The tavern owner of the "Scaly Pen" watched the elves and their waiting people depart in the thin morning mist, and like him, there were many people who were hidden behind wooden windows and curtains, after all, there were thieves, assassins, and mercenaries in the crowd. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIt's just that they're also quite knowledgeable about current affairs. Even if all the thugs in this city were gathered, it would not be possible to leave any of these people, not to mention that elves, and those who could be friends with elves, would definitely not be despicable people who let their companions fall into trouble, but there were still people who could not help but sigh - when they were sure that these beautiful and terrible beings had reached a point where they could never be heard, the thieves whispered, "How much is an elf now?" After a thief gestured, the other people sighed even louder, the price offered by the guild could simply make them crazy, but unfortunately, the elves seemed to be aware of this, and the travelers who could occasionally be seen in the wilderness and the city in the past have disappeared, and the Silver Crown Forest and the Emerald Forest Island are even more locked and closed, and outsiders cannot enter or peep.

"What can an elf do?" a voice sounded in the darkness, and then, as if the owner of the voice had also sensed that he had made a mistake that he should not have made, he did not wait for an answer, his body flashed, and he wanted to leave the room, but as soon as his hand touched the door, he was stung in the finger by the stinger above, and the numbness spread from his fingers to his limbs, and then to his heart and brain. After he fell, the darkness in the room was dispelled by candlelight, and the three people in the room looked at each other, all dressed in the clothes most commonly seen on thieves and assassins, and no one admitted that they had placed poison needles on the door. After an awkward silence lasted for a while, one of the thieves took action, and he carefully walked behind the corpse, that is, to let the corpse lie between him and the other two, and if something unpleasant happened, he could use the corpse as a temporary shield. Then he began to examine the man's skin, his boots and his gloves with a delicate hand, and from the skin he poured out some silver coins and copper, and pulled out a dagger from his boots, and he let out a sneer as he pinched the glove, for the glove, which was decorated with leather, heavy weight, and reduced the dexterity and sensitivity of the fingers, had never been the first choice of thieves, and he then cut the man's clothes and belts with a finger knife hanging from his thumb, and quickly touched every inch of his body to look for any false patches to hide things, or tokens buried in the wounds, and shaved off the man's hair to see if there were any small notes in it。

He cleaned up the dead like a skilled cook, and the torn clothes and belts, and the belongings were all sorted away, but nothing was found, and after a few deep breaths, his fingers stroked the dozen or so silver coins, each of which he picked up and weighed, and when he picked up the third, he laughed, and the other two laughed too, a trick used by thieves, to carefully cut a silver coin in half, from its side, and then grind off the metal in the center of the silver coin, so that a small pit appeared on each side, and then close the silver coinand glue them together with a special glue - if there is any important information, write it on paper as thin as a down feather, and then fold it up and put it in the silver coin - when the silver coin is glued together again, a layer of silver powder and a layer of grease rolls on the edges, and it is not visible at all, but as long as it is a merchant or thief who is familiar enough with the coin, he can only know that the weight is wrong, but the merchant will only think that he has met a liar, and the thief will know that he may have met a colleague.

"Highland Normans. The other thief turned and looked at the dead man's toes and fingers, and examined his jawbone, and his teeth, and the roots of his hair, "Poor thing, they can only send these stupid children," he said hypocritically, "I can hardly bear it, look, they can't even do the most basic disguise and patience." ”

"It's their own fault. The thief who examined this "spy" scoffed and said, for the Highland Normans, maybe all the thieves in the entire plane would have gritted their teeth - no country had ever dared to expel thieves and assassins and ban their guilds before, not even Grenada and the Dragonfire Islands, but the former had their own guilds. But at the same time, they can't help but salivate over the Normans in the Highlands, especially in Gülen, in the port of Jianjaw on the island of the Azores, who first took the position of the guild leader of the Silver Finger and devoured the "evil thorn" in one bite , and unceremoniously bitten the thieves' guild in Grenada, his power has occupied nearly a third of the continents and islands, as for the other guilds, they must inevitably retreat, much smaller than the previous territory could barely accommodate them (after countless eliminations), but after Glenn returned to the main material plane, his guild changed its previous state of contraction, and once again extended its tentacles in all directions- No one dared to confront Gülen, they didn't even dare to mention his name, Gülen was no longer a mortal, some people thought he was already a god, some people knew more, but what was the difference between a person and a god who could persist in the bloody battle between demons and demons for decades in the bottomless abyss, at least for them.

Since they couldn't fight, they had to retreat, but the continent seemed to be boundless, and at times it was a little smaller, and they only had to touch their heels with their heels.

So, in this case, the Normans of the Highlands, without the thieves, the Assassins, or the Guilds, were like a quiet and clean lake, and these filthy creatures with sharp teeth and claws were desperate to claim it for themselves.

It's just that the Norman spies in the Highlands can't get into their interior, and they can't get into the Highlands Norman, the stubborn and naïve king, Baldwin Donclay has been dead for almost fifty years, but only a few of his grizzly knights will forget his instructions, and King Rayger's annual parade, a king who may not be wise enough and doesn't have the legendary past of his father, but he is always cautious about his people like a father who sees himself as a firstborn baby. He was forgiving, both to his father's knights and to his old courtiers, whose absurdity might only make him laugh, but no one could afford to hire or condone thieves, assassins, evil spellcasters, and the like, and no one could get away with it.

