It is said to be a city, but it is actually more like a large fortress, as the junction of the north and the 100,000 mountains, the possible beast tide and the attack of the dark elves have been threatening the security of the north, so you can see ordinary people wearing swords everywhere in the city, as well as soldiers patrolling back and forth.

Al looked at this scene, and couldn't help but think of the snow fortress in the west, how similar the two places were, both of them were simple and strong. He thought of his comrades who fought together in the Snow Fortress, of the sacrificed warriors of the West, of Freeman, of Medea.

Thinking of Medea, his heart still hurts a little, and to this day he still doesn't understand, why did Medea betray him?

According to the original plan, under the guidance of Ollie, Al and his party arrived at a tavern of considerable size, the Gray Cat Tavern. Pushing open the door of the tavern, perhaps because of the daytime, the tavern was deserted and there were not many customers.

In the corner of the hotel there were a few idle thugs gambling together, and they laughed and scolded from time to time, and occasionally teased the maid who passed by, causing a coquettish reprimand, and then a burst of laughter.

The other maids slept on their stomachs on their tables, as if they were recuperating for the night's business, which was not an easy task to deal with the big men with their brains all night.

Just behind the counter, a big man who looked like a shopkeeper was carefully wiping the cup. He had a scar on his face that looked vicious. With a strong tendon and flesh, his clothes bulging as if they were about to burst, he looked less like a businessman and more like a terrorist who killed and set fires.

This is not a strange thing, if you want to run a bar in peace and security in such a place, Mr. Yes will never be able to do it, you have to have the strength and skill.

The movement of a large group of people in Al alarmed the shopkeeper, and he looked up and grinned, revealing the gold teeth embedded in his mouth: "Welcome to the Gray Cat Tavern, there are enough drinks to order, and if you want to stay, there are just a spare room." ”

Ollie walked over, coughed lightly, and said slowly: "We are a merchant from the west, and we want to come here to buy some skins, but we are not familiar with the place, I wonder if the shopkeeper can introduce us?"

The shopkeeper put down the wine glass in his hand and asked, "What kind of skin do you want?"

"Wolf skin, the whiter the better. ", Ollie replied.

The shopkeeper shook his head, "There are no wolf skins here, you are in the wrong place." ”

"Please do me a favor, we can come up with this number. Ollie spread out his big hand and compared the number "five".

"It's not just a day or two. ", the shopkeeper continued.

"So we've been staying with you for the past few days. Ollie grinned.

The shopkeeper nodded and beckoned, "Come with me." As he spoke, he turned around and walked to the back of the store, shouting as he walked: "Bunnies, if I come back and find that a bottle of wine is missing, I will screw off your heads!"

"Yes, Daddy. The thugs grinned.

The shopkeeper led Al and his party to a large house behind the hotel, presumably this is the hotel, although there is no luxurious decoration, but it is better to be clean, and it can be seen that it is cleaned frequently. After introducing El and the others into a room, the shopkeeper carefully locked the door, stared at Ollie and asked nervously, "Are you from the West?"

Ollie nodded, then pointed at Al and said, "This is the boss sent from above, in charge of the work of the entire North, you want her Mr. Allen." As planned, he didn't reveal Al's identity.

The shopkeeper gave Al a slightly suspicious look, obviously suspicious of his age, but he immediately straightened his face and hid his doubts well. According to the rules, as long as he is on the code, he is a comrade, and no matter what these strangers say, he should believe it.

Al found a chair and sat down, asking, "What's your name here?"

"Steve, they all call me Master Steve. The shopkeeper hurriedly replied.

"How many credible men do you have here, and how many can you mobilize?", said Al Juvent.

"If it were a normal job, I could call twenty or thirty people, but there were few credible people. Steve's said with some embarrassment, he was afraid that Al would not like it, and hurriedly added: "This is the junction of the northern border and the 100,000 mountains, and the army is stationed. Otherwise, they will be arrested by the army, regardless of the law, and they will be killed directly for the crime of disturbing the army. When he saw so many people coming, he thought that the boss wanted to make something big in the north, and he was quite apprehensive.

"So I can move them in general, but they're not outlaws. ”

Al waved his hand, "Don't be nervous, I know you're just an ordinary intelligence station here, and there's nothing big to launch." Steve breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"It's a little clever. Al silently thought in his eyes, a spy who has been lurking in the north for many years can reveal his emotions so easily? Al didn't believe it, it was nothing more than this Steve seeing his new boss and putting himself in a weak position, trying to win a favor.

"What's going on in the north during this time?, how can you be so heavily guarded?", Al straightened up and asked the question he was most concerned about.

"I've been looking into this for a long time. Steves lowered his voice and said, "About half a month ago, martial law began here inexplicably, and I thought something big was happening in this city." ”

"But I heard from the merchants who came and went that martial law had begun to fall on the entire northern border, and I don't know what happened. Anyway, there are all kinds of rumors, and it is not easy to drive away those long ears, and everyone is panicking. He opened a tavern, and rumors and scandals from all over the world will gather to him, and the news is the most well-informed.

"Martial law has begun in the whole of the North, is there really something serious?", Al frowned, "Are there any rumors that you think are more reliable, tell them and listen to them." ”

"There are different opinions, some say that there is a problem with the army, or even a rebellion, and some say that there are traces of long ears in the territory, and the northern army is pursuing. ”

"But the most likely rumor is that the Duke of Reinhardt may not be able to do it. ”