Chapter 173 Return Home Bar

After leaving, Camus stayed in a nearby hotel for one night. The next morning, he stopped a carriage and headed to the port area.

The complex noise and shouting came from outside the carriage. The port was always busy in the morning light. The air of the port was filled with a strong fishy smell. All the fresh seafood in the entire Kadic City came from here. The longer the seafood was stored, the worse the quality. Therefore, merchants would send the seafood caught last night to the trading market in Kadic City in the morning.

"Hairtail... Hairtail"

"Black tuna, black tuna, delicious black tuna." The loud shouting surrounded the sky above the port. Camus gently pulled open the white curtains and spoke to the driver.

"Let's stop here. I want to go down for a walk." Camus's low voice echoed in the driver's ears. The driver looked at the crowded flow of people and the complicated traffic situation and chuckled.

"Sir, maybe your choice is right. The traffic here is very congested. After you get off the carriage, keep walking forward. Turn left at a cigarette shop and you will see the Home of Return." The driver jumped off the carriage quickly, opened the door for Camus, and reminded him in a friendly way.

"Well, thank you." Camus bent his body and walked out of the carriage. The dazzling sunlight made him squint his eyes. After adapting, he found that the flow of people here was extremely congested. Because of the special environment of the carriage, he could only see the environment on both sides and did not pay attention to the road conditions in front. He wanted to get off just to walk around. This complex and lively environment made him think of the earth and home.

After paying 1 copper and 10 black coins, Camus pulled his hat and blended into the crowd. The driver behind him looked at his departing figure and muttered to himself, "I forgot to remind this gentleman to be careful of the thieves here. He looks like a respectable gentleman. The thieves here like such targets the most."

At this time, Camus had already blended into the crowd. The flow of people here was extremely complicated. There were maids wearing black and white servant skirts buying seafood, porters wearing felt hats and dark skin, gentlemen and businessmen wearing suits with noble faces, and ordinary citizens with numb faces and dull skin.

Looking at the people coming and going, Camus gathered his clothes, looked up to determine the direction, and walked in the direction indicated by the driver.

"Bang..." Just as Camus was looking in the distance, a pale rabbit woman wearing brown linen bumped into Camus. The bamboo basket in her hand fell instantly, and some radishes and black oatmeal bread rolled on the ground. The crowd looked over instantly.

"I'm sorry, sir. I was distracted. Are you okay?" The middle-aged woman saw that she had hit someone, and her face became even paler, as pale as white paper, extremely pale, like a person who had lost too much blood and was malnourished.

"It's okay... Are you okay?" Camus bent down to pick up the fallen items, handed them to the woman with a gentle face, and prayed for her softly.

"May the sun god bless you."

"Well... Thank you." A little blush appeared on the pale face of the middle-aged woman, a barely visible blush, and she quickly took the bamboo basket and blended into the crowd.

Camus frowned, and it did look like she had lost too much blood. At this time, the flow of people came again. Camus put aside his thoughts, avoided several sharp-handed "hospitable gentlemen", and found his destination, a bar with a large standing area, no... In a sense, it was more like a venue.

I saw a semicircular building in front of me. It was made of gray-white rocks. There was no landmark outside except a bare sign. The huge yellow sign had the words "Home of Return" written on it, which was my destination.

Camus looked at the sign, pulled up his top hat and pushed open the wooden door of the tavern.

"Squeak..." As the tavern was pushed open, a complex smell of wine, sweat, and food filled Camus' nose, and the heat that made his skin expand made Camus' body warm up instantly.

"Hit him... Hanm"

"Oh... you are such a coward... Docry." The interior of the tavern was extremely wide. There was a wooden ring in the middle, on which two tall bear men and purebred humans were fighting fiercely. Around the stage were groups of hysterical guests with red faces and thick necks, and dirty words came out of their mouths from time to time. In short, the atmosphere of the tavern was unprecedentedly strong.

Camus glanced around and walked towards the bar of the tavern. There was a well-dressed and graceful bartender inside. Camus moved his mind and walked over. According to Su Lan's words, there was an exchange here, so the servants here must know something, so it's better to get straight to the point.

"I need something special." The young man who was mixing drinks heard a low and secretive voice. He gently put down the wine glass and turned his eyes to the source of the voice. This was a gentleman wearing a black suit, a top hat, and dark glasses. This person was Camus.

"A glass of top-quality oatmeal." The bartender saw that he was not an acquaintance, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, looking at Camus quietly.

"Two cups, one for you and one for me, how much?" Camus raised his head slightly. Although he didn't like drinking, it didn't matter if he made an exception occasionally, so he spoke with a relaxed expression.

"2 silver coins, the answer you want is behind that black cloth, I hope you get it." As he said that, he turned around and picked up a wooden jar, pried open the lid with a knife in front of him, handed it to Camus, and pointed in a direction with his finger.

Camus smelled the rich aroma of beer in the cup, gently picked it up and took a sip, and found that the beer was mellow and full of fragrance, so he nodded with satisfaction.

"Thank you for your guidance. I'll go first." Camus took out two silver coins from his arms and threw them on the table. The silver coins bounced gently on the mahogany cabinet, making a pleasant sound.

The servant casually took the silver coins into the cabinet below, looked at the direction Camus left, and spoke softly.

"It's not a good habit to come to the tavern without drinking."

Camus had already walked in the direction indicated by the bartender. The stimulation of alcohol and the warm air made his face slightly red. As the curtain was lifted, an empty area appeared in Camus's sight. In addition to a few sofas, there were only two people in black suits. They saw Camus and spoke calmly.

"Intelligence, materials, slaves?"

Camus raised his head slightly, "Materials", after saying this, he pondered secretly, is there still human trafficking here?

The black suit heard it and walked over from that side, pointed to a deep passage, and spoke to Camus.

"After entering, keep going inside. There will be a door at the end. He will guide you."

After hearing this, Camus followed him, pushed open the black curtain and saw inside, and stepped in easily.

This is a dark corridor. On both sides of the corridor are rooms and several gas lamps. Camus glanced around. The moon elf's talent allowed him to clearly see that there were dark red wooden doors on both sides, and irregular room numbers were clearly written on the doors.

"1-1, 2-17, 3-4", Camus said these room numbers softly, and walked to the end thoughtfully. At the end of the room was a dark red wooden door. Camus' heart was calm. After walking around, he secretly complained, is this the road to hell? This depressing atmosphere, heavy air, dark lights, and dark red wooden doors, no matter how you look at it, it is the road to hell.