Tides: Years of Dawn

But Geraint's hopes were quickly dashed, because he found that the piece of dark, hard bread and the small glass of milk he was allotted could not fill his stomach at all.

He wished for another copy, but of course, no one said yes to him.What's more, there is indeed nothing to distribute in the basket. Even compassion is limited.

So Geraint said - "I am Seben... I am Seben from the Sea Snake family, please give me something to eat, I will definitely remember your kindness."

However, the other party looked at him suspiciously, shook his head, and asked back—"Surben? Who is Surben?"

Geraint was so hungry that he almost forgot that no one here knew about the Haimin family.He also suddenly realized that he couldn't use this identity as a shield - otherwise, not only would he not be able to get goodwill, but he might even bring about a fatal disaster.

Because a wizard passing by heard their conversation, he stopped very interested, held Geraint's thin shoulder and asked—"What Seben? Are you a seaman?"

Geraint nodded confusedly.

At this moment, the wizard's expression changed for an instant, and his fingers gripping Geraint's shoulder tightened, as if to control him.

Then he turned around and yelled loudly at someone—"Hey! Brian, come and see! There's a kid here who says he's a Sea People!"

The wizards around heard the shout and cast their gazes at Geraint.Some of those eyes were curious, some were suspicious, some were frightened, and some were full of hostility.

Geraint was startled, and looked up at the wizard who grabbed him.

At this moment, he understood the other person's expression, it was like a pirate who suddenly found a treasure.

The wizard tried his best to hide his desire, but Geraint quickly twisted his shoulders and ran away in a panic.

The wizard shouted after him, and at the same time other companions rushed up to grab Geraint.Geraint was so frightened that he had to keep hiding in the crowd.

He bumped into a woman holding a dragon egg, a wizard holding a stack of papers, a kid holding a newspaper, and an old guy in a black cloak leaning on something. The staff was still the stick of the crutch, and it slammed on the ground, cursing at Geraint's back.

Geraint couldn't run fast, but because of his thin body, he quickly hid in the crowd of people.

The wizard behind did not catch up, and the few people he hit did not pay attention to him anymore.

He panted violently, wiped the sweat off his brow, and after making sure that the danger had left him, he finally found a stone slab and sat down.

He hid again where the light couldn't find him, staring carefully at the people passing by on the street.

There is a restaurant not far from him, and several tents are set up at the entrance of the restaurant.The canopy is painted with large yellow and green color blocks, which dye the sunlight and hit the guests who are drinking coffee and talking and laughing on the seats.

Some of them were wearing suits, some were wearing ordinary jackets, some were wearing robes, and some were wearing leather military uniforms, their identities were unknown.

But without exception, their table is full of food.

The tempting aroma of those cakes and fried meat made Geraint's head feel dizzy.

He realized he had to get some money.

In the previous few times when he left the island, he never worried about money.One is that he brought enough gold coins, and the other is that he doesn't need to stay for a few days when he comes up, and he will leave after playing enough and spending all the money.

But now it was different, now he needed to fill his stomach - to be honest, since he was kidnapped when he was a child, he didn't seem to be so hungry.

He seemed hungrier now than when he was kidnapped. After all, he was distracted by the cold when he was tied up in the snow mountain.

So soon, he noticed a group of wizards gathered at the back of the restaurant.

They were so tall that Geraint couldn't see what was going on inside.All they could see was the mantra lights above their heads flying around, exploding into fireworks in the blue sky.

Geraint stepped out of the shadows and slowly approached the crowd.The onlookers always let their guard down, and he might be able to touch a wallet or two.

Of course, at that moment he didn't realize that there was anything wrong with it.

He has lost his identity as the young master for many years, and he has done a lot of sneaky things in these years.What's more, Haimin would have robbed Lu Wu's ship. When the idea of ​​stealing came to his mind, he didn't feel guilty.

He stuck two people together, trying to squeeze in between them.It's a pity that when he touched their side pockets, he didn't feel the exciting swelling.

So he continued to move forward, and came to a wizard wearing a large cloak. He put his hand on the other's belt, and then went down from the belt, trying to reach into the slightly open pocket.

But what was disappointing was that he touched a box, and he had to take his hand back angrily.He has come to Lu Wu's territory several times, and he knows that their wallets are not like this.

He moves on.

His eyes locked on a man and a woman dressed luxuriously, their hair was silver and hung long behind dark purple robes.This kind of person can't do without valuable things. Even if he finds a pocket watch, he can probably pawn a week's dinner.

But before he got close to the two of them, he was suddenly pushed by a wizard.

Geraint looked up, and saw the wizard staring at him sternly, and beside him were several young men with the same solemn expression, who seemed to be servants protecting the couple.

Geraint quickly turned his face away pretending nothing happened, and continued to push forward.

It seemed that he couldn't sneak a peek at someone who was too rich, otherwise he probably hadn't made a move yet, as long as he got a little closer, those ubiquitous bodyguards would be able to see through his attempt.

At this moment, he has squeezed into the first three rows, and his hand is on the buckle of a woman's bag.But just as he was about to open the buckle, his finger was shocked.The bag was cast with an anti-theft spell, and the woman was also shocked, and immediately pressed her hand on the bag.

Geraint was startled, and quickly drilled to the other side.

The yelling became louder and louder, and the dancing mantra light became brighter and brighter.

