The goose feathers and heavy snow are falling one after another.

Three tall figures in black robes turned and left the central square, walking on the half-melted snowy street.

"How far is this from the North Side slums?"

Gordon suddenly asked.

"It's still about an hour away, what's the matter?"

Geralt turned to look at Gordon.

“It’s an hour away, just take a car!”

Gordon looked at his feet, then at the snowy and muddy ground, and said expressionlessly.

"All right..."

Geralt looked at the dirty riding boots on Gordon's feet and smiled.

Roads in cities and towns are generally paved with sand, gravel and hard soil. On such windy and snowy days, the snow melts and falls, which can easily cause the road to become muddy, making it obviously more difficult to walk than in the wild.

It's just that a few of them were often discriminated against in the south and didn't have the habit of riding horse-drawn carriages for a while.

When you go to the north, you no longer have such worries.

Before long, a carriage was approaching from a distance, and Gordon stretched out his hand to stop it.

There is no such thing as being spat on by the driver when you stop a train in the south.

The carriage stopped smoothly, a few people got on the carriage, and quickly headed towards the slums.

Half an hour later.

The carriage stopped at the entrance to the North District of Wellens Town, some distance away from the slums.

The coachman did not want to go near the slums, so the three Gordons had to get out of the car.

The only thing in this world that small towns and big cities have in common is the slums.

The same poverty, the same filth, the same chaos.

Putting on their wide black hoods, the three Gordons strode toward the slums.

Evil existences like necromancers.

It's not surprising to be able to sneak into the town, but it's very difficult to stay in a tavern with a lot of people.

Of course, if there are believers and someone to support you, it is another matter.

Otherwise, only chaotic and degenerate places like slums can accommodate them.

Now that I have no clues, I have no choice but to come to the slums and try.

The low, dense and messy huts, the paths with dirty water flowing across them, and the piles of garbage that can be seen randomly on the roadside are all covered by the white snow.

The three Gordons walked straight into the slums.

Soon, someone noticed these three strangers.

Not long after, a thin and short figure followed the three of them from a distance.

With the perception of the three Gordons, it was easy to spot the person following them.

When they entered an alley, the three of them suddenly accelerated, and the thin figure behind them immediately accelerated to follow them.

Gordon leaned against the exit of the alley, stretched out his hand and pinched the thin figure's neck like a chicken.

"Hehe, boy, you are so brave, how dare you follow us?"

Gordon pressed the thin boy against the wall and said with a sneer.

The boy in front of me is thin, with dark skin and a childish face. He seems to be young, but his eyes move very fast, and he is obviously a clever and ghostly kind.

"No, absolutely not!"

"You three, I just happened to be passing by. We live in that house. I was really just passing by here!"

The boy's eyes rolled around and he said quickly, and as he spoke, he pointed his hand not far behind the people.

The three Gordons turned their heads and saw a dilapidated cabin behind them.

"Gordon, this guy's eyes are moving around and he doesn't look like a good person. He is lying."

Xina suddenly said in a cold voice.

"Ahem...I know!"

Gordon coughed lightly, turned to look at the boy and pointed at the wooden house and continued: "You said you were passing by and staying there?"

The boy quickly said: "Yes!"

Gordon: "Well, if you can open the door of that house, I will believe you."

The boy rolled his eyes: "If I can open it, will you let me go?"

Gordon said coldly: "Of course!"

"Okay, let me go, I'll open the door right now..."

Soon, Gordon let go of the boy.

Sure enough, the boy reached out and took out a key from his body, and opened the door of the wooden house neatly.

At this moment, Gordon strode forward and grabbed the boy into the house like a chicken.

Geralt and Sheena walked in immediately.

"Pa..."

Gordon reached out and slapped three silver coins on the old table, and said in a deep voice: "Answer me a question, which satisfies me. I will pretend that what just happened never happened, and these three silver coins are also yours!"

"

The boy looked at the silver coins on the table and swallowed: "You won't lie to me, will you? You keep your word?"

Gordon grinned: "Of course!"

Ten minutes later.

Gordon, Geralt, Sheena and the others walked out of the wooden house, followed by the thin black boy.

"Here, follow me!"

"You are asking the right person when you ask me. There is nothing in the slums that I don't know about."

"A month ago, a somewhat mysterious person was brought here by that guy Anders."

"But I didn't see that Anders guy later. I heard that he got rich and has moved out of here."

The boy led the way, and while talking, he led the three Gordons deeper into the alleys of the slums.

"Where's that weird guy?"

Gordon asked. With his and Geralt's strength, he was not afraid of the boy leading him into any traps.

"I don't know that person. I just glanced at that person from a distance."

"I don't even dare to mess with Anders, so naturally I don't dare to get close to that person who even Anders is afraid of."

The boy shook his head and said.

"It's right in front!"

The boy walks very quickly.

Soon, he turned through a narrow alley, led by the boy.

In the sight of the three Gordons, a large number of wooden houses built in a trapezoidal shape appeared.

However, at this time, most wooden houses have their doors closed.

"That room, that room is Anders's house!"

The boy pointed to one of the larger wooden houses in front of him and said.

"You go ahead, I won't go in with you, otherwise Anders will come back and cause trouble for me in the future!"

The thin black boy said immediately.

"It's not up to you when you get here. Come in with us and I'll give you another silver coin. If you lie to me, you're doomed!"

"Two. Anders and his men are in the slums. I took a big risk..."

"make a deal!"

After some haggling, the boy quickly led the three Gordons to the door of the wooden house.

As the boy said, there was some dust on the door lock, and it had indeed been a while since the door had been opened.

Gordon stepped forward and was about to kick away, but was pulled back by the boy.

"Wait, don't kick, I can drive, I can drive..."

The boy spoke quickly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and quickly took out a wire-like thing from his body.

"Click..."

There was a crisp sound and the door lock was unlocked.

Gordon immediately opened the door and walked in.

As soon as he walked into the wooden house, Gordon immediately smelled a faint rancid smell.

Looking carefully at other things in the house, I soon discovered that there were a large number of fine and tiny wormholes on the tables, chairs, beds, and walls in the room, as if they had been collectively corroded.

Just then.

A head suddenly appeared on the small window above the house.
Chapter completed!