Chapter 370: East Bay City

"I'm dying."

"what do I do."

"Damn it, I shouldn't have been seduced by that woman."

"But she is so beautiful and so pitiful, how can I bear to refuse her."

"Yes, the beautiful Daphne, no normal man can refuse such a woman."

"So, it's not my fault, absolutely not!"

The man huddled in the corner of the bed was talking to himself nervously, as if he didn't know that there was another person in the cell.

Xifa didn't waste any time, walked over to pull his face up, and saw a traditional Loenian face, this was a middle-aged man with many forehead tattoos, although he was quite haggard, Xifa still recognized him at a glance, he was The Spender I was looking for.

"what are you doing!"

Spender pushed Cifer away vigorously. Although he was so downcast that he was locked in a cell, there was still a kind of pride in his bones.

Xifa smiled: "I'm sorry, but I don't have time, I need to confirm as soon as possible."

"Confirm what?"

"Confirm that you are Mr. Spender." Sifa took two steps back, "So, Mr. Spender, do you want to leave here?"

Spender froze for a moment, then shook his head and said: "It can be seen that you are also a Loenian, which makes me feel very kind. So I want to remind you that this is Jedga Island, and it is impossible for a cleaner to got me out of here"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a red flame rising from Xifa's hand, and the flame turned into a crow as if by magic. This crow, made purely of flames, flew around the cell, making the temperature in the cell extremely hot.

"Extraordinary, are you an Extraordinary?"

Spender said excitedly: "I know you, I met one or two in my travels, and they all have mysterious and magical abilities."

"As you can see, I am an Extraordinary. Now you should believe that I can take you out of here, right?" Xifa stretched out his hand, and the fire crow landed on his hand, and turned into flames. into his palm.

Spender nodded desperately: "I believe, I believe!"

"Please take me away from this ghostly place as soon as possible. As long as I can return to Loen and Backlund, I can give you all my property!"

"Well, mostly, and I mean mostly. I have a wife and son, at least, let me keep a house."

Xifa shook his head and smiled, "I don't want your house, let alone your property, I just want one thing."

""Journey to the Great Sea"."

""Journey to the Great Sea", what is that, a novel?" Spender looked blank.

Xifa clenched his fists and coughed dryly: "It's a travelogue written by an adventurer named Varen, to be precise, it's a manuscript. Part of it is kept in the museum of Intis, and the other part is said to be written by you. collect."

Spender suddenly said: "Remember, Warren Singais, a man from the southern continent, I bought half of his manuscript when I was traveling in West Balam."

He said again in embarrassment: "But that manuscript is stored in my home in Backlund, so I'm afraid I can't give it to you right now. Maybe so, you rescue me first, and I'll have someone send that manuscript over? "

"Don't bother, let's go to Backlund now." Xifa smiled and took out a book from his clothes.

Traveler's Tale!

Spender thought he heard it wrong. This place is extremely far away from Loen Kingdom and Backlund. How could it be possible to go to the capital of all capitals now.

But Xifa took out the book, put a 5-pound gold pound at the entrance, walked over, opened the book and said, "Grab my hand."

Spender quickly did as he grabbed Sifer's arm and saw the cleaner put his hand on the page.

As Xifa poured spirituality into the "Traveler's History", his and Spender's figures blurred, and finally disappeared in this cell.

5 minutes passed quickly.

Marcian finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Yedgar did not show up during this time. He hurried to the cell, took out the key, and opened the cell door: "It's time."

The room was very quiet.

Markian saw the gold pound lying on the ground at a glance.

He quickly picked it up, and then found that there was no one in the single cell.

"How can this be!"

Markian sat down on the ground. At this moment, he remembered Sifa's advice to leave Jedgar, and quickly got up again, and quickly locked the cell.

He walked to the guard room, and said to a companion inside: "Mr. Spender needs to concentrate on creating, and he said that he doesn't need to bring him lunch. Besides, I have a headache and I need to see a doctor. You can take care of it for me."

The jailer inside nodded without doubting it.

Marcian walked away quickly, feeling in his pockets, where now lay twelve pounds.

A whole 12 pounds!

After being in a trance for a while, Spender came back to his senses and found himself in an alley, and from the exit, the sound of arguing could be faintly heard.

It sounded like two women were arguing, and they greeted each other in all kinds of obscene language. If it was before, Spender would feel disgusted and leave this kind of place as soon as possible.

But now, he felt kind, because the two ladies were using Loen's language, and they had Backlund's accent.

He recalled everything that happened just now, like a dream, wandering in that world higher than reality, but after a while, it seemed that he really returned to Backlund.

"Can I go out and have a look?" Spender asked carefully, and his tone unconsciously became respectful. Now, in his eyes, the cleaner Sifa has been associated with words such as mysterious and powerful.

"Of course." Sifer raised his hand, signaling Spender to go first.

The gentleman ran quickly and ran out of the alley. On the street outside, he saw two ladies arguing, saw a middle-aged man with a beard rushing by with a set of tools, and saw a street vendor not far away. Sell ​​food and drinks such as oyster soup, pan-fried meat and fish, ginger beer, etc.

Although Spender is not familiar with this place, he is not unfamiliar either. He has been here several times for some private affairs.

This is the East District of Backlund!

I'm back, I'm really back!

For a while, Spender choked with sobs and tears, but he did not forget to tap his chest four times clockwise.

Well, he is a believer of the goddess of the night. Xifa came over and patted the writer on the shoulder: "Now, are you planning to go home?"

Spender wiped away his tears and nodded desperately: "We can take a carriage, which will speed up a lot."

Suddenly he remembered something, and smiled awkwardly: "Damn, I don't have a copper penny on me."

Xifa pursed her lips and said slowly, "I have."