Chapter 148

On the surface, they are ordinary adventurers. In fact, they are an adventure team composed of good forces coordinated by the Harper alliance. They are very distressed. This is certainly not because of the entrustment of the so-called spice merchant Moore. They have always regarded it as a joke. The sanlinta meeting behind Moore and the harpist are mortal enemies. The only reason why they can restrain themselves from stabbing him when they meet is the harpist's consistent low-key style.

The reason for their distress is still Chen ang! The mission target seems to have disappeared. For quite a long time, they can no longer hear the slightest bit of news about the target.

Just like he disappeared in this world!

The changes in the slums are getting faster and faster. The harpist lists a long list. The lingering smell of blood is by no means ineffective. Skinners, butchers and blood eyes, these humble and troublesome figures, even harpists, will find it difficult. Not because there are big people, but the complex forces behind them.

These people who act as brokers, stewards, low-level priests, and those big people in deepwater city who control the middle class at the bottom may not have very strong strength and influence, but they are troublesome enough because they are part of the urban order!

The captain of the adventure team, Elvin half, looked at the 11 inch list in his hand. His face was ugly. Behind the names on it were residue bodies such as skinners and butchers.

Lim, the bartender, casually wiped the pottery cup on his hand, but his eyes did not leave the door of the tavern for a moment. His thick knuckles moved inch by inch on the rough pottery cup, and the tight muscles under the linen clothes relaxed. There was no doubt that his hands could break the neck of a 12 foot ogre in the next moment.

"The harpist doesn't have to work hard on him!" Lyme knew his work in detail. "The whole city knows that he can't live until midsummer night. No one can get out of the city alive after offending so many people!"

Although he said it very easily, Irwin's expression never relaxed for a moment, but stared thoughtfully at the table, "Harper's principle: you can't participate, but you can't understand! We have to determine his position to determine our attitude. Harper has his own principle!"

"Yes, no trial unless it is a crime! I can recite it with my eyes closed."

"If it's not a crime, don't try. The Harper's action comes not from interests, but from our position and principle, so the attitude and position of the goal are very important to us, because that determines our position and behavior." Irwin looked very serious, "About the bloody hand, you provide too little information. There is no origin, no identity, no occupation and camp. He is like a ghost out of thin air. No one will have no past!"

"But he countered the prophecy!" Lyme complained, "God and Magic have been tried! The caster has not been able to get rid of those damn illusions, and the mages of the prophecy school have refused to test the spell again. The only thing they can be sure of is that the other party is like going home in the etheric plane, 'like a fish in water'

"Illusion?" asked Irwin, puzzled.

"Yes, anyone who tries to spy on his destiny will be troubled by the etheric plane. Their vision will be fixed in a shallow form of the etheric plane and deprived of their perception of the material plane. Over time, their intelligence will be seriously damaged! A mage even fell in love with the alien creature he called, a ooze monster named Shaye!"

"Ancient eyes! Ooze monster?" Irwin showed an unacceptable expression.

Lyme nodded with shame: "it is said that his etheric vision is very close to the senses of the ooze monster. As a result, he learned to communicate with the ooze monster and gained his own love. You know, in the ooze monster, it's a beauty!"

"His mentor..." before Irwin finished, he was interrupted by Lyme.

"This is not a bad thing for his tutor! A curse with research value is much more important than an apprentice. What's more, he hasn't lost that apprentice. There are more strange people in the mage. What if there are more?"

"You can ask the priest to 'remove the curse'!" Elvin didn't want to say more about the ooze monster, which would only make her spine numb.

Lyme shook his head regretfully. "It's useless! Strictly speaking, it's not a curse. Their vision is not an illusion created by negative energy, but a reality at another level of the world. This reality is hard to shake. It's more like the essence of the soul contaminated with the etheric plane. It's essentially similar to the cost of prophecy magic, which can't be lifted by divine magic."

"And I've heard that the ooze monster is great!" lime smiled frankly. "He seems to like it!"

Doh! With a soft noise, LEM looked sideways, put the arrow close to his scalp into the solid wood, and wisely closed his mouth. He spread his hand to the Ranger girl opposite him and motioned to shut up.

"Jessica LEM has no malice!" Elvin taught a few words helplessly.

The Ranger girl didn't appreciate it. She came forward and pulled out the arrow on the wood. It seems that it took a lot of effort. Not everyone can break armor with a light bow! "Without prophecy magic, what do we know? We don't need to sneak in and spy. We can hear more details in the roadside pub!"

"We need to be more specific, his camp, his tendency, his career and his faith. This is the reason for our attitude towards him. I think it is much more important than how many people he killed!"

"I said I didn't know anything!" LEM waved.

"He may be a mage who is proficient in the school of prophecy, a priest who is deeply loved by God, or a part-time soldier! A profession such as a wanderer! From his love of killing, he may be a believer in the dark sun, of course, he may also be Max's, but with the villain he eradicated, he can also say that he is a paladin of irmat."

"Human nature is so complex that paladins may murder, and wanderers may not be able to make great sacrifices. Unless you 'detect evil' against him, these can not be used as a basis for judgment. I can only say that this gentleman's concern for those things in his small house is far beyond his interest in abuse, rule and power."

"So..." Jessica opened her mouth.

"Don't define it so quickly!" Lyme interrupted him. "Please respect this complex world and don't define it with your young people's simple and direct judgment. My intuition tells me that you are facing an existence that is difficult to determine and explore. My experience of the elderly tells you that it's no harm to look more."

"But we don't have time! We can't entangle everyone for so long." Jessica frowned. "The slum is very exclusive to outsiders. The blood hand gang has deep-rooted control over it. It's difficult for us to get close to it."

"That's because more than 80% of the young people are looking for work in the blood gang. Their father, children and wife are like the most loyal eye liner. It's a closed environment where outsiders can hardly survive."

"So, can we do nothing?" Jessica objected. "Intelligence doesn't jump into our hands, does it?"

"Not necessarily, child!" Lyme smiled cunningly. His fingers moved on the table and finally stopped on a stack of brown papyrus. He went to pass these humble things to Elvin and said, "if you can be more careful, you will find this thing!"

"The income of tobacco and the trend of the thieves' Union?" Elvin whispered out the difficult secret words line by line. "This is the information of the wharf. It is some daily information about the special tobacco and thieves' Union."

"It's not everyday, but there are big secrets in these little things!" Lyme smiled proudly. "Although we lack the most important key data of tobacco price and shipment data, it's really not difficult to calculate the approximate income of that kind of tobacco based on this. Similarly, the task data of the thieves' union can also reflect their internal trends."

Irwin looked at the stack of papyrus with a gloomy face. Even if she saw the string of figures representing income, she couldn't help being shocked. Without looking at the things behind, she knew that the form had reached the critical moment of impending outbreak.

No mouse can hold back a large piece of fat in front of him. Those greedy eyes can't stand it. As Lyme said, someone can't wait to be a test piece.