Dawn of the Grey Tower

The Barak family belongs to a very subtle family among the twelve blood races. Basically, they are the hermit faction, and they have completely different ideas from the current blood race factions including the black blood. Especially Barak himself, this is a heterogeneous bloodline that is unusually famous both inside and outside the blood clan. The reason is that although the true ancestor of the Barak blood race is a human, he seems to prefer non-human races. It is said that in the Barak blood race's genealogy, the race before the conversion to humans is a minority. For this reason, the Barak blood clan is also called a zoo. They are few in number, their whereabouts are secret, and they rarely appear in human cities.

　　 It would be a big mistake to classify the Barak blood tribe as a disadvantaged race. Thanks to the quirks of the true ancestor of his faction, Barak’s tribe is rare but diverse. Elves and dwarves are not uncommon. Lizards and dwarves are not uncommon, and even those rarer races are converted into blood races. Some people claim that the true ancestor tried to transform the dragon into Vampire, but no one knew whether it succeeded or not. The fact is that the diverse members have brought diverse cultures and technologies. After different races and different logics are forcibly reduced to the same bloodline, many things will have unexpected changes. Take the elven blood family in front of us, normal elves may also be good at trade, but the race determines that they will not actively explore new rules.

When Cheese was in the Grey Tower, Anina had heard of Barak’s blood family more than once, and the latter commented on it as the most interesting and potential branch. She even vaguely stated that if one day the blood family wants to eliminate ten The difference between the two pedigrees is attributed to a true ancestor, so the true ancestor Barak is the best candidate. The reason is simple, Barak’s concept is sufficiently inclusive and complex.

Knowing Jung’s surname and promise, Cheese didn’t have any reason to stay in Youhe. Of course, he could use the short blade of the killing doll to identify the former, but Jung was not a blacksmith. Secondly, the relationship between them is purely commercial. The mage is very sure that if he can't provide rewards that satisfy the blood race, he won't get the slightest benefit from this. As for joining Youhe's network as an individual to earn profits as a mercenary? That's not the style of the gray robe. Besides, a short period of one month will not allow him to earn a lot of profits from this activity unless he does what he doesn't want to do.

　　 The rushing underground part is still uncomfortable. If the rising and falling sun and moon can make things on the ground appear different at different times, then in this man-made space, it seems that the so-called difference is only decayed. Outside the front door of Youhe, there are still few figures. It is not that there are people who need to deal with such big problems every day. The way Youhe works is destined to not be too lively. In contrast, other businesses here are booming. Two big men pushed a wooden cart past the cheese, piled with **** corpses, they were the victims of the underground Colosseum.

　　In such a huge city, a large number of desperate people are born every day, and a considerable part of them will be collected here to become fighters in large and small Colosseums. With better luck, they have the opportunity to be dressed up and sent to hidden places on the ground for the rich to watch and entertain. Those with bad luck will only be consumed here as a side show of gambling or **** trading. It is not difficult to explain why the merchants selling hands on the black street have so many materials, and the dead bodies are very cheap, because they have no other use and are only suitable for being poured into the river below to feed the fish. Or, feed something else.

　　 The man dressed in dirty rags with indistinguishable colors stopped the corpse truck and took out a few dirty coins to the cart man. The two looked at each other, shrugged and collected the coins, and after a brief explanation of where to send the cart, they left. The people who bought those corpses were ghouls, and the cheese didn't need much careful observation to see through the botched disguise, maybe it wasn't a disguise at all. And he was pretty sure that the two men also knew the identity of the buyer. They don't care. There is still money to be made from waste utilization, so why not do it? Such a zone is simply heaven for corpse-eating creatures.

　　 The ghoul, who had received a lot of food, rubbed his hands in excitement, looking very satisfied with the car's fresh meat. With Cheese's knowledge of ghouls, these flesh and blood have been enough for him to eat for a long time. However, there is nothing to deal with. Ghouls eating corpses is also part of the natural cycle, and it is also a deal approved by both parties. The question is, are there any flies here?

　　 The thin and short figure approached quietly, and he seemed to believe that the ghoul who had just bought the food still had money. Stupid judgments, more stupid decisions. The mage frowned slightly, the rusty dagger around his waist seemed to have stabbed him. Before the little figure made any substantial movements, Cheese had already walked over and stood quietly between the ghoul and the thief. And these two people, one was immersed in the temptation of food, the other was engrossed in the target, and they didn't notice that the gray-robed man's footsteps deliberately slowed down after reaching a certain position.

　　 The thief is neither dexterous nor cautious, and his timing is terrible. UU reading www.uukanshu.com can see that he will not be in this business for too long, and it is destined not to be too long. If such a skill goes to the ground to steal people and money, at most it will be beaten up. If you are lucky, you may not die. You can slowly learn from the failure and improve your skills until you become a habitual thief. But here, he didn't have that kind of opportunity. Ghouls definitely didn't mind adding a corpse to the cart, even if there was not much meat on it, they have always been a respectable species in the matter of not being picky eaters.

　　Hand stretched out to the waist under the tattered robe. The ecstatic ghoul was still rubbing his slender palms with sharp nails, but the eyes under the hood looked to his side intentionally or unintentionally. He had discovered this desperate thief, who had gained so much flesh and blood. Later, one should indeed be slaughtered to celebrate. There is still a big difference between a corpse and fresh meat. The feeling of blood flowing through the throat will bring an incomparable feeling of eating. He has been suppressed for too long in this city, and it is time to indulge a little. . Anyway, it's just a little thing nobody cares about.

　　The hand, clasping the thin wrist from the air, is really thin, reminiscent of the girl who is like a wild fruit.

"Okay, you were caught by me. Did you just want to steal my purse? It seems that I have to tell you what you can touch and what you can't!" The cheese sternly scolded, his voice utterly expressive. Anger. The thief caught by him stiffened all at once, and the thin body mage just picked it up casually as if he was trying to pull him from the ground.

　　 "Come here, you little thief, you are done."

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