When Barr came to Luna's Alchemy Cauldron again, he did not see Lulunaka. He only saw a middle-aged man with a big beard sitting at the counter, drinking tea and reading a book.
The middle-aged man was dressed plainly. Except for the beard that covered half of his face, his hair did not seem to have been trimmed. It was just casually tied up.
From the looks of it, this man was not suitable for business. He should be a scavenger.
However, this middle-aged man was now sitting at the counter, drinking tea and reading a book. Even when Barr came in, he did not respond. His eyes were fixed on the book in his hand.
Barr did not think this was the way to treat a guest. If he guessed correctly, this man should be Lulunaka's uncle.
He was not wrong. Only Lulunaka's "uncle" Pasta could spend time leisurely in the shop.
"Welcome to my shop."
It seemed that Pasta did not ignore Barr, nor did he not notice Barr's arrival. "If you need anything, it's best to look at the goods on the display stand and see which ones you like … Of course, if you encounter something you don't understand, it's best to ask me first. Otherwise, if something bad happens, the shop will be unlucky."
"When I first came here, a girl told me the same thing. I will pay attention to my safety."
Barr replied and looked at Pasta. "Then, you are Lulunaka's uncle, the manager of this shop."
"Although I'm called the manager, I'm actually just a shopkeeper."
Pasta replied. He did not look like a shopkeeper and a customer, but he did not care. Barr did not seem to care either. "Everything here is made by my lovely niece. I'm only responsible for doing what an adult should do … or rather, what an adult can do."
Barr expressed his understanding of Pasta's words.
No matter how strange and smart Lulunaka was, she was still a child after all. There were many things that she could not solve on her own. However, an adult with rich life experience like Pasta was very important.
Barr learned about the shop and Lulunaka and the other two from various sources.
They were three people from the north, an uncle with a nephew and a niece. Lulunaka seemed to be a genius alchemist, but her behavior was a little strange. The boy, Julius, whom Barr had never seen before, was not in the shop at all. He was probably a playful teenager. As for the last person, Pasta, who was also the oldest and sat here as the parent, he seemed to be a very strange person. Except that he looked a little cold and did not have the attitude that a businessman should have, there seemed to be nothing wrong with him.
"I thought I could see Lulunaka this year," Barr said, "Or rather, I'm here to invite Lulunaka to see my lady."
"If that's the case, as long as she doesn't have any objections, I won't have any objections."
Pasta said, "But she's not in the shop now. Before she left, she left a message. If you can find her, you can try. Otherwise, you'd better wait for the next day when she's at home."
At this point, Pasta put the teacup in his hand to his mouth and took a sip of the warm tea. "I'm sorry. She's a capricious and strange girl."
"Geniuses always have something different about them. I can understand that," Barr said. "My master can understand that too."
"That's great."
Pasta smiled. "It seems that the only thing I'm worried about won't happen. With her attitude, I'm always worried that she might anger the nobles and cause trouble."
"You care about your niece very much. She has a good uncle," Barr said.
"Thank you. But if I'm a competent uncle, I probably won't let her run around and cause trouble." Pasta didn't feel happy because of Barr's flattery.
Barr browsed around the things placed on the exhibition table. He hadn't been here for a while, and there were some new things on the table. They were very eye-catching and made people worry about whether they were safe enough.
"Mr. Pasta."
Barr suddenly said, "Although you're a merchant from the north, I always feel that I've seen your face somewhere before."
"For people from the King's Castle, people from the west and the north don't look any different."
Pasta replied, "Come to think of it, you look quite similar to an old friend of mine in the north."
"What a coincidence. You and I seem to have some fate," Barr said.
Pasta just smiled. "Yes, I can see a familiar face, although it's not the real person."
Barr stayed in the shop for a while. After buying a few new things, he planned to leave.
When he walked to the door of the shop, he suddenly turned back and asked Pasta, "Although I don't really plan to chase after Lulunaka … I'm a little curious. Where does that child usually go in this city?"
"If it's normal, I don't know. But this time, she left a message," Pasta replied, "If you want to find her, you have to go underground."
At this time, Lulunaka had indeed gone underground, just like what she left for Pasta and what Pasta said to Barr.
There were many rat tunnels in the King's Castle. The rat tunnel she was in was near the eastern strait, the rat tunnel at the edge of the city.
The rat tunnel she was in now was different from the one Julius often went to. It was close to the sea, and it was at the edge of the city. Not far away, there was a large port area, so the rat tunnel here had more humid and rotten air, and it had the smell of the sea.
This rat tunnel was also underground, but the main road was not very spacious. However, there were still many people.
There seemed to be countless pipes here, leading up, down, left, and right, in all directions.
The pipes that led to the top kept pouring down the city's sewage, and the pipes that led to the sea discharged the sewage into the sea or brought it deeper underground.
Because there were too many pipes made of stone bricks, and they were of different sizes, they formed a large number of spaces. Those pipes that were still discharging sewage naturally couldn't be moved around or lived in, but those that had been abandoned did indeed become a good place to live and do business. At least, it was a good place for the residents of Rat Path.
Lulunaka was now standing at the entrance of the rat tunnel that led to the sewer.
Every rat tunnel had a passage that led to deeper underground, and this rat tunnel was the same.
At the entrance of this rat tunnel, there was a vertical passage that led downwards. There was no place to walk, and it looked like a trap, not a passage.
There was a simple ladder at the edge. If one looked down, they would see that in the seemingly bottomless darkness, there were some wooden planks on the wall for people to step on.
At this seemingly dangerous entrance, there were also people guarding it.
There was no garbage piled up around this entrance, and it was a relatively narrow space. However, there were holes and pipes of different sizes above and around it. Other than the path that Lulunaka came from, the pipes and holes could not be used by people. Of course, there were some pipes that dwarves and gnomes could use, but they would not make trouble for themselves.
There was a man and a woman guarding the entrance. They were fully equipped, and they did not look like good people. It would be a joke to find such a pure existence in this rat tunnel.
When they saw Lulunaka, there was no change in their expressions. They did not sneer or sneer.
"Little brat, go home and read your adventure novels. It's not a joke down there."
The woman was wearing leather armor, but she did not seem to be wearing any clothes under the leather armor as she spoke to Lulunaka.
She carried a two-handed axe on her back, and there was an iron bracelet on her wrist. It could be used to defend against weapons at critical moments.
The other man was not dressed too differently, but there were several scars on his face. It looked like there were several worms wriggling on his face, and it was even more so when he spoke.
"Go home, little brat. In this place, a little girl like you is the most valuable thing."
The man's tone was very calm, but the meaning behind his words was that a young and pure girl like Lulunaka … or rather, her body, was a very eye-catching commodity in a place like the rat tunnel.
The man was right. Lulunaka was indeed watched by many eyes as she walked along the rat tunnel. It was as though they were evaluating a commodity.
Lulunaka was a girl who came here alone. There were no hot-blooded new adventurers, experienced mercenaries, or private guards around her. Naturally, she was exposed to the malicious gazes of the rat tunnel.
Lulunaka heard the man and woman's words and revealed a very interested smile. This made the two guards a little surprised. "How much can a girl like me be sold for?"