Destiny begins.

With the help of the universal card positioning, Drizzt quickly confirmed whether the gangsters left. He pulled Graves over and took his friends together, and through the teleportation of fate, he finally secretly entered the core area of ​​Zuan Mitong.

This is the old district of Zuan, an area that existed since the birth of Zuan.

At the same time, this place is also a few stable residential areas where there are no alchemy barons rampant thugs. Zuan Mitong is the defender of the order here. Even if the alchemy baron covets this place, he really lacks the opportunity to take action, and in the end he can only give up.

Because the outfit on his body was too annoying, after Drizzt and Graves arrived, they immediately turned into an empty mansion and changed their outfit.

After changing, when he smelled the smell of motor oil on his body, Drizzt's face wrinkled into a ball - and seeing that his friend felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten Xiang, Graves couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha!" Graves looked particularly happy, "It should be like this, it's so clean. Do you want to be a slut?"

Drizzt glanced at Graves, too lazy to explain to him - the silly laughter was too loud and had attracted the attention of his neighbors.

Before the laughter fell, there was a knock on the door outside, and Drizzt and Graves immediately passed through the window and left the house.

Bypassing a street, the two of them walked on the road openly, pretending to talk, but in fact they looked at the block carefully from the corner of their eyes.

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Compared with outsiders everywhere, Shangzuan, who still has a little light on the surface, this old area may only be described as "default".

The building materials of the house are hard to describe, and it seems to be mixed with metal and concrete, which looks shaky and at any time there is a risk of peeling and collapse.

There are few neon lights on the signboard, and even if there are, they don’t light up. It seems that the doors of all the shops are half-closed, making people wonder if they are open.

The street floor seems to be covered with a special layer of structural materials. Drizzt doesn't understand this thing, but he always feels like waste ore and slag.

The turbidity of the air has decreased. When wearing a mask, the breathing situation has improved. I don’t know if it is a psychological factor.

It was afternoon, but the entire neighborhood was already dark - Xia Zuan was located in the underground gullies, with the sun for less than three hours in a day, and at the rest of the time, the light source here often had unknown radioactive materials, the reflection of the glass curtain wall of Shang Zuan and the lights occasionally lit by rich people.

The remaining sunlight in the afternoon was reflected many times, and only a little afterglow could sweep lazily through this area where there was no one else on weekdays.

Unlike the cable car corridor, it is not dark, but it is extremely dim. Everything seems to be covered with a layer of hazy dust, which makes people unable to see clearly.

If that's all, in Drizzt's eyes, this place will at most be another small Fukuk Island.

However, unlike the completely declining and deserted Fuguang Island, this small, dark neighborhood contains another touching vitality while dilapidated.

There were not many pedestrians on the street, but there were quite a few children running around the ground. They held damaged alchemy devices and Hex devices, chasing each other and catching the baron.

After getting used to the smell of motor oil here, a faint sweetness appeared in the air. The burnt smell of wood mixed with the aroma of malt, which actually had a unique taste.

Several disabled people were holding tools and cleaning up the garbage on the ground along the street. Although the dark broom was still dark after sweeping the ground, at least there was no garbage that was annoying.

On several blank walls, some people used unknown pigments to draw a different picture scroll. Drizzt had never seen this style before, but it was unexpectedly very touching.

I don’t know who is singing in the distance, the music does not touch the tune, and the lyrics are even more colorful, but after the song and the wind chime are intertwined, it unexpectedly makes people feel harmonious.

Walking here, Drizzt and Graves felt like they were dreaming in a trance.

It's a bad place, and its harsh environment is second only to the Shadow Island when the black fog was filled - after all, the black fog on Shadow Island is deadly.

But at the same time... the people here are still full of vitality, as if they are telling Drizzt at all times that we are not in hell, but in the world.

After walking around quietly, Drizzt felt like he was stuck in his throat and wanted to say it but he was still not allowed to stop.

On the other side, Graves found a place where no one was left, finally took off his mask, took out a cigar and lit it, and took a hard breath.

"This place is interesting." After changing his lungs, Graves finally said something rare, "It's a bit like a slaughter dock."

Slaughter pier?

Drizzt narrowed his eyes slightly, and after thinking for a while, he nodded subconsciously.

Graves is right.

It does mean a bit of a slaughter dock here - the slaughter dock is stinking, but the butchers and fishermen above are all fishermen who make a living steadily.

Instead, it looks bright and beautiful. The Rat Town, which only reveals the other side when no one is around, is the darkest place in Bilgewater.

When he was a gangster, Drizzt and Graves had always been in trouble in Rat Town, but rarely went to the slaughter of the pier - not only because the smell was bad, but also because there were few drunks and gamblers at the slaughter of the pier.

He lowered his head and took advantage of Graves' smoking time, Drizzt carefully looked at the wind chime in his hand - this was what he had just bought from a store, and only cost a few copper coins.

There is no high-end material for cheap wind chimes. Drizzt looked carefully and only saw that there might be bird bones, feathers, and shells.

Speaking of which, he cared more about what the boss said later.

"May Gana bless you."

Drizzt seemed to have heard of the name Gana somewhere.

But the question is...where?

After thinking about it carefully, Drizzt did not remember which god was this name - Naga Capolos had a very famous name and a complex pronunciation, which was impressive. Look at Gana, such a simple name seems to be a little girl from the neighbor, which is also considered a god?

But this name that doesn't look like a god makes Drizzt particularly familiar and cares about it!

what is going on?

Where have you heard it?

Gana... Gana...

Drizzt chanted the name silently in his heart.

The next moment, a breeze suddenly blew, and Drizzt subconsciously reached out and held his hat towards him, then he shook his head with a smile - he had just changed his outfit and didn't wear a hat at all.
Chapter completed!