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By asking about the statue, Mason successfully struck up a conversation with the Siren Priest. He made full use of his friendly appearance and quickly won the other party's favor.

Unfortunately, the Sirens' heritage was not complete, and they could only tell him a limited amount of information. He only knew that the avatars the Sirens believed in had no gender and could command the ocean. Only stones dug from the seabed could be used to build temples, and so on.

While the boy was trying to find out the news, he recalled his dream last night.

The creator of the Sirens and the Expanse was undoubtedly the ocean god, but why did the other party come to him? Was it because of the World Tree?

No matter what you guess, it's all empty talk before you find the answer. Mason gathered his thoughts and left the temple under the guidance of the priest. The Siren Maid had been guarding the door and didn't leave. Seeing the priest personally escorting Mason out, her expression became even more respectful.

"Where do you want to go next?"

"No hurry, this is my first time at the coast, tell me about the defense line."

The young man smiled at her. Although the mermaid was used to seeing beauty, she was still dazzled and her expression softened unconsciously.

"You asked the right person. Before joining the Noble Association, the Sirens and the Expanse had been living on the sea. No one knows the things here better than us."

"Unlike the land, there is only one lord in the western seas. His name is [Lord of the Deep Sea]. Although there is only one, his power is the strongest among the monsters. He used to sleep for ten months a year and only woke up for two months to look for food. Now he stirs up storms at irregular intervals. His predecessor was a divine evil. After being polluted, he became more brutal. Whenever he moves, a large group of monsters will riot, causing serious damage to the coast."

Although both the Gods and Sons are descendants of God, their symbolic meanings are completely different. The Sons bring prosperity, while the Gods represent disorder and destruction. The latter have no rationality, and what drives them to act is endless desire.

"Especially at the end of the month, due to the abnormality, the Lord of the Deep Sea will usually stir up trouble at that time. It happens to be the time when our defense is the weakest, so it is very difficult to entangle him."

Mason took it to heart. Now that the Siren Patriarch had fulfilled his promise, it was now his turn to prove his ability.

Agreeing to this matter was not just for a silver bell, but to provide a channel for communication between the two parties. The attitude of the Siren family owner was very clear, as long as she helped them solve the anomaly, she was willing to give Mason benefits.

Since the change came from the sea, the most direct way is to go down to the sea and take a look. Today's ocean is full of monsters and pollution, and is extremely dangerous. With [Sea Breathing], Mason can breathe and move underwater. And the maid's words gave him new inspiration.

If we want to avoid those monsters, wouldn't it be okay if we just investigate when they gather on the shore?

Even if he encountered a small group of monsters, he would just avoid them. As for pollution, he didn't even change when facing the monster lord, let alone the sea water.

"I need tools for diving. Do you know where I can buy them?"

"You want to go to the sea? Honestly, this is not a good decision. The sea is very dangerous now. Even the sirens don't dare to go to the sea easily, and it is even more difficult for other bloodline people."

"The seafood sold in that city..."

"Of course, there are people who are specifically raising them."

"......"

Mason was speechless for a moment. He had never thought that there was still fraud in the Dark Ages. It turned out that there was no shortage of capitalists in any era. Seeing that he insisted, the maid had to compromise.

"If you insist, the Siren Family can provide the tools. But I must tell you, this is really dangerous."

The boy seemed not to have heard her emphasis and smiled and said, "Then I'll leave it to you. Besides, there are some other things I want. Can you please prepare them for me?"

The maid stared at the face and couldn't help feeling sorry for it. There were not many people as pleasing to the eye as the other person, and she really didn't want the beautiful child to die for this. She thought for a moment and said, "If you must go down, I can take you to the shops on the street. There will be some good things in there that can help."

"Thank you. Just tell me the location of the store. You might be a little busy later."

Mason blinked, looking shy and bashful. The maid didn't understand what the other party meant until she heard what the boy wanted. The beautiful mermaid opened her eyes wide and stared at the human in front of her in disbelief.

Speaking of which, this guy is really rude when he asks for things!

