Primordial Sequence

After Camus left, he stayed in a nearby hotel for one night, and early the next morning he stopped a carriage and rushed to the port area.

Numerous noises and shouts came from outside the carriage. The port in the morning was always busy. The air in the port was filled with a strong smell of fish. The fresh seafood in the entire Catic City came out from here, and the seafood was here. The longer the food is grown, the less quality it will be, so merchants will deliver the seafood caught last night to the trading market in Cadde City in the morning.

"hairtail fish...hairtail fish"

"Black tuna, blue tuna, delicious black tuna." A high-pitched shouting sound surrounded the sky above the port, and Camus gently opened the white curtains and spoke to the coachman.

"Let's stop here. I want to go for a walk." Camus' deep voice echoed in the coachman's ears. The coachman looked at the crowded flow of people and complicated traffic conditions and chuckled.

"Sir, maybe you made the right choice. The traffic here is very congested. After you get off the car, keep walking forward. Turn left at a cigarette shop and you will see the Home of Return." The driver quickly jumped out of the carriage. , while opening the car door for Kamius, reminding him in a friendly manner.

"Well, thank you." Camus bent his body and walked out of the carriage. The dazzling sunlight made him squint his eyes. After getting used to it, he found that the flow of people here was extremely crowded. Because of the special environment of the carriage, he could only see about half a mile. The environment on both sides made him pay no attention to the road conditions ahead. He wanted to get out of the car and just wanted to take a walk. This complex and lively environment made him think of the earth and home.

After paying 1 copper and 10 black coins, Kamiao pulled up his hat and blended into the crowd. The coachman behind him looked at his leaving figure and muttered to himself, "I forgot to remind this gentleman to be careful about the thief here. He looks like a thief." Decent sir, thieves here like this the most."

By this time, Camus had blended into the crowd. The flow of people here was extremely complicated. There were maids wearing black and white servant skirts buying seafood, dark-skinned porters wearing felt hats, and noble-looking gentlemen and businessmen wearing suits. There are also ordinary citizens with numb faces and dull skin.

Looking at the people coming and going, Kamius gathered his clothes, raised his head to determine the direction, and then walked in the direction prompted by the driver.

"Bang..." Just as Kamius was looking in the distance, a pale bunny woman wearing brown linen bumped into Kamius. The bamboo basket in her hand fell instantly, and some radishes and black oatmeal bread rolled to the ground. , the crowd looked over instantly.

"I'm sorry, sir, I was distracted. Are you okay?" When the middle-aged woman saw the bumper, her face became even paler, as pale as white paper, extremely abnormally pale, like a person who had lost too much blood and was malnourished. people.

"It's okay...Is your body okay?" Camus bent down and picked up the dropped items, handed them to the woman with a gentle expression, and prayed for her gently.

"May the sun god bless you."

"Um...thank you." A slight blush appeared on the middle-aged woman's pale face, a slightly invisible blush. She quickly took the bamboo basket and blended into the crowd.

Camus frowned. It looked like he had lost too much blood. At this time, another stream of people came. Camus put aside his thoughts, dodged several sharp "hospitality gentlemen", and found his destination. A bar with a very large floor, no... In a sense, it looks more like a venue.

I saw a semicircular building appearing in my eyes. It was made of gray-white rocks. There was no iconic object except for a bare sign outside. The huge yellow sign had the words "Return Home" clearly written on it. It's your destination.

Kamiao looked at the sign, pulled up his top hat and pushed open the wooden door of the tavern.

"Squeak..." As the tavern was pushed away, a complex smell mixed with the aroma of wine, sweat, and food filled the tip of Camus' nose. The heat wave that made the skin expand made Camus' body instantly warm. stand up.

"Hit him...Kham"

"Oh... you are such a coward... Dockery." The interior of the tavern is extremely wide. There is a wooden ring in the middle, on which two tall bears and pure humans are fighting fiercely. Surrounded by a group of hysterically blushing and thick-necked guests, with foul words coming out of their mouths from time to time, all in all, the atmosphere in the tavern was unprecedentedly intense.

Camus glanced around and walked to the bar of the tavern. There was a well-dressed bartender with graceful movements. Camus walked over with a thought in his heart. According to Su Lan's words, there is an exchange here, so the attendant here You must know something, so it’s better to go straight to the topic.

"I need something special." The young man who was bartending heard a low and secret voice. He gently put down his glass and turned his eyes to the source of the sound. This was a man wearing a black suit and a top hat. The gentleman with dark glasses is Camus.

"A glass of high-quality oatmeal wine." The bartender looked like he was not an acquaintance. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised and he looked at Camus quietly.

"Two drinks, one for you and one for mine, how much does it cost?" Camus raised his head slightly. Although he didn't like drinking, it didn't matter if he made an exception occasionally, so he spoke with a relaxed expression.

"2 silver coins. The answer you want is behind the piece of black cloth. I hope you get something." As he said this, he turned around and picked up a wooden jar, pried open the lid with the knife in front of him, handed it to Camus, and used his fingers to Point in a direction.

Kamiao smelled the rich aroma of wine in the cup, gently picked it up and took a sip. He found that the beer was warm and full of mellow flavor, so he nodded with satisfaction.

"Thank you for your guidance. I'll leave first." Camus took out two silver coins from his arms and threw them on the table. The silver coins danced gently on the mahogany cabinet and made a pleasant sound.

The attendant casually put the silver coins into the cabinet below, looked at the direction Kamius left from the corner of his eyes, and spoke softly.

"It's not a good habit to come to a pub and not drink."

Camus had already walked towards the direction guided by the bartender at this time. The stimulation of alcohol and the warm air made his face slightly red. As the curtain was opened, an open area appeared in Camus' line of sight. In addition to a few sofas, there were only two people in black suits. They saw Camus speaking with a dull expression.

"Intelligence, materials, slaves?"

Kamius raised his head slightly and said, "Materials." After saying this, he thought to himself, is there still human trafficking going on here?

Upon hearing this, the man in black suit walked over from the other side, pointed to a deep passage, and spoke to Kamius.

"After entering, keep walking in, and there will be a door at the end. He will guide you."

Kamiao heard the words and followed him, pushed open the black curtain and saw inside, and stepped in easily.

This was a dark corridor, with rooms and a few gas lamps on both sides of the corridor. Camus glanced around. The moon elf's talent allowed him to clearly see that there were dark red wooden doors on both sides. Irregular room numbers are clearly written on the door.

"1-1, 2-17, 3-4", Camus said the room numbers softly, and walked thoughtfully to the end. At the end of the room was a dark red wooden door, and Camus felt calm. After going around in a circle, I secretly complained, is this the road to hell? This depressing atmosphere, heavy air, dim lights, and dark red wooden doors all look like the road to hell.