"stop!"

The old man stood under the lamppost, leaning on a crutch in his hand, and in the empty hand was a pipe, and there was a young girl holding a lot of bags in his hand.

As he said, Donald stopped moving and turned his gaze to the old man. The two of them felt almost instantly.

Donald curled the corners of his mouth, and the old man's face was a little more solemn.

He could actually meet other wizards here... Yes, the old man in front of him was a wizard. His mental power fluctuations that could not be concealed for a while because of the tragic situation of the young man could not deceive people. While Donald was sensing the other party, this effect was naturally mutual. The old man obviously also sensed Donald's situation.

"It seems that I'm lucky, find a place to talk?"

"Do you think we...some chatting?"

The smoke rising from the pipe was a little twisted when the old man spoke. His eyes looked at the young man on the ground. The garbage debris scattered in the open space between the two sides rotated in a circle, and the whirlwind rose flat.

"Don't get me wrong. I didn't do this. If I really count it, I saved his life before."

Donald didn't come to find someone to fight. This place is on the edge of the main road in Tallinn District. Even if you want to fight, you can't be in such a place.

"Nancy, go and help Wilder, tell me what happened."

The girl ran up to help the person, and Donald took a few steps back and did not stop him. He had found his goal, and the young man was useless to him.

Donald stood aside and watched the young man muttering beside the old man. During this time, the old man pinched his ear and turned it around twice. Seeing his grin, he couldn't bear to let go.

"I think you should understand the process of the matter. I did not mean anything. I came to him before, but I just felt that his legs were strange. I thought he was a strange disciple and wanted to ask a few questions. Now that you are there, I think you may know."

"What do you want to know?"

"I just arrived in Demingham recently. I don't know a lot of "common sense" about friends here. For example, the trading venue for people like us. The city where I lived before was easy to find, but Demingham is too large. Each of these islands is equivalent to a small town. I don't want to waste time, so I want to find someone who is more familiar with it to talk about it. It's limited to some information exchange. Of course, if you can tell me more, I can pay a certain amount of compensation."

Donald can accept spending money on intelligence, and what he wants to know is indeed common sense from the strange disciples.

"price?"

When it comes to rewards, the old man seems quite interested, so it is easy to deal with. As long as the other party is willing to continue talking, that is a good thing.

“1 gold pound.”

Since it is common sense, the offer is naturally impossible, and Donald does not want to be regarded as a stupid person with a lot of money by the other party.

"Add 1."

"make a deal!"

Donald can still take advantage of this amount of money for 2 gold pounds.

“Talk a little bit in a different place?”

"I can do it, as long as I'm too far from Tallinn. I'm not familiar with the roads nearby."

Donald doesn't care where he goes.

The old man stopped a car on the side of the road and asked the driver to drive to the southern edge of the city in Tallinn District.

The Tallinn District is on the sea, and the outermost circle is a passage surrounding the city. In order to prevent accidents, most of the edges are fenced, and many buffered flower beds and tables and chairs for pedestrians to rest.

Except for the port and marina on all sides.

The two of them stayed at the bridgehead, and their eyes crossed hundreds of meters of the sea. Donald could see that there was a large area of ​​darkness on the other side of the bridge, with occasional dim lights, which was much worse than the night in Tallinn.

That's a civilian area.

"Nancy, Wilder, you guys go home first. I have something to talk to this gentleman."

The old man's words mean that they live in civilian areas and stare at the sea. Donald, who is watching the sea, noticed that as a wizard, no matter what, there should be no problem in living in Tallinn or Xialinn, which is in a better environment.

So you live in a civilian area?

"Are you back by yourself later? Why don't you let Nancy be here to accompany you."

Wilder was very worried about the old man. Indeed, the old man looked gray-haired on the surface, and the wrinkles on his face and bags on his eyes proved that he was old. An old man of this age accidentally fell down when he walked at night, but something big happened.

Wilder's worries were naturally unnecessary, but what made Donald curious was not the young man with a bad attitude who cared about the old man, but the girl next to him whose hair was hanging down on his forehead to cover his eyes, Nancy.

As a young man, Wilder actually asked her to stay and take care of the elderly in his words, which proved that he believed in Nancy's ability and believed that she could take care of the elderly better than himself.