Looking at the face that was very much to her liking, the maid was silent for a moment, then gave the address of the store in a conciliatory manner.

The store recommended by the maid is located in the middle and lower reaches of the city. According to the maid, this is called the lower city area, and there are many black shops hidden here. The things in their hands are difficult to see the light, so they will eventually flow into black shops. As long as you are lucky, you can find good stuff.

It took Mason a while to find this hidden alley. From the outside, this run-down street looked very ordinary. The shops inside were dusty and quite inconspicuous.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the light becomes colder when it shines into this alley. As soon as the boy stepped into this place, he immediately felt a lot of eyes on him.

He walked straight to the end of the alley without looking around. The shop that the siren introduced was right there. He stood in front of the wall at the end, looked it up and down, and finally reached out and knocked on the wall.

“Knock, knock.”

With the knocking sound, the wall in front of him turned into a door. Mason just pushed the door open and heard a sound coming from inside.

"Shopkeeper, how much is this?"

The man who was speaking had a lot of gemstone rings on his hands, and a tiny gap between his fat flesh. His accent was obviously not from the West. He looked at the shop owner greedily. The latter was wearing a moon-white robe, his hair was like ink, and his temperament was cold. He held a pen in his right hand and sketched something on the paper without raising his head.

"Fifty thousand lopees."

"What about this?"

"Are you going to buy anything or not? If not, get out."

"Yes, of course I will. I have plenty of money. Why don't you tell me what the store sells?"

The greasy man laughed and wanted to reach out to touch the other's white hand. The shopkeeper lightly tapped the pen in his right hand. The other person turned into a piece of paint. The tip of the pen touched the white paper on the table, and the portrait of the shocked man jumped onto it, with every strand of fat flesh portrayed vividly.

"People of low status can also sell for a few coins."

The shopkeeper looked at the boy, his narrow eyes still cold: "What do you want to buy, the same as him?"

After seeing this painting, no one would dare to offend the seemingly frail shop owner. Mason said tactfully, "Excuse me, I was just passing by to take a look."

"You know better than him. Come in and remember to close the door."

The doorbell rang crisply, and Mason closed the door in a proper manner. The lights in the store suddenly went out. The lines inside the entire store began to flow and turned into dripping paint.

The shop owner picked up his brush again, and the paints formed a completely different room.

The walls are hung with exquisitely crafted ancient paintings, with mountains, rivers, beauties and vendors all jumping out of them. Boxes are placed on willow shelves, and the wisps of incense form a line. Pearl strings cover the shelves, and when people walk by, a corner of them is lifted by the wind, just like a half-covered beauty showing shyness.

The shopkeeper said calmly: "This is what you need. Choose for yourself. You can only buy one."

"I don't know what to call you?"

Mason picked up a wooden box at random. Inside was a green scale with a faint glow on its surface.

"You can call me Mr. Liu."

The shopkeeper glanced at the box in Mason's hand and said calmly, "This is a dragon scale. The dragon is the master of the seven seas and can command the aliens in the water. With it, you can become the overlord of the water. But remember, a king will not meet another king. This is a blue dragon scale that has been cultivated for thousands of years. If a monster of the same level sees it, it will go crazy and fight to the death."

It's a good thing, but it's not suitable for this use. Mason reluctantly put down the dragon scale and picked up the red feather in another box.

"What is this?"

"This is a phoenix feather. If you hold this, you will be reborn from the ashes like a phoenix in three days, and all your injuries will be healed without any worries."

A pearl of hazy color: "There is a beast in the sea, called a mirage. Inside its womb is a bright pearl, which can confuse everything and make it look real. Just eat it, and you will no longer be troubled by illusions and dreams."

An ancient bamboo slip reads: "This is a magical technique for creating a human being. By mixing blood and mud, you can create a substitute with the same aura as yourself and use the original's abilities. The only thing you need to be careful about is not to use too many, otherwise there will be a backlash."

"......"

