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Old Jack bit the bullet and walked through the streets full of undead, and arrived at Bar Street in the West Street Market in about twenty minutes.

The atmosphere of Yongwang Town is conservative, there is no feasting on the bar street, the waitresses are all rough women, and the drinks sold are mainly cheap rum.

Old Jack opened the door and entered a bar with a horseshoe sign, asked the bartender for a glass of corn wine, looked around to see if there was no one in the bar, then lowered his voice when the bartender handed over the glass: "I want to see Daisy, she is here Bar?"

The bartender glanced at him, nodded secretly, and pointed to the stairs behind the right side of the bar.

Old Jack picked up the corn wine, as if he wanted to find a quiet place to sit, trembling up to the second floor.

There are four rooms on the second floor of the bar. The doors of the two rooms near the stairs are open, and you can see that the inside is full of messy sundries. At first glance, it seems that the second floor of this bar only has the function of utility room.

Old Jack walked around the broken pieces of the floor, came to the door of the third room with difficulty, raised his hand and knocked on the door: "It's me, Jack from the grocery store."

After a while, Old Jack heard the sound of moving heavy objects in the room through the door.

After waiting patiently for a while, someone finally opened the door from the inside.

"Come in and say." The woman who opened the door was a woman wearing an apron and a headscarf with a swollen face, urging Old Jack to enter a room that was also full of sundries, and then hastily closed the door.

"Has the undead been here?" Seeing his accomplice's nervous look, Old Jack's heart beat faster.

"I've been here, and I've been here twice." The woman's complexion was not very good.

Old Jack's eyes widened suddenly.

"Don't worry, it's all right." The woman waved her hand, kicked away the rubbish at her feet unhappily, walked to the dusty sofa among the debris and sat down, "I have known for a long time that some agents and mercenaries will use A kind of detection magic recorded with scrolls, just dug a tunnel under this bar, and built the entrance on the second floor. I have piled up so much garbage here, even those undead who can use spells will never find it To the person who is hidden by the old lady."

The undead of Tarantan can use magic, which is something Innadari knew when the Order of the Solari stumbled.

"You are the most reliable, Daisy, if you put this batch of goods in other places, you will be killed this time." Old Jack heaved a sigh of relief, and then said nervously, "But it's still not safe, those undead searched too much. If you are careful, you will search the places you have already searched repeatedly, so we have to send the goods out quickly."

"I know!" Daisy, the proprietress of the Horseshoe Bar, said irritably, "Didn't I tell you, stupid pig, those undead came twice! They found me twice! If the old lady is not calm enough, It has been exposed long ago!"

Old Jack didn't dare to provoke this crazy woman, so he kept his mouth shut.

"Damn it, aren't these two dead girls the losers of the shoemaker's house? How could they attract the undead?" The proprietress became more and more annoyed.

Old Jack's heart skipped a beat. It was his idea to do something with this batch of goods. He didn't dare to let the proprietress think it was his fault. Do you remember the group of orcs in the movie? It is said that the wealthy orcs from the Kenyan Empire even sent people from the Adler slave merchants to help them find people. If these Kenyan orcs spend Money hires the undead—”

The fat on Daisy's face, the proprietress, trembled, and the face that was already full of flesh became more and more ferocious.

The people in the town really haven't seen much orcs.

But in the land of Yongwang Town, there are indeed many orcs...

"It's so!" Daisy, the proprietress, hated her so much, she gritted her teeth and said, "It's so!"

It's not that their business has gone wrong, it's that they were implicated by their peers!

When the players turned the town upside down and complained...Yang Qiu had already left the town and appeared at the country fair two miles away in the eastern suburbs of Yongwang Town.

The territory of the Eternal Hope Territory is less than half the size of the Westham Territory, but its population is more than three times that of the Westham Territory. The villages are more dense, and the scale of the crowd settlement is also more impressive.

