"Cousin, the money is all here, run away!!"
In the turbulent flow of people, the child stuffed the package into Ye Qingxuan's arms, and then ran into the crowd as if oiled and disappeared.
"Don't run away, kid!"
"He has an accomplice! Break his legs!"
"Kick him to death!!!"
Ye Qingxuan turned back dullly and looked behind him. A group of ferocious-looking strong men were running towards him holding daggers and chairs. Their eyes fell on the package in his arms, glowing fiercely.
"Uh, wait... what's going on?"
Ye Qingxuan had a bad premonition...
…
half an hour ago.
On the third day after leaving Root Town, in the morning, the breeze blew from afar and the waves were quiet.
The traces of the island can be faintly seen in the distance, and the deck of the Titan is crowded with people and noisy.
"Dear passengers, please do not leave your seat before the ship stops!"
The waiters maintained order with a grimace, holding up their loudspeakers and shouting: "Due to berth restrictions, we are currently unable to enter the port. Please wait patiently. While waiting, everyone can look to our right, the white ship The ship is the sister ship 'Nick' built at the same time as the 'Titan'..."
The passengers ignored the waiter at all and continued to chat and laugh while eating peanuts. From time to time, the cry of babies and the roar of strong men could be heard from the crowd.
In the crowd, the white-haired boy was pushed to the stern of the ship, squatting with a group of sailors smoking pipes.
Sailors don't mind sitting in the sun with a small child. Ye Qingxuan had nothing to worry about. Compared to that group of well-dressed big shots, he was more relaxed in front of the upright and rude sailors.
"Hey, uncle."
Ye Qingxuan asked: "Does it take such a long time every time you enter Hong Kong?"
"Because all the berths are occupied."
Next to him, the sailor uncle was smoking his pipe and pointing in the direction of the port.
A group of warships can be vaguely seen escorting a white ship slowly entering the harbor. Not far away on the sea, several merchant ships gathered together were also waiting.
"All taken?"
Ye Qingxuan leaned over and took a look: "Are you going to be so exaggerated?"
"There's nothing I can do. It's Yunlou's ship, and it's escorted by the Royal Navy."
The uncle blinked ambiguously, with a tacit smile between men: "And, have you heard? The guy on the boat..."
"Huh?" Ye Qingxuan was confused and his face was blank.
"Your Highness the Princess! Your Highness the Princess of Yunlou City! Don't you know? Avalon has already made a fuss over this matter."
"Yunlou? I only heard that it is an enclave in the east with only a governor. Where did the princess come from?"
"Little guy, you are already behind the times."
The pipe-smoking uncle patted him on the shoulder: "What's the difference between a hereditary governor and a king? Besides, the Yunlou clan controls the maritime trade between the East and the West, with tea, spices, silk... They are so rich. Orientals themselves say that , their emperor’s treasury has been moved to the sea.”
"Hehe." Someone next to him laughed inexplicably: "Are you going to borrow money again this time?"
"Don't worry if you have too many debts. I borrowed tens of millions, and there are still tens of millions left... I can't afford to pay them back anyway." The uncle hummed in a low voice: "I see, this kingdom that never sets is about to end."
"Well… "
Ye Qingxuan always felt that they were talking about a dangerous topic.
"I heard that the representative Princess Yunlou is a little beauty. She is already a resonance-level musician at the age of seventeen. What a pity..." The sailor next to him sighed.
"What's a pity?"
"It is said that the royal family wants to marry Yunlou." The sailor smiled mischievously: "But the entire Anglo Kingdom knows that the eldest prince likes sheep more than women..."
"Sheep?" Ye Qingxuan was stunned.
"That's right, sheep." Uncle Pipe Nodded and sighed softly: "Sheep."
"Sheep."
The sailors around them exchanged glances with each other and laughed tacitly. At the bottom of the cabin, there was a sound of sheep bleating at the right time.
“…”
For some reason, Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt: The world of adults is really dirty.
…
Fifteen minutes ago.
"Come on, come on, don't hesitate, don't be confused! Fifty dollars of effort, five hundred dollars in return!"
In a tavern in the noisy and chaotic port area.
In the air filled with the stench of tobacco and sweat, there were children's voices.
The tables surrounded by people were crowded with big men who had just disembarked from the ship. Sailors with thick arms and thick legs huddled together, counting the banknotes in front of them with a grimace.
Just inside, a dirty child was washing the playing cards in his hands with a happy expression:
"The round of 13 o'clock just now... Ahem, everyone took care of my young age at blackjack. It's rare for the bosses to think highly of me, so I will play another round of stud with the bosses later."
He looked about thirteen or fourteen years old. He wore a fedora hat, had a dirty face, and was thin, like a little beggar. But the movements of his hands were fast, comparable to those of a professional dealer.
An hour ago, this kid walked into this tavern, and then started betting dice with others with forty dollars that he stole from who knows where. By now, he has almost wiped out half of the gamblers' net worth, and also lost the other half of the gamblers. Tied to his card table.
In the back, the bartender wiped the wine glass with an indifferent expression, watching indifferently as he watched how much money this kid could get out of his pocket and left. Or some red-eyed sailor would take out a knife, stab him over and throw him into the sewer.