The items on the shelves were dazzling and had endless uses. Mr. Liu was neither hurried nor slow, listing them one by one. Mason was dazzled by the sight, and his heart was already moved after listening to the introduction. Any one of these would be enough to attract people to scramble for it, but unfortunately he could only buy one. He had no intention of disrupting the other party's rules, so he respectfully said, "Please recommend one to me, sir."

He was polite and modest. Mr. Liu liked him and said, "Since you want to go into the sea and you already have water-repellent beads on you, why not choose this one?"

The shopkeeper took a gold-rimmed wooden box from the shelf. Mason opened it and was met with a pair of round black eyes.

Mason was stunned. Even though it had fluffy golden fur, even though it looked clean and tidy, and even though its expression revealed a hint of wisdom, it could not hide the fact that it was a mouse.

Yes, it's the kind of rats that can be seen everywhere in the rice warehouse.

The two parties stared at each other, and then looked at the shop owner. "What is this?"

"This is a treasure-hunting rat. It feeds on metals and can break through obstacles to find treasures. Only those who are destined to find it can obtain it. It will be helpful to you on this journey."

Mason was half-believing and half-doubting when he tried to take it, but the shopkeeper took his hand back. The young man looked confused, and the shopkeeper said, "Your fate with it is over, but your fate with me is not."

The boy's mouth twitched slightly: "How much do you want?"

"One hundred thousand loppies."

"...How many?"

"One hundred thousand loppies."

Mason: “…”

Mason was shocked. He had expected the other party to ask for a lot, but he didn't expect the other party to be so cruel.

What is the concept of 100,000 Labis? Yaan has been running Yaan City for so many years, but he may not be able to come up with 100,000 right away!

Mason felt very distressed: "Since we are destined to be together, can't you give it a discount? I think this old treasure-hunting mouse has gray fur and is too quiet."

The shop owner asked back: "Do you know what fate means?"

Mason said, "Hmm?" and the other party grabbed the box and said, "No more waiting after the expiration date."

"I want!"

Mason squeezed out two words from between his teeth, feeling his heart bleeding. He said in embarrassment: "But I don't have that much money on me right now, can you wait for me?"

"Don't bother. Since you've made up your mind, the deal is done."

As soon as the shop owner finished speaking, five ugly ghosts emerged from the corner and disappeared in an instant. Mason couldn't help but think of the five ghosts moving technique from his previous life. Mr. Liu threw the box to Mason, and the treasure-hunting rat inside turned around and drilled out, lying on Mason's shoulder without moving.

The young man tapped the treasure-hunting mouse on the forehead and asked, "Mr. Liu, you are not from here, are you?"

"You are quite clever. Strictly speaking, I am not a human being, but an out-of-control contaminant. This pen is my essence."

Mr. Liu said as he turned the pen. This pen looked like a brush, warm and old, with a pattern of flowing clouds and wild cranes carved on the pen body, which made Mason feel a little closer.

“Is this pen also from your country?”

"That's right. My country is farther away than Dragon Island, and the culture and customs are different. It was destroyed long before the Black Mist. The king of the country wanted to seize the power of the sky, but was backfired. All the people in the country died. The survivors crossed the ocean to this continent and gradually merged with the indigenous people."

Mr. Liu's pen touched the air, and a flowing painting flowed out. The people lived and worked in peace and contentment, planting in autumn and storing in winter. Until one day, the Taoist priest presented a plan to the king, hoping to gain the power of the gods. After offering hundreds of pairs of boys and girls and countless treasures, a fire suddenly fell from the sky, burning the land within a thousand miles.

He stared at the scene in the scroll, his tone slightly melancholy.

"The name of this country is Fuyao."

"My former master was a down-and-out painter who managed to escape the disaster and come here, but died of depression. After his death, I wandered around and learned some supernatural things from them. After being contaminated by the black mist, I became what I am now. Fortunately, I opened a shop and make a living by selling some things."

Mason naturally wouldn't take the other party's words seriously. These rare treasures had extraordinary origins and were extremely valuable, not to mention that the other party had the uncanny ability to put people into paintings.

