Saint

Chapter 5: port

The continuous revelry throughout the night makes the citizens of Fedu tired while happy. At the end of the night of the last day of the festival, you can't see the noise that lasted to the early morning a few days ago. There were only 3,322 kittens spraying alcohol gas and making annoying noises in the street. It seems that the gods who like the bustle haven't played enough. At the turn of the clock, the fierce screams broke the silence of the whole city, weaving a chaotic net. The Knights of the patrol team surrounded the tent of the dance troupe called "Wizard of green fields". Several citizens were shouting at the knights in fear, and then ran to the side to vomit violently. "What about the forensic officer? Why hasn't he come?" the inspector asked angrily. "Oh, he's drunk, and he can't cry. Carnival." the guard defends for his colleagues. "Son of a bitch, I should have put his head in the toilet to let him know the end of the delay." the inspector spit hard, and he understood that even if the forensic officer was present, it would not help. A total of twenty-one people, including dancers, choreographers, bodyguards and guests who paid a large price to stay in tents for the last night, were all killed by the devil. Only demons can do this kind of behavior. The twenty-one people were disemboweled, and the internal organs disappeared without trace. However, even a little blood didn't splash out, as if the stomach was empty. Everyone died suddenly, and his face still kept the look of seeking pleasure, it seems that there was no time to show his fear. "Damn midnight butcher." the inspector clenched his teeth, clenched his fist, and his knuckles were blue and white. He sighed angrily and powerlessly. Even the most sophisticated prosecutor is small in front of the supernatural VAILLANT. So in the first court, the person with the highest status is not the person with power such as the president of the general court or the chief prosecutor, but the master with superior status. If the class system in the world is compared to a big tree, the ordinary people are undoubtedly the roots of the tree, absorbing and contributing nutrients;Soldiers are like thick bark, defending against danger;The noble knights are thick tree trunks;The merchant is the meridians in the trunk;And the clergy and the Prince of the State who serve the gods are at the top, as if they are enjoying the sunshine first. The magician followed, just like an extra branch under the top of the tree. It's also because the cultivation of arcane skills pays too much attention to qualifications, which makes the number of people in this profession too small. For thousands of years, the infighting in the non secular field, Druid, warlocks, etc. , who hold the mysterious power, have been gradually defeated by the clergymen of the sacred church. Once found, they will be sent to the declining force of the fire scaffold. Only the mage, barely equal to the church, won the right to walk in the light. Of course, it is not known to the world whether there is any secret agreement between the master and the church. If you get angry with a lord, you may be able to escape to find a rural place to hide, but you get angry with a magician. Those mysterious spells are more effective than the tracking of assassins and assassins, so you have no place to escape. This master of spiritual magic enjoyed the salary of ordinary people in the first court, and the general administrative regulations could not restrict him at all. It's only in some cases involving non secular issues that it's his turn to take action, such as the case involving another mage, shocking the country's eye-catching big case, and the need to find evidence as soon as possible. The high salary and low work intensity made Fulan envious when he was too busy to be next to the bench. However, the master, who works in leisure, still brings trouble to Fulan. There are obviously unnatural factors in the continuous murders in Fedu. The patrol team turned to the first court, the noble court belonging to the judicial organ, and it is obligatory to send a mage to assist. But the master, known as master William, has not come to work for more than a month. As we all know, the master appeared in the secular world, and most of them were in order to save money to purchase magic materials, so that the planned experiments could be carried out smoothly. For those expensive media and magic materials, even the special subsidies that every registered mage can enjoy are far from enough. The Prince of the State's court teacher, the chief consultant of a powerful family, and the mages usually appear in people's eyes as such. But compared with the trivial things in the secular world, the mysterious calling ceremony and the alchemy experiment are the meaning of their life. Obviously, master William lingered in the magic experiment and forgot the time. No one is willing to urge a magician who is addicted to experiments, a magician tower full of organs and a magician who is tortured by constant failure of experiments. Undoubtedly, it is an existence that secular people can't avoid. Because it's not uncommon to break into the master tower, be blasted into coke by fireballs or be reduced to live experimental products delivered to the door. As a new man, the task fell to Fulan. "This kid is too much of a show these days. It's estimated that some big people are jealous." many people think so. But for Fulan, although there was some fear, it was more exciting. The mysterious magic experiment, the magic that the world can never understand, all of which tempt Fulan's curiosity. Paper, debris, abandoned