In this era, London, located on the banks of the Thames, did not have the prototype of an international metropolis of later generations, but it was already a prosperous place.

The population of London and surrounding areas exceeds 200,000.

Although its scale is not as large as Europe, it is already a big city.

The gloomy and dark clouds are like a portrayal of Europe in this era, covering the sky above the city of London forever.

The air was filled with a scent of chaos, and the eyes of the civilians along the way were dissipated, like walking corpses, without any vitality.

Every household has large doors and windows, and the continuous rain makes the roads along the way muddy.

Even if you enter the city, the same road is the same, no difference from outside the city.

The biggest business deal here is population, all along the way are civilians selling their children, wives... and themselves.

"Sir, please buy my wife..."

"Buy my child, my child only costs 100 cents..."

"Buy me...buy me, I can do anything."

These people knelt in the mud, selling everyone around them and themselves to every pedestrian passing by.

The streets and alleys are full of villains, robbers, and thieves. Not everyone here is evil. It is this wrong era that has created these villains, robbers and thieves.

However, these people did not dare to approach Zhao Yinlong's caravan. They stared at the civilians who sold their families. Once someone had money, they would attack those people.

Here, no one feels safe, everyone is anxious, and the companions are full of intrigue.

"I haven't been here for a year, and it's even more chaotic." Zhao Yinlong said with a frown: "When I came a year ago, there were at least some merchants and shops here, and there are no one at all."

"Is there an inn here?" Bai Chen asked.

They have been walking for more than ten days, so it is best to have a place to rest instead of sleeping in the car every day.

"There's... maybe."

The caravan stopped in front of a large manor. Bai Chen looked at the manor. Although it seemed that no one had cleaned it for a long time, from the arrangement here, you could vaguely feel that the owners here were very wealthy, at least they were once very wealthy.

“Is this an inn?”

"This is the Wallowed Manor, once the most beautiful manor in England, living with the Grand Duke of Wilson. However, after Wilson's death, his family began to decline. In order to make a living, they had to convert Wallowed Manor into the City Inn. However, you can see the environment here, and no one can live here at all."

"Is there no lord here?" Bai Chen asked in confusion.

"Twenty years ago, the four major dukes in England jointly advised the king, demanding to expel the Holy See's power in England, but the forces of the Holy See counterattacked. All the four major dukes failed and were sentenced to death. Under the oppression of Archbishop Bile Anderson, England no longer had a great duke, and Bile did not allow another appearance to appear that could threaten his nobles."

"Did the King of England leave it alone?"

"What can the king do? Without enough political skills, he didn't dare to say anything when the four great dukes were executed, let alone now."

"What a crazy guy."

"It is understandable that people do this for the sake of their own status."

"This is an excuse for the incompetent. If the Archbishop really has this ability, he can be the king himself and then govern the country well."

"How easy is it to govern a country? There is only one Martial Emperor in this world."

This manor is very large. Although many corners are covered with dust, there are still signs of walking.

Soon, two old men came out, one wearing an old aristocratic costume, but his face could not hide his vicissitudes and fatigue: "Boss Zhao."

"Mr. Wilson."

"What a distinguished guest, please come in."

"You are still operating this manor?"

"It's great... I finally hope you." The old nobleman looked happy: "How long will you stay here with your caravan this time?"

"I'm not sure yet, let's rent it for a month first. I'll have to book the entire manor, is that okay?"

"Okay, okay...of course there is no problem." Wilson couldn't hide his joy.

This is a big deal. Not to mention consigning the entire manor, even if there is a guest checking in, he can wake up laughing.

Only a great businessman from Wutang, like Zhao Yinlong, can take over the entire manor and live there for a month.

"This is two hundred taels of silver, Mr. Wilson."

It's really cheap. Bai Chen thought to himself that it took only 200 taels of silver to buy such a large manor, and it took only one month to buy it. If it were placed in Wutang, it would not be enough for a day.

Of course, Wilson was so happy that he was not as good as Wu Tang.

"Old butler, go and prepare a dinner for our distinguished guests."

"First prepare two best rooms and clean them up. In my team, there are very honorable guests." Zhao Yinlong said.

The most distinguished guest?

In Wilson's eyes, Zhao Yinlong is the most honorable guest.

But he actually claimed that there were more noble guests, and he couldn't help but mutter in his heart, who would it be?

But soon, Wilson discovered that everyone around him was surrounded by stars and moon-like surrounding the three children.

Two of them are Western faces, so they were directly excluded by Wilson.

Even if those two children were princes and princesses, it would be meaningless to Wilson.

But that boy from the east was different. His understatement looked as calm as a superior.

That's right, this boy is the very honorable guest who Zhao Yinlong said.

"I dare ask, what is this young master called?"

"You don't need to know." Bai Chen said calmly: "Just do what you should do."

Bai Chen's arrogant attitude not only did not make Wilson feel dissatisfied, but instead became more certain that the boy's identity was extremely noble.

"Mr. Wilson, you should go and prepare quickly, don't neglect this person." Zhao Yinlong urged.

"Don't call me for dinner, I need to rest." Bai Chen said.

"yes."

Bai Chen said to Zhao Shi again: "Without my order, you are not allowed to enter my room."

"Yes." Zhao Shi replied.

Bai Chen returned to the room and left the room quietly without rest.

Bai Chen appeared on the street, and soon someone set his sights on Bai Chen.

It is very dangerous for a fair and innocent boy to appear on the street alone.

Especially this boy is still dark-haired and dark-eyed, and almost all the villains on the street are eyeing Bai Chen.

In their eyes, the Han people were like white silver.

If they were Western children, they might not be so excited, but they are an Oriental.

So far, all the Han people they have seen are rich, but these Han people are full of thorns, which is really difficult to start.

But now it's different, this is a child!

While they were looking at Bai Chen, Bai Chen was also looking at them.

They thought Bai Chen was the prey, but in fact they were the prey.

Bai Chen's perception swept across every villain, and finally, Bai Chen found his prey.

Blood Cross, this is a very famous villain gang on this street.

After all, it takes some courage to dare to take such a name that is obviously disobeying the Holy See.

The Blood-colored Cross was able to stay on this street for several years, which shows that they were not so easy to deal with.

Of course, although their names are very grand, their actions are not so glorious.

They are just gangs of villains, at best, just gangsters, and that's all.

"Boss, that Han boy is coming towards us." Donilo's eyes shone, unable to hide his surprise.

Erikson bit his lip and he smelled the bloody smell on the boy, a very strong smell of blood.

That little boy is not an ordinary person! Who is he? He came for us?

Bai Chen entered the alley, and more than a dozen eyes in the alley were staring at Bai Chen.

Each villain took out a dagger, and some even pretended to be vicious and licked the dagger in their hands.

Erikson sat on the stairs deep in the alley, holding his chin with his hands, and a cold light shot out of his faint pupils, staring at Bai Chen.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Do you know Azpel or Suma? Or are you a lone wolf?" Bai Chen asked.

Erikson frowned: "Who are you? Why would you know them?"

"I asked you the first question, so you should answer my question first."

"I know them, but what does it have to do with you?"
To be continued...