Chapter 344 Entering the Slums

The roads in the slums are very narrow, and basically only one person can pass through.

There are low sheds on both sides of the road. Some of the sheds have doors, some don't, and some are just covered with a piece of rag, which is considered a door.

When Herag walked through the path, many skinny children came out and stared at him blankly.

That kind of look made people feel very uncomfortable.

Herag thought for a while before remembering what kind of look it was.

That was the look of a hunter when he locked his prey.

This kind of look appeared in such a young child, and the meaning behind it was not ordinary.

What made Herag more concerned was that he felt that he had come to the lair of the Abyss Cult.

Along the way, he had met countless people with the breath of the Abyss plane.

The number was so large that Herag was a little confused. He wondered if these people realized that they were already Abyss Cultists.

If these people all became Abyss Cultists voluntarily, then the Mozambi Slums would definitely be a big hidden danger.

Of course, even if they were not willing, this place is already a big trouble.

"Hey, handsome guy~" A woman in revealing clothes on the side of the road whistled at Herag.

Perhaps it was because men with delicate skin and fair skin like Herag were rare here, so many women stared at him along the way.

The bolder ones, like the woman on the side of the road, greeted and teased directly.

What's more, some even showed Herag... .

Every time Herag encountered this situation, he could only smile helplessly.

He naturally wouldn't react, because no one here looked clean.

In the literal sense of clean, 100% of the people looked like they hadn't washed their faces for a long time.

From this point, we can see how worrying the sanitary conditions here are.

Herag didn't want to get sick for no reason.

It was sunny these days, but the roads inside the Mozambi slum seemed to be muddy forever.

Walking on the road, there would always be the sound of stepping on muddy ground in the rain.

Herag looked at his leather boots, which were bought by Reese for him and were covered with mud.

Asir led Herag deeper and deeper, gradually arriving at the center of the Mosambi slum.

Asir did not say a word along the way, just leading the way, and he did not seem to want to talk to Herag.

Herag looked around, and at this time he could see that there were continuous low huts around him, like an ocean.

In the distant horizon, some tall buildings could be seen, which were all the prosperous areas of Silver Moon City.

"It turns out that I can see it here."

Herag found that even in the center of the slums, he could clearly see the magnificent buildings far away.

These people live in such poor conditions in the slums every day, but when they look up, they can see the places where the upper class of Silver Moon City live and entertain. I don't know what they feel in their hearts.

Herag continued to walk forward for a distance, and he knew he should be there soon.

Because the ground under his feet has become a clean, hard stone road, no longer a muddy path.

Looking up, this is a rare clean place in the slums. The road is very clean. You can tell at a glance that someone must be cleaning it at any time.

Not far away, there is a house lying there quietly. The tall gate is out of tune with the atmosphere of the slums, which makes Herag have the illusion that he is not in the slums.

Asir came to the door, knocked on the door, and someone opened the door.

"Go in." Asir turned his head and said something, and walked in by himself, as if he was too lazy to even look at Herag.

Herag looked at the back of the boy's head, resisted the urge to go up and knock lightly, and walked in to see what these people were up to.

Franz's house is bigger than it looks from the outside. Herag walked a long way around before he came to a small yard.

There was only Franz in the yard, sitting on a chair.

Next to the chair was a round table with a bottle of red wine and three wine glasses on it.

"Mr. Helag is here, please sit down." Franz indicated that there was a chair next to the round table, which was reserved for Helag.

Helag was not polite, and walked over and sat down carelessly.

Franz did not speak, but picked up the bottle of red wine on the round table and slowly said: "This bottle of red wine was bought for me by Brown. I heard that it cost a lot of money, but I never drank it and just left it there. It was not until he died that I remembered that there was such a bottle of wine."

"By the way, Mr. Helag, Brown is the boy you killed. You probably don't know his name."

Franz talked to himself, while pulling out the cork of the wine bottle and pouring red wine into three glasses, as if talking about something insignificant.

"Oh, so his name is Brown." Helag smiled.

Franz nodded: "He was a good kid, always worked hard. Was he in pain before he died?"

Herag thought: "It shouldn't be painful."

He recalled that Brown died quite cleanly, and was directly evaporated by a punch.

I just don't know if the huge psychological impact is considered painful.

Franz put a glass of red wine in front of Herag and said: "That's good, that's good."

Three glasses of red wine, Franz and Herag each had one, and the other glass was placed on the round table, and no one touched it.

"Try it?" Franz glanced at Herag, then drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp.

Herag glanced at the glass of red wine, which was mellow in color and not ordinary.

He smiled, raised his head and drank it in one gulp, not a drop left.

"I thought Mr. Herag didn't dare to drink." Franz laughed.

"I dare to come, how can I not dare to drink. Tell me, what did you ask me to do? It's not like you really help you set up the magic array." Herag put the wine glass on the round table indifferently.

Franz leaned back in his chair and seemed very relaxed: "I just want to ask, how did Brown die?"

"It's very simple, I punched him to death." Herag said seriously.

Franz shook his head: "Impossible. He was at least a second-level wizard in the abyss plane. How could he be killed by you with one punch."

"That's the fact. Believe it or not, it's none of my business." Herag was too lazy to explain anything to him and said bluntly.

"Are you looking for death?" Asier stared at Hellagur angrily, as if he was about to rush up and punch Hellagur.

Hellagur glanced at Asier, turned back and asked, "Who is this coward? He looks like he has no brains."

Asier was completely furious, and his muscles were tense.

"Asier." Franz called slowly, and Asier immediately suppressed his anger, but his chest was still heaving violently, and it was obvious that he was very angry.