Mr. Liu talked about the past with others after a long absence, and some emotion rose in his heart. He said immediately: "I am a businessman, and I will not refuse customers. If you can pay enough, I can also make a painting for you."

Mason immediately agreed that the paintings made by such a powerful pollutant would definitely be extraordinary. Mr. Liu smiled slightly, and saw the pen moving like a dragon, drawing a picture in the air.

The sky and earth blurred into a ball like ink, and countless minions of chaos could be vaguely seen. Only a long ray of light pierced through the darkness, guiding the way.

Mr. Liu carefully examined the painting, his expression somewhat solemn: "I have painted countless times in my life, but this is the first time I have seen such a horrific and ferocious scene. Your future is dangerous, far beyond what others can imagine. I can only depict a tiny bit of it with my strength. You are destined to be different in your life, but no matter what, remember to stay true to your original intention."

After pondering for a moment, Mr. Liu shook his head.

"That's enough. Those who keep people warm should not let them die by holding fire. Those who light lamps for people should not let them be lost in darkness. You are very lucky, so I will make an exception and paint another picture for you."

As he said this, he cut his wrist. The blood that flowed out was like ink. Mr. Liu dipped the blood in the ink and drew a red shadow with just a few strokes. In the center, a pair of demonic eyes opened, with a creepy malice.

The entire store shook and creaked under the strong pressure. Mr. Liu frowned and finally made the final stroke. As the stroke was made, all the anomalies in the store disappeared quietly.

"You've offended quite a few people. What you're looking for is in the sea. Be careful when you go out, and remember to move one step to the right."

"Move one step to the right?"

"You go ahead, I have to change places too."

Mr. Liu stopped explaining, and Mason walked out of the door in a daze. When he turned around, the door had become a wall. If it weren't for the treasure-hunting mouse still lying on his shoulder, it would all seem like a dream.

“What an amazing person…”

Mason muttered to himself and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered the other party's instructions.

With a try-it attitude, he took a step to the right.

At the same time, a crossbow arrow flew over and hit the spot where the young man had been standing before, blasting the ground with rubble. If he had not taken a step to the right, the arrow would have hit him right on the body.

Before Mason could react, a rain of arrows came at him and he dodged immediately. The arrows exploded in the air with a bang, and thick smoke flooded the entire street.

"Ahem, ahem...Who did this? Get out of here!"

"Where does this smoke come from?"

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Complaints, coughs, and shouts all sounded at the same time, creating a perfect killing environment. Mason narrowed his eyes, and the world tree in his consciousness shook slightly. The time in his perception suddenly slowed down. Everything around him was divided into endless lines, one of which glowed slightly and gradually turned into a weird red.

It seems slow, but it happens quickly.

The boy dodged and stepped back, narrowly avoiding the blade. The killer was extremely surprised. He didn't expect that the other party could dodge in such a situation. Every step seemed to be expected by him. It was always half a step faster than the attack.

The two figures crossed each other in a flash, and the young man threw out a handful of transparent spores, which turned into flying blades and attacked.

The killer was shocked. These flying knives seemed to be flying randomly, but in fact, no matter where he fled, he would be covered by the knife light. For a while, the killer was defeated step by step. He was about to escape when a flying knife suddenly appeared on his escape route and cut his throat.

Mason watched the corpse fall to the ground in silence. After half a year of growth, these spore blades have broken away from the concept of spores. The slender blades glowed with green light. After Mason's testing, they were now given a new concept by the World Tree.

【Cut off fate】

Every time he swings his sword, he has a chance to see the opponent's dodge. As long as he cuts off the corresponding fate line, he can easily kill the opponent. This has a certain probability, but how does the saying go? He can try countless times, while the enemy can only fail once.

"Run! Someone's dead!"

"Damn it, those hounds are coming, run!"

"Don't let me catch you later, you unruly boy!"

As the smoke cleared, shouts and screams rang out. Many people quickly emerged from the darkness and fled in all directions. Soon, the guards arrived at the scene and took the body and Mason back.