"Come on, come on, just do it, don't be timid!"
The child was completely unaware of his situation. He reached out and took the crumpled banknotes and coins on the table into his arms, shuffling the cards with a smile on his face:
"If you buy big, you win big, if you buy small, you win small. You have to seize the opportunities in life. Success on the gambling table is just around the corner!!!"
Opposite him, a group of gamblers whose eyes were red after losing, gnashed their teeth, turned over their pockets, and threw all the silver coins in their pockets on the table.
"Come again!"
"Sir, I still have four hundred yuan here. If you can, take it all!"
"Okay, okay!"
The child laughed so hard that he couldn't even open his eyes: "I just like you big brothers who are so generous. Come again..."
…
…
The capital of the Anglo Kingdom, the Island of Avalon.
Since the musician Arthur used the "Golden Chapter of Victory" to control twelve peerless fantasy beasts three hundred years ago and opened up the island country of Angelo, the blood of Angelo's nobles has been carried on this island for generations. Passed down from generation to generation.
For hundreds of years, the kingdom's territory has continued to expand, and today, it has expanded its territory from Avalon Island to the surrounding continent. Half of the territory is ocean and the other half is land.
Avalon, the island of the royal capital, has become more and more complete after hundreds of years of repairs.
Shrouded in perennial white mist, the city was built with white stones on the mountain. It was divided into nine rings from the palace on the top of the mountain, and fell downwards until finally, it spread into the sea.
Today, the heretical temples of the old era have been buried under the sea. Guarded by thirty-two outer city islands, the Crown City stands above the ocean.
When setting foot on the dock area in the outermost ring, every traveler sees what King Arthur left behind. The huge stone tablet is engraved with the handwriting of the former hero - the Kingdom of God's Blessing.
It's a pity that God never bless homeless people and beggars.
If someone doesn't have money to take a carriage, then when he steps out of the dock area and steps in the mud for the first time, he will be greeted by countless old women holding strange souvenirs and empty-handed people who want to get rich from you. surrounded by beggars and imps.
After a wave of looting, the traveler who was stuffed with low-quality souvenirs and was being grabbed by a gypsy witch to have his face read may not have realized the big hole cut out of his wallet by a razor blade.
Ten minutes ago, Ye Qingxuan stepped onto the port, sniffing the slightly smelly air, and suddenly missed this place.
He took a fedora hat out of his pocket and tucked his striking white hair into it. Now when he bent down and stared at the water, he could no longer see anything eye-catching.
"Can't you touch it?"
He smiled and looked back at the beggar who was groping in his pocket: "You are late. Actually, I also want to know where my wallet is."
"Bah, stingy."
Several beggars spat, made impolite gestures, and then took the time to rush towards the new victim. Ye Qingxuan laughed proudly. He had no money on him at all, all the money was on Lao Fei.
After he released Lao Fei from the suitcase, Lao Fei, who was about to go crazy, bit his hand, causing Ye Qingxuan's mouth to twitch in pain. However, for the sake of his long-time younger brother, Lao Fei obviously kept his mouth open and did not bite the skin, so he saved some face.
Immediately afterwards, the big dog began to play shamelessly on the dirt road in the lower town of Avalon... After a while, it changed from a long-haired yellow dog to a dirty dog.
"Avalon is still like this. It's such a shabby place. It's really not surprising what happens."
Ye Qingxuan looked around and sighed in a low voice.
Before he finished speaking, he heard a continuous loud banging sound behind him.
Immediately afterwards, a figure jumped into his arms and stuffed a bulging package into his hand:
"Cousin, all the money is here!"
The child gasped and blinked at him mysteriously: "Run!"
"Huh? Wait..."
Ye Qingxuan stared blankly at the package filled with things in his arms, turned around, and then felt something coming through the air. The dagger screamer flew past his ear and nailed him to the street lamp.
"What the hell?!"
A group of angry men held high beer glasses, bench legs, two axes and several daggers. They rushed out of the bar, roaring and rushing over.
"Catch him! They are in the same group!" Someone locked their red eyes on him.
"No way?"
Ye Qingxuan's scalp was numb: "What exactly is going on?"
Hey, wait! In this situation, everyone knows what the fuck is wrong...
boom!
Another ax hit his hand and drove into the wall behind him...
"Kill that kid who's asking for money! I'll pay you five hundred pounds!" Someone with red eyes roared.
There was no need to say anything this time, Ye Qingxuan simply turned around and ran away!
…
"Hey! Kid! Don't run away! Come back here!"
He ran after the dead child who was laughing maniacally in front of him.
After a long absence, he ran again on this street where he had been chased and hacked countless times. There was a dead child in front, his own dog beside him, and a group of people behind him who were shouting and killing.
I don't know why, but somehow... I got involved.
While running wildly, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help shouting: "When did this place become such a ghost!"
"Isn't it always like this?"
In the oncoming smelly sea breeze, when the dead child turned to look at him, he couldn't help grinning and gloating at the front: "Hey, country boy, welcome to Avalon!"