After lunch, kukas didn't want to stay in the manor. He dressed according to his habits and found a heart armor to wrap around his heart. Finally, he left the manor in a wide cloak and walked towards the broken city center. This habit was actually formed by him five years ago. Because a group of adventurers came here suddenly five years ago. They can enter and leave the city freely, but they can't take any living creatures out of the city.
Since then, a large number of adventurers began to appear in the city. Among them, there were nobles, ordinary people and businessmen. They brought food and all kinds of materials to enjoy here.
Throw out a piece of meat to let two people kill each other and enjoy it. Or use a lot of food in exchange for some utensils retained from the fire and a lot of money.
Dirty streets, dilapidated houses, ordinary people waiting to die against the corner, women or men who are naked to attract guests, a dead city.
The passage of years makes the city baptized by fire and war look more dilapidated and desolate. The tenacious weeds stick out from under the slate road and grow madly. From time to time, hungry people pull out these weeds and stuff them into their mouths to alleviate hunger.
The heavy riding boots trampled on the ground and made bursts of clear sound. The breeze blew, and one corner of the cloak flew high, revealing a strong body wrapped with scars.
People waiting to die on both sides of the street saw kukas walking. They curled up hard to make themselves look thinner. Everyone who hovers in this area knows kukas's bad name. They try to make themselves look so humble and save being killed by each other. At the thought that they would be eaten by people after they died, these people were frightened.
He walked silently. Although he didn't ride, his speed was not slow at all. However, in a short magic time, he walked from the periphery of the city to the central area of the city.
If the edge of the city is full of silence and madness, the central area of the city is more vibrant and lively.
The central area of the city was originally a huge library, but during the war, all the books in the library were transported away. Later, a flame burned and burned a library dozens of meters high into ruins.
The remaining professionals took control of ordinary people, cleaned up the ruins here, then cleared some other buildings, and finally merged with the city square to form this huge square three or five miles in size.
Beautiful women, precious food and luxury goods can be found here. Some people fight each other with simple sticks in order to get food. After killing each other, they can get a piece of meat. The meat is enough for them to eat for five days.
Kukas's arrival soon attracted people's attention here, because there was no one else who could reach his height in the city.
"I'm sorry, knight, we haven't found what you want." when a professional saw kukas, he quickly got out of the crowd and saluted respectfully in front of him.
"Well!" kukas nodded without saying anything. He just stood still and looked at the deformed and lively city center. "Have the casters made any progress these days?"
"It is said that the casters have found a small storage place for military supplies, but there are only some ordinary military crossbows and weapons in it, and no adults want anything at all." this professional is a soldier. More than two meters high made him look so tall in the crowd of ordinary soldiers, but in front of kukas, he was a full head short, and his body looked very thin.
"Tell them to help me find those things as soon as possible. Tell them that my patience is limited. The city is so big that there will be something left even if it is clean. They must have what I want. Don't delay me. It's useless." kukas smiled grimly. A pair of fierce eyes stared at the soldier and said in a deep voice.
"Knight, they still lack things. There are few things missing in the whole city, unless they can find the military base hidden under the city. Only there can you find some things you want." the soldier swallowed his saliva and said quickly, "what else do you want?"
"No, you go!" kukas said stiffly, rubbing his bare head. "When the sky begins to fall snow, I want them to give me a positive answer."
"Yes." the soldier left quickly after saluting. In front of the most powerful professional in the city, even if he was a third-order soldier, he didn't dare to run wild in front of kukas.
In this day of imprisonment, a large number of professionals began to advance, from level 1 to level 2, and from level 2 to level 3. All of them, except kukas, have been promoted to the third level in these days. I thought they could surpass kukas after becoming a third-order mage, but when a third-order mage and two third-order warriors died under kukas's fist, all the remaining professionals in the whole city chose silence.
"Do you want to fight today?" just after the third-order soldier left, the summoner in a gray robe came out of a corner and whispered.
"Have you been promoted? Have you found a better summoning creature?" kukas asked without looking back.
"No! Do you think it's so easy to be promoted to level 4? Do you think it's so easy to find a permanent summoning creature?" the Summoner's voice was full of helplessness: "although my magic has been promoted enough over the years, I dare not try. The probability is too low. I still want to leave this place and see the outside world!"
"No adventurers are coming today?" kukas asked in a low voice, looking at the summoner with his head tilted.
"Yes, they are resting in the tavern. Well, several other forces are there. They are trading with these adventurers. By the way, there are magicians among them. I think there must be something you want." the summoner smiled in a low voice: "The spellcasters who traded with you are also there. Maybe you should urge them personally. They haven't explored the underground world of the city for a long time."