Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Ando Kairich walked onto the main street of Bayam and took a deep breath of the salty air.

Although the place was small and had poor facilities, it was close to the sea. When he opened the window, Kerridge could catch a glimpse of the sea from the turbid and crowded city air.

The reason why he chose this place was not because Kerrich was so short of money. In addition to saving unnecessary expenses, it also increased the chances of contacting the local underground industry in Bayam.

Coming back to the ground again, Kerridge felt as if he was in another world.

A few months ago, Kerridge was an office worker, a skilled network security engineer, and an ordinary employee in a small company who lived a stable, wealthy but overworked life.

Until one day, a junior named Klein Moretti suddenly left without saying goodbye, left a letter of resignation, and walked out of the depressing cubicle in a cool manner.

【The world is so big, I want to see it. 】

I have to say, this sentence really ignited something in Kerrich's heart.

Perhaps this desire to go on adventures and explore the world has been buried in my heart for a long time, Kaili thought. Could it be that this wonderful idea has begun to flourish since I learned about my Xidalu bloodline?

Searching for ancestors, exploring bloodlines, traveling to distant places... Sometimes it was just a mysterious excuse to start one's paralyzed body, stimulate one's weak spirit, and become a piece of meat and bone hanging in front of one's eyes but never eaten, driving people to work day after day in the huge machine of Backlund, using the oppressive framework to squeeze out the last value of people of every class.

But now, Klein's resignation letter broke the shackles of Kerridge's heart, as if Klein was the warrior who bravely jumped out of the endless grid between the city and life, and successfully pursued his own poetry and distant places. This made Kerridge feel that it was very possible to break out of this life.

Therefore, the cart dog bit the big stick hanging in front of it and resolutely jumped out of the reins that brought wealth but pain.

Is the Western Continent really as beautiful as people imagine? Is there really a paradise on earth that satisfies everyone's imagination on the other side of the endless fog and terrifying natural dangers?

The answer is of course no. Kerridge has always been sober and such remarks are just the self-anesthetization of a mediocre person.

People from the Western Continent also use the Internet. Although they cannot meet in person, they can curse each other on the Internet.

There is a living world on the other side of the sea, so the idea of ​​a happy paradise is of course complete nonsense.

But at least, there is no Backlund in the Western Continent, and it is far enough and mysterious enough.

This is enough.

Air and boat tickets to the Western Continent were not easy to buy through regular channels. They were always fully booked, and even with the help of technology, it was impossible to get a ticket. Kerrich even began to doubt whether these tickets were not in circulation at all.

Finally, Kelrich decided to go to Backlund's underground city and try his luck in the black zone.

The good news is that Kerridge won the bet. After working in the underground city of Hazel Street for several months, Kerridge finally got a clue.

Bayam.

The largest smuggling route between the North and South Continents is in Bayam.

So now, Kerrich immediately came to Bayam.

Of course, it is always dangerous to come into contact with extralegal forces, not to mention the black areas of foreign countries. Kerridge is not playing around casually, he is well prepared.

In addition to spending a large amount of money to airlift a magical three-legged white dog, Kerridge also hired a killer on the [Death Notice] website to protect him.

Kelrich felt that protecting an unknown kid who wanted to sneak across the border was not a big deal, so he wandered around the Earthworm Island bar in the dungeon Evernight Harbor, and finally signed an agreement with Floda at the suggestion of the bartender.

It’s definitely not because Floda is the most cost-effective option on the site.

A hacker with a sudden idea, a big white dog without a leg, an idiot big thug, and a temporary exploration team started to operate.

In the great spirit of being here, after a brief rest, Kerrich decided to go to the main road to visit Bayam's attractions.

With the big silly boy Floda and the big white dog Sota, Kerrich had a rare and wonderful sense of relief that someone was at home to help take care of the children, and even his steps on the road inevitably became much faster.

A pair of strange ears slipped past the corner of his eye, and Kerridge stopped.

Wait, that street performer just now... is he from the Western Continent?!

Kerrich took a closer look and found that this man from the Western Continent wearing glasses and pigtails was a street performer. It seemed that he was closing for business now. He folded up the sign that stated his business scope and placed it on the ground, along with a folding stool, and put it under his butt. He was wearing headphones and concentrating on playing the game console.

In the official data of Rorsted, there is no data indicating that there are settlements of people from the Western Continent on any island of the Republic of Rorsted. If the ancestors of the Western Continent people came to Bayam, they must have experienced several generations of interbreeding with the locals, just like Kailichi himself, and it is impossible for them to have the same facial features as those Western Continent people on the Internet.

The authentic Western Continental person in front of me must have been imported from the Western Continent in this life.

Whether it is legal or illegal, this person must have experience crossing the strait!

Chang Tou Tu, who was playing games, suddenly felt a chill. He had to stop the game. He looked up and saw Kerrichi with Rune's face. Some kind of inexplicable bad luck rushed to his head, making him feel very unhappy.

"Loen people, what are you doing? You have been standing here staring at me for a long time!"

"In fact, I may not be considered a pure-blooded Loenese."

Kerridge muttered that he wanted to tear down Chang Tou Tu's billboard, but the other party slapped his hand away impatiently.

"Okay, I saw that you wrote here that you can tell fortunes, so I thought I'd try to ask..."

"Don't ask." Chang Tou Tu interrupted rudely and handed over the terminal. "Pay the money first and then ask. Two thousand Sima."

This person always gave Chang Tou Tu a bad feeling. He was very eager to escape immediately and deliberately asked for a high price. Unexpectedly, Kerridge glanced at him without hesitation and confirmed the deal with his biological features.

"You... forget it, whatever you want to ask, just ask it now, I need to get off work."

“Sir, do you know of any way for Bayam to go to the Western Continent?”

As he spoke, Kerridge lifted his hair, revealing a pair of triangular ears that are unique to modern elves.

"...You have Western Continent bloodline..."

Chang Toutu sighed. This was indeed a question worth at least two thousand Sima, and it was far from enough.

"This question is very expensive. If you must know, you need to add another four thousand Sima."

"Ok, no problem."

"I want to warn you that traveling to the Western Continent through unofficial routes is extremely dangerous. You have no idea what you will encounter during your journey. Even death is just a possibility..."

The crisp sound of funds being deposited into the account interrupted his warning.

"Ah... it's really hard to persuade the damn ghost with good words."

Chang Tou Tu accepted his fate for the sake of six thousand Simas, and he pointed in a certain direction reluctantly.

"Go to the fourth floor underground of the Chatterbox Building. Old Alessi has a car repair shop there. If you don't have 4 Sima ready, don't go looking for him."

"Okay! Thank you so much!"

Kerridge was overjoyed at the unexpected gain and immediately said goodbye to Chang Toutu.

Looking at the other person's departing back, Chang Tou Tu just sighed.

Let go of the need to help others and respect the fate of others.

He really didn't look like he would live long, but perhaps this was his fate.

But during this period, first there was the uncle who was looking for his daughter everywhere, and then there was the pretty boy who was determined to die. He encountered these short-lived ghosts with great disasters on their backs one after another, which made Chang Tou Tu feel sick. He felt like he was shopping on the street and a seagull pooped in his mouth.

Only the fate of the new magician from outside the province was unusually quiet. Chang Tou Tu could not feel anything. It seemed that the other party's fate was rare and peaceful.

Chang Tou Tu quickly packed up his things and fled the scene.

Shit, what bad luck!