A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

110. Bar

Moss and oil stains grow on the road, extending inside like a gangrene, and the fluttering cockroaches are bustling. They live tenaciously in every corner of the foggy world. Even if their heads are stripped off, their nerves are still struggling tenaciously.

Stepping on the path full of ants and garbage, we went deep into the alley, with three bends and five turns for more than [-] meters. Between two rows of lively shops, the excrement across the drain, the noisy warm light spread from under the sign of a tavern .

"Voyager" bar.

Compared with the Flower Street and Willow Lane across the street, the Voyager Bar is undoubtedly more serious. There are no dancing girls, no gaming tables, and no various special services. A mean young woman in makeup.

Most of the drinkers here come from dock workers, berthing pilots, mercenaries, explorers, small businessmen, and gangsters. The hot topics of conversation among each other are also hot news and gossip. They obviously don’t come here to find Women, but once in a while, a coquettish wink will undoubtedly make the slightly drunk guests heat up and consume a few more glasses of beer.

"Hey, bad luck, the untouchables in the dog day are like locusts," a potbellied merchant pushed the door open, found a chair surrounded by three strong men and sat down, and amidst the creaking and whining of the wood, he called The waitress girl wiped the blood off her fur boots with her apron, threw two shiny silver coins into the girl's pocket, and shouted, "Petunia, bring me a cup of drunken cinnamon beer and five portions of Sulan steak !"

The young woman responded softly, and shouted to the kitchen: "Father, a cup of cinnamon beer and five servings of Sulan steak!"

"Why, Master Anthony, the business is losing money again?" A mercenary looked at the businessman with a playful smile.

"Business, fuck business, why don't the untouchables die in their hometown? If you want me to say, these Labong slave-priced things are only sent to the mines as livestock—" the slave trader Anthony said wildly, "Those A pariah has no right to be a good slave! He deserves to starve to death in the street!"

"That's right!" A member of the Indigull Club in a black uniform of the city guard slapped the table with a wooden wine glass, "Those cockroaches that disturb the law and order are not worthy of sympathy at all. There is a family at No. 14 Spiny Crab Street that takes one in." Little brute who doesn't seem to be able to survive, guess what?"

"Let it go!"

"The next night, that little bastard came and got together. There were five members of the family, and there was not even a whole body. It is said that the mistress screamed for three hours, and the neighbors didn't dare to take care of it."

"What about you? The tax we pay is to raise rice worms like you?" The one who spoke was a passionate explorer. If he was really a local, he would never dare and would not say such things to members of the Indigo Club.

"Hehe, that's not my jurisdiction, otherwise even a cockroach wouldn't be able to survive!"

A dock worker took a sip of his wine sullenly, and suddenly said: "The foreman started hiring those outsiders. Now everything is going up. Those outsiders are taking our jobs and eating expensive bread..."

People with different positions actually chatted together without any sense of disobedience. In front of the common "enemy", the relationship between each other seemed to be intimate at this moment.

Suddenly, someone said: "If the Duke doesn't build any wonders, and doesn't sell the minerals to the upper realm at a price cheaper than bread, the situation will improve a lot."

"..."

For a while, only a few explorers in the tavern were discussing the ruins, and the others suddenly fell silent.

Anthony said resentfully: "Why do you care so much..."

"Squeak-"

The door was pushed open, and a dark gray cloak walked in. This kind of guy who hides his head and hides his face is not uncommon in the deep world. In places where people kill and steal things like eating and drinking, there are always people who don't want to reveal their identities.

It's just that the figure under the cloak is too petite.

Even a few explorers stopped talking and looked at the visitor curiously.

Human curiosity is always burning like weeds, and it is inexhaustible.

"You, hello! Guest!" The girl dressed as a maid greeted her with a smile, and said, "Please sit here!"

The cloak ignored the girl, walked to the front of the stage, and said to the fair-looking young woman after heavy makeup, "I'm looking for Jotun Goripuri."

Under the shadows was an exceptionally crisp and moving voice, which warmed up the entire body of the drinkers present.

The young woman froze for a moment, and a drunken and flushed mercenary approached with a frivolous smile and reached out to pat the shoulder of the cloak: "What do you want to do with old Jotun? Find me, here, anything, hiccup... I can help you with anything..."

