"What do you think?"

"What?" "Missing Feet" replied, he and "Stinky Fish" were old men in these loose groups of unguilded thieves, assassins, and outcasts, but even so, they were still secretive about each other, neither wanting each other to know their past and real names, nor knowing each other's, although they knew the origin of each other's nicknames - "Missing Feet" was a veritable cripple, and one of his feet may have been bitten off by a shark / chopped off by a jealous husband / Caught in a city and cut down in the course of an execution, he had to walk around the city with a wooden cane, begging people for money, and few people knew that he was in fact a skilled assassin, he had no companions and did not need companions, and his reputation was to blame the unprofessional brokers. As for the "stinky fish", his name comes from the almost suffocating smell of a body that can be suffocated when approached, this mixture of rotting fish entrails, pus-filled sores, and the stench of feces let people know that he is coming when they are far away from him, but like the "missing feet" foot, the stench of the "stinky fish" is only a disguise, everyone knows when he stinks, but when he suddenly stops, his closest companions may not remember what he looks like - if anything, of course.

Occasionally, however, "Stinky Fish" and "Missing Feet" will also cooperate, as "Smelly Fish" is a good thief on a par with "Missing Feet".

It is precisely because of their skills and experience that as soon as the tentacles of the Silver Finger Guild extend here, they are the first to recruit, but whether it is "missing feet" or "stinky fish" They are all over forty years old, and their skills will soon become sluggish, and then they will be eliminated by the young guild members, and their time in the guild is too short for them to climb to the high position that can control the life and death of others, even if they can immediately become official members of the guild, what awaits them is only the excitement of the past, and the use of the marrow, and then they are discarded and sold at will. These things can almost be called common sense, even some of the long-surviving homeless people know about it, not to mention the "missing feet" and "stinky fish", although they can't explore the details of each other, but it is extremely interesting, they all think that the other party once belonged to a guild.

"I mean the scale pen. "Stinky fish" said.

"What can we do? "Missing Feet" said with a sigh of relief that compared to some people who were not very clear about the inside story, or who were not interested in the truth, they had just sent away a tavern owner, but both "Stinky Fish" and "Missing Feet" knew that the tavern owner did look a little crazy, and although he told the people that he had been a prince and a bard, they thought he was joking— If the former is true, then his country may have been extinct for a thousand years, and if the latter is true, then his wife's stew must have been seasoned with magic to make him suddenly turn from a dolphin to a humpback whale. But he didn't say it, but what was true was that he was a warlock, and it was his power that kept the tavern alive, not the gourmet guild leader that the drinkers were babbling about—if there was such a leader, he would have died long ago.

In fact, he made a mistake in making this decision. "Stinky Fish" said: "I got a piece of news. ”

"Can you tell me?" asked "Missing Foot".

"No," said the "stinky fish," "I think this news can be sold for a good price." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw "Missing Foot" take a sip, and "Stinky Fish" was not angry at all, but laughed, "I'm going to go back and tell him, I hope he can be prepared." ”

"I think you should give him this news," said "Missing Foot," "and he saved your life." ”

"Alas, kindness is kindness, and trade is business," said the stinky fish, and then he raised his hat to the missing foot, and turned and walked towards the Scaly Pen Tavern. "Missing Feet" looked at him without moving, and "Stinky Fish" took two steps and stopped: "Aren't you curious at all?"

"Why should I be curious," said Missing Feet, "I think you're in a trap waiting for me to jump in." ”

"Are you going to jump, then?" "Stinky Fish" asked.

"I'd rather hang you first. "Missing Feet" said, but he twisted his body anyway and walked with "Stinky Fish" to the Scaly Pen Tavern.

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The tavernkeeper's smile suddenly stopped when he saw the "Missing Foot" and the "Stinky Fish" go and return, he had been here for many years, and one look at each other's faces could probably tell whether they were the Petrel who brought the good omen or the Crow who brought the bad omen, and the expressions of these two figures, who could be considered quite powerful among the mixed drinkers, showed that they would not bring good news.

"Why," asked the tavernkeeper, "I have cider and ale, and fish stew in the pot, would you like some?"

"Let's have some," said the "stinky fish," "and I'm worried that this is the last meal I'll ever have at you." ”

"Your mouth stinks," cried a drunkard, who was not yet drunk enough to pass out, "just with your beep...... Just as stinky, tomorrow ...... It's the third day!"

"Say whatever you want," said the tavernkeeper, "I'll listen."

"Missing Feet" glanced at "Stinky Fish", "Stinky Fish" was reluctant to tell him before, it was just a joke, or a bait, a setting, he should have planned it a long time ago, sure enough, "Stinky Fish" did not ask the master to take him to a separate and quiet room, just took two steps back and bowed to the tavern master, "First of all," he said politely, "I want to greet you," he said, "Your Highness." ”

His words caused a fluctuating burst of laughter, some of whom were already drunk, but began to laugh unconsciously at the hearing of the honorable title of His Highness, while some of the men who remained sober looked at the tavern master and the "stinky fish" with interest, and when they found that neither the "stinky fish" nor the tavern master were smiling, their smiles also subsided, and the atmosphere in the tavern became tense.

"Ah......" said the tavern keeper, patiently not looking up, above the bar, the bedroom on the second floor, in which his wife was resting, whispered, "Aren't they Majesty Cider and Majesty Maifan?"

"You're in danger," said the "stinky fish," said the "stinky fish," with unusually serious features, "not the kind you can escape from when you leave here—do you know your father is looking for you?"

