The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 1053

[Chapter 92]

Chapter 1024

Although more than a hundred years have passed, the layout of the city has completely changed.

However, Isaac can still barely find traces of the past… After all, this port city was originally where he was born.

Annan followed behind him, watching Isaac get into the alleys, both familiar and somewhat unfamiliar, while thinking and recalling, looking for long-gone memories.

“I still remember this place… This used to be a broken wall.”

When Isaac walked through the alley with Annan, he stretched out his hand and gestured in the middle of the alley: “It’s only about one meter high, and I don’t know what’s above. Why is there a dent? It’s like the mark of being smashed by a long-handled hammer.”

“Break the wall, but not completely?”

Annan asked jokingly: “So, it is very suitable for escape. Turn it over when you’re in a corner. If you’re lying in ambush under the corner, you might be able to kill a few.”

“Maybe that’s true.”

Isaac nodded instead.

He stretched out his hand to support the beautiful and neat white stone walls around him, with some nostalgia: “If I remember correctly, this place should have been the houses of residents. This wall is full of dirt, in addition to dry blood, there are Excrement. And the markings that thieves and pirates have drawn on the walls—in addition to conveying information, they are also used by undercover agents to exchange intelligence.

“And now, it’s a bakery.

The one next door turned into a shop selling shell products… What is it called, a souvenir shop?

”

Isaac hurried forward as he spoke.

He wasn’t looking for Annan to answer him.

It was just because everything around him had changed dramatically from the city Isaac had in his childhood.

Until then , Isaac realized one thing very clearly.

That is, since Isaac left the city…until he died and was reborn, he never came back.

Everything in the “Black Sail Town” in front of him is not the same as the “Red Sail Town” in his memory.

The people of the past are gone, the buildings are gone, even the name of the town has changed… Except that it is indeed the same place geographically, Isaac can’t even find traces of the old days.

Annan turned his attention to Isaac walking in front and stared at him intently.

And Isaac ignored Annan.

He just looked at everything around him… as if trying to dismantle the projections of the past.

But the more he tried to recall the past, the more pale his words became: “I still remember this place… ah,

yes, that’s right. This was not a square originally, it was originally blocked by two walls, forming an acute angle alley, A pile of rubbish is piled here. We call this the ‘stinking alley’. Those gangs will throw the bodies directly here, and they will smell very bad after they rot.

“I still remember here… Yes, in this alley, the original There lives a sick old man here.

The children in this street are very afraid of him. Some say he eats children, while others say he has life in his hands.

Others say he is an old killer who failed to assassinate wizards.

“But I’m not afraid of him, because I heard that he used to be an inventor, and then he became crazy because of something that I thought he might have offended someone, or maybe he was pretending to be crazy but anyway… Who knows. ”

Isaac spoke very fast.

And faster and faster.

His pupils trembled slightly, as if a little confused, but also a little flustered.

Excitement, nervousness, nostalgia, sadness, anxiety… The ever-changing intense emotions threw Isaac’s brain into chaos.

Even Isaac himself didn’t know what the surging emotions in his heart were.

In a sense, “Black Sail Town” is not much different from “Red Sail Town” more than a hundred years ago.

The fish market is still the same.

Gambling stalls are still doing business of human life.

Gangs of pirates, big and small, still run amok.

There are still so many people coming and going.

Some people became rich overnight, while others became penniless in an instant.

On the one hand, under the deterrence of the “supervisors” of the mounted police and gangs, everyone enjoys a relatively safe and stable life in the area under the sun… But when the night falls, it will become a chaotic and noisy place.

All this is unchanged from before.

But…

decrepit alleys become tidy, and dirty and dirty houses are torn down and rebuilt.

People don’t dress as shabby as they did more than a hundred years ago, there are no more children walking around on the streets pushing iron racks with all kinds of fish hanging, and there are no children who are controlled by gangs, begging or stealing.

At least on the bright side, “Black Sail Town” has indeed changed a lot.

However, it is completely different from the “Red Sail Town” in Isaac’s impression.

Isaac was suddenly silent.

Without saying a word, he carefully walked Annan around the streets and alleys of Heifan Town.

As if lost, he kept turning back and forth; and as if he had a clear goal, he was looking for something.

Suddenly, Isaac stopped.

Appearing in front of Annan was the middle-aged man who was dragged behind the horse after being beaten.

The man’s face was blurred with blood, and it was almost impossible to see his original appearance.

The grit was embedded in the flesh, and perhaps also in the bones.

He might be dead, or he might just be in a coma.

He was strapped to a street lamp with his head bowed.

And a little boy whose legs and ankles were loosely tied by a rope, and another little girl whose feet were also tied, were being picked up by a tall, thin man with a white mask with an exaggerated smile on his face. Take it with you from left to right.

The tall man reached out and put his hands on the shoulders of the two children.

Or it can be said that it is placed on their necks.

His hands were so large that it seemed as if he could easily break the necks of the two children.

His brown pupils seemed to be dried up blood.

And the two children did not cry or act hysterically.

The little girl just lowered her head and sobbed quietly, while the little boy stared at the middle-aged man who didn’t know if he was dead or not with a complex look mixed with sadness, resentment, and pain.

There was a circle of people around.

Surrounded by the innermost are men with relatively thin builds and relatively dark skin.

They were all wearing baggy jackets with lots of metal zippers, their hands behind their expressionless faces.

There are also a few men and women who are more than two meters tall and look very fat. UU reading www.sonicmtl.com is like hanging machine gun bullets, with a strange spiked board hanging on each shoulder.

And behind the tall men, there were some dealers who were quite good in figure, mysterious in temperament, and good-looking, regardless of gender.

Although Annan saw this scene for the first time.

But thanks to the “childhood” Isaac had told him earlier, he recognized it right away – this is what Isaac had previously called “the gambling stall.”

…but the owner of the gambling stall, hasn’t the whole family been killed?

“Are they still open?”

Annan exclaimed, “That’s really a century-old shop.”

“…No.”

Isaac said suddenly.

His voice was low: “We have passed by that gambling stall before… He has now been converted into a clinic.

“And here… here, a hundred years ago…

“…is my home.”

(End of this chapter)