this is my ark journey

"But there are a lot of delicious food in the city."

"That has nothing to do with your being hungry."

"I'm hungry just thinking about it."

......

Ren was defeated, and Ceobe didn't need to see or smell it. He could be hungry just by imagining it. If he knew it, he would save the bread for himself.

He glanced at the clock, it happened to be seven o'clock in the evening, and there were still a few hours before the assembly.

"Okay, remember to follow me closely, and be careful not to be eaten if you run around." Ren threatened fiercely.

"But I don't have much meat." Ceobe was puzzled.

"It's not eating in the physical sense, it's the kind of... um, forget it." Ren was at a loss for words for a while, feeling that there were too many things to explain, so he simply gave up.

Holding the silly dog ​​with one hand, and unscrewing the door with the other, the bleak autumn wind lifted people's spirits, and then heard a sound from behind.

"Hey, do you two know the way?" W sat on the box, the dagger fluttering like a butterfly between his fingers.

"I'm a professional at finding the way. As long as I walk through it once, I won't get lost."

"Oh, but do you two have money?"

This sentence can be called a critical blow, and Ren's just-stepped leg froze all of a sudden.

Yes, no money to eat a fart.

All the belongings brought out from Long Beach Town were lost in the storm, and there was no bonus for helping the Karan trade. The senior management of the mercenary group belonged to the dividend system, and there was no fixed salary, which was equivalent to——

Ren fought thousands of miles and killed hundreds of people, all for nothing!

Ashes looked at Ines, the treasurer, suddenly, as if there was blood in the gray eyes.

"You have only worked for half a month. If you leave the team, your salary will be settled, but if you get promoted, it does not count as leaving the team, so your salary will be cleared." The big white leg said calmly, like a legal adviser.

"Then what about my dividend?"

"The mercenary group pays dividends every six months according to the financial situation. It's not the time yet. In addition, the mercenary group needs to replenish recruits and ordnance. It's good if you don't ask you to invest!" eyebrow:

"What are you looking for?"

"Look for a street lamp and hang you, an evil capitalist!"

Ren's ferocious appearance did not scare Ines, she followed the rules, but the laughter from the side was harsh.

"W, what are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." W jumped out of the wooden box, and while wielding a dagger, walked to Ren's side, "Let's go, I'll pay the money."

Ren looked at her suspiciously, frowned and said, "What trick do you have?"

"Tch, I have a kind heart, and I don't want people to be hungry." W said nonsense that no one would believe, and shook the dagger in his hand.

"Let's repay the favor you gave me last time."

Favor?

Ren remembered it, without him and Ceobe, this crazy woman would have died a long time ago. He glanced at the noisy scar market outside the door, and seemed to think of something.

"Okay, I'm also curious about this underground black market—"

"What the hell are you doing?"

Chapter 55 Golden Soul! !

At the beginning of the night, the lights are feasting, and countless neon lights are pouring heavy light pollution around, making even the night appear blurred, not to mention the various light boxes. Another characteristic of this black market is that whether the building is completed or not, most of the buildings will be installed on it. There are several LED screens, and the pictures flashing non-stop dazzle people's eyes.

All kinds of beauties, auction information, store advertisements, and the most outrageous thing is that people spend money on it to curse people.

'XXX, your horse is dead, come quickly to No. XX in the south of the city to collect the ashes? '

Which Zaun old man is in a panic.

Ren walked on the street, feeling his eyes dazzled and his ears shaken by all kinds of heavy metal music. It was like going from one extreme to another without any mental preparation.

The loneliness of the black soul, the tranquility of the wilderness, and the hustle and bustle of the black market, aren't these two extremes?Along the way, he led Ceobe, who was looking around, how many pimps he rejected, and how many part-time jobs for Ceobe he drove away.

It's too cyberpunk, so punk that he, an old ashes, can't stand it.

"A city that relies on balance alone grows completely savagely." Ren understood but disagreed, and shouted at W who was walking in front:

"Where are we going to eat?"

There was too much noise, he had to yell, and he was really hungry.

"This area is mainly bars and hotels." W shuttled through the crowd with ease, dexterously avoiding a staggering drunk, and behind him was a kidney attack, with military boots stepping on the head of the screaming drunk.

"If you don't want to wake up tomorrow morning and find yourself lying next to a fat woman or man, I advise you not to go in."

