Chapter 145

Dragon and beauty tavern is the largest and most appropriate hotel in deepwater city. There are clean beds, comfortable service and the best public security environment, which is related to its unique location. Dragon and beauty are the pubs closest to the temple area. Occasionally, the paladins who patrol here will also come here for a drink.

Therefore, unlike most pubs full of drunken sailors, rude mercenaries, cash strapped adventurers and travelers, it is favored by businessmen from all over the world. They can safely talk about business here without being targeted by some bad things. Sometimes, small nobles and high-level adventurers will settle here.

Lem, the bartender here, looks very unkind. A scar almost tore off half of his face. These scars with obvious traces of acid magic indicate a soul stirring battle. When several extraordinary guests filed into the tavern, the knowledgeable old man just raised his eyes, bowed his head and continued to wipe the wine glass on his hand.

"Please take us to Moore's room! Give me some more beer, roast fish and local fruit..." a slim woman in a hood said to lime in a low voice. She hesitated and continued: "open two more rooms for us and prepare a bucket of hot water, thank you."

"Is it Moore, a fur merchant?" the old bartender stared at her for a moment with muddy eyes and said slowly.

"No, it's Moore, the spice merchant!" the hooded woman said definitely after a moment of meditation.

There is no very large forest near deepwater City, and there is no high-quality fur here. What kind of fur merchant will come here to do business? Businessmen who buy high-quality leather goods in Beidi will live nearby in the port area even if they pass Sham Shui City.

Moore, the spice dealer, had a very hidden room, but his vision was very broad. A faint shadow behind the hooded woman looked around and made a gesture to show that there was no difference. The party stepped into the somewhat narrow room.

This is a team of adventurers.

Yes, it is the existence that has found the mud board of fate, rescued the goddess wojin, obstructed the evil plan of the son of Barr, and eliminated the tyrannical God bane, which has a decisive impact on the history of Phelan continent. It is hidden behind the veil of historical mystery - a team of adventurers. They can always get all kinds of help for all kinds of reasons, and then do whatever is not strange.

Including but not limited to slaughtering gods, ascending gods, and rescuing a God from the devil monarch in the bottomless abyss

They are the natural enemies of the dragon clan, the nemesis of evil, the saboteurs of conspiracy, and of course, they are also weapons that can be used in the eyes of some people. In fact, whenever there is a fierce conflict of interest in an area, there will be such a team of lucky adventurers who accept some inexplicable entrustments and then get involved in a huge conspiracy.

Like... Now!

"The bloody hand is a very mysterious person. There is not much news about him, and most of them are sensational rumors." Moore is a little gloomy and doesn't like to talk. He doesn't look like a businessman, but like a wanderer. He doesn't seem to care about revealing this.

"But we know that he is a very terrible man with excellent swordsmanship. We only found a very small wound on the Skinner's body, penetrating the heart from his armpit."

"From the armpit? That's not easy!"

"It's not easy, especially after we found his weapon..."

The hooded woman began to be curious. She leaned forward slightly and whispered, "what surprised you so much?"

"It's a long and narrow leaf, two feet five inches long and two inches wide. It's a palm leaf with early morning dew. The etheric plane tells us that this thing pierced the heart of a 200 pound guy. The prophet said that the guy felt his new partner in his heart before he even had time to resist."

"It sounds like picking something at the roadside." the woman's voice is rare and dignified.

"That's not a good thing. The Skinner wailed for a long time. Every beat of his heart brought him untold pain. In fact, there was such a palm tree in the Skinner's home, and we found him below." Moore sipped the black tea in front of him and said nervously.

"But that doesn't prove anything? The Skinner doesn't sound like a good man's name." the woman shook her head.

"Yes, that's an asshole who likes to peel people's skin, but his bloody hand..." Multon said in a dry voice: "he is a person who can bring fear!"

"Not long ago, a professional asked for information for us. You have heard of his name. I watched him disappear into the air under the palm tree, and then I never saw him reappear. In the shadow, anywhere you can think of, the Wanderers who tried to go to the slum finally disappeared there."

"The shadow didn't protect them. In the past, the veil that covered their body shape has become a dagger against their throat. If I can, I'd rather not see those things anymore." Moore's eyes had some lingering fear.

"If you want to hire us, you should provide more detailed information," stressed the woman in the hood.

Moore spread his hand, buried his face deeply in it, and raised his head again after half a sound: "the best rogues can use the power of the shadow, they can jump in the shadow and lurk in the brightest light, and their daggers are as flexible as their fingers. But there, the shadow becomes the abyss that devours them, they hide silently and die low-key..."

"The man, like a ghost, came behind the most vigilant wanderers and took their lives in their hiding place. Someone died silently in the most remote and unexpected corner..."

"I've heard of it!" the woman giggled. "An old woman found a body in her kettle. For this reason, she had to smash the small kettle to take out the terrible thing."

"That's the best thief here. He can sneak through the smallest gap into the most heavily guarded fortress!" Moore's voice was a little angry.

"Sorry! I didn't know you were his friend." the woman stopped laughing and apologized, "we've heard a lot about such things here. Some of the bodies are in the trunk, some are underground, and more are hidden in some hidden corners. What did the prophet find? Didn't you hire a priest?"

"Prophecy has no valuable results. They are there, and then die, just as it happens naturally, just as the God of death cares for them..."

"OK! We've taken the task. But we can give it up at any time. This is my condition. We still need to talk about compensation..."

Sulfur, flame, ferocious ogres and goblins, twisted, shining, steel with heavy and harsh sound, sharp cone spikes and edges, and red steel spikes protruding from any unexpected angle and position.

This is not hell, but it's better than hell.

The underground space is becoming more and more extensive with the expansion of the dog headed people. The exquisite mechanical pillars make it as solid as gold. This is not something that the dog headed people with only 5 intelligence can do. They may be able to dig a stable cave, but they can never dig a real city underground. Only civilization can create such a miracle.

Mage, or priest.

Of course, it could be a goblin engineer.

These evil and chaotic little things, like mud, have created a miracle! Every day, tens of thousands of ice poisons with blue light are sent to the goblins' hands, and even become the currency circulating among them. No goblin can refuse this magical potion. They yearn for it, and their hearts are crazy shouting about it.

Let the devil addiction gradually dominate their consciousness. These feelings of desire are more firm and tenacious than faith, reproduction, survival, and even self, and even dominate the personality and self of these little things.

Day by day, there are more and more people who lose their self and chase the poison of ice like walking corpses. However, based on the huge base of goblins, the number of people who supplement easily makes up for this gap. There are more and more demon addicts who keep awake, and the number even exceeds the number of people who lose their heart.

Goblins injected with ice poison become more and more paranoid and crazy. Magic addiction tries to dominate their consciousness all the time, but also makes them more and more intelligent.

In the abyss under the deep water city, more than 5000 goblins built a huge underground building complex and built a large laboratory for Chen ang.