For example, this country market next to the town has developed a certain scale - there are many grass sheds built on both sides of the more than [-]-meter-long dirt road, and there is a not-so-small carriage and horse hotel in the middle of the market.

The Chariot Hotel consists of a three-storey building plus a row of wooden houses. The yard surrounded by earthen walls is quite large, which can accommodate at least two caravans with a size of [-] people. The function of this market is not only Serving the locals, due to the convenience of occupying the land business road, it can also enjoy the glory of long-distance caravans every summer and autumn.

It is only March now, and the caravan will not come for at least a month or two, making the market a little deserted, with only a few locals selling and buying mountain goods walking around, and the caravan hotel where the caravan will stay is even more empty. Less than a few people.

Yang Qiu, who concealed his figure with a subspace barrier, stepped into the Chariot and Horse Hotel openly.

In a yard about the size of a middle school playground, there were only four carriages parked.

These four carriages can be regarded as quite luxurious. The chassis are made of pure steel, and the body is made of high-quality wood. There are quite exquisite patterns on the windows and doors, but it seems that some parts of the carriages have been covered after major repairs. A sheet of iron painted the color of the wood.

Well, these four carriages must be luxurious and familiar...Because these carriages were originally the cars of the old mayor of Westham and a big boss of a certain club, but the original owner's surname coat of arms was worn away and erased. Just some special decorations...

There were two orcs standing in front of the place where the carriage was parked, feeding the horses. There were eight ground lizard horses. The horses were well maintained, their fur was smooth and smooth, and the scales on their legs were also polished.

Yang Qiu moved a little closer and heard the two orcs talking in a low and worried voice. One of them proposed to take his seriously ill companion to the city for treatment, while the other was hesitant and hesitant.

Yang Qiu stood by for a while, but didn't hear anything more, then passed the two orcs and walked into the hotel.

In the three-storey masonry structure building, at the gate on the first floor, two stalwart humans stood on the steps chatting, staring at the orc feeding the horses in the yard intentionally or unintentionally.

Going up the steps and entering the hall, you can see four or five humans sitting beside the counter drinking, smoking dry tobacco, and making loud noises.

On the sofa in the corner, there were three orcs arguing about something, and sitting with these orcs, there was a man who looked very handsome, smiled and talked very well.

Standing at the entrance of the hall, Yang Qiu looked at the three orcs, then turned to look at the two orcs in the yard, and couldn't help shaking his head.

These guys are really... so stupid. They were not careful enough when they chose their companions for Ossirian King.

When others said that Ossirian had a vicious infectious disease, they believed it.

Ossirian was put on hold in the cabin for isolation. Although it was a bit miserable, at least his life was not safe. The real crisis was actually these five orcs who seemed to be free.

Orcs can have quasi-professional combat power when they are adults, not to mention these orcs who seem to have some background under the name of "Kenyan Empire Orc Citizens", the other party obviously has no confidence in killing them all.

Yang Qiu was not in a hurry to show up, walked to the back hall of the hotel by himself, got some free drinks, returned to the lobby, and sat down beside the arguing orcs.

Inadler had a business partner with Adler slave merchants, this was something Yang Qiu could confirm after discovering that Inadler had an abnormal number of orc slaves.

Before the orc girl Lika was resold to Westem, she could even remember that the farm where she grew up had several complete orc families—this is enough to show that the orcs who were resold to Innadril were not scattered Instead of being brought here scattered, they were brought here in large scales and in batches!

Innatrix strictly forbids the slave business. Although there are large-scale serfs in the Odis territory next door, most of them are indeed "servants of the world", or "slaves of the world", or "voluntary" Dependent freemen.

From the perspective of the players, Yang Qiu can be sure that...the players have been to the Crescent Manor many times, and they have raised at least a few hundred slaves.

And this is also Yang Qiu's worrisome point - in a leading port city like Moses Port, the underground slave market is not as rampant as Inadoli!