"I won't get drunk." Ren glanced at the lawless girl and tightened his grip on the silly dog.

"Oh, other people have plenty of ways to make you drunk." W grinned, dropped a few gold pounds, turned around and left, and the people around saw how cruel the female mercenary was, so they all avoided her.

Bar Street is the closest and most lively place to the Scar Mall, and there are far fewer people on the road a few kilometers away. Ren found that the light pollution was not that serious, and Sarkaz people in uniforms appeared beside him.

The shops on both sides of the road seldom use neon lights, and the store names are not explosive. The cool X is so simple and rude, but it looks small and fresh.

Even if a master comes to play, he will only go to high-end places, just like the disgust in the eyes of those guards, it is an invisible barrier.

"Don't think it's clean, but it's the filthiest place in the black market." W said something without thinking, causing Ren to frown slightly.

"I understand what you mean."

The aristocrat's financial resources are worth playing on the black market. It's nothing more than Kazdel's superficial law and dare not be too strong. On the contrary, mercenaries will not and dare not mess with the dancing girls.

There were two beauties by his side, and Renn had never encountered such a shameful thing as bullying men and women. The blood demon would always send his subordinates to politely invite them to dinner, and the succubus showed a handsome smile.

But such tenderness, even the greedy Ceobe would shake his head and refuse, as if he knew that once he went, he would never come back.

There was no bloody plot, the three of them walked to the middle of the area, and W stopped in front of a light box.

"That's it. I used to come here often. It's pretty clean, and I won't be bankrupted by that silly Perlo."

Ren took a look, and there was a line of "Oriental Cuisine" written on the light box, without too much light pollution and prefixes, it was very comfortable to read.

"I didn't expect you to be quite flirtatious."

W gave him a weird look, and muttered, "I just don't like blood spilled in the bowl when I'm eating."

The restaurant is built underground, and when you open the door, there are long stone steps, and the lights on the wall emit a soft radiance. Ren searched for information about this strange country in his heart, but old Jose didn't know much, he only talked about the Eastern Kingdom. long civil war.

It's about the same as Kazdel.

He thought to himself, and asked casually, "How did you find out about this restaurant?"

"I used to take over the task of the store manager. I saw that his food was good, and I took care of him every time I came to the black market."

"Task?"

"I said I was looking for a little girl, but it failed." W said indifferently, put his hand on the paper door and gently pushed it away, his smile became sarcasm: "You don't think that people who come to Kazdel just want to Let's open a restaurant."

Dongguo is thousands of miles away, running to the war-torn area to open a restaurant is not in a hurry, but it confirms the sentence:

Everyone hates Sarkaz, and everyone needs Sarkaz.

Pushing open the paper door, the interior decoration of the store is a bit like the Japanese style in Ren's mind, divided into rooms, and there are no chairs, all are kneeling tatami mats.

There are very few customers in the store, and it looks very clean. Thinking about it, this kind of business should have gone bankrupt long ago.

W didn't take Ryan to the cubicle, and went straight to the bar on one side. There were red lanterns hanging on both sides of the bar, and three layers of wooden boards were nailed to the wall. The middle-aged man was wiping the wine bottle with his back.

The ears on the top of his head are very big, much bigger than Pello's. A pure white veil is tied on his forehead. There is a circle pattern on the back of his T-shirt. The word Ryan also recognizes it in the middle, which is the word 'dong'.

W sat down on the high chair skillfully, and tapped on the table: "Three servings of tonkotsu rice bowl, very large serving, remember to give me a [-]% discount."

The middle-aged man turned his head, revealing a face with severe forehead wrinkles, and was a little surprised to see W.

"Hey, you came back alive again?"

"Are you upset? It's agreed, as long as your shabby shop is still open, you will get a [-]% discount, and the portion is not allowed to be small." W looked like he was taking advantage of the law.

"Okay, we didn't think about it last time, nothing, three super large pork bones." The middle-aged man roared to the back hall, then looked at Ren and Ceobe standing beside him, and joked: "You never No one has been brought here."

W, who was casually flipping through the Dongguk magazine on the table, looked up slightly: "We can barely be considered friends, if there is any advantage, let's take advantage of it together."

"Girlfriends?"

"fart."

"Oh, I get it." The middle-aged man smiled meaningfully at Ren, "So it's a running friend."

Snapped!

