Chapter 155 Passing Through the City of Tire

After walking along the road paved with raw stones for a while, they turned onto the dark crooked path and entered the group of shacks in the Elf District. The elves of Athas have been slaughtered for countless generations and have become savage, violent, and cunning. Their light green or light blue eyes are still a legacy from the halfling rule. But now, the red sun is slowly dyeing the elves' pupils with blood, and these pupils are staring at the man and woman walking through the window cracks.

"Hurry up and get over here. Those elves are stupid and can do anything." Satiri had no sense of being a half-elf and criticized the local residents mercilessly. "They even eat children. They are more terrifying than the wild beasts in the desert. Mom said you must not be deceived and eaten by elves."

"Okay beauty, I found that you are quite good at using your charm to influence others, but I am your friend, Satiri?" Zhao Mai spread his hands and looked at her sideways, and then said: "What do you want to ask? Yes, just tell you directly. What I tell you is the truth, and even if I don’t want to say it or it’s hard to say it, I will tell you directly and I won’t lie to you.”

Satiri's eyes lit up, she turned to look at Zhao Mai and said, "Really? I believe you! What's the first question? Well, is your name really Mike?"

"That's not my birth name, but my name here is Mike."

"What you did is good. We want to be free and not slaves, so it's good to say goodbye to the name of the past."

"It's not like that. In fact, it has nothing to do with it." Zhao Mai signaled to Satiri to be more vigilant, then leaned over to pick up a small stone from the ground and threw it into the room next to her. Suddenly there was a wailing sound inside, and then it became quiet.

"What just happened? Are there enemies there?"

"Well, there is an elf peeping, and I feel malicious. I think it's not me that has aroused their covetousness, but your appearance and dress. It's really dangerous for you to be like this. You're too attractive and you'll create extra A lot of trouble. Are you usually like this?" Zhao Mai said to Satiri: "I strongly suggest that you concentrate on being a mage. You have a much better future than simply being a beauty."

"Why, why?" Satiri kept asking, but Zhao Mai remained silent. The two of them were worried that there would be ambushed elf bandits, so they kept moving forward step by step, passing through the elf area as fast as possible, and finally reached a place close to the outer city wall. There is a small stone-paved square here. Foreign merchants entering the city of Tire will first pass by here. Most of them choose to rest here, unload their goods, and then contact their connections in the city. There are very few pure merchants in Atas. A large part of the merchants mentioned here are spies in the name of caravans, coming from other city-states to serve other Witch Kings. Of course, the Templars in Tire City will also have their own spies and buy information from these merchants. The desert is so vast that any route to information is worth protecting.

Therefore, even though the Witch King transferred a large number of slaves from other parts of the city, this place was not affected. In addition to intelligence considerations, Tire City also needs a window to the outside world to deliver false news to other Witch Kings, and to receive merchants in order to maintain the supply of building materials for the temple tower and introduce more gladiator slaves.

Unlike the darkness in other areas of the city, the square is bathed in a bright yellow torch light, giving it a rare feeling of warmth and comfort. In addition to the cheerful pubs and busy goods yards, several part-time special service hotels and a gambling house are also open day and night, welcoming guests at any time. The crowd, mainly humans and elves, leaned against the walls of the houses, watching the people coming and going with sharp eyes, passing the time of another late night, while half-naked women wandered around looking for company.

The place smelled of cheap alcohol and perfume, used to mask the smell of decay and filth. Satiri reached out her hand, grabbed Zhao Mai's arm, and pulled him into the hotel whose door was decorated with pictures of a drunken giant.

The romantic woman next to the gate stretched out her hand to pull off her loose collar, exposing half of her chest; she gently bit one of her fingers with her teeth and gave Zhao Mai a seductive smile.

"Ignore her." Satiri slammed the door hard, almost hitting Li Liang's head. The puppy wagged its tail vigorously, wondering how such a cute creature like itself could suffer such disaster.

After entering, a gray-skinned dwarf was sitting behind the bar, stirring a drink that looked like yogurt with a wooden spoon. The top of his head was completely bald, and a dark brown beard covered his mouth and entire neck.

Three drunken drinkers were lying on the bar. From their attire, they looked more like businessmen than slaves. Just as Satiri was about to speak, the dwarf waved his hand towards her and pointed to the small door on the side. The half-elf woman smiled, revealing her little fangs, and then tiptoed over.

Zhao Mai followed her all the way to this small room. There are no seats here, so a palm-wide board can be used as a temporary table by hanging it from the wall. The waiter can stand here, eat something and drink a glass of water, as a rare rest and enjoyment.

After a while, the dwarf came over carrying a tray with two portions of rice in it. A sticky substance boiled from the roots of some unknown plant and hard bread, a glass of cloudy wine and two pieces of sugar. Satiri blinked at Zhao Mai, who sighed and divided his two pieces of candy equally between the girl and the dog.

"What happened again this time?" the dwarf asked with concern. He didn't know Zhao Mai's identity, and it was hard to raise the issue directly, lest Satiri was "acting" something and lead to flaws.

"I met two high-level templar warriors on the road. I almost couldn't come back." Upon hearing this, the dwarf at least knew that Zhao Mai was a friend, not an enemy. Satiri threw the candy into her mouth, then raised the cup and drank it all in one gulp. She wiped her mouth and her eyelashes curled up and down. "I want to introduce him to the organization."

The dwarf almost dropped the tray in his hand. He looked outside nervously, but fortunately, everyone was either sleeping or muttering into the wine glass, and no one paid a moment's attention here. "Are you crazy? You can say such things casually? There are spies everywhere now."

"By the way, how many people have been arrested now?"

"Nearly all the slaves in Tire City have been captured and sent to work on the construction sites. I am afraid that the station area will soon be unsustainable. Do you know that there is a serious shortage of manpower in the farmland area, and famine this year is already a certainty. Iron Mine The district also began to shut down, and slaves were being escorted here one after another, even at night. It must be crazy to do this."

This refers to the Witch King, Zhao Mai guessed it immediately.

"Don't expect it to go crazy. This is even more outrageous than the desert outside turning into an ocean." Zhao Mai shook his head, and gave her his drink under Satiri's expectant eyes. He sniffed the food and it tasted good, with salt and spices in it, so he picked up the spoon and ate it.

"It seems you know something." The dwarf pulled his trouser leg out of the mouth of the food reserve, looked into the puppy's eyes and sighed: "Don't worry, I will find you something to eat, don't bite, this They are my favorite pants." He looked at Zhao Mai carefully with his black eyes, and then said to Satiri: "I will lower the curtain in a moment. You can set off when you hear me cough."

"Yeah!" Satiri replied with a smile.

The dwarf left with two empty cups and let go of the curtain at the door of the small cubicle. Satiri held back a mysterious smile on her face, humming and humming while eating.

Zhao Mai thought for a while, then squatted down and tapped on the wall with his hands until he found a board with a obviously different sound. The smile on Satiri's face turned into surprise, "How do you know?"

"You should concentrate on the promising career of being a mage. Jobs such as spying, scouting, and spying are not suitable for you."

At this moment, the door of the hotel was pushed open violently, and the dwarf coughed rapidly. Satiri wanted to go out and see what was going on, but Zhao Mai reached out to stop her. Looking at Zhao Mai's head shaking slightly, Satiri bit her lip, then turned her head and opened the secret door on the wall.

Zhao Mai picked up the remaining food on the table, restored the place to its old appearance, and then followed Satiri and entered the secret passage.