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Carlos glanced at him, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "It's okay, have you noticed the knife and ax mark on the door? This is a mercenary bar." Seeing Adrian's puzzled face, Carlos explained to him, "No The mercenaries who work here love to find jobs here. They are well-informed and capable, and they are never afraid of trouble. I think no matter how bold Old Locke is, he will not dare to fight against the mercenaries. They are not alone. It's like messing with a bunch of people."

is that so?Adrian thought to himself, but didn't you just beat George up?

But at any rate, Carlos wanted to help him. He had nothing to say, but just followed the other party's footsteps silently.

The smelly alley where Old Locke lives is a well-known poor area in West Asia City, only a few hundred meters away from the port of West Asia, but compared to the bustling city center, this place is dark and dilapidated, like another world.

Carlos is very familiar with West Asia, so he turned from the bustling road to a small alley at one side, and took a shortcut to the smelly alley. There were many beggars in ragged clothes on the road. When they saw Adrian and his party, they raised their heads one after another. His eyes were dark and lifeless, looking lifeless and intimidating, but Carlos rarely even turned his head to notice.

Adrian was a little surprised at the tattered children and the old man asking him for money.

There are also some poor families in Lancaster, but Adrian is expressly forbidden to go to these dirty places. In this era, poor people do not pay attention to hygiene. Due to the prevalence of church priests, some places even spread the belief that gods can resist diseases. statement.For most lords, the poor are dirty, ugly, vulgar, and disrespectful. They have to cover their mouths and noses every time they pass the alley, and it is even more impossible for them to condescend to inspect the slums.

This is the first time he has seen the lives of the people at the bottom of a country.

In fact, there are not too many poor people in West Asia, but it is not without them. There are rich and poor areas in any area. After the previous King Lawrence ascended the throne, he has tried his best to change this situation. There are many.

Some people fall into the slums not voluntarily, but they are forced by reality, but their outcome will not be improved because they are not voluntary. Once most people are abandoned in the slums, they will live here from now on until they die The moment of arrival.

Adrian stepped on the muddy road and walked forward without saying a word. He felt that the uppers of his cowhide boots were stained by sewage, and the hem of his cloak was also soaked. He had to pick up the cloak and walk.

No wonder Carlos didn't want him to travel with him at first.

"Turn right at the third intersection, next to a dead cat's head, here it is..." Carlos stopped and squinted his eyes at the small two-story house.On the dirty and dark wooden door, a dead cat's head was nailed with a dagger, and it was almost rotten.

"I feel that many people are watching us." Dilik said seriously.

"Indeed, we are like big shiny bones to him. It's easy to be robbed and beaten here."

Dillick drew out his sword in a hurry, most of those eyes hidden in the darkness disappeared at once, but there were still people staring at him fearlessly.

Both Adrian and Dillick were a little creepy.

"Don't be afraid." Carlos said, "They dare not do anything. These people are very afraid of death."

Adrian frowned, "Carlos, are you sure the kid who stole my purse is here? This place gives me a bad feeling, kids shouldn't live here."

Carlos glanced at him, "I think these children are not as fragile as you think. The fittest survive and the weak perish. Most of the mercenaries who are not afraid of death are born here, so you don't have to worry about them."

"But..." Adrian couldn't bear it, "Now they are just children."

Before he could finish his sentence, Carlos kicked the wooden door open with one leg. The door panel made a loud noise and fell to the ground. The head of the dead cat flew out and rolled under their feet.

A cup was thrown out suddenly and hit them at their feet, "Who dares to break into my old Locke's door!"

The voice was angry and hoarse, as ugly as fingernails hanging on a rough wooden tabletop. Soon, a hunched figure walked out of the room, with one eye, hooked nose, and strands of greasy hair hanging on his bald forehead. It looks particularly funny.

Carlos crushed the cup with one foot, and said calmly, "You stole something from my friend."

"Nonsense! I, Old Locke, never steal anything! We are good citizens!" the stooped man said loudly, "Who are you? Didn't you hear my name before you came here?"

Carlos' eyes became very disdainful, and Adrian found that even at this time, he still had a smile on his face, but the smile was very cold, "Which onion are you?"

"Bastard! Bastard!" Old Locke yelled, "Jack! Stan! Hook! Come out, damn it, it's a waste of food to raise you guys who don't work. Why don't you get out and deal with these guys now? .”