The hundred years that the Bartleis family ruled Innadris did make some contributions to Innatrix's economic, population, and agricultural development, but in terms of internal governance, it was simply rotten.

During the eavesdropping period, Yang Qiu was slightly distracted and concerned about the progress of the players.

Many shops in Yongwang Town were overwhelmed by the repeated visits of the undead, and closed their doors early. However, people whose houses were in the town didn't have to run away. Even if they returned home, they would still be harassed by batches of undead.

This kind of excessive behavior of the players...Yang Qiu ignored it for the time being.

After all, Yongwang Town does have a big problem, perhaps even worse than Westham back then.

The vast majority of Westham people are forced to accept the cancer of the red-light district, and the complicit ones are at least on the bright side.

As for Yongwang Town, even a capable aborigine like Barton, who has been a lord for three months and has thoroughly reorganized the militia and security teams, still has not found any problems!

The cancerous tumor in Yongwang Town had already grown into the flesh, and it was impossible to find it without digging out the flesh.

While browsing the field of view of these players who harassed the residents to pass the time, Yang Qiu paused slightly when he turned to the field of view of the wonderful pen.

Miaobi Shenghua and her relatives and friends searched door-to-door for a certain bar in the bar area of ​​West Street. They checked upstairs and downstairs to no avail. When they walked out of the bar, Miaobi Shenghua suddenly let out a "huh" and suddenly stopped and turned around.

"What's wrong, Huahua?" Yang Ying, who was walking behind Miaobi Shenghua, said casually.

Miaobi Shenghua pulled Yang Ying away, ran into the bar again, turned his head, and looked at the lobby on the first floor of the bar.

There were a few drinkers sitting in the bar. It seemed that they came out to drink because of the unbearable harassment at home. They were very annoyed by these undead everywhere, but they dared not speak out. They just sat there holding their glasses and glaring.

Miaobi Shenghua didn't care if a bunch of yellow-named NPCs had any objections to her. Her eyes scanned back and forth on the ceiling of the lobby on the first floor, and her fingers seemed to be calculating something.

"Is there a problem with the ceiling?" Among the friends, the one who had recovered the CD of the Appraisal technique threw out the skill casually, and said in confusion, "No problem, nothing at all."

"Don't make noise." Miaobi Shenghua didn't bother to explain, walked to the middle of the lobby, ignored the anger of the drinkers, and used the art student's method of measuring proportions, using his own finger bones to measure the width of the floor and ceiling of the lobby again.

Then, under the puzzled eyes of the players and drinkers, Miaobi Shenghua ran into the small kitchen isolated at the rear right side of the lobby, fumbled here and there for a long time, and came out again with a confused face.

Then, Miaobi Shenghua thought of something again, lifted the hem of his robe and ran to the second floor.

Yang Ying didn't understand what she was doing, but as a fighter and often led teams, she would definitely not let the nurses in the team be alone, so she hurriedly followed.

Miaobi Shenghua ran to the second floor full of sundries, raised his hand in front of his nose, measured the distance between two open rooms and the corridor with his finger bones, and made a fist and clapped his hands hard: "It really is!"

Yang Ying: "Huh?!"

Bewildered, Yang Ying didn't hesitate at all, and immediately called all the people downstairs to come up.

"What the hell are you trying to do! Haven't you checked it already?!" In the third room, the ferocious proprietress who seemed to be sorting out the sundries opened the door and cursed.

Seeing this kind of strong woman who weighs three times as much as her in reality will surely make her shrunk, but in the game... the more terrifying monsters are seen a lot on the battlefield, it doesn't make sense at all, just excited Dichong's friends said: "The internal area of ​​the house is wrong, this house has a tunnel! The entrance is on the second floor!"

Hiding the entrance to the tunnel on the second or third floor instead of the first floor, this kind of clever trick has been seen in detective novels for a long time!

Without saying a word, Yang Ying raised her weapon and walked into the room.

The face of the proprietress of the Horseshoe Bar changed drastically...

