The King of Elden does not die alone!

The completely unfamiliar figure, whom I had only met once, was standing not far away.

After seeing the fully armed group of people, the fishmonger came over happily and wanted to shake Kai's hand.

But Kai avoided it calmly.

"Hello, hello--" The fishmonger smiled, as if he was very familiar with other people's disgust.

He rubbed the slime from the fish off his body.

"It's much faster than I thought. You guys really keep your promise."

As soon as they met, he praised me in a flattering manner.

"Thank you very much." Mia responded with a smile on her face: "What's your name?"

Faced with such praise that comes as soon as we meet.

Mia's genes about human relations in her previous life are reviving ()

Speaking of which, taking on commissions is a business, right?

The person in front of you is the client, the Party A!

"Surname, surname...Haha," the fishmonger laughed dryly. "I'm just a businessman, not a noble. Just call me Bridge."

A drop of sweat had already dripped down Bridge's smiling forehead.

The girl in front of me was wearing a strange headdress and looked like she was born into a prominent family.

Politeness makes people feel pressured.

In Britain of this era, many ethnic groups, including the Franks in the south and the Germans in the north, did not have long surnames. Most people who were not born into prominent families would introduce themselves to others using place names as prefixes in formal occasions.

For example, Geoffrey of Monmouth, Swanson of Cardigan, and Geralt of Rivia.

If someone is engaged in a certain profession, people around him will use a respectful title when addressing him.

For example, Henry the baker and Ford the hunter.

Another exception is that some people will give their father's name when introducing themselves.

For example: Bach, son of Schott, Iser, son of Johann.

At the same time, a nickname can also be part of a person's title.

Place names, occupations, ancestor names, and nicknames are the origins of later "surnames".

And now, these words have obviously not evolved enough to be called surnames.

Most knights can only call themselves "xxx from xxx".

In the folk myths that have been passed down from ancient times to the present day, most of the heroes do not have surnames passed down.

Only a very small number of people who have been influenced by Roman culture have surnames in the true sense.

For example: Altria Pendragon.

And Merlin Ambrosius.

Therefore, specifically asking for someone's surname is naturally an extremely high standard of etiquette.

If it weren't for the fishmonger Bridge who felt that the girl's outfit in front of him was indeed worthy of such an inquiry.

He would just think it was a joke.

"It seems that, without realizing it, I have invited someone so extraordinary?"

When he saw the plate armor these people were wearing, he felt something was wrong...

Bridge stammered, "So, what's your name?"

The fishmonger kept comforting himself: I am the one who pays. No matter who the people in front are, it is an indisputable fact that they are hired by him to deal with the monster.

"Mia, just call me Mia, this is Kai, and this is Altria."

"Oh, Miss Mia, Mr. Kai, Miss Altria, hello, hello."

"Yeah, okay, okay..."

Alright! If it gets any better, it will get worse!

Before the greetings became too outrageous, Altria got to the point.

"About your commission?"

"Oh, please follow me."

Wiping the sweat beads on his forehead in the cool spring breeze, Bridge decided to be careful with his words and actions.

"He must be a descendant of a noble family who has gone out to gain experience, or a great noble at that!"

Feeling uncomfortable, he led a few people into the fish market.

There are no memorial archways or door plaques, and the surrounding scene naturally transitions from residential areas to the market, with a large open space filled with densely packed small stalls of various kinds.

All kinds of fish are simply piled in boxes or on tables.

Fresh-keeping equipment that is common in later generations, even buckets and pools for water, did not exist.

Sorry, there were no food safety laws in the sixth century AD.

"Gu..."

The three of them held their breath at the same time.

Although the floor of the fish market is made of compacted gravel, the lingering fishy and humid smell still makes the gravel road slippery.

There seems to be some kind of moss growing on it?

There was also extremely thick dirt, and it was impossible to see the true color of the ground.

"Well, do you guys want to take a break..."

"No need!" Altria immediately refused.

It just smells fishy.

If you want to be a king, how can you not understand the lives of the people?