The girl was carrying a few bulging bags in one hand. Donald glanced at the inside of it filled with meat, vegetables, and a whole bag of potatoes, which was not light, but her other hand was still holding a piece of black chocolate and kept stuffing it into her mouth, looking very relaxed.

"Obe obedient, go back!"

The old man looked at Donald in a covertly and aggravated his tone. Wilder stopped talking, and Nancy turned around and left. She was more obedient than Wilder.

When Wilder and Nancy left on the bridge, the old man found a chair next to him and sat down. Donald didn't move, but turned his back to lean against the railings by the sea, listening to the sound of the sea water and the rock wall behind him.

"Where is the trading market in Demingham? I mean the market where we trade."

“Marine market.”

"What's the meaning?"

A large number of strangers driving ships to trade at sea were seen in Donald's mind. No matter how they thought, it was a little wrong, which was too inconvenient.

"The Osweaver Sea will have high tides and low tides every day, and there will be two highest tides and two lowest tides a week. In the Tallinn District and two northern ports facing the sea in the north of Xialin District, there is a small island in the sea. Normally, it is hidden in the sea. However, at two low tides on Wednesday and Friday, it will float for 5 hours. The time is usually 0 o'clock at night to 5 o'clock the next day. This period is the trading time of the Demingham disciples. In the early mornings of Wednesday and Friday, some ships will be parked in the two ports I mentioned, and the participation fee will be paid. It was 3 shillings before the New Year. I don't know now. They will be responsible for taking people to the island."

Speaking of this, the old man stopped talking and gave Donald, an outsider, time to digest the information.

"Aren't you afraid of being discovered in this kind of trading market? After all, there are so many people who make a living at sea in Demingham, and you can get to a normal boat with 3 nautical miles, right?"

"The government has long divided that sea area into a government private area, and it is usually prohibited from entering any ship. Once violations are found, the fine is said to be at least 1 gold pound. In fact, among the managers of this sea market, the Demingham government, who provide protection umbrellas for the normal transactions and exchanges of the aliens. As a reward, they will collect a considerable portion of the profits from the sea market every year. This is not a small amount. You should know that although the annual transaction volume of the sea market is far less than the taxes of a city, considering that the government has paid only a decree and organizes several ships to cruise the sea every day, they can draw thousands or even tens of thousands of gold pounds from it every month... This has to be said to be a big profit."

The old man has lived in Demingham for many years and knows very much about the situation of the sea market. Donald silently remembers it in his heart. Today is Tuesday, which means there will be a sea market in the early morning of the day, so it is necessary to go over and take a look.

Beep ~ Beep ~

A loud whistle sound came from the sea in the distance. Donald turned his head and looked at it. Under the night, a huge ship was sailing on the sea. Due to the distance, even if the night was good tonight, Donald saw only a blurry outline.

"There is another question. I heard that in the Free Zone of Faith, the government has established a special department for the alien disciples. Is this true?"

"Of course, there are special departments of major orthodox churches in other areas, but the government cannot control it. Demingham is all managed by the government. Ordinary civilians have police stations, and the aliens are managed by the aliens. You can just treat it as a special department of the government. It is not like the local special department of the church. It belongs directly to the government like the police station. You are an outsider... If your identity is exposed in the future, you may need to go to the aliens to register and test it in various aspects. This is what most aliens have to experience. If your strength reaches the power level... it may be more troublesome. A power level wizard can do too many things."

The destructive power of wizards at power level is higher than that of ordinary wizards at power level. This is also the reason why the government and major churches today oppress the profession of wizards so much.

"How can I join the special meter?"

"You want to join the AMD... I should have thought of it long ago. In the spring and autumn of each year, that is, March and September, the AMD will recruit people from the outside and register independently. The location is at the sea market. Just pay attention to the Demingham Daily. Whenever you recruit people, there will be a government recruitment message in the lower right corner of the newspaper. There is no contact information or recruitment information in the registration location."

The old man did not have much surprise expression. The strange disciple who entered the strange meter was equivalent to having an official identity. Not only did he not have to hide everywhere and worry about being discovered, he could also enjoy all aspects of the government's welfare benefits.
Chapter completed!