Daisy, the proprietress who used a clever way to deceive the mercenaries and even the agents of the city hall, did not understand how the secrets on the second floor of the bar were seen through by these undead—in order to solve the problem of being I accidentally knocked on the wall and found that the echoes were different. The proprietress Daisy even specially built the walls with different thicknesses!

Shocked and furious, the proprietress turned back and pushed back into the room, pulled out a heavy machete with a thick back from under the sofa in the garbage dump, rushed out with a roar, and chopped the machete at Yang Ying.

As a soldier who has been on the front line of battle for a long time and often fights with various monsters and monsters, he was completely innocent in attacking Yang Ying by this humanoid monster whose name suddenly changed from yellow to red. The proprietress threw it over.

Warrior's rune skills consume more than other player professions. The advantage is that even the five scum players whose motor nerves are infinitely close to zero, as long as the anger value (reserved mental power) is sufficient, the rune skills can forcibly affect the whole body's movements , Meticulously play the perfect combat operation.

Yang Ying, who had never received any combat training, used this charging skill completely unaffected by her admirable flexibility and poor combat ability in other aspects. The flank of the proprietress.

When the charge was in place, Yang Ying skillfully raised the two-handed epee (actually, it was a knight sword weighing six catties, which should be a one-handed sword for a serious professional level) held in both hands. The blades of all the enemies in the front fan-shaped position fluttered out...

Daisy, the proprietress, is the first time the players have encountered a humanoid monster without armor.

Although the proprietress is extremely strong, with a powerful force no less than that of a quasi-professional, and a fat body with a defensive performance no less than that of light armor, she is a flesh body after all, and once she comes into contact with the vigorously swaying sword blade Flesh was cut to pieces, the howls of pain were distorted, and she instinctively retreated to dodge.

If it was on flat ground, there would be no problem for the proprietress to dodge Yang Ying's silly move that can only be output by standing up.

The problem is... the proprietress's feet are full of messy things that prevent outsiders from investigating the second floor...

After only taking two steps back, the proprietress stepped on an empty rum bottle, and her huge body collapsed with a terrified scream.

With the tonnage of the proprietress Daisy, she would have to struggle for a while to get up when she fell on the flat ground, and it would be very bad if she fell into the garbage mountain... The whole back of the body was sore from the mess of garbage, which was worse than the belly. It hurts, and I want to use my arms to support the ground, but I grab a lot of garbage, and then I grab a lot of garbage...

The proprietress fell so loudly that the entire floor on the second floor shook.

The drinkers and bartenders on the first floor heard the loud noise and looked up in astonishment.

Old Jack, the grocer who was sitting on the counter, clutching a wine glass in his sweaty hand, couldn't help but tremble all over...

When old Jack came down from the downstairs, he was reluctant to drink the corn wine he had just ordered, and decided to leave after drinking it.

As a result, before drinking half of it, undead broke in...

Old Jack, who was vaguely annoyed, wasn't too nervous at first. Daisy herself said that two groups of undead had come here before, but they didn't find anything.

The group of undead did not find anything when they went upstairs for the first time, and they came down within 2 minutes.

Before Old Jack could rest his heart in his stomach, the group of undead who had all walked to the door suddenly seemed to have discovered something, wandered around the lobby, and ran upstairs again...

"It's over, it's over, let's start, it must have been exposed, it must have been exposed!" Old Jack was frightened and wanted to leave this dangerous place immediately.

But... the other people sitting in the lobby didn't intend to leave. As the undead went upstairs for the second time, these inexperienced townspeople stretched their necks one by one as if they had discovered something extremely rare and interesting. Looking in the direction of the stairs; if there were not too many undead going up and blocking the stairs, Old Jack suspected that these people might want to follow up to watch the excitement.

They are very interested in all things that have nothing to do with themselves and are worth talking about, and these people can talk about the trivial things over and over again, which is probably the commonality of all small town residents... After all, ordinary life is too much. It's boring, and everyone needs some different stimulation to refresh their minds.

