Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 19 Arbitrator

Erdogan waved to Chris at the door. He happened to have the opportunity to go to Backlund this time, so he was in a good mood.

More than four hours later, the two walked out of Backlund Steam Train Station. The box of Sunia Blood Wine they carried was not in its original packaging.

When the taxi drivers outside the train station heard that their destination was the East District, they were unwilling to take them.

"Take the stagecoach." Erdogan walked along the road, and there were many stagecoach stations around the steam train station.

"Is the East End so scary..." Chris scratched his head. They asked around, but no coachman dared to go to the East End.

"Well, I heard that the East District is very chaotic. I will definitely not live in the East District in the future."

The public carriage swayed into the East District. This place was different from other places. There was always a layer of haze in the sky that seemed to be absent. The buildings were also much dilapidated. Some buildings had large swathes of walls peeled off. The floor tiles were also pitted and neglected. take care of.

The worn-out passers-by looked numb. Some children had no clothes and could only be bare-chested. Even the passengers on the carriage were dressed much brighter than them.

The two got out of the car and turned into Iron Carbon Street. Chris looked to both sides of the street. In the shadow of the alley and beside the trash can, pairs of dull eyes were staring at the two of them.

They stopped in front of No. 1350, a three-story townhouse.

As soon as they reached the door, something unexpected and expected happened - two thin men walked towards them along the wall.

The two gangsters had been following the public carriage among the crowd. They only showed their fangs after Chris and Erdogan got off the bus and entered Tietan Street.

One of them threatened Erdogan with a knife, and the other walked towards Chris.

Erdogan's cheeks were red, and the gangster held a knife to his neck, so that he did not dare to shout for help and could only keep winking at Chris.

Chris looked around, and there were no people on the street where there were some people just now. Those eyes hiding in the dark shrunk back, but secretly watched here indifferently.

The gangster in front of him straightened his peaked cap with a sinister smile on his face.

"A case of wine?"

The gleaming blade turned over in his hand. Chris stood there and swallowed.

To run, or to fight?

run?He may not be able to run past the two gangsters, and Erdogan and the drinks are still in the carriage.

beat?He is an Extraordinary, but he can't beat him.

He swallowed, and moved back step by step.

The gangster with the knife obviously didn't want to waste any more time. He grabbed the sharp knife and strode forward!
Chris turned around and ran, but as soon as he took a step, he hit a curb and fell to the ground.

At this moment, just as at that moment.

Even if Chris fell, the box of blood wine remained intact under his protection.

The gangster wouldn't discuss it with him. He held a sharp knife in his hand and bent down to stab him!
"prohibit!"

A female voice sounded. It was not loud, but it carried an aura of majesty that made people irresistible and made them want to obey subconsciously.

The gangster froze on the spot and immediately threw away the sharp knife in his hand. The gangster who was threatening Erdogan also threw away the knife.It could be seen from their eyes that they were not willing.

Chris followed the sound and saw a yellow-haired girl shorter than Samantha standing five meters away with an angry look on her face.

She was wearing an old knight's training uniform, with a green face but a very majestic demeanor.

Chris immediately matched the character in front of him with the character in the book - Hugh Dilcha, a well-known bounty hunter in the East District, nicknamed "The Arbiter", and the future Miss "Judgement"!
Hugh Dilcha took two steps forward, kicked away the knife that the gangster had dropped on the ground, and then struck him with an elbow, causing him to kneel to the ground in pain.

"Who is your boss?" "Duck, Mr. Darkholm..."

The standing gangster squatted on the ground with a flattering look on his face.

That round face appeared in his mind, and Hugh Dilcha cursed with disgust: "He asked you to rob something?"

"No, no, no, it's just that we haven't completed today's mission yet, so we can only..."

"Get out of here! Don't let me see you in the future!"

The two gangsters didn't dare to answer, and they didn't even want a knife. They fled in a panic along the street, and finally turned into a narrow alley and disappeared.

Chris and Erdogan breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. The latter touched the back of his head and said sheepishly: "Thank you, madam, without you, our lives may not be guaranteed."

Hugh Dilcha crossed his arms and glanced at him: "I just happened to pass by. Don't you know that the East District is dangerous? You still dare to come in here?"

"We also have to make money to support our families. We have no choice." Erdogan wiped the sweat from his neck with a sneer on his face.

He was afraid that the lady in front of him would ask him for money—it might actually be a complete scam.Erdogan now believes that anything out of the ordinary can happen here.

"It's best not to deliver goods to the East District in the future," Hugh Dilcha picked up the knife on the ground, played with it in his hand, and continued: "Go quickly, I'll wait for you here, I'm in a hurry."

Erdogan hurried forward and opened the door for Chris, watching the other person step up the steps with a box of blood wine in his arms.

No. 1350 is the building number of the entire building. The customer did not specify which floor it was on, so Chris could only knock on the door door to door and ask.

He walked into the door. There was garbage on the floor but no dust. It seemed that someone would clean the place regularly.

Directly in front is the staircase leading upstairs, and to the left and right are two corridors with two apartments on each side.

A total of 24 households...

Chris thought about it, and knocked on the door one by one from the far left.

Now at [-]:[-] in the afternoon, most of the tenants of the townhouses are not off work. They have to work at least [-] hours a day, and the hawkers have to wait until [-]:[-] to open their stalls.

For this reason, Chris quickly arrived outside the last apartment on the second floor.

This is the innermost room on the right side of the second floor. Some personal belongings are scattered on the shelf outside the door. Room number is 216.

Chris knocked on the door: "Hello, Tequila Cantina."

There was no sound inside, just like before.

When Chris was about to knock for the second time, a deep voice sounded from inside: "Here it comes..."

The old door was opened with a creak, and a woman with disheveled hair, sunken eyes, and thick dark circles appeared behind the door. Chris couldn't judge her age at all.

She glanced at Chris and asked without any tone in her voice: "Is it a box of Sonia blood wine?"

"Yes, yes." Chris nodded, squinting slightly and looking behind the woman: the curtains were closed, and there seemed to be candles in the room, shining dimly and dimly, making it difficult to see more details.

"Ma'am, would you like me to help you carry the wine into your room?"

"...No need," the woman looked at the wine box in his arms without checking it, "Put it here."

"Good lady, goodbye."

Just as he turned around and took a few steps, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his wrist.

(End of this chapter)