"Ah, that's fine, I waited here for more than an hour, I thought you would turn into a dragon." Mu Ruxi, who had been waiting on the side, looked a little disappointed, "Let's go, while the effect of the elixir is not over, I will take you to the Crow Society, you should be able to get what you want." ”

The Raven Society, a group of spies, assassins, and evil merchants who sell legends and knowledge, are hidden in the cities along the Drinkbill River, known to be ambitious and greedy, but they have to cooperate with them, and even the Cult of Sacred Coin and the Santarim Order have been unable to eradicate the parasitic bloodsucking worms that live on them.

If you want to enter Helena's banquet this time, you can only seek the help of these rats, and as a veteran thief, Muruki is naturally clear about this way.

……

"An hour and a minute, boy, not bad!"

Sherlock, who had already followed Muruxi out of the tavern, suddenly stopped, then fell back and leaned against the bar, spilling a handful of gold coins on the table: "Mirlu, may I treat you to a glass of starlight wine?" ”

"Of course, but 100 gold coins are ......" Before Mill could finish speaking, he was hugged by the half-elf in front of him.

"It should be enough after the discount." Whispering in the other person's ear, Sherlock quickly pulled Muruki and ran out.

"Guard......" Mirlou, who stayed in the tavern, did not continue to call the guard, but muttered: "It's strange that these adventurers can't come into contact with me so easily, but I always feel that he is not the same as before, what is the difference." ”

And on the street, Mu Liuxi, who had the same question, asked directly: "Lao Xia, I can't see it, you are really cowardly, it doesn't count as an evasion, even NPCs dare to tease." ”

As they thought, the rights and interests of female NPCs in the Forgotten Realm are the same as those of female players, and it is almost impossible to try to have intimate contact with each other without enough favorability.

"I don't know, maybe it's the effect of the elixir, I can't even understand my current state." At this moment, his mental state was extremely excited, and what he did just now was completely an unconscious act under the control of intuition.

Sherlock could only attribute the reason to the elixir, the effect of this potion was by no means as simple as described above,

In what form does such an ethereal thing as luck exist?,Naturally, it can be reflected in the probability.,But other aspects are really not affected by it.。

If you dig deeper, Sherlock's experience can tell a lot, but now, both of them are guys who are used to thinking with their bodies, and it's really hard for them to study this kind of thing.

The outlets of intelligence organizations such as the Raven Society are usually hidden in the alleys of the city, and many of them, even if they are native-born, have never heard of them in their entire lives.

Without Muruki's leadership, he probably wouldn't have found this inconspicuous corner in this dirty backstreet, and the human thieves huddled in the corner.

Sherlock had expected to go through a fierce battle of words to get the information he needed, but the actual process went smoothly out of surprise, probably partly due to luck, and the rest to the fair and domineering way of trading of the Raven Society.

Their logisticians assign a level to all the information to distinguish their value, and then the salesman in charge of the transaction can ask for a fair price based on the questions raised by the target, and there is no counter-offer.

Sherlock finally got the details about the banquet after spending almost 1,000 gold, and this time Helena invited a large number of adventurers, that is, the players.

The invitees are either the heads of the Grand Guilds or some big businessmen, and if they want to pass through this channel, they must reach the level of the second-rate guild leader or the profiteer Pompeii.

The second is that money opens the way, and the price of 100,000 invitations in the Temple of Wealth is clearly marked.

Finally, if you have a high enough reputation, no matter where you have a prestige, as long as you can reach worship, you will be invited.

"It seems that our half-elf friends don't meet the above three conditions, but we Raven Society never disappoint customers," said Thack, the intelligence monger, pulling out a golden letter, "Just help me with one small thing, and this invitation is yours." ”

The other party said that it was a trivial matter, but the matter worth 100,000 gold coins was not very small, and as for the source of the invitation, of course Sherlock didn't ask much, anyway, it couldn't be obtained through formal channels.

"Tell me about it."

"One of our brothers had an accident on the road and is now trapped in a ruin with a group of foot merchants, and I want you to rescue him."

Sark's narrative is always flickering, and he is not told what the accident was, why he was trapped, or even the name and physical characteristics of the target person, which makes the task more difficult in disguise.

"I hope your brother will hold out until I arrive." Although the mission came from an unknown source, Sherlock resolutely accepted it, the invitation was one thing, and the other was that places like ancient tombs were often linked to treasures.

The Foot Merchants, I'm afraid it's not a group of tomb robbers, asked the NPC for the approximate location of the ruins, and Sherlock left the alley.

"That old Xia, goodbye, when I finish this commission, let's have a drink." Murushi was going to the Supreme Wasteland to the south, and he was going to search in the direction of Locketown, and the two sides were not on the same path.

After walking out of Noisy Water City and flying for more than four hours according to the direction on the map, Sherlock finally came to the area where the ruins were, according to Thack, it was an underground ruin, which could only be accessed through a secret hole in the surface.

There was nothing he could do but let Arashi search through the carpet, and he himself was flying low on Thestrals.

Three hours later, with a puddle of blood still not completely dry, Sherlock managed to find a hidden hole.

With the perception of the master, he faintly saw two figures walking around the door, and he couldn't help but have a headache.

The other party has the cover of a cave, and outside the cave is an open grass, in this case, it is difficult for him to launch a sneak attack, and if he chooses to kill by force, he is likely to startle the snake.

In this kind of field plot, there is no chance to start again if the mission fails, and if the target NPC dies, it is useless for him to attack it.

There was no better way, he could only crouch outside and observe first.