Chapter 683: sneak into

Cervantes, who was sitting on the mule, looked up at the towering city wall, and the shocking color of this'identity' bloomed in his eyes.
"An additional redneck came..."
He heard someone sneer, but he ignored it, because the sneer was the city guard.
I bought a mule car that was about to be scrapped in a small village, repaired it myself, and went to another village, where I bought a pile of fur, and then drove the mule car to Corton. .
It didn't take long for a few days to come to the gate of Corton.
Wearing a set of clothes that are not new or old, he knew at a glance that he had spent a lot of time in the wild. Cervantes looked up at the wall not far away, and the shock in his eyes had not disappeared.
Because of the identity problem, Cervantes did not suffer much trouble. The city guards looked down on him like a "humpster". After paying the entrance fee, he handed over a few copper coins with a look of disgrace, and he was gray in the scornful sight of several city guards. Entered Corton.
It's so easy...
Thinking like this, Cervantes couldn't help but look back at the city guards, but they stared back at them.
Not to mention in Wind City, even in other towns in the Principality, there will be no such slack city guards, and it is no wonder that it is infiltrated like a sieve.
With an inexplicable sense of superiority, Cervantes glanced at the street in front of him.
Unlike the Principality of Galewind, like most countries, Corton is still in chaos even in the city. The vehicles and pedestrians are arbitrarily walking on the road. There is no order at all. The black layer on the ground is black I don't know if it's mud or feces, or everything.
Because it is the main road into the city, there are not many people selling on both sides of the road, but looking at the backpacks and backs that people carry on their backs, they know that most of them are adventurers and businessmen.
Horse-drawn carriages and bull-drawn carriages come and go, and the cries of donkeys and mules are mixed in this hustle and bustle.
The main road is spacious. After all, it was once a holy city of wealth. However, due to the chaos and abnormality, it seems a bit narrow and crowded.
Cervantes was sitting in the mule car, driving the mule, his curious eyes kept turning around, as if he couldn't see enough at all.
After entering the city, the speed of the mule car'moving' slowed down a lot, but the people around them didn't care, and they seemed to be familiar with this situation.
This kind of road condition will not appear in the mourning wind prince at all. It is reasonable to say that they have long been open to study, but in addition to the mourning wind prince, Cervantes has not seen orderly traffic order in other places.
‘The work efficiency of these people is really low! While sarcasm in his heart, Cervantes admired the excitement here.
Now that he has infiltrated Gordon, he must be careful next.
At the city gate, although he didn’t see his wanted order, he thought about it, he had a big trouble in Corton, and abducted the goddess of wealth, so that the plans of the nobles of the Moore Commercial Federation failed. How much do they hate themselves?
If it weren’t for their identity as the Grand Duke of the Principality of the Winds, they would have issued a wanted order.
Driving a mule car slowly on the street, Cervantes was facing the hot sun and couldn't help but yawn. The hotels in this city seemed to be full all the time, and they went around for a long time. Did not find a hotel where he could stay.
The sound of people around him couldn't stop his sleepiness. Sure enough, the dragon shouldn't be active for a long time. He now wants to sleep well.
The narrowed eyes glanced around unconsciously, but people on the streets rubbed their shoulders, and even he couldn't observe much.
A little trouble...
Cervantes doesn't care that his identity can't reach the top of the Mohr Business Federation. If he can reach the top of the Mohr Business Federation, he will not use this identity!
He did not know whether there were people from the plague church at the top of the Moore Business Federation. If he had rashly contacted him, he would only reveal his identity.
He doesn't have half a strong ally here, although the Fortune Church and the Glorious Church will do their best to help him, but these two churches have no strong men stationed here, and they can't help him in combat...
Cervantes asked the people around him if there were any hotels nearby where he could live, and learned that only slums had places to live in.
Buzz~
With a keen sense of hearing, he noticed the dirty environment here as soon as he entered the lower city.
Black and green flies were flying on the dump on the street, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell. Cervantes turned off the smell for the first time, but he was still stimulated by his face. One black.
The street in front is distinct from the street behind it. Compared with the lively behind, the street in front is particularly deserted.
Mercenaries and adventurers stepped into this area without changing his face. Cervantes hesitated for a moment, and then drove the mule in, causing the big men on the street to laugh.
He glanced invisiblely at the few big men, and looked at their messy clothes. He knew it by holding a wine bottle in his hand.
One broke two fingers, one lost one hand, and one blinded one eye... Oh, as expected!
Seeing that two of them took out several copper coins and handed them to the others, Cervantes understood what they were laughing at.
With only a glance, he drove the mule to the depths of the street and casually found a hotel to stay.
Because he didn't want to cause trouble, he didn't find a hotel that didn't look as good as he used to walk in human society. He wanted to stay here for ten days and a half months this time!
After placing the mule, Cervantes sat at the front desk with an unnatural smile, pretending to pull out a few copper coins, and pretending to be bold and shouting: "Come on bottle of cider!"
"Puff..."
As soon as the words fell, there were a few chuckles beside him.
After hearing those laughs, Cervantes' face stiffened, his lips twitched, and a few whispers, and then his mouth was tightly closed~EbookFREE.me~ The hotel owner put a wooden cup on his face with a smile In front, "Your wine!"
Then I swept it, swept a few copper plates that were significantly higher than the value of cider into my pocket, and turned around and left.
Cervantes stared blankly at the innkeeper, picking up the cider bitterly and taking a sip.
‘It’s so bad! He frowned slightly and couldn't help sighing.
Seeing him as a rookie, the people around him couldn't help but gloating in joy, watching the newcomers deflate is one of their favorite entertainment activities.
As predecessors, of course they will not remind these newcomers, how should newcomers grow up if they always need to be reminded? So when seeing the newcomer frustrated, the seniors had better pretend to turn a blind eye... Pooh hahaha!
Hearing the harsh laughter of those people, Cervantes was stimulated to flush with red, clenched his fists, his head drooping but said nothing.
The innkeeper glanced at the people, shook his head with a smile, packed up the wine glasses and wooden plates left by others, and then came to Cervantes. "Okay young man, do you want to inquire?"
Cervantes shuddered and raised his head in surprise, his eyes full of gratitude.
"Uh, I, I..." He stuttered with excitement, unable to say a word.
Looking at him like this, the innkeeper smiled dumbly and comforted: "Relax young man, you have already paid."
After hearing the innkeeper's words, Cervantes took a few deep breaths before nodding and showing a silly smile.
"That..." He swallowed and scratched his head in embarrassment. "I want to know where there are furs..."
Listening to the laughter from his ears, Cervantes knew that his disguise was very successful this time.
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