Perhaps thieves and assassins could come and go on their own in the middle of nowhere, but what was the use? they didn't always work for goblins and beasts.

A few years ago they could secretly rejoice that Raytzer and his brother Duke Lehman had never had an heir, they always expected chaos and intrigue, and when that time came, even if they didn't want to, there would be people who would try to tear apart the harsh laws that the king had promulgated, and in any case, it would be difficult to be sure that the king would still be there at that time.

The tavern owner of the "Scaly Pen" entered the room where they had stayed after the thieves had left, and his wife followed, but he forced her to turn away with a piercing look before he opened the door. But as soon as he opened the door, he relaxed, and the room was empty, and given that it was a cheap place to stay, and that even the more elaborate furniture in it was lacking, only a wooden bed against the wall, and a chair with a missing leg, so that with a slight glance, it was clear what was more and what was missing. Missing a sheet that had been used as a blanket and mattress, the tavern master sighed, he knew what the thieves were doing, and in order to slow down the discovery of things, they would disfigure the faces of their victims, discard their naked bodies in places infested with beasts, goblins, and monsters, and throw their clothes and belongings into flames, and their sheets must have been taken by them to wrap the unfortunate fellow, and the tavern owner bowed his head and silently prayed to Kranvo for him.

His wife came in from behind the door, her hands resting worriedly on his broad back, the tavern master grabbed her hand, and there was still a slight smell of blood, or rather death, in the room, and after a pause, he opened the wooden window, and the sea breeze rushed in with fresh air, and it was still drowsy outside, and under the light mist was the darkness before dawn, and he looked out, but could see nothing because there was no light.

"You say," his wife murmured softly, "are they ......?"

"Don't say it. The tavern owner said, "Since I left the royal capital, I have not been that person anymore, they have nothing to do with me. He knew that his wife was not talking about the thieves, but of the elves and their companions, and though they did not leave too many traces, the occasional glance gave the tavern master a coat of arms that he knew so well that he would never forget even in his nightmares, and the trivial things mentioned by the elves, enough to make him sure of the place they were going—his country and his homeland.

"Forget about them," said the tavern master, "forget it, my dear, for we are only the tavern master, and his wife." ”

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"We should probably pay a visit to Master Alva. Eloch said that the Fort of Billland and the Emerald Grove Island were far away, and it was a free commercial city, and the rulers of the past were almost always on the neutral or good side, and it was impossible to say that the two had no contact, and Eloch was also a friend of the Alpha Mage, and had also lived temporarily in the Rime Hut.

"Mage Alva has left Cape Fortress. Carey Ben said. The black-haired Eya Elf couldn't help but look surprised and worried, Mage Alva was coming to the end of his life, and the path of mourning for the wasteland would appear at his feet at any time, at this time, he should have spent his days in a peaceful and peaceful place, and he had served the castle for almost a hundred years, and the people of the castle should have let this venerable old man spend his last years peacefully and contentedly, but it turned out that this was not the case.

"He's just tired of the parliamentarians. "Kerry simply said that he didn't want to explain in detail to Eloch that after so many years of government in the form of a council, there were people who thought that they needed an archduke, or a king, and that it would be better if it was themselves, and they even thought that since Master Alva had supported Harvey, he would also support himself, because almost all of Master Alva's disciples were in the service of Fort Bi Peak, and the rime hut had been crowded with people and horses for several years, as well as all kinds of promises, so Master Alva was so annoyed that in desperation, he had to try to escape, and now, he may have secretly run to the White Tower, don't forget, he also once took in the mage Antonio the Elder who worked for the lord of the White Tower, Anrui.

However, these things will obviously only make the Eya elves feel bored, unlike the silver-crowned dense forest surrounded by human countries in the central hinterland, the emerald dense forest hangs alone in the sea, except for the seaside cities like the Cape Fortress, and island countries like the Dragonfire Islands, the affairs on the mainland have almost nothing to do with them, they don't like to interact with humans in the outside world, dwarves and dwarfs, and they hate giants and orcs even more, and goblins and monsters don't need to be mentioned, although there is also curiosity, but it is not as strong as people think, if it weren't for the previous king of the elves requiring every elf to travel out after adulthood, they won't even let their clansmen appear outside of Lynn Island.

All this made the elves of Aya a little more arrogant, naïve and stubborn than the elves of Singh, and things like politics, dealings, desires, and so on were inevitably dark and filthy, and they didn't want to know about it, and they didn't want to know about it—but Kerry didn't know if his concealment was correct.

And just as the two of them suddenly fell silent, a sudden noise shattered the silence around them.

"Cremar!" Raven cried menacingly, holding her arms and menacingly, "Eloher!"

"Come and take your little bastards away!"

Eloch had to interrupt the previous conversation and hurried over, while the black-haired Dragonborn, the other guardian, also helplessly put down the scroll in his hand and transferred himself to the deck.

At once they saw two chickens, one Afra and one Lucire, and Raven stood in the middle of them, staring at the two elders with her most stern gaze - at least for Lucie and Afra.

The lich didn't bother to ask what was going on, it was just a bit of a temptation and a bite between the cubs, and as far as he was concerned, Afra was already very restrained, at least she had done something irreparable, and she had the ability.

He would rather Afra be more noisy, his cohabitant's self-loathing has only gotten worse since he met Kerryben, and he can't find a solution to this problem for the time being. So let Afrado get the attention of that one...... The former undead hid a strange smile, and if his mentor Ederna was here, he would be happy, for he loved nothing more than to see people do things in vain.