clown masks and color balls, the streets just after the carnival are in a mess, and the cleaning workers have been working overtime until more than ten o'clock, but the roads have not been restored to clean. The murder at midnight last night made the patrol no longer be able to conceal the existence of the butcher, and the rumors reduced the number of pedestrians in the streets. Some people with more imagination, nestled in the pub and swore to his friends, "that guy can't be a human, maybe a monster from the abyss, tut, it's still in its mouth, and it eats one part at a time. This time, it's the internal organs, and the next time it's the thighs. Chew it alive." The words surprised the guests in the pub. The barmaids were even pale and kept turning their eyes, trying to find a reason to leave work early today. However, those who said that were soon taken away by the police for disturbing the public order. The knights in the streets and alleys were more alert and patrolling around, not letting go of any wind and grass. There was a unlucky thief who escaped by accident, and even led half of the column's guards to catch up behind him. "I just stole a money bag, can I break it?" when four or five strong men fell to the ground, the thief cried and cried. The post station was empty, and only a few carriages were parked at the station. Even if the monsters in the rumor are fierce, they have to work, or what will they eat tomorrow? "Adults, get on my car, and make sure it's comfortable and convenient." seeing Fulan approaching, a smart driver quickly smiles and shouts. "How much is it to the dock?" "Three silver Italy Olympics, if you don't plan to take my car back, you need to add another silver Italy Olympics." the coachman said courteously, "you know, entering the city is to pay taxes." The rickshaw puller next to him saw that there were guests coming, and they all showed envy. Several of them opened their mouths, and then they went back. There are rules in the industry. In the circle of stagecoach, it's not allowed to deliberately lower the price and win over each other. Those who break the rules, maybe one night, the wheel of the carriage will be sawed off, or even the expensive horse will be poisoned. Even if this kind of thing causes trouble to the big figures of the guild, they will not get help, but will attract ridicule and the reputation of disobeying the rules. Bureaucrats have the rules of bureaucrats, businessmen have the rules of businessmen, even beggars have the rules of beggars. The human society is composed of large and small rules. The carriage slowly drove out of the urban area of Fedu. After leaving the city, the speed suddenly increased a lot. The port is located at the entrance to the sea more than 30 kilometers away from the main urban area of Fedu, which is actually a big town with various facilities and semi independent from the main city. Every day, countless goods get off the ship there and are transported to the small and medium-sized shops in the city, and then the shops circulate to places where they can afford to pay. The road from Fedu to the port is wide and flat, enough to accommodate ten carriages at the same time, and also coated with a thick black asphalt. The rich have never been stingy on the financial road. Many people said that as long as you stand by the black road for half an hour, the wealth you see is equal to your lifetime income. Compared with the shabby roads in the old city and the speed limit regulations in the downtown area, this road is undoubtedly a good place for fast cars. Fulan sticks his head out of the window and enjoys the strong wind. "Oh, my dear sir, it's too dangerous." Yu Guang glances at the driver of Fulan's move, tries to turn his head and warns loudly against the wind, "there was a master who was hung up by the truck coming from the opposite side, and his head and body were separated." "Family division?" "Yes, the family was separated. In a blink of an eye, the half mile long road was dyed red." the coachman cried exaggeratively. Within an hour, the stagecoach turned into the port. Fulan paid for the money and took a few deep breaths on the side of the road. The peculiar fishy smell in the sea air is stronger than that in the main city of Fedu, which is a little far away. The bluestone pavement of the port is always wet. No one can distinguish the water traces on the road, which are the remains of the waves or the sweat of the workers. In this half arc Bay, a small boat goes through the stream and unloads the cargo on the double mast cross sail freighter which is moored at half a mile, and transports it back to more than ten docks of different sizes. The able-bodied workers with shirtless upper body and thick leather cushions only on their shoulders shouted to carry bundles of surprisingly heavy goods to the truck yard 100 meters away. The Shuangma truck, which has been waiting for a long time, constantly delivers glass, silk, seafood, lacquerware, all kinds of things that maintain the life and luxury of Fedu to the master. After several months of hard work, the sailors filled all the bistros, squandered their wages into ale and the girl's slender body. From time to time, we can see drunk people like mud, lying in the alley, snoring, but when the ship's horn sounded, they immediately took a look of indifference and set foot on the route of not knowing the future. The whole port, like a huge nest, seems to be chaotic and the actual division of labor is clear. Fulan avoided a group of dock workers carrying wooden boxes. Even though the boxes were sealed well, Fulan still smelt a sour pungent