457 Guild of Thieves
This kind of low-end Fengyue place set up in tents and facing ordinary adventurers naturally can't have any privacy. Not only were the voices of primitive desires filling the entire tent, but each of the gauze tents used to separate the private rooms reflected the intertwined and wriggling figures of men and women in the orange candlelight.
Gordon wasn't much, but Sigrid was clearly not used to the environment. Looking at her increasingly red face and stiff movements, Gordon thought to himself that if this female knight was in the form of fire, she would have burned this big tent with a sword.
However, the thriving business of this brothel shows that the adventurers are having a good time. Even if you don't go deep into the mountains, just explore the outer areas, you get a lot of gains, and you have spare money and energy to spend on the woman's belly.
Finally, after a long and embarrassing journey in Sigrid's eyes, the two men reached the other end of the tent. It is far away from the women's "workplace" and seems very quiet.
"Then Master Mage, please come in, I have to take care of the regular customers too." The middle-aged woman quietly left with great interest.
Gordon lifted the curtain and walked into the small room that had been isolated from each other. And Sigrid is not far behind.
The first thing the mage saw was a plate of sour pears on the long table. and a halfling sitting cross-legged on a wooden bench, munching on that cheap, sour, hardly cared for fruit.
In Gordon's cognition, he can eat sour pears, which are usually eaten by no one directly except for wine. There was only one - a wanderer who had met in the ruins of Tanzawa, a halfling who did not know his real name and was nicknamed Sour Pear.
The middle-aged prostitute showed Gordon the coin. It was the logo of the "Lucky Coins" of the adventure team he was part of.
"Long time no see, my friend!" The halfling jumped up from his chair, stepped directly on the table and walked in front of Gordon, then stretched out his hand.
Gordon looked at the other party's sticky palm, and without hesitation, shook it.
This action made Sour Pear's brows stretch, revealing a heartfelt smile: "I knew you hadn't changed." I won't look down on my poor friend because I've become a hero of the Empire, Lord Earl. The bard owes me a gold coin. β
"Did you make a bet with Gregor?" Gordon's mind conjured up the face of the handsome bard with a mandolin in his hand.
Sour Pear shrugged and said, "Me and Gregor." There is also captain Ronald who wandered around Westport for a while, and found nothing, so he was ready to find something else to do. I came to you with yΓ¬, but Gregor said that you are now different from us. It's best not to bother. But now it seems. It was I who won. β
Thinking of the few friends he met on his first adventure in this world, Gordon couldn't help but smile: "How's the Lucky Coin doing?" β
When they first parted in Ashtown, the members of Lucky Coin planned to go their separate ways and then meet up in the Wilfast area before trying their luck at sea. But now it seems that this plan has not been realized, otherwise Sour Pear would not appear here alone.
"Neither good nor bad. It's just that until now, the members have never been assembled. Sour pear sighed. Boredom fiddling with a fruit that smelled sour, he said, "Only me, the bard, and the captain met on time." The dwarves couldn't leave the lonely mountain because of their family affairs, you know, wives and children. Gregor, on the other hand, did not have the heart to take risks. That guy gets drunk in the tavern every day with a mandolin, and then bangs on love, love, parting, sadness and the like. I guess he was dumped by some of the female elves in Silvermoon City. β
The halfling glanced at Gordon, smiled, and continued in a slightly ** tone: "Well, old friend, I know who you care about the most...... The little girl from Serra had gone to Antolia because of her family's affairs. It is said that it is related to inheritance, ritual or something. As for Cynthia, she couldn't leave home because of church affairs. β
"Pretty man, while I do pay more attention to cute girls than men, please don't think of me as a fool with only women......"
"Rude, my fault." The halfling grinned, "Although we have been separated for a long time, I think those two little girls will be very happy to hear about the great things you have done in the north." β
The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart. After the topic turned to the woman, Sigrid, who was standing behind Gordon, felt nervous for no reason.
"Who is Serra? And who is Cynthia? Are they pretty? Where has the relationship with him come to an end? β¦β¦ Wait, why should I bother with this kind of thing......"
While the knightess was staring at Gordon's back, thinking wildly, another person walked into the compartmentβno, it should be a horse, or a centaur.
With her long wavy rosy hair and three-dimensional facial features, she is a nice beauty - if you only look at the upper body.