The cloak moved his steps calmly, avoiding the mercenary who was standing unsteadily, and the drunk man threw himself on the young woman.

But why do mercenaries care about this body that has been mopped up countless times?What is not available is always the best.

"It's pretty good at hiding..." He was smiling and trying to go further, when the curtain of the back kitchen was suddenly lifted, and a bald old man with a beard walked out of it.

Although he could be seen as an old man at a glance, he didn't show much oldness. The muscles under the apron of the commoner clothes stretched out the fabric, fully strengthening the mercenary. His left eye socket was sunken, and a shocking scar was cut from the eye socket. However, the other one eye stared at the shadow under the cloak, but he was so tall that he almost touched the door frame, and he couldn't see the appearance in the shadow when looking down.

"Which brother of your Ghost Head Squid is the offspring?" the old man asked.

Many people in the deep world do not have a surname, and the name is often taken from anywhere. It often happens that the grandfather runs out and passes on to the grandson. I don’t worry about having too many duplicate names and it is difficult to identify the ancestors. The poor are not more than three generations, and most people have no chance to be ancestors. .

This habit also makes many civilians feel that taking a surname is a troublesome matter.

Such things are only used when a family needs to inherit. Of course, some people always have stories that they can't let go of, and they will commemorate the content of the stories with their surnames.

The Goripuri Pirates, the slang term in Chaos Sea is Ghost Squid.

The drinkers only know the usual name of Old Jorton, and few people know the full name of the bar owner.

The cloak said: "Ariant said that I can stay with you for a while."

Jotun was shaken all over, and suddenly supported the bar excitedly, and moved his beard to the cloak: "Yari, Mr. Ariente, does he still remember me?"

The cloak raised his head, revealing a simple and plain face, immature and youthful, which can already be called glamorous, and those beautiful brushstrokes that seem to be made by nature seem to be able to become more charming as the figure matures.

She said: "Adhering to the spirit of the doctor's benevolence, he will come to check on your condition every five years. Of course, you are recovering well."

Not only has he recovered very well, there are very few old people in the deep world who are so strong at this age.

Jotun froze for a moment, straightened up and asked, "Is Mr. Ariente yours?"

"An elder."

Jotun nodded and said, "Come upstairs with me, I still have something to ask, Peggy, take off the menu sign, I won't be cooking today."

The drunken mercenary listened to the conversation between the two in a daze, and suddenly laughed and whistled: "Old Jotun, who is this chick, why don't you take off your cloak and show it to everyone!"

"Brother Babu." Jotun looked coldly at the members of the Indigull Society sitting aside.

"Hehehehe." The members of the gang suddenly untied the skirts of the city defense army, opened their arms, and picked up the bench on the ground.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the mercenary's accomplices immediately picked up their weapons and stood up. At the same time, the helper who was sitting next to them blowing water raised his hand and pressed down again.

With these people taking the lead, the dock workers also rubbed their fists.

"You, what are you doing!"

"What are you doing?" the local snakes laughed, "It's just to calculate the old debt owed by you hyenas yesterday."

111. Good guy

Some mercenaries were transplanted with spiritual vein symbols, but the transplanted low-level spiritual vein symbols did not mean that they could fight, nor did they mean that they could withstand bullets.

The low-level mercenaries are actually no different from gangsters. Their main business is to serve as thugs for their employers, conquer the tribes of foreign aboriginals, and help the lords to suppress the order in some chaotic areas.

The mercenaries in the Voyager Bar were funded by the city lord's mansion, and after being subcontracted layer by layer, they were sent to manage the refugees and do some dirty work that even the helpers found it difficult.

The foreign hyenas don't even consider the impact, and they don't leave the oil that should be searched. There have been many incidents of forcibly breaking into houses and giving their hats to refugees.

At most [-]% of the appropriation of the city lord's mansion is allocated to the salaries of the mercenaries, and [-]% of the supplies the mercenaries plunder have to be paid to the bosses above. This makes the hyenas greedy for money and never miss any opportunity to make money.

Therefore, they not only have conflicts with local residents, but also with the Indigo Society, and with gangs of all sizes.

Babu abides by the law, so that no one will be killed. Moreover, these mercenaries do have old grievances. Whether it is intentional or not, the hyenas dare to stretch their hands into the territory of the Indigo Society. .

