Otherworld Starts With All Cooking Skills

Chapter 173

The carriage drove into Tiansang Town.

Dorn found a tavern called [Sweet Slime] to park the carriage, and booked a room to rest in the evening.

It is already evening, but it does not hinder the fun and sightseeing of the two of Dorn.

They plan to stroll around the tavern, appreciate the local customs, and buy local specialties such as mulberries and slimes.

Finally, I will find a good restaurant for dinner, and then go to the bathhouse to soak in the evening.

Perfect travel arrangement!

Tiansang Town is a large town that has existed for a long time, and the floor tiles on the road are mottled and thick, which is very old.

At the corner of the main road, although it is evening, the flow of people is not small.

There was a bard in an old gown, playing and singing against the wall.

This is a middle-aged man with a haggard face, and the stubble that has not been trimmed can be seen in his chin.

An old hat was placed upside down in front of the man, with only a few sparse copper nars inside.

Holding a seven strings in his arms, covered in old leather plucked instruments, pressed the strings with his left hand and plucked with his right, making a tactful and melancholy sound.

According to Vivian’s introduction, this is a poem, one of the instruments commonly used by bards.

This somewhat desolate troubadour first played a short prelude with a shiqin, and then began to play and sing with a few continuous notes.

Donne stood by and listened.

What the other party sang was about the love between the down-and-out knight and the pure shepherdess, and it was also mixed with the feelings of some wandering hometowns.

The lonely sunset shines on the mottled floor tiles.

The melancholic sound of the piano, combined with the gentle singing of the man’s vicissitudes of life, really smells like weeping.

Let those who hear the singing have a feeling of emptiness in their hearts.

After playing a song, Dorn and Vivian applauded.

“It feels like a person with a story.” Dorn thought in his heart, putting all the six bronze nars on his body into the opponent’s hat.

“Thank you for your generosity, sir.” The man nodded.

There were not many people who stopped to listen to him, and even less gave him money.

Don just nodded and said nothing.

There seem to be a lot of street artists like this kind of desolate in Tiansang Town.

They all came here after they went to Golden Oak City to pursue their artistic dreams with passion.

After listening to the street music, Dorn and the fairy Miss are ready to leave and go to a more lively place in Tiansang Town.

Just a few steps out, a slightly immature voice sounded from the side: “Good-hearted sir, can you reward some coppers? I haven’t eaten for several days.”

Dorn lowered his head slightly and saw a young beggar standing beside him.

He was a little boy with dirt marks all over his face. He wore a rag that could not cover his body completely, showing thin arms and thighs.

After entering Tiansang Town, Dorn was aware that apart from the down-and-out artists, there seemed to be an unusually high number of beggars here.

Donn did not rush to speak, but turned on [Eagle View] silently.

With the blessing of the visual Ascension of this skill, the surrounding colors have become denser.

Slightly looking around, Dorn noticed a stronger man in coarse cloth and trousers squatting in a corner not far away.

With the blessing of [Eagle Kankan], Don can keenly perceive that the man’s attention and gaze fall on his side from time to time.

“Similar to what I thought.” Dorn thought in his heart, and closed [Eagle View].

Earlier when the hyena was still at Eaton, Dorn had heard of such things from his little brothers–

In some of the larger towns, there are organizations that control beggars.

These forces are generally not too small, and there are many beggars under their control, and the beggars have to hand in the same amount of beggar income every day.

At the same time, the scope of each beggar’s begging is also stipulated. There will be an adult within the organization called “Snake Head” who is responsible for tracking and controlling a number of beggars within a certain range every day.

The strong man squatting in the corner is probably a snakehead.

Dorn looked at Vivian next to him again.

It was found that the fairy Miss was looking at the beggar with more sympathy.

“If you are hungry, eat this.”

Dorn took a small step to the side naturally, just blocking the sight of the snake’s head, and then took out a piece of dry bread and handed it to the beggar.

This dry bread was prepared dry food for Dorne and Vivienne during their journey, not a valuable thing, and Dorne and Vivienne were basically eating well along the way, and they basically didn’t consume much.

Qier looked at the dry bread Donne handed over very unexpectedly, and found that the position of the snake’s head had been blocked by the friendly looking gentleman in front of him.

Before he could thank him, he took the dry bread and gobbled it down.

When the beggar finishes eating the bread, and before he can say anything, there will be sudden changes in the street.

“Catch her! Don’t let that damn thief run away!” someone shouted.

Then came the sound of chasing, and the crowds on the street evaded to the side.

The beggar who had just finished eating the bread also seemed to be frightened, bowed a little to Dorn, and ran away to the side of the street.

“This Sweet Sang Town…isn’t it so peaceful?”

Dorn and Vivian stood on the side of the street without much movement, but they all looked towards the source of the riot.

On the other side of the long street, a 16 or 17-year-old girl with short hair ran up, holding a bulging cloth bag in her arms.

Behind her, six or seven big men followed aggressively.

“Don’t run!” the wicked man led continued to yell.

“Do you think I’m a fool? You told me not to run, I won’t run?”

The girl who was being chased was very dexterous, carrying that seemingly heavy cloth bag, dodging from left to right in the chase of six or seven men, it would seem difficult to be caught for a while.

At the same time, Dorn also noticed the snakehead who had been squatting in the corner, and rushed over, actively joining the group of people besieging the girl.

It seems that the snakehead is in the same group as those men.

The girl fled all the way and finally came to Donn.

Afterwards, Dorn noticed that the girl’s gaze was on own, and it seemed to stay for a few tenths of a second.

The two men looked at each other.

Dorn:…

It seems… not quite right?

I saw that the girl threw the swollen cloth bag in Dorn’s arms while shouting loudly: “Boss! I can’t hold on! There are too many of them, and these bad things will be handed over to you first! ”

After throwing away the cloth bag, the speed of the girl was faster, and she continued to rush forward.

Donn didn’t pick up the bag that the girl had thrown over, but turned his side slightly.

Crackling.

The cloth bag fell to Don’s feet.