as prosperous as a county city. However, this was the first time he had explored the architectural styles of this world from this angle, so he had a whole new experience with it.

"Esteemed poet, may I ask if you need a guide?"

A thirteen or fourteen year old youngster who seemed very confident and neat suddenly walked out from a narrow and dark alley. He took the initiative to recommend himself.

They were the rumored guide to the city, also known as the Road.

They were very familiar with the city they were in. As long as they were in or around the city, they would know about it. Therefore, for those who came to a new city for the first time, most people would choose to find a way and get led by them. The price they had to pay was a small amount of money.

Under normal circumstances, those who would become roaders would be poor people who lived extremely difficult lives, with the majority of them being young children. Because their bodies were not strong enough, they could not do hard work, and they did not have any special skills or martial arts beside them, so they could not do technical work or Mercenary. Of course, this job was barely enough to keep him warm, not even for a basic amount of food, but it wasn't enough to starve him to death.

The number of roads they had depended on the environment of the city. A city like Fei Erde City, which was still considered bustling, naturally had a lot of ways to go.

Lei slightly smiled and refused, "There's no need for that. I don't have much interest in a path like yours, where you can cultivate Level 2 Dou Qi."

When the youth heard this, his eyes shone with a cruel light, but he quickly retreated in a humble manner.

There were many ways to make a living. Some wanted to make a living from this trade, some were supervisors from a writing organization, and some came with a special purpose. Sometimes, a teenager could be as obedient as the most obedient dog when some strong person was leading the way. However, if the guests appeared to be slightly weaker, they would immediately transform into a group of young butchers, leading the guests to their respective slaughterhouses. The blood that they accumulated for this type of method was probably thicker than ordinary Mercenary Warriors.

If Thunder had acted a little weaker just now, perhaps he would have become the prey of a group of young butchers.

Perhaps it was because of the youth's failure, but no one else actually dared to recommend themselves. This caused Thunder to be depressed, and he could only continue aimlessly looking for a place to rest.

However, Thunder wasn't completely unlucky. Before the sunset had completely disappeared, a wet looking child about eight or nine years old with a body covered in dirt was sitting in a corner of the street. The child seemed to be starving. Her petite body was leaning against the dirty and damp wall to save her burden. Her eyes were lifeless as she looked at all the passersby. Many times, she had thought of recommending herself, but her excessive hunger had made it impossible for her to do anything about it.

Thunder could tell at a glance that she was a girl.

Unfortunately for her, after a long period of malnutrition, her hair had turned a little yellow, her cheeks sunken, her body devoid of flesh. She was wrapped in a tattered robe, and when she saw the gloomy lightning approaching her, she tried to move into the damp street like a frightened rabbit. However, she was simply too hungry. The resistance from her body, as well as her rationality, caused her to stay where she was.

Anyone who saw her would feel pity for her.

"You're the way?"

Thunder really could not bear to do this, but he had to finish this trick and use that changing, somber voice to ask.

But little girl was too timid, the tears in her eyes had already moistened.

"Sir! "I am the way!"

Just as Thunder was about to turn around and leave, little girl shouted with a hint of anticipation in her panic. Although the voice was not loud, it was still like Zhu Yuyan's life reaping demon note that could directly penetrate into the soul of the lightning, causing it to ripple outwards in the mind.

The little girl saw that Thunder had stopped moving and immediately begged: "Esteemed poet, I am the way, I really am the way, I can lead the way for you right now. "No matter what mister wants, Lala knows that she is very familiar with Fei Erde City. Furthermore, Lala's guide fee is very cheap, as long as mister gives me a piece of black bread, it's fine.

Thunder's heart seemed to have been cut by a knife.

He even wanted rancid black bread. Just how hungry was the girl in front of him?

Thunder immediately took out his remaining jerky and handed it over, saying, "Lala, take me to a shop far away from here that can sell animal skins. It doesn't matter if it's farther than that. Also, eat these jerky first. If you don't have strength, you can't lead the way. "

"Thank you, sir! "Thank you, mister!"

Lala, who had almost forgotten the taste of the meat, looked at Thunder foolishly, thanking him while her hands trembled as she received the jerky. Following that, she started to wolf down her food like a tiger or wolf that had starved for a few days. The palm-sized jerky was only able to hold for three seconds under Lara's small mouth. It was truly terrifying.

"Thank you, sir! "Thank you, mister!"

Lala, who had struggled to swallow the jerky that was stuck in her throat, knew that she was being rude. Afraid that Thunder would be so easy to get along with, she thanked him profusely. Seeing that Lei didn't seem to mind, Lara immediately calmed down and led the way, "Please follow me Mister. There will be a reputable auction house at the corner of the street, and the backstage owner of this auction house will be one of the three great nobles of the kingdom, the Fei Erde Family. It's a pity that their fees are not very cheap, and the things they buy are not ordinary items. Only the powerful Mercenary Masters can sell one or two items to them occasionally. "

Lei smiled, didn't answer and followed.