The Voyager Bar is a small three-story building, the first floor is for alcoholics, the second floor is a hostel that is basically closed, and there is an attic where sundries are piled up.

Cloris followed Jotun into the lounge on the second floor and sat down on an old but clean sofa.

"Tea, or wine?" Jotun asked.

"Clear water is fine." Cloris took off her hood, maintained the basic courtesy of being a guest, put her legs together reservedly, and put her hands on her knees.

Jotun took a glass of water in front of the water dispenser, and seeing blue froth floating on the surface of the water, he poured it out, removed a blue stick inserted into the machine, and replaced it with a black one. .

"Sorry, wait for it to purify the water for a while, the recent radiation concentration is relatively high." Jotun sat down opposite Cloris, he looked thoughtfully at Cloris's face, and asked, "Arien Is Mr. T all right?"

"Very well, he is Ariente after all." Cloris replied.

"You said, Mr. Ariente will visit me every five years...?"

"There are not many cases where you can get rid of the out-of-control spiritual veins through surgery. Although the surgery cut off most of your accompanying skills and made your spiritual veins degenerate and shrink, it also released your spiritual appearance. Not only did the curse basically disappear, It also avoids the risk of losing control of the spiritual veins of most extraordinary people in their later years. If you survive, he will be regarded as a model of caring for you."

"I see..." Jotun nodded, and then asked the question that had been circling in his mind, "Are you from the upper world?"

Cloris smiled without saying a word.

A girl with a complicated past...Yorton understands that the person in front of him is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

At this age, it is not easy to come to the deep world alone.

Of course, Jotun didn't see Cloris as unfathomable, he just thought that the other party must have experienced a lot of hardships to come from the upper realm.

As for the background, he didn't ask, and he didn't want to know, so he should repay Ariente's kindness.

"I hope to settle here, a few months at a time, or a few years at a time. I need a proof of identity in the deep realm," Cloris said, "I can pay you, and if it's not enough, I can stay here Working part-time will not live and eat for nothing.”

John shook his head helplessly.

Cloris frowned slightly: "Can't you?"

"Of course, it's just that since you are a junior of Mr. Ariente, I can't let you work in this kind of place. The rough work in the tavern is not suitable for you, um..." Yodun swallowed the "honorable lady" Seeing Cloris's innocent and pure eyes, he turned around and said, "You should have been to many places, the upper realm...I mean, what do you know about the deep realm? "

"Generally speaking, I can't leave footprints in every place, and most of the geographical environment can only be understood in books." Cloris replied ambiguously, not knowing what the old man in front of her wanted.

"You must have read a lot."

"I can settle accounts," Cloris said, "or do something else, such as foreign language translation, I know that there will be many foreigners who speak other languages ​​in this kind of commercial port... But if you are interested in the outside world , My suggestion is to buy a few issues of "Explorer's Illustrated Chronicles" in the bookstore." The girl thought for a while, and became confused, "You have been a pirate in the Chaos Sea, and you must have more knowledge than a little girl like me."

Jotun was very satisfied with Cloris' gentle and quiet appearance, and the old man shouted to the attic: "Lindsay!!!"

Hong Ming quickly called out the sound of trembling downstairs.

It was a little girl who looked about seven or eight years old, with some freckles on her face, not particularly beautiful, but she exuded an aura. She seemed to be well-raised by Jotun, healthy and full of vitality.

"My granddaughter, her father is doing business in the explorer's camp in the Guroll ruins," said Jotun, touching the little girl's soft, thin hair, "She usually studies in a missionary school, and I want her to be a nun apprentice, so that No matter what you choose after graduation, with the background of the Sun Church, the road ahead will always be wider."

Being a trainee nun does not mean that you will eventually become a nun. The church is still very influential in the wasteland and mist layers. With this level of education, if you have an additional layer of the background of the Church of the Sun, it will be easier to find a job in the church industry in the future. It is not possible to stay in the dark in the deep world.

Jotun said: "But Lindsay is not outstanding, and it is difficult for me to hire any qualified tutors. Your Agnar accent is very correct, and it is somewhat similar to the priests and nuns of the Church of the Sun..."

Cloris understood what Jotun meant.

Learning the language well may allow those priests to look at the little guy with a high regard, and it will be easier to get some trivial care.

Moreover, in Jotun's view, the noble lady in front of him can teach Lindsay the precious etiquette of people from the upper world, which he might not be able to hire even if he loses his fortune.