Mason made a detailed record to prove that he was an innocent victim. Considering that the deceased had a lot of weapons used for assassination. With the support of evidence, he quickly proved his innocence. After eating in the guard room, he was taken out by someone sent by the Siren family leader.

"Just one day's absence and you've landed yourself in the Guard. That's pretty impressive, kid."

"I was just defending myself, but who knew they would move so quickly and find my location in just two days."

"It seems that you have a guess about the identity of the attacker?"

"I guess so. They will definitely take action again after this failure. I need to get to the sea as soon as possible to avoid any more accidents."

Mason could almost guess the other person's identity. His true identity was clean, and he rarely went out. If he had an irreconcilable hatred with someone, the conclusion was obvious.

Black Mist Follower.

In general, the Land of Stars had destroyed many plans of the Black Mist followers. As the leader of the Land of Stars, he had probably become a thorn in the eyes of the other party. In terms of details, he had already arrived at the Siren City. Even if the other party completed the plan, it was likely to be frustrated. It would be better to assassinate him directly, in case of success, he would gain more profit. The killer sent by the other party was very powerful, and it was obviously a temporary change made out of confidence in his own strength. Mason felt happy when he thought of the expression of the Black Mist followers after receiving the news.

The head of the Siren family looked at the young boy's fox-like smile and knew that he was not in serious trouble, so he felt relieved and let him leave.

"Okay, the things you want are almost ready. They can be delivered tomorrow. I have things to do, so you can go back and rest."

Mason gladly accepted the order. When he woke up the next day, the siren maid was waiting at his door. She handed a bag to Mason.

"Here's what you want."

"That's a great help."

Mason took the bag and suddenly remembered something. He took out the silver bell he found yesterday and handed it to the other party: "I will start my business soon. I won't be able to see Sarah in the next few days. Please give this to her for me."

The siren maid was stunned for a moment, with a hint of confusion on her face: "Sha'er? Who is that?"

Mason was also stunned for a moment: "The orphan girl adopted by the master, a little blue-haired mermaid, have you forgotten? You said yesterday that she was on a mission."

The mermaid looked at him in confusion, and after recalling for a moment, she shook her head: "I can confirm that there is no little mermaid named Sha'er in the family, and the master of the family has never adopted a child with this name in the lord's mansion."

This answer was beyond Mason's expectations. He even thought the other party was joking with him. After carefully observing the Siren's expression, he said, "You really don't remember her?"

"Really. If you don't believe me, you can go ask the master of the family directly. We really don't have a little mermaid named Shar here."

When he found the head of the Siren family, she was reviewing documents. Seeing Mason, she raised her eyebrows in surprise, as if she didn't expect him to come to her at this time.

"What's up?"

"I have a presumptuous question, Master, do you still remember the little mermaid named Sha'er?"

The head of the family thought about it carefully and shook his head: "Sorry, I don't remember this name."

If Mason hadn't actually spent a day with the other person, and hadn't watched a sea beast show and eaten all kinds of delicious food with the other person, he would have thought he was hallucinating.

Sha'er was the Siren appointed by the master himself, so her identity could not be fake. The Siren master had no reason to play tricks on her with such a thing, so the only possibility was that something really went wrong.

The boy's expression turned serious. "Do you remember when I asked you about the address of the temple?"

"I'm not so old that I don't remember what happened the day before yesterday. Don't you want a silver bell?"

"Do you remember who I wanted to give this silver bell to?"

"How would I know this? Are you going to give it to me?"

"...I see. I understand. Please listen carefully to what I am going to say next."

"I suspect there is something wrong with our memories. I remember you once assigned me a little mermaid named Shar. But now neither you nor anyone else has forgotten her existence. When I asked her before, the mermaid maid said she was on another mission, and when I asked her again today, she had no idea who she was."

Mason told the other party in detail what had happened in the past few days. Seeing that the young man was sincere, the head of the Siren family finally took it seriously. She thought for a while, got up and went into another room. After a while, she took out a thick book from the room.

