Socially anxious people transmigrate to another world; living in seclusion is too difficult.

Hearing the commotion, the soldiers outside the restaurant rushed in, and the people inside also ran outside. Seeing that the number of soldiers was increasing, if they didn't find a way to escape, they feared that they would never have a peaceful day in Nanwan City again.

After thinking it over, Su Yang pulled Lin Anlan to put on a hat, and with Su Yang leading the way, they rushed out of the restaurant. As soon as they stepped outside, Su Yang activated the fog element, and the two of them disappeared from the soldiers' sight as the fog spread.

Seeing that they had finally encountered someone who resembled a demon, only to have her escape, the soldiers found an artist who hastily sketched the likenesses of Lin Anlan and Su Yang. Fortunately, they couldn't remember them very clearly, and only the pair of horns on Lin Anlan's head were noticeable in the two portraits; the rest of the portraits didn't resemble her at all. The soldiers carried the portraits and searched the streets. Su Yang and Su Yang hid upstairs in the inn, watching the soldiers hurrying past below, and suddenly felt sweating profusely.

"I'm sorry, Su Yang, I've dragged you into this." Lin Anlan regretted her impulsiveness. If she had just gritted her teeth and persevered, she wouldn't be in this situation where she's wanted by the whole city.

"What are you talking about? I was going to make a move even if you hadn't. These people were obviously using this as an excuse to take advantage of you. Their intentions are despicable." Su Yang felt that Lin Anlan did the right thing. He had watched the soldier repeatedly cross the line and was about to make a move when Lin Anlan struck first.

"Then what do we do next?"

"Let's stay in this hotel for a couple of days. Once the search isn't so intense, we can disguise ourselves and go out to gather information."

"That's all we can do now."

For two days in a row, Su Yang and Lin Anlan stayed in the inn. When they needed to buy food, they would ask Die'er or Linglong to go out and buy it for them. So they were safe and sound. During this time, some soldiers came to search the inn, but Su Yang managed to evade them all with his disguise.

Enoch was overjoyed when he heard that they had found people with demonic characteristics on the first day and rewarded all his private soldiers. However, two days passed and there was still no news, which made him feel frustrated. South Bay City was so small, could these two people fly or disappear underground? Thinking of disappearing underground, Enoch seemed to have thought of something and quickly summoned the captain of his private soldiers, ordering, "Have you checked the sewers? Since we can't find them in the city, they are most likely hiding in the sewers. Quickly send people to check."

The poor private soldiers, because of a baseless remark by Enoch, all crawled into the stinking sewers to search for Su Yang and Lin Anlan.

On the other side, White and the garrison commander's men were already in place and immediately began the third round of collection of inexplicable taxes such as material tax and land defense tax. White's private soldiers and soldiers from the Duchy of Paison were divided into pairs and started from the main street, spreading out to collect taxes from each household and shop. When people saw the soldiers coming to collect taxes again, they were angry but dared not speak out. Forced by the soldiers' tyranny, they could only obediently pay the taxes. Some hot-blooded young men were unwilling to pay taxes and argued with the soldiers. They were beaten on the spot. After the beating, the valuables in the shops were counted and used to offset the tax. Such situations were not uncommon in South Bay City.

John, the young blacksmith, was in his master's blacksmith shop studying how to forge the "Grade A material" given to him by Lin Anlan into a bracelet when he heard a commotion outside the forge. Looking out, he saw soldiers collecting taxes had entered the shop and were demanding that his master pay taxes. The old blacksmith, being a craftsman, had little money. Seeing the soldiers' menacing approach, he hurriedly went to greet them with a forced smile, saying, "Welcome, gentlemen, to my humble shop. Please take whatever you like."

The two soldiers looked around, and one of them said disdainfully, "Old man, your shabby shop really doesn't have much of value. You've delayed our mission, can you afford to take the blame?"

"Yes, yes, yes, you're right, sir. There's really nothing of value in my shop, except for those bracelets which might be worth a few coins. If you don't mind, sir, you can take all those bracelets." The old blacksmith still had a smile on his face.

"You think you can fool me with these few broken bracelets? What a joke! Go, take us to the forging room." With that, he started walking towards the forging room.

The old blacksmith couldn't stop him no matter what he did, so he had to speak loudly so that John inside could prepare in advance: "Hey, gentlemen, my little shop's workshop is tiny, there's nothing of value here. Forget about valuables, there's just dust all over the place. Don't get your shoes dirty!"

The door to the forge was kicked open, and the two soldiers peered inside. Their eyes lit up at the sight of a superior material radiating an orange glow, so much so that they completely overlooked John, a living, breathing man. The old blacksmith, seeing that John hadn't put away the bracelet material, immediately covered his eyes, unable to look any longer.

John wasn't to blame; he was just a craftsman who knew nothing about these things and had never even been exposed to them. So when the old blacksmith loudly warned the soldiers not to enter the workshop, he didn't do anything.

"Brother, this is a good stuff! Taking it can be worth a lot of money, right?"

"Nonsense, with this, I don't think my brother and I will have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of our lives." After saying that, the two were about to make a move.

Seeing that the soldiers were about to take away the bracelet material entrusted to them by Lin Anlan, the old blacksmith was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. John finally realized that the two men wanted to take the material, so he immediately blocked the two soldiers and said loudly, "This thing was entrusted to us by someone else, you can't take it."

"Get out of my way." A soldier, seeing that John still dared to obstruct him, kicked him into a corner, then stepped forward to pick up the bracelet material and was about to put it in his pocket to leave when the old blacksmith quickly stepped forward to stop him, whispering in the soldier's ear, "Sir, please wait. This superior material is something I prepared for Lord White. I was just about to take it to Lord White in the coming days. I hope that you two sirs will put it down for the time being, for Lord White's sake."

The two soldiers were a group consisting of garrison soldiers and White's private soldiers. Upon hearing the old blacksmith's words, White's private soldiers were so frightened that they immediately put the materials on the table, while the garrison soldiers were unconcerned: "What are you afraid of?"

"Oh dear, you don't know this. As a garrison soldier, you're naturally not afraid, but I'm Viscount White's private soldier. If this thing really is something this old man promised to Viscount White, and we still try to steal it, then when the truth comes out, I won't survive. And you'll be the same; the garrison commander will skin you alive." Seeing that the garrison soldier didn't care at all, White's private soldier quickly shared the pros and cons with him, which finally made the garrison soldier give up his idea of ​​taking the materials.

"Old man, since you say you're handing it over to Viscount White, fine, we'll come back tomorrow morning and personally escort you to Viscount White's mansion to watch you hand over the items." The two soldiers finished speaking menacingly and left the blacksmith shop with a pile of items that were of some value.

Watching the shop be completely emptied, the old blacksmith sighed a few times, then returned to the forging room. Looking at John, who had fainted in the corner, and then at the glowing bracelet material on the table, he finally made a decision.