In this regard, Jotun completely overestimated Cloris' ability.

It can be regarded as one of the advantages brought by appearance.

A beautiful face can easily bring disaster, but it can also reap extra surprises. If Cloris is still a princess, this face will surpass thousands of extraordinary abilities.

now...

"That's it?" Cloris muttered, "I'm not very good, so don't have any hope."

"Of course, it's all up to you," Jotun originally didn't want to bother Cloris, but the girl's pretentious gesture of "I can exchange labor for living resources" made Jotun feel that if he easily " Giving "a handout" to the other party is a huge insult to the girl's dignity, so she came up with the idea, "Lindsay is very stupid. It's a good thing to learn something, but it's her own fault if she doesn't learn it."

Cloris felt that as expected of the person Wojty introduced, she still had at least some integrity. She pursed her lips and smiled gratefully, "Thank you, you are such a good person."

"Good guy?" Jotun probably knew why the girl in front of her was able to arrive safely in the city that never sleeps. It was because of her innocent and lovely face and gentle and polite personality that she was exposed to the kindness of more people, but how could such things last forever? How about luck?The old man couldn't help reminding with a joke, "This is a derogatory term in the deep world," he said meaningfully, "In the city that never sleeps, good people can't survive."

112. In the Municipal Square

The identity certificate of the Deep Realm is mainly certified by the Explorers Guild. It is not just a piece of paper. The person who applies for the identity certificate will also have a blood sample collected by the Explorers Guild to obtain an ID number. Even if the ID card is lost, the owner can pass the blood sample and ID number. Re-apply.

Various forces participated in the establishment of the Explorers Guild, but the actual leader is the Church of the Stars. According to the theory of the Star Believers, every individual can find the corresponding celestial body in the starry sky, which is irreplaceable and unique. The collection is also based on this theory, and it plays a role in occultism.

The operator can only have one number in his life, and has an identity certificate certified by the Explorers' Guild, and the identity certificate has not been invalidated due to an unforgivable crime. Many restrictions.

From this aspect alone, Cloris could see the Explorers Guild's ambition to unify the order of the deep world. Unfortunately, the territory controlled by the cities that joined the Explorers' Guild was very limited in the vast deep world, and the lords were by no means stars. The church's echoers only maintain a basic cooperative relationship with the Explorers' Guild.

The explorer's branch in Ubud Noor Airspace is located in the Terntan Basin, the capital of the airspace "Central Capital", and there are only three offices with a total of less than 200 employees in the city that never sleeps.

Hurricane Island does not distinguish between day and night, and its work and rest habits are jointly affected by the Church of the Sun and the wasteland layer.The business hours of the Voyager Bar are from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] am in the Upper Realm. There is a wall clock inside to tell the time, and the clock tower on the top of the mountain in the west of the city also rings four times a day.

At six o'clock the next day, Jotun took Cloris to the Explorers Guild office to make an appointment for identification.

With a local as a guarantee, and because Cloris is still young, the Explorers Guild's review of the girl's background stopped at simple inquiries, first blood collection, and then queuing up and going home to wait for news. The identity badge cannot be forged, and the production process It is cumbersome, relying on the efficiency of the office, and being able to handle one hundred applications a day can be called dedication.

Jotun bribed the office staff so that the lines could be drastically shortened, speeding up the schedule to within a week.

During the waiting period, Jotun took Cloris to apply for a temporary identity certificate, and the Five Aegis was exchanged for a paper certificate, which was valid for one year and was only applicable to the airspace of Ubud Noor.

When interrogated by the city guards, if they don't have these things, even if they are insulted, beaten to death, or sold into slavery, they will be regarded as legal acts.

The two came out of the explorer's guild office. The once glamorous marble floor tiles on the municipal square had been weathered by time, and refugee tents were set up everywhere. Some people simply slept in the open air. Generally, there are not a few "sneaky" people who hide their heads and face.

"It wasn't like this when I first came here 30 years ago. At that time, the Chamber of Commerce controlled Hurricane Island, and its prosperity was no less than that of the Central City..." Looking at the scene in front of him, Jotun felt as if it had been a lifetime away.

"And then?" Cloris lowered her head, staring at the blood, sewage, and stinking excrement on the floor tiles, and moved her feet carefully.