"This is the family tree of the Siren family. If what you say is true, then it will be recorded here."

It would be much more convenient to have this thing. The two spent half an hour to find the record of Sha'er in the family tree. Looking at the unfamiliar name, the head of the Siren family was a little surprised. Could it be that as the young man said, their memory was wrong?

Even though he had proven what he said, Mason still had a frown on his face without a trace of a smile.

"This is the worst possible outcome. The biggest question now is, if Shar didn't go on the mission, where is she now? Besides her, are there other similar sirens who are missing but have been forgotten by everyone?"

The head of the Siren family made a prompt decision: "I will ask someone to check it out right now."

At dusk, the inventory report was handed in. In addition to the sirens that disappeared due to the mutation, there were a dozen more sirens missing from the list. Although they were registered in the family tree, no one had any impression of them.

The Siren family head looked extremely unhappy. If Mason hadn't brought this up in time, no one would have noticed until the entire family was missing. They would just think it was supposed to be this way.

This directly threatens the survival of the Siren Family. If they really forget their companions and allow them to gradually disappear, then one day the Siren Family will completely decline, which is something she, as the head of the family, cannot tolerate.

Thinking of this, the head of the Siren family showed murderous intent in his eyes: "I will send people to investigate overnight. I am sorry for you this time, Mason. From today on, you are a friend of the Siren family. Don't worry, once I find out who is behind this, I will make him pay the price!"

Seeing that the Sirens' master attached so much importance to it, Mason felt relieved and began to prepare to go into the sea.

No matter how much he could do alone, the Sirens were the masters of this city. As long as they took action, the problem would be solved quickly.

The next morning, Mason asked the Siren Maid about the situation.

"How did the investigation go last night?"

This maid is the master's confidant. Before she came back last night, the master specifically told her that she could ask her anything. When faced with the boy's question, the beautiful mermaid looked confused.

"What investigation?"

"......"

Mason's expression became serious. He asked the Siren's master the same question, and the answer he got was the same as always.

The leader of the siren looked at him in confusion: "Sha'er? There is no siren with this name around me."

Overnight, everything returned to normal.

The entire Siren family, even everyone with Siren blood, lost their memories of yesterday. The degree of loss depends on the concentration of the blood. The higher the blood concentration, the more memory is lost.

Even those who still remember the missing person's name will not go looking for him or her. They will just think that the other person is doing other things until they completely forget the other person's existence like everyone else.

This approach just hit the lifeblood of the bloodline family. Those who can become the core of the family are naturally sea monsters with extremely high bloodline. They didn't find anything unusual at all, and it was even more impossible for the information of others to be passed on to them.

It looked like he had no choice but to rely on himself in this situation. Mason rubbed his forehead and repeated the steps from yesterday.

He gained the trust of the Siren's family, got the list of missing persons, and went door to door to investigate their relatives and friends.

Most of these people are orphans, and the rest live in isolation and know very few people.

After a day of searching, as Mason expected, someone did discover the anomaly, but most of them were outsiders and were not very close to the Siren family. After the boy's repeated questioning, one of them remembered something.

"By the way, I went out to pee at night half a month ago and saw Fanny at the door. I greeted her on purpose, but she ignored me. That direction... seemed to be the port, right? It was too cold at the time, so I hurried back to the house. Anyway, no one would offend a mermaid. If I remember correctly, she seemed to be heading to the port. I never saw her again after that day."

This was the most valuable clue Mason had obtained so far, and he immediately went to the port to confirm it. The Siren in charge of guarding the port denied the other party's words and took out detailed records.

Due to the mutation, every siren that wants to leave the port needs to get a certificate in advance and register at the port. Fanny's name is indeed not on it. Even if memories can deceive people, records cannot.

So where does the siren go?

Mason thought for a while, and suddenly slapped his head. He was really limited in his thinking. The port was indeed the most direct exit, but the Siren City had more than one entrance to the sea!