smell. It should be a plant leaf called marijuana just shipped from turanka. Rich people in Fedu like to mash marijuana leaves and mix them with tobacco for smoking. The price of such specially processed cigarettes is frightening. Fulan's father's notes have recorded this plant. Marijuana Leaf has a good effect on pain relief, but it's easy to become nervous if you smoke too much. So my father summed it up in the category of "poison". There are always people who spend a lot of money to extract poison, which is funny to Fulan. Along the way, Fulan inquired about three boat companies, and the answer was, "Dear Sir, we don't provide short-distance passenger ship services, and the small cargo ship is not available. You may be able to go to dock fourteen to find out, which is the place where the fishing boats are parked. A little money can let the fishermen escort you to the destination like a Prince of the State." There is no empty ship at No. fourteen wharf. The early fishermen set out in a small trawler when the sky is dim, and they are searching for the fish of eel, COD, tuna and sardines in the endless sea. "Why are the mages so lonely and like to build their houses in places where birds don't lay eggs?" Fulan thought helplessly. He turned into a passing pub and was ready to fill his stomach first. This kind of Bistro serves the sailors and dockworkers. There are few varieties of food and wine. Fulan chose fried fish steak and baked potato chips, plus a small beer. The boss's craftsmanship is not bad, but the taste of the beer is a little rough, but the price is relatively cheap. After passing the time in the pub, Fulan went to pier fourteen again. This time, the lucky one returned early with a full load. He was busy clearing out the live COD in the net and bargaining with the old buyer in the fish shop. "Sixteen SILVER ITALY Olympics, no more." "Master, it's hard to catch COD in this season. According to the price of last year, it's worth at least thirty silver Yiao." "God, it's cod that I'll give you sixteen. If it's those unpalatable and smelly sardines, I won't see them more." "But..." "OK, my handsome boy, you can return at 1 o'clock in the afternoon. You have been favored by the sea god. Don't be greedy." He was called master, which made the shopper smile, but he never let go of the price. "Sir, I want to rent your boat." after waiting for a while, it seems that the price dispute between the fisherman and the buyer continues until dark, and Fulan can't help asking. "Master, what can I do for you?" the fisherman looked at Fulan curiously. It's hard to see such a well-dressed man in the port. "I want to go to a nearby island, about nine sea miles, and I'm willing to repay you with twenty SILVER ITALY Olympics." Before the fisherman could answer, shopper exclaimed, "handsome boy, are you not the bastard of Haishen? Anyway, you have to give me the lucky points, the sixteen silver meanings belong to you, and the COD belongs to me." "Nine sea miles? Master, you won't go to the island with the tower, will you?" the fisherman's face is very ugly, "it's said that there is a magician living there. If he is not careful, the storm called by the magic can make my boat never come back." Hearing the three words "magician", laocaimai also shivered and peeped around carefully. After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, a magician is not an object that can be easily approached. "It doesn't matter, that mage is my colleague, and you just need to dock in the shallow water." "Colleague...... day, are you also a magician?" the fisherman stepped back and shivered. "In order to calm your fear, I'll pay the rent to twenty-five SILVER ITALY Austria." Fulan didn't admit or deny it. If he can get the fisherman to courage to send him to the island, he doesn't mind spending more money and posing as a magician. No one dares to refuse a master's request, even if he is reluctant. The fisherman quickly disposed of the fish to the buyer, and the buyer vaguely said, "I'll find a car to transport it." then he ran away as if he had escaped from death, and he was strong as if he had gone back in time, so that he could return to his youth. Fulan saw that on the old man's back, a large area of sweat stains the shirt. The fear of these two people made Fulan uneasy. All kinds of horror rumors about the mage made Fulan's heart tense. "It doesn't matter. Anyway, Mr. William and I work in the first court." Fulan comforted himself. There was no wind on the sea. A large group of seabirds were chasing the spray and flying low. The whole sea was like a big mirror, reflecting the dazzling white light of the sun. With the approaching of the boat, about two hours later, the shadow on the horizontal line was more and more large, and gradually revealed a clear outline. It was a small desert island. At the highest part of the island, there were long, lighthouse like buildings. Fulan was disappointed. The master tower didn't look like he had imagined. At least from the appearance, it was quite old, just like the house in the old district of Fedu. It was old and shabby. "Dear Sir, I can't get closer." the fisherman was full of sweat, and docked the boat beside a coral reef extending from the edge of the island. "There are all reefs near the island. If you drive over, the bottom of the boat will be torn open." "If you can, you can come to meet me when it's dark. Of course, I'll pay you twenty-five more silver Yiao." Fulan said. The fisherman was sad and agreed. The water is not deep, and Fran rolls up his trousers and holds his shoes in his hands. Along with the path of the coral reef, he heads for the island.