Looking for one by one, time flows away quickly in the hurry.

The angle between sunlight and the ground gradually becomes vertical.

The salty and wet sea breeze blows, bringing fresh air.

Walking out of the tavern, Martin couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Doriani also took off the scarf covering her face and breathed in fresh air.

There is no way, what will be left where the alcoholics gather?

In addition to the spilled alcohol, there are also vomit with a odor...

Some diligent tavern owners would clean up the vomit at night and pour it into the ditch.

But the drain is right next to the street, and the vomit cannot be washed away when it rains.

Moreover, not every tavern owner is so diligent.

In short, most taverns always have an unbearable smell.

Staying one second longer is a huge challenge.

Especially for girls like Doriani, it is simply a nightmare.

In addition, all kinds of vomit can be seen everywhere on the street.

The experience this morning is really hard to describe in detail.

The two walked out of the last tavern on the street before they were ready to enter the next block.

The sound of the bells from the bell tower came from afar.

Before we knew it, it was already twelve o'clock noon.

They searched four blocks in one go, and there were nearly a hundred taverns they had found.

"Let's eat something first?"

Martin asked at the taciturn Doriani.

She nodded slightly.

It just smells bad, and it will not have any substantial impact on them who have experienced "mountains of corpses and blood".

At least it did not affect their appetite.

Lunch is very simple, maple puffs and steamed lobsters, but in the port area, this should be considered quite high-end food.

After Doriani finished eating, Martin drank another glass of maple molasses water and set out on the journey he was looking for.

...

Squeak!

Martin pushed open the half-closed oak door and walked into the tavern.

Several guests were having lunch in the hall, and the bartender was wiping cups behind the bar.

Martin glanced at the arrangement in the hall and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Without confirming with Doriani, he could see that this was not the tavern in the painting.

However, the process that should be followed still has to be followed.

Martin came to the bartender and asked the bartender who looked a little nervous, "Man, have you found any suspicious people these two days?"

The bartender is not very old, only about seventeen or eighteen years old, and obviously he has never seen any world.

Especially in such places, two characters in uniforms, such as Martin and Dorenia, suddenly appeared, which scared him directly.

He shook his head repeatedly and said, "No...no, sir."

Martin pulled out two portraits from his windbreaker, which were from Palo and Camille, and then asked: "Have you seen these two people? Look carefully!"

The bartender widened his eyes, looked carefully, and shook his head in awe again.

Like the dozens of conversations that had happened in the morning, Martin still had no information.

He turned around and was about to call Doriani to leave, and suddenly stopped.

Because he noticed that there was a man sitting in the corner of the tavern hall.

The light in the corner was not very good, but Martin recognized him at a glance.

Damila, the sailor entangled by hallucinations, had seen his archives last week.

Fry had already investigated and said that he had found no clues of extraordinary power.

Martin looked at him again and found that he had lost a lot of weight compared to the portraits in the archives and his eyes were a little darker.

He sat in dismay, with a few empty wine bottles on the table in front of him, his expression a little dull, as if he was thinking about something.

Shaking his head, Martin didn't intend to waste more time on such a person and walked out the door.

If there is no extraordinary power to intervene, it means that he has a problem himself, and I don’t know if it is mental illness or something else.

If it is a mental illness, Ms. Kassan may be able to treat it.

However, Martin obviously had no reason to cause trouble for Ms. Cassan.

Especially now, it is an extraordinary period, and Cassan is also very busy.

Following Martin's sight just now, Doriani also discovered Damila.

Vomit!

At this time, Damila suddenly covered her chest and started to retching directly to the side.

"Damilla! If you dare to vomit on the ground again, you have to clean it up!"

The bartender immediately noticed Damila's actions, stepped forward, and scolded dissatisfiedly.

Martin, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped, then frowned, and his eyes locked in Damila.

Because, he had just felt a flash of fluctuations in Damila.

The fluctuation of extraordinary power!

This fluctuation was very short, so short that Martin couldn't determine whether he had an illusion.

But this has enough reason to make him reexamine this guy.

vomit!

Damila looked very painful, and she seemed to want to vomit but couldn't.

“Is there any problem?”

Doriani, who was standing beside him, noticed Martin's movements and expressions, and couldn't help but ask.

Just now, she actually secretly observed Damila, but found nothing.

It was also from Doriani's reaction that Martin recognized a fact, and she did not notice such an abnormality.

Perhaps, my perception ability is unique...

Martin secretly guessed.

In a short while, Damila's expression became more and more painful, and her entire face was distorted.

His face turned red from the top of his head to the bottom of his neck, and he covered his throat with both hands, and occasionally coughed a few times, as if he wanted to spit out something.

He even stuffed his fingers into his mouth and snatched his throat.

But I couldn't take out anything at all, only waves of dry retching and violent coughing, as if I could cough out the lung lobes in the next moment.

Swish swish swish swish!

Everyone in the hall looked over with a look of surprise.

Looking at Damila like that, it seems that she may be able to breathe at any time.

The bartender seemed to be frightened, too.

He didn't care about continuing to scold him, so he quickly came out from behind the bar, ran to Damila, and kept slapping his back, wanting to help him spit out the things.

If someone dies in the store, it will be troublesome!

Just when Martin was worried about whether Damila would die suddenly, he vomited a ball of ping-pong-sized things.

It landed lightly on the ground and rolled twice.

Martin once again felt the fluctuation of extraordinary power!

He walked to Damila's table and found that what was on the ground... was a ball of hair!

The hairs are of different colors, including white and black, brown, gray and yellow.

Although it was spit out of Damila's mouth, it did not stick to saliva and looked very dry.

What do this guy likes to eat? How can he spit out a ball of hair?

Damila gasped in big mouthfuls, and her breathing had not yet calmed down for a while.
To be continued...