Half a quarter of an hour later, in the sewer.
A group of burly men covered in tattoos stepped on the sewage to clean up the nearby garbage, and then the old men stepped down on the ladder. He stood on the stone steps and looked around. Sewage flowed over his leather boots, leaving yellow traces.
He frowned, chewed on his new pipe, and looked around: "Which way are you going?"
A dozen powerful vicious dogs sniffed the air, stared at a certain direction in the darkness with their blood-red eyes, and barked wildly. There were stout men holding on to their chains, and the hateful dogs were struggling wildly to stretch the chains straight.
Guishou nodded and asked, "Is it all blocked?"
"Well, there are people guarding all the nearby exits." The man in the lead, with a bald head and dense devil tattoos behind his ears, said with a fierce face: "Those two brats can't escape."
"Then go ahead. Don't let them get away."
The bald man nodded and pulled the vicious dog to prepare for tracking, but when he pulled it, he found that the strong dogs stayed in place and did not move.
Suddenly, they stopped barking, as if they had seen a ghost. They were originally the most powerful hounds in the Colosseum, but now they seemed to be crazy, lying in the dirty water one by one, allowing others to attack them. He punched and kicked, but refused to take a step forward.
"Ah sneeze!"
In the darkness ahead, someone sneezed without hesitation.
Then there was the sound of unfolding a handkerchief to wash the nose, and finally the man threw the handkerchief into the ditch next to him, unfolded a new handkerchief, and tore it in half.
The sound of the handkerchief breaking was clear and crisp, like fine silk. Those silks from the East are embroidered with complicated patterns. It feels as light as air in your hand, and when you shake it, it feels like mist is about to dissipate.
They should have been hung in shops, lying in incense, for people to admire and admire, but now some people tear them into pieces just to block their nostrils.
Then, the man made a roaring sound: "It really stinks here! Why do you rats always like to get into the sewers?"
The big men were enraged, and the iron rods and swords they held in their hands knocked on the wall, making sharp sounds. Some people stepped forward to catch this guy out and see what he had eaten wrong.
But Ghost Hand stopped them.
The old guy had no expression on his face. He just grabbed a lantern from his subordinate's hand and shined it forward.
The blond boy was illuminated.
He was wearing a black dress and tie that should not appear here at all, as if he was attending some aristocratic banquet. Even the square cufflinks were embedded with gems.
Now, he is sitting on a high chair that was moved from somewhere, with a wool carpet under his feet, which is thick and soft. After being discovered, he took a leisurely look at it.
That look was full of arrogance and maddening provocation.
It was Hermes.
"Trader?"
Ghost Hand asked coldly.
"Hey, Ghost Hand, you're still alive..." Hermes laughed and raised his hand: "I'm back. Do you want a souvenir? I have an iron pomegranate here for you."
As he spoke, he raised his hand, and in his hand there was a round iron bump with a well-lattice decoration on it. There is a thin iron pipe inserted at the top, and there is a small ring on the iron pipe.
The ring looks like some strange decoration, but when you see it, you can't help but pull it out.
Now, Hermes was tossing this small thing, his eyes filled with enthusiasm and anticipation as he wanted to hand it to the ghost hand.
"unnecessary."
Guishou refused coldly, with gloomy eyes: "The shaman has said that you are strictly prohibited from appearing in this city again."
"Ah hahaha, that was really an unbearable past. I was accidentally caught by him before, which made me a little embarrassed. Just forget about these things, please don't worry about it."
The young man smiled heartlessly, paused, and seemed to be confused about revealing a secret that not many people knew yet. His eyes mocked: "Besides, hasn't he been missing for a long time?"
As soon as he said this, everyone was stunned.
The burly subordinates paused, as if they heard something incredible. Some of them looked at Ghost Hands in confusion, some were confused, and some had eyes that changed and became dangerous.
But Guishou remained cold and expressionless:
"This is not something you should be concerned about. Even if he is not here, Avalon is still the shaman's world."
"Oh, really? But I don't seem to find any loyalty from those gangs."
On the high chair, Hermes looked down at the ghost hand, slowly shook his head, and made a clicking sound in his mouth, as if he was looking at something rare:
"Now the group of Corsicans, Caucasians and Tianzhu people living in the downtown area have ignored his orders, including the old woman who only knows how to kidnap and traffic children in the sewers. She also plans to make a living on her own. What? The shaman has lost power, Ghost Hand, and the newcomers don’t even know who he is. You are the only one who is so loyal as a loser, holding his thigh like a treasure."
"I don't want to say more than necessary."
Guishou walked forward through the sewage, just looking at the road behind him: "—You should get out of the way."
"You want to do something to me?"
Hermes looked at the black leather glove on Ghost Hand's left hand, slowly leaned over, and whispered in his ear: "Don't forget where you bought that hand."