Altria's stubbornness came at just the right time.

Even in the afternoon, the crowds in the fish market showed no signs of dispersing.

In addition to the fact that the temperature in Britain is like spring all year round, even fresh fish can be preserved for a period of time.

There is also the issue of contemporary people's eating habits.

With one meal for lunch and one meal for dinner, most householders will choose to buy ingredients for tonight until tomorrow's noon in the afternoon.

So, actually, early morning is the time when there are the least people.

Bridge led a few people into a narrow shortcut that was used exclusively by vendors and had no customers.

They had not walked for long when the increasingly strong fishy smell and the smell of spoiled fish almost made the four of them pass out.

The fishmonger Bridge remained calm.

As he walked, he explained the situation to several people.

A few days ago, when his employees got up in the morning to check the warehouse, they found that some fish had been gnawed by something. They thought it was an animal like a wild cat, but the amount that had been gnawed was too much.

In order to recover the losses, Bridge arranged for people to keep watch, but that night, the worker on watch was seriously injured, and the situation got out of control afterwards.

So, there were other witnesses to the water ghost incident besides Bridge, and the water ghost also hurt people.

"It's right here." Bridge stopped in front of a warehouse: "This is the warehouse that was attacked by the water ghost."

The four of them looked around.

"Speaking of which," Mia came closer to Kai: "What exactly is a water ghost?"

Kai looked up at the top of the alley and answered, "It's a monster that was transformed from a drowned person... That's what people believe."

"What about the people besides the common people?"

"Merlin also told me the rest. Merlin said that water ghosts are also one of the fantasy species. In fact, they are a completely different creature from humans. Although many fantasy species avoid living with humans, there are also species that like to find convenience from human wisdom. Only in this field, I have to believe what he said." Kai replied helplessly.

"What does it look like?"

Kai shrugged. "I haven't seen it either. Merlin said that once you see it, you'll know what it is."

This warehouse is very close to the coast, and the sound of waves crashing in the strait can be heard from here.

"I should have asked Merlin to come over..." Kai also came over curiously, and naturally his face turned ferocious.

"Come in," Mia said to Bridge.

Several people have made preparations.

Faced with even more disgusting smells in the warehouse at any time.

Sure enough, as soon as I opened the door, the smell made me want to cry.

Fish waiting to be pickled were piled up haphazardly on half of the warehouse.

It is better not to go into details about the specific sanitary environment.

Flies were flying everywhere.

In the center of the warehouse, a sewer ditch slightly below the ground leads to the outside of the wall.

Judging from its size, it is more than enough for a person to crawl through.

"this is?"

"To the sewer into the sea," replied Bridge.

Altria took a closer look.

There were only dark red stains in the damp, smelly ditch.

Bridge explained quietly.

"If I had known, I would have brought Merlin here as well." Kai said in a muffled voice, pinching his nose.

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"There." Melina, who had been silent all the way, suddenly pointed to the edge of the sewer.

There are shallow scratches on the stone bricks over there.

"There are still fish..." Bridge reminded with great regret.

Most of the fish scattered on the ground had been eaten by some creature.

The intruder had obviously crawled out of the sewer, and it was definitely not a wild cat, but a larger and heavier beast like a lion or tiger.

Could it be the water ghost that Bridge mentioned?

The answer can only be known at night.

"Can the sewer be sealed?" Mia asked.

The look of pinching the nose is a bit funny.

Bridge shook his head helplessly: "It was sealed, but it was destroyed."

Mia nodded: "If the 'water ghost' really came from here, then I am sure I can seal this ditch."

"You mean, block it?" Bridge asked.

Mia replied: "No, to capture it."

Bridge was stunned. "Capture it?"

So that means that after it enters the warehouse, it needs to seal the entrance to the sewer?

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm sure, don't worry about it."

"...All right."

The other party looked very professional and confident. After hesitating for a moment, Bridge decided to shut up.

"We also need to find a hidden place," Kai suggested.

"This way," Bridge opened the warehouse and approached a door on the side of the street.