Chapter 522 (1/2)

Imperial capital, a street somewhere.

The cold spring rain is still falling, making the mottled walls on both sides look old; There was no shadow in the empty street, only the bleak echo of the cold wind passing by my ears.

It looks like an abandoned street, no different from the gutter lane of eboden or the slum of the town.

The dark haired wizard silently followed the night watchman and kept looking around.

On both sides of the narrow street are dilapidated houses, and at the foot are muddy paths; Judging from the extent of damage to the streets, it has been at least ten years.

Loren said in his heart.

A night watchman representing the emperor's eyeliner and poison blade. What will their headquarters look like?

The walls are high, the sentinel stands, the eyeliner is densely covered, five steps and one defense, ten steps and one whistle... Wire mesh, iron railings, wizard towers, dungeons, gallows, whips, shackles, cross locks, iron shackles, iron nail beds, iron virgins... Cough and cough.

It may also be like Eboden's night watchman's base... Sewer, prison, weapons rack, test stand, all kinds of intelligence, all kinds of Eyeliner... In short, underground fortress, but it must be more rigorous and more secretive than that of E.

But whatever it is, it will never be the one in front of us.

The exquisite three-story clock tower, the stone path in front of the door, and the beautiful flower beds on both sides... It seems that people often take care of it.

”Here we are. This is the headquarters of the night watchman.”

”You must be joking?”

”No, I'm serious. It's here.”

”...” Loren Turin.

As the voice fell, the indifferent night watchman came forward and opened the door; The black haired wizard who followed did not forget to look carefully at the furnishings in the tower.

A little old Candlestick, a little yellow carpet and walls, a few tables and chairs, plus a fireplace... Nothing to surprise, just an ordinary living room.

How to say, uh... It's a little unexpected.

”Have a drink first.”

Seeing that the dark haired wizard had sat down, the indifferent Edward skillfully went to the fireplace wine shelf, poured two glasses of ale, stuffed one of them into Lauren's hand, and brought a plate of fruit and blueberry pudding.

”The drinks here are not very good, but the food is very fresh... They all come from the Royal Manor outside the imperial capital. Originally, they only served the things of the heavenly palace.”

”It's still early today... If it's later, there will be special people responsible for transporting fresh fruits, vegetables and meat.”

“……”

Looking at the sparkling drink in his hands, the confused black haired wizard looked at Edward opposite. The indifferent night watchman turned a blind eye, picked up the knife and skillfully enjoyed the blueberry pudding on the table.

Just before Loren could react, Edward was very skilled in getting dry firewood to light the fireplace. Above the warm light, there was a soup pot that seemed to have been prepared for stewing potatoes, onions and beef.

For a quarter of an hour, the two finished a plate of fruit, half a blueberry pudding, and three glasses of ale - maybe another bowl of stew if the soup pot was not still on the stove.

If this is a cartoon, there must be a huge question mark on Lauren's head.

I am now sitting in the most dangerous, terrible and secret place of the whole empire.

In the notorious night watchman headquarters

Sitting in front of the warm fireplace, drinking ale and eating blueberry pudding

Am I crazy or are they crazy?

Bored playing with the fork in his hand, Loren had a ironic sneer on his mouth; From entering the door to now, the night watchman who has never opened his mouth to tell the truth has actually revealed a lot of information.

Remote but undisguised night watchman headquarters;

A place where the tribute of the Royal Manor can be obtained directly;

Empty tower with soup pot;

There is also an unusual night watchman who has become no longer indifferent

All kinds of abnormal signs are almost like a Book spread out in front of the dark haired wizard, on which the secret that people in front of them want to hide is written unreservedly; But Loren had no interest in peeling the cocoon, nor did he bother to guess what Edward wanted to do.

He's waiting, waiting for this guy to speak.