The tavern owner lowered his eyes, he had thought that there would be such a day, but he had never imagined...... It's today. "How much do you know?"

"Stinky Fish" didn't mind the tavern's slightly cold tone: "Not a lot, but I know that your father hired a very powerful warlock to hunt you down. ”

"I'm also a warlock. Laurie, the owner of the tavern and the eldest son of King Tara, said.

"That's a Dragonborn. "Stinky fish" said.

"I've fought with the Dragonborn Warlocks," Laurie said, adding that as the turmoil in Grenada brought many of the Dragonborn Warlocks out of the Peninsula to be hired by kings or lords elsewhere, "they may be powerful, but many times people fear their brutality and twists, but that's not me." ”

"Of course you have nothing to fear," said Missing Feet, "but why do you want to leave here?"

"Your father has a way of finding you as quickly as possible, doesn't he?" said "Stinkfish," said "I don't know if you will be able to get rid of him......," he knew when he saw the tavern's master's expression, and then he continued: "But that one will come soon, I learned from my friend," and "Stinky Fish" said, "Your brother, your father's second son, is dying—do you think he sought you to get back an heir?" or was it some other reason. ”

Then the guests of the tavern saw that the face of the tavern owner turned pale, obviously: "I have no brother," he said categorically, his eyes full of disgust and hatred, as if he remembered something he did not want to remember: "That woman is not my mother. ”

"It seems to be the latter. "Missing feet" said. Then he turned to "Stinky Fish", "How do you know?"

"Of course my friend," said the "stinky fish," "don't stare at me, you won't know who he is." ”

"Say everything you can say. One of the thieves shouted impatiently, "That...... How about the Dragonborn Warlock, is it really powerful?"

"My friend watched them take off from Tara. ”

"Take off, them?"

"You wouldn't think a warlock would come here alone if he could bring his retinue," said the "stinky fish", "and he is said to be friendly with Kryfa's master, so his entourage is four Dragontooth Knights of Grenada - I'm sure you're no stranger to that, are you?" ”

"So," said the tavernkeeper, "what are you here for, and tell me this secret?"

"You saved my life," said "Stinky Fish," "I remember." "Although he was a despicable thief, he still had a sense of gratitude. The tavern owner listened and nodded: "Your information is enough to pay it back." ”

"Are you still determined to go?" asked "Missing Feet".

"It's not my style to hold back. Laurie said that he seemed to have regained a bit of his appearance as an heir to the throne and a warlock.

"But we already know," said one of the thieves suddenly, "we may be able to set a trap." ”

"Well, if it's only dragged on for a while, maybe it's possible......" said another, who was a wanderer, who could do anything for a few silver coins, and who had been favored by Laurie more than once.

"Even if your father can find you," said Missing Feet, "at least you have time, and the most thing you need now is time." ”

The tavern master lowered his head and thought for a moment, "If you are willing to accept my employment......" he said, he did not leave Tara empty-handed.

"We are the hosts here. The former thief said, "As long as we are nimble and clean, no one will find us." As he spoke, he stared greedily at the tavernmaster's skins, which were familiar to both thieves and Assassins, and each contained a hundred gold coins, and Laurie had five bags of them, which made people like "Stinkfish" who had been helped by the tavern's master, or who thought that this favor was not enough for them to risk the last warlock, to be tempted, of course, to think that they were out of precious friendship, though it was probably a little smaller than their brains.

And as Laurie said, he's also a warlock, and he's fought against the Dragonborn Warlocks, and since he's still standing here, it means that he hasn't failed too much.

"So what are we doing in a daze?" said Missing Feet, "Get busy, boy, and let outsiders see how good we are!"

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When people finally started to get busy, no one noticed the departure of "Missing Feet", and as if he had never shown up at all, he left a bunch of fanatical idiots behind and returned to his house—a room unknown to anyone.

He removed the outer disguise from the room, and then recited a mantra softly, removing the inner pretension - that is, the foot that one thought was missing, as soon as his foot returned to his body, the "missing foot" immediately stood up straight, and when he was still "missing foot", his back was always a little bent, and like every person with a leg disability, the whole body appeared a little deformed. As soon as he stood up straight, his back was as straight as a sword, and even his height changed, his head was held high, his washed hair turned from brown to flaxen, and his skin became fairer, and after looking triumphantly in front of the mirror, he put on a dark purple velvet robe, put a wide silver bracelet on his wrist, and then put a dagger in his boots, and put a turban over it.

He walked out of a dark passage, and in the middle of the night, a wisp of black mist surrounded "Missing Feet", making it impossible for people to see him, he walked through the streets, towards the outside of the city, and then summoned a monster resembling a horse, and asked it to take itself outside of an abandoned building - this building had collapsed more than a thousand years ago, no one knew its origin, the emblems and writings on the stone had been destroyed intentionally or unintentionally, and on the side of the collapsed wall, a grass-covered entrance and exit connected to the staircase down, "Missing Feet" Without hesitation, he went down, his companions were waiting for him.

As soon as he saw them, he raised his hand and pulled down his turban, "The dark sun is the only truth, my brothers. ”

"All beings will succumb before the supreme power of the dark sun. He replied, "You're late." ”

"I have come to glorify my Lord's dedicatedness," said Missing Feet without guilt, knowing that the priests of the Dark Sun were among the enemies and their companions, and he did not want his small negligence to become a wound for the sharks to covet.