Tallinn is a huge city, and it would take a day to walk down the streets.

Following the address, Su Mo came to the legendary slum area. It was almost difficult for a carriage to pass through the crowded streets. The houses looked like they might fall apart at any time. Huge cracks could be seen everywhere. He even saw a collapsed house.

Those who have a place to live are not even the poorest. Beside the trash can in the alley, a few beggars lie sickly on the ground. The only thing that protects them from the wind and rain is a broken wooden board.

This is winter, so it’s hard to say whether we can survive it.

A well-dressed person like Su Mo looked disharmonious everywhere he went to such a place. Some tramps even tried to snatch his clothes. After kicking a tramp away, he had to change his clothes.

Mr. Su went from being a cowboy in the west to picking up rags and directly became a beggar. Su Qier is online.

Under such attire, no one would covet his clothes anymore.

Well...no one covets his beauty.

Max lives in a slum area, next to a dilapidated church.

After confirming that the address was correct, Su Mo knocked on the door of this decent-looking room. This guy's house was still very shabby, but compared to those around him, it was already a mansion.

After knocking twice, there was a response from inside.

"Please come in!"

Su Mo changed his attire, walked in, put his hand on the brim of his hat and saluted.

Sitting in the room was a dark and thin old man with old glasses, rough skin, a somewhat gray beard, and his sparse hair was also gray. He watched Su Mo's outfit change, and there was no look of surprise in his eyes: "

Guest, how can I help you?"

"You didn't go out to do business today?"

"My youngest son helped me take on a lot of business, and it just rained heavily, so he didn't go out. Did you see my youngest son? He was just at the corner of the street. He asked people one by one, sir, do you need any shoes?

Sorry, my dad's craftsmanship is very good..."

"Mr. Max, I'm not here to repair shoes. My shoes are very new." Su Mo put the badge in the palm of his hand and showed it to the shoemaker.

The shoemaker took the badge and inspected it carefully. Finally, he stopped what he was doing, walked to the door, picked up a sign, hung it on the outside, and then locked the door from the inside.

"Sir Envoy, how are you, Lord Count?"

"I can't tell whether it's good or not, but it's as unpredictable as ever." Su Mo replied. Looking at the other party's expression, you knew that this special envoy was great. It seemed that he was really licking the dog to the end.

"I wonder what I want you to do when you come here?" The shoemaker stood next to Su Mo respectfully.

"My Lord, I hope you can show me Tallinn, a different Tallinn. In fact, I have been to Tallinn many times, and I don't know what kind of Tallinn I have never seen." Su Mo said with a smile.

Warm and friendly, just like a leader who goes to inspect local areas.

"Talin..." Max sighed.

He walked to the shoe cabinet and picked out two pairs of shoes. He took one pair for himself and gave one pair to Su Mo.

Su Mo didn't understand why he gave him a pair of shoes. They were a pair of leather shoes. The quality was very good, and the old shoemaker's skills were very good. There was almost no trace of repair.

Why should I wear someone else's shoes? Can he refuse?

"Is the size wrong? It shouldn't be. I have always been very accurate in this regard. I can tell what kind of shoes a person is wearing just by looking at his feet." A voice said behind Su Mo.

Su Mo turned around suddenly and stared at the person behind him warily.

The old shoemaker has disappeared, replaced by a burly middle-aged man, wearing the silver scale breastplate that mercenaries and subordinates like to wear most, which can provide good protection without hindering the flexibility of movement.

The door was still closed, as were the dilapidated windows, and he didn't hear anyone leaving.

So where did the old shoemaker go, and who is this person?

"Don't be surprised, you will understand when you put on these shoes." The servant pointed at Su Mo's shoes and said calmly.

Su Mo suddenly thought of a terrifying possibility.

The man in front of me is the old shoemaker. He seems to have transformed into another person in some way - if I am not mistaken, it is the function of the shoes.

Su Mo glanced at the other person who had replaced the shoes that originally belonged to the old shoemaker. He was no longer convinced that the old shoemaker he just saw was the other person's true face. Who knows what he looked like originally.

He tried to calm down and put the new shoes on his feet.

It seemed that he had become a little shorter, and his parallel line of sight had changed. Su Mo couldn't wait to walk in front of the full-length mirror - it was reasonable for a poor shoemaker to have an inexpensive full-length mirror in his home.

The man in the mirror has indeed become shorter. He is wearing Tallinn's most fashionable tuxedo gentleman's clothing, a black top hat with a round top, and a cane in his hand.

The man made a gesture of invitation very gracefully, in a completely upper-class manner.

Is this you?

"Just get used to it, Mr. Envoy, let's go. I am your follower. Now I want to take you to visit Tallinn. The badge on your chest belongs to the Moulton family. Although it has declined into disgrace, plus

Being with me is still enough to protect you from being robbed by homeless people."

"Okay, you're very thoughtful." Su Mo nodded, leaning on his cane and walking out of the shoemaker's house with unfamiliar steps.

Now he finally understands why Dracula said that this shoemaker is very useful - he can make people become whoever they put on his shoes. This skill is indeed incredible.

"Oh, Max, where is your little son? I didn't see the child on the street." Su Mo asked casually.

"He is already dead. He died under the wheels of the nobles. Sir, let's go. How about we start from the church?" Max's expression was dull, as if he was telling someone else's story.

"I'm sorry, really." Su Mo said.

The church was still a church, and there were still several priests inside, but it had long since lost its previous grandeur. After Su Mo entered, he discovered that it had become a hospital in a slum area.

There were straw mats on the ground, and young or old people were lying on them.

No one paid attention to Su Mo and the others, because as life came and went, everyone lost their curiosity.

"Nearly all of the workers here are factory workers. The solution they use is poisonous, so workers will be poisoned as long as they work for a year or two. Their lungs are basically rotten, and they can't be cured, not even the priest." Max pointed at

Said several patients who were still lingering.

"Since you know it's poisonous, why do you still do it?" Su Mo was speechless.

"Because I'm hungry. If I don't do it, I might starve to death tomorrow. If I do it, I can at least live for a few more days," Max said.

"They can go back to the countryside to farm." The wilds are not all places where monsters can be spawned. There are many pastures and farms, and farmland can be seen everywhere. What's the point of crowding them into the city?

"At one time, they almost had their own farmland and livestock, but they were all taken away by the nobles, so you saw all this."
Chapter completed!