Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 102 Rollo
Flea Street is located in the southwest corner of Pedri District. It is not so much a street as it is a collection of broken bricks and tiles. Most of the people living around it are poor and desolate laborers and refugees. There was a faint rancid smell.

Not long after the carriage entered the street, the old coachman drove the horses to slow down slowly, parked in the open space on the side of the street, and at the same time squeezed out a smile and called to the carriage: "Master three knights, we are here on Flea Street."

Christopher got out of the car, glanced around and said, "Go ahead, and I'll show you the way."

"My lord." The old coachman swallowed, and said cautiously: "The money you three gave is only enough to get here, and I dare not take any more money for the way down."

He looked at the gradually thickening twilight around him, hesitated for a moment and said: "In addition, the old man advises the three of you, it is best not to move forward at this point, although you are very skilled at first glance, but every night, in those alleys in front But there are often those vicious alien activities!"

"A few days ago, an old man from a carriage dealer said that he had seen the Sons of Omen here. He heard that some of them were still covered with blood. Maybe they just killed a few laborers who came back late."

"Okay, okay!" Christopher interrupted him with a wave of his hand helplessly, "Go back."

The three jumped out of the car and looked at the back of the old coachman who had been pardoned in a hurry to drive away. Lataen couldn't help asking: "Isn't it just a few people who have the omen of the blessing of the furnace? It looks no different from those furnace knights, why are you Rodel people afraid of this?"

"No way, the current situation is such that people's prejudices cannot be changed overnight." Lucia sighed softly.

He glanced at some refugees and laborers who appeared from time to time in the streets and alleys. These poor people who were forced to make ends meet and lived in slums accounted for only a very small part of the population of the Golden King Capital. The demi-humans and other people who met face-to-face did not show the slightest fear on their bodies.

Perhaps only these people can realize from real life that those alien races and sons of filth are not so terrible, but what even they don't understand is that what is really terrible is that they are firmly bound to the law Narrowness and prejudice, and the ignorance, fanaticism and cruelty that follow.

"Let's go," Lucia said, "to Tolisha's clinic."

About half an hour later, the three of them passed through the narrow alley that even horse-drawn carriages could not enter, and finally arrived at the small clinic located in the depths of Flea Street.

As soon as they approached the entrance of the alley, they heard a panic from inside. A short demi-human with a bandage on his leg ran towards the hospital and shouted loudly, "My lord——Lord Tolisha!" , run! A malicious knight is coming!"

Panic spread instantly in the wards of the hospital. Except for those patients who were too seriously injured to move, all demihumans and hybrids who could still move supported each other and retreated to the backyard.

Seeing this, Tolixia, who was dispensing medicine in the pharmacy, quickly put down her work and ran out to check. When she saw the figures of Christopher and Lucia at the alley, her nervous expression suddenly relaxed, and she began to call for the wounded to go back to the house. rest.

The three of Lucia also stepped forward to help. After tossing back and forth for about ten minutes, the confusion caused by the misunderstanding finally subsided.

"What's the situation?" Christopher poked his head and glanced at the wounded in shock in the ward, and said with a confused face, "I have been here many times before, and I have never had such a big mess. Let them be so scared this time?"

"It's not the same," the perfumer girl explained helplessly while pouring tea for the three of them, "In the past, you basically came here alone, and you were still wearing the armor of the Ancient Dragon Temple. Most of them have heard that the Ancient Dragon Temple has been treating foreigners. Rumors of slaves, even those who don’t know you at all, won’t be afraid.”

She handed the warm tea to the hands of the three visitors one by one, and said: "This time there are three people here, and you are dressed like this. At first glance, it will be easy to recognize some noble private soldiers or outside mercenaries—they are Being caught by these people and bringing Rodel, momentary nervousness is unavoidable."

"Oh, by the way, who is this?" The girl looked at Lataen and asked curiously while stretching out her palm.

"Ah, I'm a friend and classmate of the two of them, just call me Lataen." Lataen smiled heartily and shook hands with Tolisha.

"Lataen" Tolixia only felt a little familiar, and after a long while, she suddenly became excited, "You are His Royal Highness Lataen of Kalia?!"

"Uh, as far as I know, Rodel probably doesn't have a guy with the same name as me for the time being—" Lataen joked, "So, it's nice to meet you, doctor, this hospital is the one I've seen these days The most inconspicuous place I’ve ever been.”

"He is a perfumer, and he is a direct disciple of a court perfumer, and a doctor is just a side job," Lucia corrected, "But you are right about one thing, this place is indeed one of the few places where Rodel is clean and comfortable. The place."

Hearing the praise from the two demigods, the girl perfumer blushed immediately, punched Christopher's chest and complained in a low voice: "It's all your fault, I attract people here every day, how can I entertain two people here?" Your Highness."

Christopher rubbed his chest with a grievance on his face. The last time His Royal Highness Lucia came here purely by himself, this time it was not his decision to come here, and it was all his fault when things came to an end.

"It's okay," Lucia waved her hand, "We just came from Serrante, and this time I have two things I want to ask Miss Tuolixia."

"Please speak, Your Highness." Tolixia said quickly.

Lucia nodded slightly, and said, "During your study with Clivell, have you ever heard of a perfumer named Rollo? Probably about the same age as your teacher, or a little older?"

"Of course I've heard of it—Master Luo Luo was the most famous court perfumer in the royal capital a few years ago. The teacher once said that Master Luo Luo not only far surpassed other peers in perfumery, but also surpassed many heroes in martial arts. It is said that when His Majesty the King of War led his army south to Ningmgfu, he sent someone to recruit him, but Master Luo Luo didn't know why, so he didn't accept it in the end."

"Martial arts are better than many heroes?" Rataen raised his brows slightly after hearing this: "I remember that you perfumers all have some combat fragrance skills, which is a technique of using fragrance medicine to improve combat effectiveness? If that Rollo is in With the blessing of the fragrant medicine, wouldn't it be even more powerful?"

"It should be like this," Tuo Lixia said with her smooth chin, "The teacher also taught me a lot of combat fragrance skills. He said that self-protection is an indispensable skill for every perfumer. If it is According to Master Luo Luo, his level of combat fragrance technique may still be higher than that of his teacher."

(End of this chapter)