Dawn of the Grey Tower

Time, in the silence, came to dusk, and the breach in the wall of the molten iron city had been repaired for a whole day, and it had built up a fortification of a large scale. The black smoke from the numerous blacksmith shops located in the streets and alleys of this city also shows that the armaments consumed yesterday have been properly replenished. The residents of this border city used their enthusiasm to build the city to repair it. Walking on the streets of molten iron, the cool wind blowing from the grassland will not make people feel cold at all, and the lights in the building are lit. Let the whole city look like a huge, boiling furnace from above.

Lin helped the two elderly men get up after getting the water from the well, and sorted out the hair that was hanging from the temples. Looking at the sky, it's not too early, and it's time to go back and prepare dinner. Thinking about this, the former maid picked up the basket at her feet and began to walk in the direction when she came. Pedestrians on the road showed some respect when they saw this beautiful lady. The reason was no other. The skirt on Lin's body had been stained with many stains because of one day's work. People in Molten Iron City understand that the people in front of them are not only concerned about their nobility, she is a member of this pioneer city like them.

"I remember there was still some food in the cellar. Do I need to buy it back? I don't know what Mr. Depp likes to eat." Lin with the basket thinking. Thanks to the preparation of Duke Hammer, Molten Iron City did not suffer from a shortage of resources after the war. Although almost all the merchants from the kingdom usually left, the merchants operating food and daily necessities were not affected in any way. On the contrary, in order to ensure that residents have enough physical strength to survive this difficult time, many business owners even choose to sell food at reduced prices at this time. Such behavior will undoubtedly make them miss a chance to make a fortune, but as long as the war passes, this good reputation can guarantee longer-term benefits.

At this moment, the Banshee seemed to perceive something, and the calm expression on her face changed, turning her head to a house beside her. Without much hesitation, Lin went straight into the narrow passage in the middle of the house and disappeared into the shadows. As a child who grew up in molten iron, she is no stranger to the dark alleys between these houses. When Lin was young, she and the friends of the orphanage often used these spaces to play games. Chang had to compile a set of stories about scary monsters in the alley to scare them and prevent these children from danger in the dark alley.

So what is the truth in the alley? In the shadow of the building, are there any monsters that eat away? Or is it just a lie in good faith that is worried about the danger of adults? Or, these are just to hide the more eerie truth. At least in Lin's knowledge, these alleys are indeed not dangerous. Walking through them and feeling surrounded by walls that are close to the body on both sides can even give people a strange sense of relief.

But now is no time for nostalgia. The purpose of the former maid walking into the alley is a back door with broken chains. The hinge on this wooden door has been rusted and broken, it seems that the owner of the house rarely opened it. But I do n’t know whether it was because the awakening became a mourning banshee or had a relationship with the curse crow for some time. When Lin picked up the hinge that was broken into two pieces, she keenly discovered that there was a little rust on the chain. It seems so serious on the surface, at least not to the extent that it can be actively broken. But where the iron chain breaks, the former maid can also see very serious signs of weathering, which is like the different parts of the same iron chain have experienced different times, full of sense of violation. Lin frowned slightly, and she knew that the situation in front of her was definitely not due to a problem with the quality of the hinge, and it seemed to her that there was only one explanation, magic, that could cause this result.

The matter reached this point, the unnaturally broken hinge in her hand made Lin feel retreat. She was thinking about the possibility of contacting the Crow. But she was not allowed to think too much, and the face of the dead banshee was on the other side. She threw away the iron chain in her hand, and the expression on her face showed that she had made up some determination. Lin pushed the wooden door in front of him and walked into the building. The thick musty smell made the Banshee take a few steps backwards subconsciously. The space behind the door was narrower than she had imagined. There was only one staircase leading to the second floor, and nothing else. Lin looked over the stairs. She could not see anything on the second floor except for the disturbing cracks on the wooden stairs and the peeling paint.

Taking a handkerchief from the basket and covering his nose and mouth, the former maid walked up the stairs carefully. The plank of "creaking" moaning with pain is disturbing, making people suspect that the steps underneath will collapse at any moment. Lin had to use one hand to support the moldy wall ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ to ensure that she would not overwhelm her weight on the stairs. The second floor of this building seems to be exceptionally high. The Banshee guessed that the first floor here should be some kind of storefront, and only the ceiling of a tavern or grocery store was made of this height.

After a short and difficult journey, Lin still walked through all the steps smoothly. She was thankful that the planks were not disconnected. Perhaps it was because she was very light? Thinking so, the former maid looked at the second floor environment with a smile. It's a matter of looking. In fact, there is nothing superfluous at the end of the stairs. There is only a wooden door standing on the side. A tattered wooden signboard is nailed on the door. Lin can vaguely recognize that the signboard is painted with a balance on it. The palm is only different from most of the patterns with balances. The balance here is not erected upwards, but is held horizontally by the palms. The hanging baskets on both sides of the balance are inclined at will, giving a strange feeling.

This is a sign for debt collectors. Lin recognized this sign, although the molten iron belongs to the pioneers, but it is undeniable that some of the residents here do not like rules, credit, fraud. These customs were quite serious at the beginning of the city. Therefore, in order to protect their own interests, the merchants hired some strong thugs to collect debts for them. Over time, debt collectors have also become a special profession in this city. But this was a long time ago. With the construction of the city on the right track, Grand Duke Hammer issued relatively loose and highly enforceable laws, the atmosphere of molten iron gradually became clear, and most debt collectors no longer had business. And went to do other camps. Most of these signs are still used nowadays. Most of them are gangsters that claim to be debt collectors.

With a swallow, Lin opened the second floor door. Immediately after the strong **** smell and the shocking scene in front of her, the lady vomited violently on the stairs.