The saber pierced through a picture of a Filin JK in a magazine. W looked at him with a smile on his face. Most people would have been scared to pee by this smile, but the middle-aged boss just shrugged and took out a bottle of wine and put it on the table. superior.

"Forget that I said something wrong and sent you off, but you, a mercenary, really don't know how to enjoy life. If you have the opportunity to go to the Eastern Kingdom, I will introduce the 'Eastern Night Demon King' to you."

"That Sarkaz publicist? You can consider it when you come to Kazdel."

"Hehe, I'm afraid you didn't package them up and sell them to the succubus." The middle-aged man stopped talking and continued to wipe the bottle, but seeing Renn looking at him, he frowned slightly, nodded and went to work.

This guy is weird.

Ren was observing the other party with the vision of the soul just now. White means that he is a person, and the imperceptible black proves that this person is not an infected person, but just like Skadi, there is a touch of other colors mixed in the white and black, not bright red. but—

A touch of gold!

Chapter 56 That evil spirit dares to trap me

Having been in Terra for several months, Ren has traveled thousands of miles and met countless people, but his eyes are always focused on the essence of the world rather than the weird XP.

The essence seen by the soul's vision is becoming colorful, the white of ordinary people, the black of infected people and natural disasters, the red of the deep sea, the purple of the golden statue of Terror, the gray of Sarkaz, and now there is a touch of gold again.

'The sixth color, is this going to fill the color spectrum? '

Ren complained in his heart. He was wondering if this was a characteristic of Dongguo people. He smelled the aroma of food in his nostrils, and a young film boy dressed as a clerk came out.

"Super large pork bone rice bowl." Feilin put it down and left, unwilling to say a word.

And Ren looked at his back, and asked with a smile: "The Sarkaz language is a bit blunt, this guy is also from the East?"

"Well, we came together." The middle-aged man replied, there is no need to hide this kind of thing, but he didn't see the deeper smile on Ren's face.

Also from Dongguo, it is very interesting why there is no golden color in Filin's soul fire.

Different ears may not be due to race?Or did you accept the 'gift' like a deep-sea hunter?

There were more and more clues, but none of them came to fruition. Smelling the smell of rice, I felt pain in my hands. I turned my head and looked:

Keobe's tail was wagging wildly, her saliva was almost dripping on the table. Her ability to hold back came from long-term training. In a ghostly place like Kazdel, she would get caught if she didn't pay attention. She only accepted Ren's food.

"Pain, pain, eat, eat."

"Great!" Ceobe cheered, grabbed two wooden sticks and began to dig rice into his mouth, picking up the ones that fell on the table and eating them.

The diners in the store looked sideways at such a tasteless meal, and the middle-aged man was also dumbfounded, thinking that the mercenary group was deducting food. Ren rubbed his forehead, feeling very ashamed, and simply picked up the chopsticks. When he felt the familiar touch in his hands , he was slightly stunned again.

How many years have you held chopsticks, or sat in a restaurant to eat?

The hands holding the chopsticks trembled slightly. Even after coming to Terra for a few months, he had only a handful of meals in houses with roofs, so how could he not feel emotional.

"W, your two friends seem to be sick."

"Oh, don't worry about them, they've always been nagging." W also felt ashamed, so he just rolled his eyes and ignored them.

While she was eating, she saw Ren taking the ketchup in front of her. She thought it would be weird to add ketchup to the char siew rice bowl, but then she heard a 'pop'.

A whole bag of ketchup was squeezed into the bowl, and a thick layer was piled up on it, which directly turned into a ketchup bowl. The corners of W's eyes twitched wildly. Seeing Ren take a big bite and put it into his mouth, he closed his eyes Feel delicious.

"Delicious, so delicious."

"Hey, don't go too far!" W felt that he lost his appetite, thinking that these two bastards are here to find fault.

"Excessive? What do you mean?" Ren looked confused and looked into the bowl with red eyes, "Well, you can think that I have a heavy taste."

After regaining the lost sense of taste, he will focus on taste, as if he wants to remember the taste of food deeply.

The heavy taste of a whole pack of ketchup rice?are you crazy.

"See a doctor when I get back." W didn't bother to care, picked up the deep-fried guinea meat, and heard a 'bang' before eating it.

It turned out that Ceobe had already finished eating, even the bowl was licked clean, and he was looking eagerly at Ren, while Ren looked at W, the meaning was self-evident.