Half-elf Ranger - Chapter 484

“Who said before that there are more women in one year than I have seen in my whole life.” Thorne retracted his gaze towards the woman in red and joked to Gilt:

“Look at your pig brother just now. It’s like a male dog staring at a bitch, and being teased is like an unmanned first brother. I’m embarrassed for you.”

After Thorne finished speaking, he moved his chair deliberately and distanced himself from Giltra in disgust.

A burst of unbridled ridicule erupted from the young ladies and sisters watching the fun in the corner.

“I’m careless, I’m careless.” Gilt, who was blushing, smiled shyly: “I didn’t expect the other party to hide so deeply, and he is still a spell caster. How could I resist her psychological suggestion spell.”

“Cough cough cough…”

After he finished speaking, in order to hide his embarrassment, he filled his head and took a large gulp of beer. Because he drank too quickly, the foam was sprayed from his mouth, and he almost choked to death with a sip of wine.

Thorne was secretly glad to have distanced himself from him, otherwise he might spray himself.

“Do you know why the man in black came to you?” After a while, seeing Gilt finally returning to normal, he asked.

“Why?” Gilt wiped his mouth with his sleeve, remembering the unpleasantness that happened in “The Drunken Rose”, his face twitched, and he complained to Thorne:

“It’s not because of you. I have traveled to various places in the Corina Peninsula all the year round, and this kind of **** has never happened. Even if you encounter a robber, as long as you obediently take out the money, say a few words, 666, and give it to you. They sang a few yellow ditties, and it was over to cheer them up.

Oh yes, speaking of robbers, reminds me of an incident I had in Black Pearl Forest a year ago. Thanks to you, at that time I was robbed by several robber players and I was completely wiped out.

So in order to collect enough travel expenses, I sang under a sacred oak tree for tourists to rest, and a dark elf female player who happened to pass by generously rewarded me with 50 gold coins, she also said that she knew…”

“Don’t interrupt my question, let’s go back to the original topic.” Thorne reached out and tapped the table, and asked coldly to the less serious poet:

“Did you know? The reason why this man in black came to you was entirely your own fault, and you brought it on yourself. Do you know what it means to bring disaster out of your mouth?”

“I’m going! I’m doing it myself? I’m asking for it? And it’s out of my mouth?” Geert put down the beer mug that was about to bottom out, a little unhappy, he leaned forward and stretched his neck, and made three consecutive calls to Thorne ask.

“You two, please take your time.” At this time, a tavern clerk brought a large plate of roast lamb with eggs and onions and a plate of crayfish on the table.

Seeing the food coming, Thorne ignored Gilt, who seemed to be a **** off little girl, and immediately started to taste it with gusto.

For him, the most important thing right now is to fill his rumbling stomach first, and the rest temporarily.

“Dude! Bring me a bottle of elf specialty ‘Time is Longer’, and give me a honey-garlic boiled snail.” Seeing Thorne ignoring him, Gilt ordered two of the most expensive drinks and dishes in retaliation.

So the two of them ate in silence.

“On our way to Sunset Fishing Village.” After eating the roast lamb in his hand, Thorne picked up a crayfish, peeled the shrimp shell, and said to Gilt: “You didn’t report to the village chief Hader. my true identity.”

“So what?” Gilt filled the beer glass with dark purple mellow wine, brought his nose close, took a deep sniff like a puppy, stared at Thorne, and said stubbornly.

In fact, he had already vaguely guessed the problem, but he didn’t want to admit it himself.

“What?” Thorne gave him a cold look, and his eyes narrowed in fright, and then he continued:

“Then the head of the village who knew my identity introduced me to everyone in the village, so I was seen by people with a heart. The whole village knew about you, the greatest poet, the most famous artist, the most…”

“I said, brother, can we talk properly? I know you like to tell the truth the most, but I’ll be very embarrassed if you keep praising me like this.” Gilt looked at Thorne with a sad face, and suddenly felt this expectation The long-established wine has no taste.

“When are you still embarrassed?” Thorne glanced at him angrily, pulled off the shrimp head of the peeled crayfish in his hand, ate the plump and tender shrimp, and continued:

“Many people now know that I left Waterfall Town with you and came to Twin Towers Town. If they want to plot against me, they will naturally start with you.”

“Then do you know who you have provoked?” Gilt was worried in his heart. He really didn’t expect things to turn out like this.

“I’m not quite sure.” Thorne shook his head slightly and gave a contemplative look. “In these years, I have rarely left the Emerald Wilderness. How could I offend some messy people for no reason.”

He was telling the truth. He was also at a loss as to the man in black who threatened Gilt and tried to inquire about his whereabouts.

“Think about it again.” Gilt reminded him: “Half a month ago, you didn’t cut down two wizard assistants from Twin Towers, could it be the old wizard from the Tower of the Seven Sages? “

“Impossible.” Thorne denied immediately.

The Tower of the Seven Sages belongs to the Wizarding League, which follows the law of survival of the weak.

The old wizard in the tower has no reason to deal with a threat to help him clean up trying to steal the tower’s title, and he still has confidence in it.

“Hobgoblin? Mara believer?” Gilt said two more, he thought for a while and then shouted: “Damn it! Shouldn’t it be…”

As he spoke, he seemed to feel something was wrong, and then lowered his head and whispered to Thorne: “Could it be the lords of the Emerald Field?”

“It shouldn’t be.” Thorne’s action of peeling shrimp paused, and his tone was not sure. He thought about it and continued:

“Although I don’t know who this man in black was instructed, I can guess where this man in black came from.”

