In the few words collected, you can vaguely see some of the current situation.

In recent times, in the streets of the old city, the small groups of Slots are now confused with the Slots, which are probably the ones who use their blue eyes as the peugeot spells. In this way, they sacked the warehouse street spell supplies warehouse, which is also the Slots sphere of influence. It seems that they are not only eyeing the items in the warehouse, but seeking further benefits in the battle with the Slots.

But what is the thing they "seek"?

Most of the information provided by Rebecca is basically of no value, and perhaps it is just something that some gangsters are not revealing. In fact, judging from the organizational level of these gangsters, the biggest possibility is that most gangsters have never considered conserving the information about these attackers.

Even if the groups that are not clear about their identity are their enemies, the residents who have been bullied by them are not their friends. Curt feels that they even intentionally or unintentionally want to use the rudeness of these dangerous newcomers to arouse the residents' uneasiness.

Compared with violent groups that can explode competitor strongholds in order to grab territory, no matter how bad the gangsters do, they can barely be considered relatively gentle. If they can only choose one of the two groups, most people will choose the Slots to stay.

In this way, the "blue eyes" who are called bastards by Slots are very strange.

From the time they first appeared, the group had almost been using the attack on the Slots' stronghold as its main mode of action. First, they attacked a Slots' stronghold without declaring it, and carried out a second attack before they could react, blasting a Slots' meeting place - this time, leaving behind something that looked like it.

But can such behavior really grab control of the streets in the hands of the Slots?

Not likely.

Expel the Slots through direct violent means or use some tricks to dismantle their organization, and then bring the neighborhood under its own rule. But now their actions are too simple and rough, and they have attracted the attention of the managers of Katris before they succeed.

The most fundamental problem - although they are not sure about their organizational situation, we can know that "Blue Eyes" is a group with a lot of magician resources. What is the need to compete with the gangsters who are almost at the bottom of the Slots social structure?

This city and its surrounding areas have at least tens of thousands, or even more than 100,000 Slot population. The "blue eyes" are just a new force that has only been exposed for more than one year. Even if they have a certain number of magicians, it is not a wise choice to fight against the entire Slot.

So what are they seeking?

Curt's intuition told him that whether it was to attack the gangsters, to grab territory with them, to attack warehouse streets, to rob warehouses of spell supplies... or more behaviors that he didn't know about, and everything "Blue Eyes" now is not the fundamental purpose of this organization.

The information Curt has in his hands about the group "Blue Eyes" is still far from being able to explain the purpose of those people. If he wants to get closer to the truth, he must collect more information.

After walking out of the mixed residence building where Rebecca's house was, Curt began to wander aimlessly in the crisscrossing lanes in the old city. He began to ask Rebecca about the Slots at about noon, but the time point was now stuck at a time when it was neither up nor down.

I originally wanted to choose a small restaurant to try an exotic cuisine, but after meals, I couldn't feel like eating. If I had to go back to Nanfeng Tavern to report the progress of the commission to my elder sister, it would be a little too early. Besides, with the current gains, it would be meaningless to go back to report.

He really didn't know what to do, so the bored Curt began to wander the surrounding alleys. He looked at the structure of the nearby streets, while thinking about the scattered information he had collected. This information was like fragments of a puzzle, and he was trying to assemble them.

Walking in the alleys of the old city, you can easily find a situation that is not easy to notice in most newly built residential areas - the style of the old city has changed. New immigrants from all over the world gather in their respective neighborhoods and transform the space according to their original culture.

The Imperial people who immigrated from the Empire for hundreds of years, as well as the descendants of the original residents of the land of Osatalia, are the main residents of Katris. From the upper residential areas to the chaotic alleys where civilians gather, they can be seen everywhere, and it is precisely the foundation of the city they have constructed.

In addition to them, the old city gradually increased the faces of many people who were difficult to see in the past. These new immigrants left their hometowns to come to the dominion for various reasons, hoping to usher in a new life. However, most of them were poor and could only live in mixed buildings or old apartments in the old city.

They gave up their past and came to the Dominion to find a new way of life. But what we welcomed them here was not a smooth new life. Even if they were poor, they still never gave up and tried to make themselves a better life through unremitting struggle.

This may be just a dream, but their actions are undoubtedly affecting Katris.

From the perspective of food, the cheese and fish sauce representing Wastan, Brooke's pickled products and spices have spread from the old city to every corner of Katris. Following closely behind are architectural styles and various decorations with different ethnic styles, etc.

These new residents left their handwriting in the corner of the canvas of Katris, and then slowly painted the marks to other places.

Even the Slots are no exception - not all immigrants from Slots are just hiding in underground forces or violent gangs. In addition to the gangsters on the streets, there are actually many ordinary people who abide by laws and regulations in various positions to make a living.

Just the shop where Curt passed by before, he saw a young man from Slots helping the store owner repair the broken iron sign. The boss and the young man had a happy conversation, and it was impossible to see that the group of Slots had caused many troubles to the lives of the residents.

If everyone can live in peace like this, Curt would probably have to be laid off. Even so, Curt hopes that the Slots who followed him can learn from the young man who was talking to the store owner about the news a few days ago. If there is anything, just say it directly.

Do these people really think they didn't notice their poor tracking skills... Curt couldn't help but complain.

When they walked from the Miscellaneous Building to the corner of the back street, several Slots followed them at a distance between them. After that, Curt had turned around these street corners, but they showed no sign of leaving. For this point, Curt felt that their patience was worthy of praise.

But letting them keep following like this is not a solution. Curt already plans to go to the management office. He lets these Slots follow him all the time, and he doesn't know if they will cause trouble. Instead of letting them think about themselves, it's better to let them use it to some use.

As soon as he thought of this, Curt accelerated his pace and turned to a secluded path nearby. He could clearly feel that the people following him were also speeding up. In the alley where there were few people, the footsteps of the people coming from behind seemed so vivid.

"You guys, Slots, have been following me for so long, and you should be tired." When the Slots behind Cott chased him into the alley, what awaited them was Curt with a friendly smile, "Do you want to sit down and have a drink and chat? Of course, I can treat you."

Although he is engaged in a profession of mercenaries, which often requires the use of force, Curt does not use violence to solve everything. For individuals who can communicate in words, Curt is still unwilling to resort to violence without saying a word, not to mention that the other party is an individual who also belongs to the human species.

But the other party may not necessarily have such an idea too - for example, it is now.

Although Curt had expressed his kindness, the Slots on the opposite side were all looking at him with a vigilant look. The one who led these Slots was the fat man he met before. He was holding a short knife in his hand, and the few people following him were also holding various weapons.

Mercenaries are allowed to possess weapons as armed units, but because they are mainly traveling around the city today, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Curt did not bring the weapons with him. Now he is unarmed and only wears a loose regular suit, which is no different from ordinary people.

"You guys are calm, I have no intention of being an enemy of you." Looking at the Slots who were already approaching with weapons, Curt tried to communicate with them again, "This is not a problem that must be solved by using violence, right? So..."

But soon he noticed that his efforts were futile and that the eyes of these gangsters were not right. Although the eyes of those who were immersed in violence were bloodthirsty, they were not too dull like them. The behavior of these gangsters seemed to be affected by some unnaturality.

"You bastard, don't talk too much!"

A thin man standing in front rushed towards him with a dagger in his hand. The dangerous swaying look made Curt worry that the knife would be cut on him before he could stab him.

"The protesters on the mainland who oppose the empire have begun to say that they are not cooperative without violence... But why do I think the current situation is that if I don't have to violence, you won't cooperate with me?"

Curt smiled bitterly and kicked away the thug who rushed over.
Chapter completed!