My old enemy finally fell in love with me after rebirth three times

The streets are full of traffic. Asarg is a second-tier city in Aurora. Some time ago, the king visited here once and attracted a large number of citizens, so this second-tier city has become more lively recently.

A calm city, as bustling as ever.

The boy walking on the street arrived here for the first time in the shortest time.

Although I felt a little bit at a loss about the route on the road, but fortunately, in the end—Troy still came.

Assarg.

The father was here and brought Snoke back to the palace.

That boy's conscious soul is likely to be here, but it is not so easy to find Snoke in a bustling city. Besides, the prerequisite for coming here is also - he may be here.

Just a possibility, not a guarantee.

Maybe it would be a waste of time to fetch water from the bamboo basket, Troy took a deep breath, but it didn't matter, at least, it could be regarded as one place was ruled out.

Troy thought he knew snooker quite well, just as the bastard knew himself.

The blond boy was pacing on the street, and travelers passing by or people busy in shops would all look at him involuntarily.

Those eyes were full of surprise and curiosity.

After all - blond hair and blue eyes, which is rare in the country of Aurora, is a very eye-catching appearance, especially in big cities, the more advanced the city, the more likely it is to judge a person's possible identity and status from his appearance.

On the contrary, the lower the level and the more remote the place, the less likely it is to recognize it, because they will not know what kind of characteristics the royal family will have.

Sensing the gazes around him, Troy suddenly turned his head and looked at one of the little girls who was staring at him. The girl looked five or six years old and hadn't lost her baby fat. She was chubby and cute.

The corner of the boy's lips curled slightly, and he smiled at her.

The girl seemed to realize that it was impolite to keep staring at others, so her cheeks blushed immediately, she lowered her head, not daring to look any more.

Seeing this, the others also looked back one after another, and continued to busy themselves with their own affairs somewhat awkwardly.

The eyes that fell on him were much less. Troy heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and walked into a relatively remote alley. Inside, the boy took out his cloak and put it on to cover his hair before moving on.

Troy knew he couldn't just look around blindly.

So the boy walked to a tavern and sat down. After delivering the dishes, the busy waiter hurried to him with the order and asked, "Guest, what would you like to eat?"

Troy said: "Foie gras with sauce and a vegetable salad, and a glass of red wine, thank you."

"Ok."

After the waiter left, the boy looked at the counter of the restaurant.

The boss at the counter was keeping accounts. Troy stood up, walked over slowly, sat down at the bar and smiled at the boss: "Sir, the business looks good."

"Yes, there are a lot of passengers these days, and the number of travelers and caravans coming and going from Asarg has also increased a lot recently."

"Why?" Troy asked.

The boss was busy keeping accounts and didn't have time to look at the young man's face. He just glanced at his attire and knew that he was an outsider, so he said, "Didn't the respected King His Majesty visit the country a while ago? Coincidentally, he came to our place. From here, he brought back His Royal Highness Prince Snoke. So Asargo is now considered to be a city with a great reputation in Aurora."

"I know about it, sir," Troy asked with a smile, "I'm just a little curious, where did His Majesty find His Highness Snoke?"

"Where? I don't know the details. If you are curious, maybe you can go to the north of the city and ask. I heard that the person was found in the north of the city."

"Okay, thank you." Troy thanked him, turned and returned to his table.

The waiter came over with the food, and the young man paid the money and left the tavern after finishing the solution.

North of the city.

This area is mostly the shop of some magicians.

Troy walked slowly following the map in his hand. The magic map actually marked the location, which helped the boy a lot along the way.

The blue pupil looked at the blueprint while looking for the road. Finally, he arrived at a street full of magic.

This is also a place with a large number of travelers. Troy blended into the crowd, and his hood covered his appearance very well, so that he would not be so eye-catching. Moreover, the magicians here all wear cloaks, so they will not be noticed by others. Watched.

If you ask a traveler, you may not get any definite answer.

Therefore, the boy walked into a magic item shop, asked for an enchanted bow and arrow, and handed it to the boss at the counter.

"Ten gold coins." The boss said lazily.

Troy nodded: "Okay, this is what I plan to give as a gift, can you wrap it in a box for me?"

"No problem." The boss started to get busy.

While he was packing, the young man asked casually: "The king came here to inspect before, I missed it, I heard that His Highness Snoke was brought back here, right?"

The boss nodded: "Yes, Your Highness Snoke... I didn't know who he was at first, but just a few months ago, he came to my place to help a potion master buy materials."

"Potionist?" Troy raised his eyebrows, "Where is that potionist now?"

"That guy..." The boss sneered, "He died. On the day His Highness Snoke was brought back by His Majesty the King, the clerk who delivered the materials found that he died tragically in his potion room. It should be when he was testing the medicine. , got myself lost."

"It was a terrible sight. My clerk had nightmares for two weeks after he came back."

"...Is that so?"

"Yes, here, your bow and arrow." The boss finished packing and handed it to Troy.

The young man thanked him, and when he turned to leave, he asked again—"Where is that potion master's potion shop?"

"The dilapidated house that turns right at the deepest part of the alley, the old guy is usually not very popular. After his death, no one is willing to take down his shop. Besides, it smells so bad that I can't bear even stepping in. I The clerks are willing to go in after using several layers of enchantment."

"Understood, thank you for clarifying, sir." Troy smiled: "I wish you a prosperous business."

After he finished speaking, he put the packing box in his hand into his magic space.

Wrapped in a cloak, she walked slowly towards the place the man said.

The further you go in, the more you can smell an unpleasant smell.

Even more unbearable than the taste of Mr. Nutia's potions shop.

Troy walked to the depths of the alley, and finally saw the shop the boss mentioned just now.