Ghost Hand said: "Those two people are the people the shaman is looking for."
"The one who wants to find them is not the shaman, but the person who comes to you with his old token, right?"
Hermes smiled and patted his head in a pretentious manner, as if he was holding his head high now: "Oh, I almost forgot, there is a person who bought his token from me. I remember his surname is Chang... "
"Trader!"
The ghost hand raised his black-gloved palm and took off the pipe from the corner of his mouth: "You should understand the rules here and stay out of the way."
"Call me Hermes, I like that name."
When the blond boy said this name, he raised his eyebrows and said with high spirits: "As for the rules, I'm sorry, I have been out for so long, I have forgotten them all."
Ghost Hand's expression became cold and stern, but Hermes reached into his arms, took out a thick paper bag, and threw it into his arms: "Don't be too hasty to fall out, take a look at this before talking."
He stroked his cane, which was intertwined with snakes, and said softly: "In my case, the price is always clearly marked. When I trade with others, there is never any reason for people to lose their money."
The ghost hand opened the paper bag silently and looked at the old papers inside by the light. The papers seemed to have been burned by fire, and most of them were incomplete, but vague writing and patterns could be vaguely seen.
Those writings and patterns made Guishou's eyes tighten.
"Map of Avalon? Which Avalon?"
"The real one... The royal family has been looking for it for so many years. You can sell it for a good price even if you resell it. The shaman is not here, and no one will protect you. After dividing it, it will be good for everyone to use as pension. That money is enough for you The rest of the time he spent in whoring and gambling, and finally died in a champagne bath. The condition is - don't worry about it anymore."
Guishou raised his eyes and looked at him. After a while, he shook his head and returned the paper bag to him: "Girls can do it, but boys can't."
Silence, a long silence.
In the silence, the smile on Hermes' face dissipated little by little. The young man's expression became cold and gloomy, and his sharp eyes were like blades, piercing the ghost's heart with chills.
He stared at the old man in front of him and said in a soft voice:
"Guishou, don't be ignorant of appreciation."
"This is an order given by the shaman himself."
Ghost Hand said softly: "He came back a few days ago."
Hermes's expression changed, and there was a hint of astonishment.
Guishou's expression remained unchanged: "When I met you today, I can ignore this matter. Even if he is in your shop, we can ignore it. But you have to know that as long as the shaman's order remains, that little boy He is still our enemy."
"Is that so?"
Hermes was deep in thought, as if he suddenly figured out something, and suddenly realized, his ice-like expression suddenly dissipated, and he smiled again, like the sun:
"I suddenly knew what this old guy wanted to do."
With that said, he threw the paper bag back into Ghost Hand's arms: "You can take this thing back. Just treat it as my gift to the shaman... I hope he dies of late stage syphilis as soon as possible in his own toilet."
"We'll pass it on."
Guishou glanced at him one last time, turned and left, taking his subordinates with him.
…
…
It was already dawn when Hermes returned to the earth.
The long night is finally coming to an end.
The sky was dark, but you could still feel the faint sunlight falling from the end of the fog.
Hermes stood next to the carriage, reached out and took the coat from Seton, and then threw the smelly brand-new dress into the sewer without any care.
Seton sat in the coachman's seat, his burly body seeming to squeeze out the seat of the carriage.
After re-dressing, Hermes took out a bottle of perfume and poured half of it on himself. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and regained his composure: "Phew, it stinks to death... Is there any trouble?"
"A few people found out and came over, but I took care of them."
Seton pointed to the corner of the wall. The two large sacks there seemed to be filled with mud and looked soft. There was a faint red color coming out of it, which attracted two wild cats to scratch curiously.
Hermes nodded and then asked:
"where are they?"
Seton opened the door of the carriage and took a look: "Asleep."
Hermes stood outside the car, looking at the child inside, silent for a long time.
In the ornately decorated carriage, the embarrassed boy and little girl leaned on the seats and fell asleep. They were sleeping so deeply that they were almost sliding off.
While sleeping, Bai Xi leaned on Ye Qingxuan's shoulder, their white hair almost tangled together.
The interior of the carriage is obviously spacious. But they only occupied such a small corner, leaning against each other. The faint morning light illuminated their peaceful faces, as if they were in a dream, so there was a slight smile on the corners of their mouths.
Hermes obviously had a lot of complaints and strange things to say to them, but looking at them now, he felt a little unbearable to disturb them.
After a long time, Hermes' eyes fell on Bai Xi's cheek, and his eyes became gentle and compassionate.
"What a misfortune. She will be a beautiful girl when she grows up, and she will be the most beautiful girl in the world."
He glanced at Bai Xi one last time, closed the door, and sighed softly: "It's a pity that not only do you have such a sad talent as 'recruiting'... but you also happened to meet someone who made you willingly consume yourself."