Listening to the loud shouts of the crowd, he wished that he could be smaller and shorter, so that he would be more likely to succeed, and more likely to appear innocent when he was discovered.

The impact of the wand made his chest tight, and he couldn't help being distracted, looking into the gaps in the crowd.

This time, he finally knew what they were watching.

Among the crowd surrounded, there was a man covered by a brown hood, who seemed to be the host of the event.With a wand in his hand, he lashed at another man who was covered in bruises.

The person who was beaten was wearing only a pair of shorts, not even shoes.His hands were chained and his body was covered with large and small brand marks.His head was stuck in a stand, his hair so long that it hid his face.

Every time the curse light twitched on his back, he struggled accordingly.The curse light bounced off his back, bounced to the ground, bounced to the sky.The iron chains also made harsh clashing sounds, but he didn't shout or shen/yin from the beginning to the end.

Standing next to the shackles is a wheel///plate that is taller than a person. The wheel///plate is painted in various colors, but there are no words or prices, so I don't know what its function is.

There is a cloth bag under the wheel///pan.The cloth bag was so full of gold coins that it was overflowing.

Geraint's eyes lit up.

"Next round." The host stopped casting spells, and turned his head to look at everyone.

He calmed down a bit, then slowly raised a finger, and immediately a voice shouted in the crowd—"Add!"

So the host raised a second finger, and the shout of "plus" continued, as if it was some kind of tacit response.

When he stretched out eight fingers with both hands, the voice of "plus" stopped.

The crowd instantly quieted down from the noise just now, and everyone looked around, waiting for the last bidder to show up.

After waiting for a few seconds, a well-dressed middle-aged wizard came forward with a servant, and the servant poured a pile of gold coins into his pocket.

This time the pocket was completely full, and the gold coins were scattered on the ground, reflecting the dazzling sunlight.

The middle-aged wizard walked to the side of the wheel///disc, and the host quickly walked up to him.He took the wizard's right hand and bent down.

"I hope today is your lucky day." The host kissed the back of the wizard's hand through the hood, and then the wizard put his hand on the wheel///plate.

The crowd continued to be quiet, even quieter than before.

The wizard's arm slipped suddenly, and the wheel///disc brush rolled up and down.

At this moment, everyone in the audience was staring at the rollers intently. Even though Geraint knew nothing about it, he could feel their excitement and tension in the crowd.

After a while, the wheel///stopped on the brightest red square, and people let out a strange whine softly, and it was hard to tell whether it was cheering or booing.

"What's going on..." Geraint also forgot that he was going to steal the wallet, and his eyes were already attracted by the result of the roulette ///.

"Don't you see the color? It's the end." A young man next to him reminded him, "Red, do you see the pointer?" He pointed to the thumbwheel///plate, "Eight thousand gold coins bought the end , I suspect that kiss stole his luck."

The young man laughed strangely after speaking, and shook his head regretfully.

Geraint didn't dare to ask what the end was, he was afraid that this was the common cognition of the people here.He didn't forget the excitement of the wizard when he found out that he was a sea dweller, so he had no choice but to change the direction and pry cautiously—"He... what did he do?"

"Who? Are you talking about that beast?" The young man glanced at him and asked amusedly, "Didn't you read the newspaper? It's been public for three days, and his master died."

"...Master is dead?"

"The robbery in the southern district, the newspapers have been talking about this for the past few days. Anyway, I waited until today to execute the beast... I even asked for half a day off!" The young man whispered, and cursed a few words, "Damn, I want to spend a lot of money to raise such a beast that can't protect itself, and I won't let it go even if I become an evil spirit!"

Geraint frowned, but he didn't ask immediately.He saw the bidder reluctantly took a dagger and came behind the man called "The Beast".

The shackles came off, and the sorcerer pulled the beast by the hair, pulling it back, revealing the bloody neck from the wear and tear of the shackles.

Still the beast made no sound as the knife slid back and forth from his neck.Blood gushed out of the slit in the neck like a river, soaking the dagger and the five fingers holding it.

The crowd began to cheer again, and Geraint's brows were furrowed tightly.Then he saw the chest of the man whose throat was cut, and there was a tiger brand on the chest.

"Tiger..." He muttered to himself again, "Tiger is..."

"I also think that Yanhu's family is not short of this money," the young man heard what Geraint said, and replied self-containedly, "but we must let these beasts use their waste energy, don't they? If they are sold as slaves , probably won’t even get the money back.”

The young man smiled and patted Geraint on the shoulder, and Geraint leaned forward a little.

The animal was released and he fell to the ground.He twitched for a moment, and the two wizards also backed away.His blood flowed all over the ground, and soon two cubs ran up, sniffing and licking the smell of blood beside him.

Only then did Geraint react, and quickly looked away, and continued to squeeze into the crowd.He had to touch a valuable item or two before the crowd dispersed, or the adventure would be in vain.

Fortunately, after the wave of the crowd faded away, Geraint found a purse and a wallet.He followed the crowd towards one of the most crowded roads, feeling the weight of the money in the pocket of the tattered coat.

He walked for a while before suddenly stopping in his tracks.He turned his head and looked in the direction of the previous execution, the beast was still lying on the stone pavement.

The sun shone down more intensely.

Geraint was drenched in sweat.

TBC