After drinking some wine, Vincent slept very well this time.

I didn't dream all my sleep. When Vincent opened his eyes again, the first thing I saw was a house that used newspapers as wallpaper and stuck to the ceiling.

Vincent rubbed his eyes and sat up, then remembered what happened yesterday.

I picked up the old brass pocket watch and saw that it was already 7:30 in the morning.

"I've slept for fifteen hours?" Vincent rubbed his head. He drank too much wine, and his head still hurts a little now.

At this time, a pitch-black crow fell outside the window, pecking at the window with its mouth.

Vincent then stood up, opened the window and picked up the crow.

"Greetings to Master, the great king of the door." The crow entering the house then turned into a black feathered dressed in a cold temperament and delicate appearance, and knelt respectfully on the ground.

Vincent got up and poured water and said, "Get up, there is nothing unusual this night, right?"

Annie responded: "Two spies sneaked into the village secretly. Thanks to your arrangement, the two of them found no blood or abnormalities."

Vinson nodded: "Well, judging from the 5th Legion's group of waste who bully the weak and fear the strong, they will not have any actions in the past week."

After drinking it with a mouthful of distilled water, Vincent immediately woke up completely.

"Someone is here, go and rest in the door." Vincent looked at Huck carefully approaching the door.

Anne then turned into a crow, and Vincent's body entered the door.

After that, Vincent welcomed Hack in, explained a few words to him, and then prepared to go home.

After Vincent finished washing up, Huck brought a hearty breakfast first.

After Vincent finished packing up, he drove the carriage and left the village under the gaze of everyone.

Although it was a carriage when I went back and came this time, there were thick quilts and cotton on the carriage board.

Looking at this simple and simple but caring and sincere arrangement, Vincent looked happy and thought he was helping the right person.

In order to prevent accidents, Vincent asked Huck to send him to an intersection about five hundred meters away from his home and asked him to go back.

He walked back to the rest of the road himself.

Looking at the crowds coming and going in front of me, the horse's hooves clattering by.

He even saw a bus carriage pulled by eight tall horses with long and narrow cars.

As the mainstream transportation method for office workers today, this is not expensive.

Generally, if you only need to pay 5 gals to enjoy a carriage that only a noble master can take... and squeeze together with a group of people.

Enjoy the taste of "humanity" in the carriage of the nobles.

Follow Hailong Road and enter Haine West Road, more and more people begin to increase.

The pungent smell of horse feces, tobacco, body odor, sweat sourness, and inferior perfume smell were almost spit out directly.

"Fuck! This taste is amazing!" Vincent covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, and filtered it hard with the remaining barbecue flavor on his sleeves.

The north of Ryan City, Tiehua Street, Heine Street and Hailong Street are the most densely populated areas in the entire city.

The main living people here are the working class in the middle and lower levels of the city, as well as workers who come here from the city and other places.

There are many people, and there are naturally complete places to consume.

There are very dense shops on both sides of the street here.

Coffee shops, dessert shops, bars, massage shops, restaurants, department stores, clothes shops, cane shops, watch shops, bookstores, etc.

In my memory, Vincent also went to a bookstore to read a secret book called "The Golden Gun" which was very practical and... exciting.

Unfortunately, I was kicked out by my boss at the critical moment.

When passing by, Vincent also saw a lot of things.

For example, Vincent first caught a dark blue cotton plaid vest, and then fell in love with a black silk bowler hat.

Then he took a look at the price and scared him to death.

A vest, 10 Canadian dollars, and that hat, 12 Canadian dollars.

Vincent reached into his pocket, and he couldn't see the bottom.

Continue to touch down and touch your thick leg hair.

People say that the pocket is cleaner than the face, which describes people who are poor.

So what can I touch my leg hair in my pocket?

"The world of rich people has disturbed."

With a muttering voice in his heart, Vincent accelerated his pace.

Just when Vincent just passed by the "Mrs. Smith" candy shop, he was suddenly stopped by someone.

"Hey! This guy!"

Vincent turned his head and saw a man with a little messy hair and a dirty face, holding a wrinkled kraft paper bag in his left hand.

It looks like he is a homeless man.

"Call me?" Vincent pointed to his nose.

The homeless man looked over forty with a philistine smile on his face and walked over and said, "Brother, I'm surprised at your bones. The soul fire is so strong that I can see clearly across three blocks!"

As he said that, he took out an old book from his arms and said, "I happen to have a mysterious secret book here. Are you interested? Sell it to you for 1 Canadian dollar."

"Get out!" Vincent's face changed, and he turned around and left.

"Hey! Brother, I'm not interested in secret books. Are you interested in letting me divinate? See what your fate is?"

Vincent didn't speak, and walked forward without hesitation.

"Free, brother!" the tramp added.

Vincent walked back silently and asked, "How to divine?"

The homeless man grinned and showed his big yellow teeth.

He took out a dirty card from his pocket and said, "The original deck is rumored to be used by the incarnations of the original flames when creating the world, and rare treasures."

"I have it at home, and I have ten sets." Vincent said bluntly.

As Vincent, who has been in casinos all year round, this thing is a must-have.

This thing is similar to poker, invented by the Church of the Melting Furnace, with a total of fifty-four cards in a deck.

There are six roads and nine stages in total.

It symbolizes the nine different stages that the six incarnations of the original flame went from weak to strongest.

The homeless man didn't care, and handed over the old dirty land sign and said, "Pick one and see your own destiny."

Vincent clasped his lips and reached out to twitch it. He turned it over and saw that it was a monster that was gray and white, like a spider.

It crawled on a huge spider web, and behind it was the stars.

"Tsk, it's amazing! It's amazing! The weaver! The great existence that can sense fate and weave fate."

"The most mysterious existence among the six incarnations of the original flame, brother, you have also drawn His final form, the weaver of destiny and time and space in the ninth stage is the ultimate king!"

“The future is really unlimited!”

Vincent curled his lips and said, "What ultimate king isn't it just a white spider?"

The folk habit of playing cards makes it a white spider, which is one of the six largest cards in normal picks, similar to the four old K in playing cards.

"What white spider, this is the master of time and space!" The homeless man said with a flash of joy, just like the real thing.

Vincent listened to his nonsense and felt no fluctuations in his heart. He had seen many such routines.

I'll come here to brag about you first, and then turn around and ask for money.

So Vincent turned around and wanted to leave again, but was grabbed by the homeless man.

"I don't want money! I won't give it to you if I want to die! What are you doing?" Vincent shook his hand away.

The homeless man was surprised, and then stuffed the "secret book" in his hand into Vincent and said, "Forget it, today I see that I have a fate with you, so I will give you this secret book."

Now the poor, jingling Vincent will not refuse any gifts.

He readily took the old secret book that was almost lost. His stinky face just now opened his eyes and said, "Thank you, although you look a little shabby, I know you are a kind, generous and handsome gentleman."

There is no loss to praise others.

"Hey! I'm giving it away. I just hope that one day in the future, you can do me a favor." The homeless man said with a smile.

Vincent then changed his face and asked suspiciously: "Isn't it because I asked me to pay back the money?"

The homeless man smiled and turned around and left, saying, "The money is used to measure transactions."

"My busyness is not calculated."

As he said that, the homeless man was submerged in the crowd.

"All talk nonsense, I think it's best for you to be a charlatan in the furnace church!"
To be continued...