The Sirens hold the right to enter the sea firmly in their hands. Unless they agree, it is difficult for ordinary people to get out. Mason turned around, changed his clothes first, and then found a local black wine house.

The cold wind blew in from the open door. The people in the tavern shrank their necks and uttered all kinds of friendly greetings. The guest wrapped in a cloak walked straight to the bar. The pungent smell of alcohol and stench hit his face. The walls, which had been in disrepair for many years, were covered with grease and dirt. He threw a coin on the bar with a low sound.

"One stiff drink, the rest is a tip, and you answer some of my questions."

The listless bartender took the coin away in a flash, with a sincere smile on his face. He took out the most expensive wine glass in the bar, poured a full glass of liquor and placed it in the other person's hand, with an attitude as friendly as if he was meeting his girlfriend for the first time.

"Sure, what do you want to know?"

The guest took a sip of wine and lowered his voice: "I want to avoid those sirens and go into the sea. Is there any way to avoid being discovered by them?"

The bartender showed an understanding expression: "So that's it. There are all kinds of things in the sea, but with those long tails, it's really hard to go. I'll introduce someone to you. He knows how to find the smuggling leader here, but the price is..."

The sound of the wine hitting the table was crisp and pleasant. The bartender quickly hid the money and shouted, "Old drunk, someone is looking for you!"

A drunkard in his fifties squeezed through the crowd. His left hand was cut off by Qigen. He held an empty wine glass in his right hand and asked drunkenly, "What's the matter?"

For the sake of two Robbies, the bartender had the good sense to pour a glass of ale for the other party.

"This gentleman wants to go to the sea to pick up some things and do some small business."

The drunk took the beer, gulped down half of it, and agreed generously: "So that's it. I can introduce you to a big shot. This matter is not a problem at all in their eyes."

As he said this, his eyes were involuntarily attracted by the Robbie that the visitor was tossing in his hand. The little piece of metal was so cute that the visitor in the hood chuckled and threw the Robbie into his arms after seeing the drunk's reaction.

"Then I'll trouble you, brother. As long as you can get into the industry, you can choose whatever you want in the future. Don't worry about the remuneration, it will definitely be sufficient."

The drunkard reached out to take the money without hesitation: "No problem, your business is my business, just leave it to me!"

With the money in hand, everything became easier to talk about. The drunk was afraid that this sucker would run away, so he finished his beer in one gulp and led the other person out.

He whispered, "There are two ways to go out to sea. One is to go out of the port, which requires inspection by the Sirens. The other is to go through the dark road. The biggest dark road gang in the city is Jones and his gang. You must listen to me from now on. If we cause trouble, neither of us will have a good ending."

The other party is very easy to talk to: "Of course, I will listen to you in everything."

The drunk nodded in satisfaction, turned left and right, and led the other party to an underground casino. The two gatekeepers were chatting idly, and when they saw the two of them, one of them teased, "Old drunk, did you remember to bring money this time? If you don't pay your debt, watch out for your other hand next time."

The drunkard waved his hands and said, "I didn't come here for this."

Another person laughed and said, "Your brain is not much bigger than the thing in your mouth, how can you think of anything else?"

The drunkard was not annoyed and pointed at the sailor behind him: "He wants to go to the sea to pick up some seafood. I'm bringing him to see Brother Jones. I hope Brother Jones can show him the way."

The two gatekeepers looked at each other and made way.

"Come on in, Brother Jones is in there. Lucky for you, he's in a good mood today."

The drunkard said hurriedly: "Thank you both, I'll treat you to a drink next time."

"You should think about how to pay off your debt this time. Be careful that the scapegoat behind you doesn't bring enough money and gets taken down by the boss as well."

The drunkard stole a glance at the expression of the person behind him. He couldn't see anything clearly under the hood, and could only see the smile on the corner of the other person's lips. He immediately felt relieved and smiled and said, "If that's the case, we'll go in first."

"Come in, come in."

The two men opened the tightly closed door, and a noisy sound immediately rushed out.