The Duchy of Casper is located 500 kilometres northeast of Yorkshire, bordered by the River Dorsmel and further east by Durukshire.

Separated from the Tiger Leaping Canyon in Durukshire is St. Terret, Freeport, the first stop of this extraordinary trip.

In order to inquire about the whereabouts of their friend Caspar Rodney, the Extraordinary Group temporarily changed their route to the city of Claupayil, the residence of the Duke of Caspar.

Compared with the York family, the founder of Orlanto, the Casper family lacks thousands of years of precipitation.

Sandwiched between two hereditary dukedoms, the Duke of Caspar was located in a city named after the Eastern Marshal at the time of the founding of the country, which was not as large as the rubble of York.

The day before entering the city, the heavy snow finally stopped, and the sun appeared from the thick clouds.

In order not to cause unnecessary trouble, the extraordinary people only drove three steam locomotives into the city.

Originally, the entrance tax only required 10 dinars, but the extraordinary five were extorted 1 silver coin by the city guards guarding the city gate.

Entering the main street of the city, the shops on both sides are piled up with all kinds of garbage.

Everywhere metal pipes are exposed above the surface, spewing hot steam from time to time.

Due to the heat from the underground steam pipes, there is no snow on the streets, only snow on the roofs of the houses on both sides of the street, telling people how much snow is falling.

Putting away the steam locomotive, he waved a handful of dinar copper and drove away the dirty child who was shouting to be a guide, and was speechless for a while.

The only five-story church-like building in the center of the city is the Church of Light.

Not far from the Church of Light, the Insurers Association, which carved the statue of the balance, waited until Extraordinary went in and walked around, but he was stunned that he didn't find any living people, not even an insurance apprentice.

"Extraordinary Lord, this city is decaying!" Dosta said slowly, reaching out and snapping off the wings of the Water Elf in the middle of the Insurers Association's office hall.

"Let's go, this is Rodney's hometown, don't give it to me!"

Francis said as he pulled the extraordinary outside.

Finding a wanderer-by and paying ten dinars, Guret inquired about the location of the city's only tavern.

When I went to the Insurers Association, I thought that I could get help with my own Underwriters badge.

If that fails, the tavern is a good place to get information.

Walking on the street extraordinary while walking and looking, finally gave up.

Potholed roads, not to mention horse-drawn carriages, even if the wildebeest runs a little faster, it is easy to get into the hooves.

"You say, Duke Caspar doesn't take a carriage when he goes out? This palm-long street, find an earth magician Pingping Road, it won't cost 100 gold coins!"

The fat man shouted at the crowd, paying no attention to the residents walking in the streets.

"Your Excellency, you must have just arrived in Il, right?" said an enthusiastic citizen to a few people when he heard the fat man's words.

Francis: "Il?"

"Yes, the Casper family does not deserve to have a city named after the marshal of the kingdom!"

Passers-by replied loudly, a hint of nostalgia in their eyes.

"It's only been less than ten years since the Duchess left, and what has become of our originally clean and tidy city!"

The Duchess in the mouth of passers-by is Rodney's biological mother.

Just as Extraordinary wanted to ask more about Rodney, passers-by saw two city guards walking around the corner, covering their collars, and walking away quickly.

Seeing the five people wearing woolen cloaks, as well as the gorgeous Annar, the two city guards hesitated again and again, and gave up this wave of plans to extort a sum of money.

The troll more than two meters tall was too oppressive, and it was still the two-handed giant axe that the two city guards didn't see under Dosta's back cloak.

Two quarters of an hour later, Extraordinary pushed open the tavern's "party door", and a wave of heat mixed with the smell of feet and the smell of feces rushed in.

"Damn, is this a horse ring?"

Pulling his head back to the door, he put on the pig's mouth mask directly, and the churning sensation in his stomach gradually dissipated.

The four friends gave Extraordinary a look in disgust and pushed the door in.

Could it be that I am living too comfortably? I didn't see that even the delicate Anna didn't change her face!

"You want to trick me into taking off my mask, but I don't have a door!"

The beautiful maiden Anna, the handsome guy Gullie, and the mighty orc Dosta.

Fat man, ugly man with a mask!

As soon as the five of them entered the tavern, the noise was instantly suppressed.

The bartender, who squatted in the bar and wiped his goblet, led the five directly to the second floor.

This scene seems to bring the extraordinary back to the home of adventurers in Sissel Territory.

However, the tavern owner who received a few people, with a mouth of yellow teeth and a smooth head, looked so greasy.

"Welcome adventurers!Sit, sit down! I said there will be guests when the snow stops!Praise the gods!" The boss greeted him warmly, tucking his dinar into his purse.

"I ......" Extraordinary was interrupted by the bald boss as soon as he said a word.

"Wait a minute, distinguished guest!

"How do you know we're inquiring about it, what if we're staying in a hotel?" asked Extraordinary, puzzled.

"1 silver coin!" explained happily with the bald head of one finger up.

"A few of the cloaks were made by Master Sukri of York City!So, if you are staying in a hotel, I think the chamber of commerce's hotel is your first choice!"

"Also, if a few of you are here for a drink, or to pass the dull and boring life, you should go straight to the wine table, not the bartender!"

"So my bartender has taken you to the second floor!

Is every tavern owner shrewd?

"Well, some people rely on their faces, some people rely on their heads, and you belong to the latter!"

......

"I want all the news of Caspar Rodney, Duke Casper's first heir!

A heavy money bag was smashed on the table, and just listening to the sound of coins colliding, you knew that it was a bag full of gold coins.

"Okay, okay! My most honored guest, the message just now is free!"

The bald boss, who looked at the money bag with his eyes shining, did not reach for the money bag, but took out an ebony pipe from the eye bag on his chest and slowly dug into the tobacco.

There was no shouting to the slave for information, nor did he rummage through the boxes and cabinets to find the recorded information.

For real intelligence mongers, the brain is the only information reserve they trust.

"May you take the liberty of asking the guest? Are you friends or foes with Caspar Rodney? Of course, you don't have to go back to me, but the answer will affect the focus of my description!"

The bald boss is not stupid, if the other party is the enemy of the intelligence target, and he is very righteous in talking about the target, God knows if the tall and mighty orc will tear himself apart.

"Rodney is my colleague, I will visit by the way during this trip to the mainland, and I will leave Caspar tomorrow!"

The ambiguous return at least made the bald head grasp a little bit of the point.

After a moment of thought, the bald boss lit his pipe, spat out a puff of smoke rings, and began his story time.