Mo Ran walked in the majestic city, the situation here is very bad, and he thinks everything is too simple. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The city is not only depressed, but many people have fallen into despair, and in that despair there is a hint of madness.

Horse-drawn carts transporting corpses were everywhere, and not only the people, but also the soldiers, did not want to touch the corpses. So the people who transported the bodies were mainly priests of Tyre and Heim believers.

I don't know if it's intentional or unintentional, rumors are rife in the city, but no one manages it.

It is said that after the lord of the castle handed over the right to administer the city to Erebeth, he sealed off the castle and the town hall, and locked himself in the castle of Neverwinter, and did not stand up in this moment of danger.

During the spread of the plague, the lord and the town hall did not issue a single decree, and the entire city of Neverwinter was supported by the holy warriors of Erebeth and Tyre.

Following the guidance of the guards, Mo Ran arrived at the largest tavern in Neverwinter, the Moonstone Mask.

After presenting Erebeth's warrant, the doorman let Moran into the tavern.

The warrant is the parchment that Erebeth gave to Moran , and after the task is triggered, the parchment becomes Erebeth's warrant, which not only records some information, but also gives Moran the identity and some permissions of the envoy.

In the moonstone mask, unlike the coldness and despair in the city, the tavern is as warm as spring and drunk with gold.

Great music, fine food and sweet red wine are a stark contrast to the oppressive city.

The people who drank and had fun in the tavern were well-dressed and generous, unlike the beggar-like refugees.

Although a few people have sad eyebrows, they also become dissolute under the stimulation of alcohol.

The people who can enter the Moonstone Mask are people with status, and it is only after knowing too much information that they will regard this place as their final paradise.

Moonstone Masks are an easier place to get information than ignorant civilians. However, after Mo Ran revealed his identity, those drinkers stayed away from him as if they were hiding from the plague.

Mo Ran had no choice but to go to the bar, order a glass of red wine, and hand the bartender a gold coin, indicating that he wanted to know some information about the docklands.

The bartender Mali put away the gold coins and told Mo Ran a lot of gossip that he had overheard.

Mo Ran listened to these gossip while taking a sip of wine, but there was too little useful news.

These gossips are not limited to the docklands, such as the riots in the prison in Neverwinter, and the discovery of ruins in the beggar's nest.

There is very little information about the docklands, because it has been overrun by robbers and thugs, and then the City Guard blocked the access to the docklands.

The bartender also saw the face of a gold coin before telling Mo Ran all the news he knew. In Neverwinter, one gold coin is enough to support the expenses of a middle-class home for two months.

"I'd like to meet the boss here."

Mo Ran made his own request, because when he asked the soldier about the situation, the other party told him that the owner of the Moonstone Mask had many channels of information.

The bartender shook his head and said, "The boss is busy and won't meet any strangers." ”

Mo Ran took out Erebeth's warrant, handed it to the bartender, and said, "Give this to your boss, it will show me who I am." ”

The bartender nodded and left with the warrant.

Mo Ran took out a bottle of red wine from the bar, filled himself with another glass, and drank it slowly, the red wine reminded Mo Ran of those days of alcoholism.

At this time, a woman wearing a rose-red aristocratic dress sat beside Mo Ran.

The woman put the warrant on the bar and said, "I'm the boss here, Opira. Chadstone. Little one, what are you doing here with Erebeth's warrant? ”

"Those paladins of Tyre don't bother to be with us, they can't even communicate, in the eyes of those noble paladins, we are just rats in the ditch."

Ophela is a woman as mature as a peach, although she is no longer young, her every move is full of charm.

Her attitude towards Mo Ran was very subtle, neither excluded nor close, and her words were more ridiculous. The calm heart brought Mo Ran a lot of benefits, such as now, he didn't have a little mood swing.

"I want to get information on the Docklands, for Neverwinter, and for you." At this time, Mo Ran was extremely sincere.

Ophira was unmoved, and said lightly, "I'm not a believer in Tyre, so let's be honest." ”

"Really? For example? Everything was expected by Mo Ran, he did not have outstanding eloquence, and it was reasonable to pay some price.

Hearing Mo Ran's rhetorical question, Ophela was also a little surprised, and said, "Okay, it seems that you are not a conformist guy. ”

"I can give you information about the Docklands, but there is a nobleman named Andrew in the Docklands, and I want a statue of him in his hand. Of course, I'll pay you, as long as you give me the statue. ”

"Alright, I'll help you get the statue." With that, Mo Ran stretched out his right hand.

Ophela didn't appreciate it, but just rolled her eyes with a smile: "It's just mutual benefit." Come with me, little one, we need a clean place. ”

Ophira took a bottle of red wine and two goblets from the bar and walked to a relatively clean wine table. It's just that the proprietress has a graceful posture, swaying and sexy, which has attracted the attention of countless drinkers.

Mo Ran shook his head helplessly, put away the warrant on the bar, and followed.

Ophira poured two glasses of red wine, picked up one for herself, and then lazily lay down on the sofa and spoke quietly.

"For some reason, Neverwinter has lost a large number of troops, resulting in the inability to maintain the most basic order, so in desperation, it has no choice but to shrink its forces and abandon some areas, the docks are one of them."

"The docklands have been quarantined due to the spread of the plague, but Erebeth's warrant should allow you to enter there. At this time, the docklands are a haven for thugs and robbers, and the real mastermind behind it is an organization called the Bloody Sailors. ”

After taking a sip of the wine, Ophira continued: "It is said that the Cidi Tavern is a stronghold of the Bloody Sailors, and there are often auctions held there to sell rare goods. ”

"I also know that a cargo ship will arrive at the port tomorrow evening, with a lot of important cargo on it, and all of them belong to bloody sailors, and I know this about the docks."

"So what do you need me to do?" Mo Ran drank all the red wine in one gulp and asked.

Hearing Mo Ran's question, Ophela sat up straight and leaned forward slightly, revealing the turbulence on her chest.

Faced with Orfina's amazing charm, Mo Ran lost his mind slightly. Then a gentle hand began to caress his face, which made Mo Ran break out in a cold sweat.

Mo Ran began to re-examine Ophela, who could confuse himself, and was not using magic, which proved that the other party was not an ordinary woman who was helpless.

Seeing Mo Ran's vigilance, Ophela just smiled: "I just need you to get the statue back......"