After seeing this centaur woman, Sour Pear immediately showed a warm smile: "Honey, how is business today?" β
The centaur leaned down, kissed the sour pear on the cheek, and said, "Not bad, it seems that our idea of opening a shop at the foot of Mount Wesura is absolutely the right choice." β
"Honey?" Gordon looked at this couple, who were out of place in terms of size and temperament, and a question mark popped up in his mind: "How? β
No matter how wonderful nature is, it probably won't solve the huge size problem between centaur women and halfling men, right?
However, it seems a bit rude to be a friend to dwell on such intimate issues, so Gordon chose another topic: "Sour pear, you are not an adventurer, but have you turned to the 'entertainment' industry?" β
"Of course not, I'm just here to help Nita with nothing to do."
The centaur woman named Nita stamped her front hooves to Gordon - a courtesy of respect for the Centaurs, and said, "Hello, Victor of High Rock, destroyer of the Cult Fortress, inheritor of the Lord of the Northlands, conqueror of the Hyven Peninsula, Count Gordon of the Empire. Mr. Freeman. β
"When did I have so many titles?" Gordon smiled and shook his head, "I'm just a mage. β
"As I said, he's not the kind of Ferreton nobleman who cares about fame." Sour pear smiled and said to her lover, who was several sizes older than herself.
"Nita apologizes to you, the head of the Thieves Guild Changxia Region, Honorable Master Gordon." The centaur bent its front legs and bowed to Gordon.
"It turned out to be a member of the Thieves' Guild......" Gordon suddenly thought. He thought, how could this centaur with a different temperament be the boss of a third-rate brothel? Moreover, the face of he, the lord of the peninsula, has not seen too many people, and the other party can actually call his name at a glance, obviously very well-informed.
It seems that Mount Wesula has become a hot spot in the eyes of the outside world, especially in the eyes of the thieves' guilds, otherwise it would not be possible to send a regional head here to use the brothel to establish an intelligence network.
"Friend, in addition to reminiscing about the past and helping you avoid the troubles of those gray-skinned dwarves, another reason is that my dear hope to meet you, the supreme ruler of the peninsula, and get in touch with each other."
Although the thieves' guild belongs to the "sewer class" in the city, if they want to survive, they must establish inextricable links with the aristocracy. Sour Pear and Nita obviously know this.
The centaur continued, "As a sign of sincerity, I can provide my lord with a lot of information about Mount Wesula. Although it didn't last long for adventurers to become a popular area, there were many interesting things happening. I'm sure you're going to explore the mountains and you're sure to have some information of interest. β
Gordon does have some information he wants to know, such as the whereabouts of the female druid. He told Nita about Vignia and Alva's physical features. Soon, the thief's skilled centaur rummaged through the recorded information.
"Yesterday there were indeed two people who matched your description in the adventurer's camp. The woman is in fine condition, but the man seems to be in a bit of a bad situation, dressed as a slave. After the mage who hijacked them bought some magic materials, food and water, he went straight into the mountain and did not spend the night in the camp......"
Nita recorded her opponent's every move in the camp. The Thieves' Guild will always pay special attention to those who appear to be in the camp and appear to be of extraordinary status. If it weren't for the sour pear, Gordon and Sigrid's appearance and whereabouts would probably be recorded in every detail in the centaur's small book.
Based on Nita's description of the kidnapper's appearance, Gordon was certain that the mage was Rufa who had a relationship.
"The mage of the Arcane Federation...... That's a bit of a hassle. Gordon muttered to himself.
The identity of the other party is a question. If you don't handle it well, I'm afraid that you will easily encounter the strange circle of "beating your son to come to your father, and beating your father to come to your grandfather".
A mage of the Arcane Federation will naturally have a lot of relationships such as teachers and classmates behind him, and if the other party is a nobleman, it will involve more trouble.
It seems that to save Venia, things have to be done cleanly.
Gordon asked, "Miss Nita, can you give me a detailed list of the magic materials that the mage has purchased in the camp?" β
"It's going to take a little time, but it's fine."
The reason why mages are powerful is that with targeted preparation, spells can almost be said to be omnipotent, capable of solving a series of problems.
However, due to the limitation of spell slots, the "versatility" of mages always has to be discounted.
Therefore, according to the magic materials purchased by Lufa, Gordon was able to guess the spells that the other party had mastered and was good at, and then arranged them accordingly.
In this way, when fighting, he will be able to gain an overwhelming advantage. (To be continued......)