Unexpectedly, Ethereal Voice did not give any reply.
The rain gradually became heavier, and the patches of sunshine that had fallen not long ago disappeared as the sky was refilled with accumulated clouds.
Artoris lowered her head and stared at the vast wilderness. The neon lights of the city in the distance glowed lonely and tenderly in the pattering rain.
"I am a traveler, trekking on a long journey, and never want to leave too much nostalgia in a place. It is a package and a burden. Since my steps will be heavy because of this, then as a traveler, why do I need to be like this? thing?"
No one was talking, but that piece of information really came to Artolis' mind.
"Climb the mountain in front, and you'll reach your next destination." Artolis turned her head slightly, and as far as her eyes could see, a vague and faint shadow stretched out her hand to point to the neon light...
This is a quiet and peaceful small town, but at first glance it looks similar to the many towns he passes through. However, the difference is that a special festival is held here every late summer
——Fenglantern Festival
"Traveller, I'm sorry! It's strictly forbidden and you can't pass here."
Being stopped at the city gate, looking at the tall figure blocking him, the young man looked in through the city gate.
"Oh? The lantern has already been released, did I miss it?" The young man didn't take it seriously, but was just slightly curious about the other party's tough attitude.
"No, the Lantern Festival is still being organized, but..."
Noticing the change in the other person's tone, the young man quickly understood what the other person meant.
He casually handed a bag of gold coins to the other party's hand. The young man patted his gray-stained sleeves and then smiled: "Then, can I go in?"
"At any time, strange and honorable traveler."
He is not a rich kid, but what he handed over just now can be said to be his entire budget for these days.
But so what? As a traveler, he believed that this should not be his first consideration.
As Cheng Wei said, the small town was preparing for the Lantern Festival celebrations, and before the time came, the streets were already bustling.
If the prosperity of Jiuquan lies in the poems chanting in the wind and the drunken wine, then the prosperity of this place lies in the bustling crowds and bustling markets.
The young man shook his head. After all, travelers are different from bards. He recalled that when he was a child, he often stared at the dazzling array of products on the streets, the exquisitely crafted decorations, and the steaming snacks that were freshly baked...
The endless memories of my old capital become blurry in my mind the more I think about them, like the fog falling from the fairy mountain or the water vapor rising from the sea in the port, attaching a hazy veil to the memory.
"Finally, before nightfall, I arrived in Fento City. The Lantern Festival has not yet come, and I probably need to stay here for a few days. I was fascinated by the bustling and joyful people on the streets, but the tall figure at the city gate Never been reasonable."
"Find a hotel to stay." Putting away the notes he carried with him and looking at the darkening sky, the young man sighed helplessly.
"Excuse me, can I..."
"cannot."
I don’t know how many times I’ve been turned away. It’s hard to find a hotel to stay in if I don’t have money. As a traveler, such experiences are so common that he doesn't even know if this is something to be thankful for.
The boy clutched the few gold coins he had and walked alone on the street. Travelers are indeed different from bards. At least the latter can sing a few poems and get some rewards from people.
I heard from the gangsters about an underground casino in a hidden corner of the town. It is said to be a casino, but in fact it is just a three-no arena where drunkards gamble.
"Can you tell me which one you can buy to win the most money?" The young man blinked his big eyes and looked at the sloppy uncle in front of the counter with an innocent expression.
"Hey~ You are a foreigner, are you here to cause trouble?" The other party spit out the stick that was holding white smoke in his mouth, looking at the young man as if he was looking at a fool.
"No, no, no, I just want to make quick money and find a place to stay. So, can you tell me what I should choose?"
"Here, you can see for yourself." The other party casually threw a list in front of the young man, and the young man took the list and browsed it carefully.
"Odds..."
There will soon be a duel between "Quick Fist Rosen" and "Destroyer Bud". The introduction said that both of them are the best in this underground arena, and among them, "Quick Fist Lawson" has won nine games in a row. If he wins this next game, it will be the tenth game.
Just by looking at it, you can feel that the former is much more powerful. They have seen the strength of "Quick Fist Lawson", so most people bought this guy, and the odds have even dropped to 1.3. But what you need to know is that if "Quick Fist Lawson" wins the tenth game, then the rewards of all those who bet on Lawson will be tripled on this basis!
Perhaps it is also because of this factor that there is such a large odds ratio.
Looking at the few gold coins in his hand, the young man chose to buy all of them on Bard. Although there is a high possibility that he will lose all his money, the odds of nearly six times still make the young man very tempted.
After placing the bet, a group of drunkards crowded around the outside of the arena. The young man soon saw the two warring parties. Putting aside age and figure, the so-called "Quick Fist Lawson" simply overwhelms Bard in terms of temperament. The temperament shown in his behavior is like that of a veteran who has been on the battlefield for a long time, and his strength must be considerable.
Looking away, the young man felt a little regretful, fearing that he would really lose everything this time.
There is no order at all in the underground arena. All the people gambling here are big men smelling of alcohol. As a lawless area, it is really chaotic.
The duel began. Both sides were similar in stature, but in terms of fighting skills, Rosen was obviously superior. After just a few rounds, Bud was already beaten to the point of being bruised and swollen.
Amid the sighs and shouts of the gamblers, Rosen clenched his fists and shouted a winner. However, just as he was immersed in the cheers of the audience, a sudden punch from behind hit Rosen directly in the back of the head.
The sudden change stopped the young man who was about to turn around and leave. The excited shouts of the audience stopped abruptly at the moment Rosen fell. As a lawless place, the arena did not set strict rules. The sneak attack was not considered a violation. Bud found the opportunity and made the mistake because of Rosen's carelessness.
The two sides struggled again, but perhaps because of the heavy blow to the back of his head, Rosen's attack was obviously not as targeted as before. Instead, the other party found an opportunity and beat him up violently.
Looking at the figure that was pinned to the ground and unable to move, the young man shook his head.
In the end, amid the curses of the drunkards, Bud won.
When the people in the tavern dispersed, it was already ten o'clock in the morning. After walking out of the rest room exhausted, Rosen sat at the counter and ordered a glass of wine when he heard a young voice coming from the side.
"You obviously have that kind of strength, but you want to fake the match. Is this... really good?"
