Stilwell leaned against the staircase on the second floor, "Sir, what is your impression of our chief?"

"Very nice, funny, erudite," Tarrant complimented briefly, "and she asked you to tell us a little bit about the situation." ”

Stilwell walked over to the dorm, "Here, take a look at our room." ”

There was a bunk bed on each side of the room, some messy clothes were thrown away, two corners were piled with burlap bags and some rusted parts, and the window looked out of the window to see another row of buildings opposite, separated by a canal, and the sound of ferries could be heard.

Stilwell pointed to the upper bunk on the right, "Hocho's bed is empty now, his things have been cleared, I'll sleep on his lower bunk", he pointed to the bed on the left, "That bed is Mannheim's, but he doesn't come up to sleep much, he usually rests in the blacksmith shop downstairs, the dwarves are really energetic." So, sir, which bed do you want?"

Tarrant walked over to Mannheim's bedside and pointed to it, asking, "This one." ”

"Okay, no problem", Stilwell turned to look at the boat on the canal, and he inhaled hard at the window, "The air is good, right?"

The river breeze smelled fishy, and Tarrant remembered what he had smelled at the falcon's underground docks, "I prefer the wild." ”

"Haha, I'm afraid I don't have much of a chance," Stilwell said, glancing across the river, "I've barely left the city since I've been here." You can take your gear off. ”

Tarant nodded, took off the dragon emblem and armor and put them into the spirit pattern bag, "Where do you put the equipment?" Whether it is Stilwell, Sia, or Mannheim, they don't have spirit pattern bags on their bodies, and they don't find refined equipment in the room, so they must be hiding somewhere.

Stilwell walked to the center of the room and stomped on a piece of the floor, and with a "click", the floor was upturned, revealing a sword hilt, "You can put it here." ”

"Is this your sword?" Hidden in the darkness, the blade was long as the hilt could be inferred, and Tarrant crouched down and placed the Spirit Pattern Bag next to the sword.

"Yes, I call it 'the stronger the stronger,'" Stilwell resets the floor, "two inches longer than your sword, very useful." ”

The system of the dragon emblem is biased towards the standard, and the two-inch-long two-handed giant sword is undoubtedly heavy, "Why don't you use the spirit pattern bag?"

Stilwell smiled mysteriously, his expression was proud, "I have a theory, it's called 'Time and Space Collapse' for the time being", and before Tarrant could answer, he immediately explained: "The Spirit Pattern Bag is a spell to create space, but the energy of time and space is the most powerful and difficult to control, this is a fact recognized by all mages, can we use a Spirit Pattern Bag to imprison a space? Impossible, impossible, sooner or later, the space of the Spirit Pattern Bag will collapse, cast energy, and devour the user." ”

Tarrant thought for a moment, "You've studied spells?"

"No, learning spells is boring. ”

"Is it mentioned in the spell book?"

"Of course not, the theory is very advanced. ”

"What did Shia say?"

"No, no, no," Stilwell waved his hand, "I found it all out, I proposed it, and it will prove right later." ”

"Well—that's a lot of fun", Tarrant had a preliminary conclusion, Stilwell was an interesting guy, "where's the gear for Shia and Mannheim?"

"Didn't you notice Thea's gear," Stilwell leaned over the paladin, "her dressing gown." ”

Tarrant recalled, "Open dressing gown?"

"Yes, it's no ordinary dressing gown, it's a legendary robe! You've heard its name: Crazy Slut!"

"Are you sure it's the name?" Tarrant stared into Stilwell's eyes.

"Of course, at night, late at night, you'll know its power! ”

Tarrant frowned, "You're kidding. ”

Stilwell said very seriously, "Of course not, what I said is all true, it's called a crazy slut!" He looked at Tarrant for a few seconds and then burst into laughter, "Hahaha! You're right, I'm kidding! Hahaha!" Sir you're smart, I like smart people, hahaha!"

Tarrant put on an innocent expression, "It's not hard to see through this lie. ”

"Let's go, I'll show you around", Stilwell patted Tarrant on the shoulder and walked downstairs, "You're not going to tell her this joke, are you?"

"She shouldn't mind. ”

The dwarf downstairs was looking at an unformed iron sword, the body of which was burned red, and faintly steaming, when he heard footsteps on the stairs he asked, "Sir, do you know metallurgy?"

Tarrant shook his head, "I don't know anything about blacksmithing. ”

"Then there is still something to learn", the dwarf slammed his sword across the chopping board, and the hammer slammed down to flash a cluster of sparks.

"Don't worry, I'll take Jazz to see our environment first," Stilwell patted the dwarf on the shoulder.

"Just call me Tarrant", the title of Jazz is somewhat ridiculous.

"Don't worry about the title," Stilwell stepped out the door, "Come on Sir".

In fact, Tarrant is no stranger to the layout of the Hongdu district, which is the main activity area of Siant, with a large number of exhibition halls and administrative departments, but the location of the blacksmith shop is an early residential group along the river, which belongs to the long-term quiet and insipid area, and does not make a special impression, Tarrant followed Stilwell on the gravel street, listening to the stories of each household.

"That's the dilapidated house of the commander of the security forces in Hongdu District," Stilwell said, pointing to an ordinary two-story house, the yellow-brown walls proving that it had been around for decades, the metal pattern guardrails at the windows were newly painted, and a row of small flower pots stood tall on the windowsill on the second floor, among which a few bright flowers stood up.

"What is the relationship between the commander and us?" Tarrant, of course, refers to the subordinate relationship, and we are both security forces, so should we have the right to command.

"The commander's name is Ridley, a young man who has passed the age of marriage but is not married. ”

Tarrant glanced at Stilwell quizzically, not understanding what the explanation meant.

Stilwell lowered his voice, "He's courting Thea, but it's still undecided. One advantage was that the security forces of the Hondo district became the main source of business for the blacksmiths, and Mannheim took care of the day-to-day needs. ”

"There's no other connection? I mean the connection within the security forces. ”

"No, we're just at our disposal," Stilwell pointed upwards with his index finger, "the highest, others don't know and don't need to know that we exist." ”

"Can it be understood in this way, the ordinary security forces do not know about the Hunting Department, and the other secret groups of the Hunting Department do not know each other. ”

"That's right, we don't have a chance to meet the other partners unless it's a special mission. ”

Tarrant then asked, "Did you meet anyone else on a particular mission?"

"You're curious, are all of them like this?" Stilwell smiled, "I know of another group, it's purely a personal discovery, I can share it with you, but you have to keep it a secret." ”