“Where?”

Gilt looked at Thorne, craned his neck like a curious baby, waiting for his answer.

Unfortunately, he found out that the other party deliberately sold a pass, and he did not intend to continue, but slowly and methodically peeled off the crayfish.

It can be seen from his elegant shrimp peeling action that this guy has been trained by a certain sorceress for two years. If it was normal, he would just pull off the head of the shrimp and eat it in one bite, how could he become so gentle.

After Thorne finished eating the last crayfish on the plate, he pondered for a while, met Gilt’s urgent gaze, and said slowly, “This man in black is from Deep Rock.”

Deep Rock?

Gilt, who heard the news, was stunned.

This is a glorious city located in the Silver Pine Plain, dubbed by their players: the paradise of the lay flat.

Because it is sheltered by a legendary paladin and a legendary archbishop, and it is also the holy place of Irmat, the **** of suffering in the turbulent year, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the holy city of the believers of the suffering god.

Because of this, this holy city has become a place where evil people have nowhere to hide, and it is difficult for anyone from any evil force to infiltrate Deep Rock City for development.

And the man in black who threatened him turned out to be from Deep Rock City, which is a bit unbelievable.

“Are you… sure?” Gilt’s eyes were full of suspicion.

“Almost.” Thorne nodded slightly and said, “The reason why I think so is mainly because when the man in black escaped through the portal, I saw the Silver Pine Plain appearing in the portal.”

“The Silverpine Plain is as big as the nomadic tribe of the Turami people, the new city built by the followers of the God of War, and the fortress of the Kingdom of Heskan. How can you be so sure that he is from Deeprock City.” With a calm ranger, he said his doubts again.

“It’s inconvenient to reveal this. In short, there is a high probability that he is from Deep Rock City.” Thorne pretended to smile mysteriously, and did not answer the poet’s question, in exchange for a blank look from the other party.

In fact, he was originally unable to determine where the other party came from. The reason why he knew this news was that the red-haired woman who molested Gilt secretly revealed to him just now.

At first he didn’t know why the woman named Ashanda would tell him this kind of information, because she was from the Harper League.

At the beginning, Lilia’s aunt, Assassin Irene and the wizard Alanis, two members of the harpist alliance from the southern kingdom, gave him a brooch symbolizing the harpist when they left the town of Falls.

And after this brooch recognizes the master, it will have a subtle connection with the members hidden in the dark, so as to facilitate the connection between peers.

After he heard the red-haired woman revealing the news to him, he went to test it with the idea of ​​giving it a try, but he didn’t expect that the two would actually sense it.

It can be seen that this red-haired woman should be a new member who was inserted by Alanis in recent years, and his brooch was also left with the other party’s magic mark.

Otherwise, even if the two face each other with the brooch, there will be no reaction.

After all, this organization is known for its tightness. They have a large number of safe houses and scouts, usually in the form of individual or small groups to carry out covert operations across the world, and are best at living in covert lifestyles in all corners of the world.

At that time, the other party gave him this brooch, and he originally resisted it, because he never thought of joining this kind of “nosy” organization.

Although he didn’t know why the wizard insisted on giving him the harpist’s token when he was reluctant. But for the time being, these righteous members of the Harper can still give him a lot.

At least, he can use the Harper’s intelligence network to help him search for hidden threats.

“Now, the man in black has returned to Deep Rock City, and you are not in any danger for the time being.” Looking at Gilt who was digging snail meat, Thorne thought seriously: “I plan to leave for Deep Rock City tomorrow. As for you, you See for yourself.”

“How can this be possible?” Gilt threw away the snail shell in his hand, and said with a slightly excited tone: “The man in black is gone, but who can be sure that there is no man in white, man in red, man in blue, when you leave, I always feel uneasy.”

“Then you stay here honestly, don’t go out and fool around. When you meet the caravan returning to the town of waterfalls, you go back with them.” Thorne looked at him with a look of fear and suggested to him.

“That’s the only way.” Gilt said depressedly, and out of the corner of his eyes he noticed a group of guards who walked in from the door of the tavern, and his expression changed slightly: “Don’t tell me, these people are targeting us. come.”

“This is just right. With the guards in Twin Towers Town to protect you, your safety factor will be much improved.”

Thorne naturally noticed a group of people who came here with bad intentions, and guessed that the purpose of these people coming here was probably because of the ‘Drunken Rose’ Hotel.

Now the town of Twin Towers is managed by the female player Alvi in ​​an orderly manner, and the laws to maintain order are also very strict. An unscrupulous person like him who destroys the hotel will be imprisoned in the dungeon for at least a month.

He thought about it for a while and explained to Gilt: “You belong to the legal residents of our waterfall town. As long as you don’t make a big mistake here, they don’t dare to do anything to you. Just stay here and let them treat you. Put it in the dungeon. When the time comes, someone will come to redeem you.”

“Don’t you know? I painted that bitch’s tapestry of Alvie before, and she has always held a grudge for it. When I passed by last time, I looked at her twice, and for no reason. Put me in a dungeon for half a month.”

Gilt hurriedly shook his head like a rattle: “I’m locked in again this time, maybe I’ll be tossed by this bitch? If you don’t die, you have to peel off the skin.”

“That’s what you deserve. Who told you to show it off in the tavern, it’s good not to kill you.” Thorne glared at him angrily, ignoring his complaints, turned around and left.