Old Jack knew very well that if he behaved differently from others now and ran away when everyone was trying to spy on the second floor, then he would be as conspicuous as a lice on a bald man's head!

The bartender at the bar was so panicked that cold sweat dripped down his chin, but he also didn't dare to run or hide. He just tried his best to pretend to be as curious as the others, and kept looking in the direction of the stairs.

After the ceiling shook, the second floor calmed down.

After a while, the drinkers downstairs heard the sound of smashing the wall from upstairs...

"My God, are these undead going to tear down the bar?" The bartender screamed, as if he was really frightened by the undead's crossing the line, "This, this, how can they do this?"

The drinkers couldn't sit still for a long time, and gathered around the bar near the stairs, and inadvertently surrounded the old Jack who was sitting at the bar, chattering and showing that the funeral was not too big The excited spirit asked the bartender:

"What's going on upstairs?"

"Are these undead coming to your bar?"

"The proprietress is upstairs, is there a conflict with the undead?"

No matter which world humans are in, they recognize people by their faces.

If the proprietress of the horseshoe is a beautiful woman who still has charm and I feel pity for it, then these drinkers may have a common hatred, perhaps there will be a few warriors who speak up for the proprietress, or they will take the initiative to call for the security team to come to rescue people.

The problem is... Daisy, the proprietress, is not only not as beautiful as her name, but she is also not very popular in the town. Bring out the dreaded Machete to scare people.

So the proprietress seldom shows up on the first floor... If she is on the first floor, the drinkers are less willing to come.

The bartender also knew that his bar was not very popular among the neighbors, and this bar had indeed been doing shitty things that would be accused by the townspeople if it was exposed, so he didn't want to tell the proprietress Daisy What, just racking my brains to find a way to pick myself out:

"I don't know, everyone knows that the proprietress always picks up things that others don't want and piles them up on the second floor. I don't go up once a month. Occasionally, when someone comes to the proprietress, they just stand at the stairs and talk to her." Speaking of which, there is no place to set foot in the corridor on the second floor!"

"Although I have been working here for three years, I don't know the proprietress very well! She is not the kind of person who is easy to talk to, and no one in the town knows about it!"

The bartender was racking his brains to excuse himself, when the undead piled up in the stairwell suddenly retreated back to the lobby on the first floor.

This time, the group of undead who didn't pay attention to the drinkers and bartenders not only blocked the door of the bar and prevented anyone from leaving, but also two undead bypassed the drinkers in front of the bar, turned over and jumped into the bar without saying a word Hold the bartender down, tie up...

"What are you doing, I'm innocent!" The bartender didn't expect that the gang of undead didn't care about his performance at all, and shouted in despair, "I didn't do anything, I don't know anything!"

...Unfortunately, there is a language barrier between the two parties.

Not long after the undead tied up the bartender, the dizzy drinkers saw two pale, trembling girls coming down from the second floor...

"Ah!" A drinker exclaimed, pointing at the two young girls in amazement, "Then, aren't those sisters of Dennis the shoemaker's family!"

There are more than a thousand families in Yongwang Town, and thousands of townspeople. Not all of them are familiar with each other, but most of the townspeople still have an impression of some people in the town who talk about.

"Didn't the sisters of the shoemaker's family go to work in the city? Why are they here?" Another alcoholic of some age was shocked.

Old Jack, who was among the drinkers, couldn't sit still and slipped off the high stool.

It's over, it's over...

The two terrified girls hadn't had time to identify Old Jack, but it was only a matter of time, Old Jack couldn't run away.

The players who didn't complete the task after tossing a pass didn't complain at all about the wasted time, on the contrary they were very happy.

Miaobi Shenghua looked at the new missions and mission rewards on the mission panel, and said happily: "I didn't expect to be able to discover hidden branches after doing a professional mission. This new map is fine!"