Soon several tall young men surrounded the alley from all sides, they were holding shovels, hammers, shovels and wooden sticks, with fierce and ferocious expressions, "Where are the little white faces with thin skin and tender flesh!"

"Come to die, leave the money, kneel down and we can keep you alive."

"That black-haired one over there is a woman or a man."

"What if it's a woman?"

"What should I do... Hahaha, of course I should stay and don't leave! I haven't tasted such a beautiful person before!"

Old Locke smiled smugly.

Over the years, it’s not that the bitter masters who have been stolen by his adopted sons come to the door, but the smelly alley is their territory, and the people who come here will end up being taught by Jack and the others, and they will rob them of their money and clothes before driving them out. Of course, they dare not go too far, because if these businessmen sue the security forces, the leader of the security forces will still take care of this matter. In that case, he will have to pay a certain amount of money to keep him safe. Old Locke is reluctant to part with this money, so he Let the subordinates only beat people up once a time, without harming their lives, but it is enough to make them feel ashamed and dare not come again.

Just like today, he also intends to continue to use this method to deal with the few people in front of him. It just so happens that there are not many people looking for trouble, only three, except for the leader who looks a little imposing, and the other two are not to be feared. He thinks his subordinates can Get rid of these troublemakers quickly.

On the other side, Adrian was furious.

Before he came, he was ready for a big fight. After all, this is a den of thieves, and the other party couldn't return his things smoothly, but he didn't expect these people to call him a woman!To insult him with such filthy words is simply extremely filthy.

Does he look like a woman? !

Or is he acting feminine and weird, not like a man?

In an instant, Adrian's heart ignited raging anger, and his face suddenly darkened. His two green pupils were different from the bright and bright ones before, and now they have turned into a gloomy dark green, obviously extremely angry.

But before he showed his weapon, a small sleeve arrow flew past his eyes and nailed to the forehead of the person who said he wanted to taste him.The small golden arrow was small and sharp, like a shooting star, it passed by and sank deeply into the stone wall several meters away. The tail of the arrow vibrated slightly, drawing a bloodstain on the man's cheek.

"You better learn to shut up." Carlos drew a long sword from his waist, narrowing his eyes slightly, "Because the next arrow will hit your heads directly."

The crowd was silent for a moment, and then roared even more frantically.

"Are you looking for death! Bastard!"

"Damn it! He almost killed me!"

"I think he doesn't want to leave!"

Old Locke raised the corner of his mouth coldly, and he waved his hand, "Then what are you waiting for, teach this bastard as much as you want, and let them know that we are not easy to mess with!"

"Kill them!" The group of people yelled, and each of them rushed forward with fanatical light in their eyes.

Regarding the opponent's arrogance, Carlos showed no fear on his face. In fact, even if there are ten times as many people besieging them at this moment, his ability is more than enough to deal with these hooligans. These people who only dare to lurk in dark alleys, How can it compare to the enemies he has faced in the past, but anyone who has fought on the battlefield will not be afraid of these small fish and shrimps. Carlos has never flinched in the past, and it is even more impossible now.

At the same time, Dilik also raised his sword to face the enemy standing in front of him.

His swordsmanship is not bad, one person can deal with two or three opponents at the same time.But these gangsters are not ordinary knights, they have many dirty tricks, and the siege from left to right is as sticky as flies. Dilik is so disturbed that he can't care about protecting His Royal Highness behind him for a while.

Fortunately, Adrian did not need his protection. In his early years in Lancaster, his swordsmanship was also first-class. This is not a compliment, but the most basic requirement for an heir to the throne. He is proficient in swordsmanship. Later, on the way to escape, Adrian even saw blood and killed people. His compassion was wiped out at the moment when the country was destroyed and his family was destroyed. Compared with being cruel, he felt that he was not inferior to others.

With their backs facing each other, the three of them fought together with the surrounding gangsters.

At the beginning, Carlos was distracted by Adrian's situation—this young man was the husband he chose for himself, and he didn't want his fiancé to be in danger if he failed to fulfill his obligations. But a few times down, Carlos looked at the little prince with admiration. Adrian did not go to the side and wait for others to do it for him as he expected. Self-restrained, he looks a little more calm than him.

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