After walking around the town for a while, Butcher came to a damp and dark alley. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The beggars sat on a broken mat with bowls in front of them, their ragged clothes smelling disgusting, but their bright eyes showed no look of begging. These are spies of the Brotherhood, or more accurately, the gatekeepers of the Thieves' Guild. They are able to accurately distinguish between the identities of their own people, customers, and enemies.

Butcher glanced at him, and raised his leg to step over. The beggar's eyes suddenly burst into a fine light, and he reached out and drew the short knife under the bracket, and pounced on the strong man. Without saying a word, Butcher raised his kick and kicked the beggar in the stomach, sending him flying. Then he quickly elbowed down and slammed it into the back of the beggar's head.

The beggar lay motionless on the ground, and Butcher walked in without looking back. In the shadow of the alley, some figures appeared, all of them with sharp weapons in their hands, and surrounded them from all directions. Butcher spat on the ground and said, "In such a hurry to come and die?"

"Okay, all retreat, don't you know if this is a guest?" A secret door opened in the alley, and a long-haired man in a loose floral shirt came out. His face was shriveled and pale, and his stature was emaciated, like a habitual prisoner who had been imprisoned in a dungeon for a long time. "Look who this is, Kelmanga's butcher, what a rarity. ”

"I don't like that name. Butcher said, "Are you going to talk to me here, or will you let me in and sit down?"

"Of course, please come in, I don't dare stop you. ”

The room is a warehouse, full of large and small wooden boxes. Many chests had been opened, and inside were piled up with fluffy straw, and the crossbow was disassembled into parts and hidden among the straw. Many boxes were stacked crumblingly, and in the middle of such a pile of boxes, there was a secret door that went underground. The two men went in one after the other, through a dimly lit hallway, to a speakeasy.

"Make way for my friends, and you can go somewhere else. The thin man waved his hand, and in a short time the place was empty. Leave behind a long bar and lots of fragrant wines. Butcher sniffed it with his nose, and the clutter of the smell made it impossible for him to distinguish the brand, so he took a bottle from the table and gulped it down.

"It's been a long time since I've had this pleasure. Butcher wiped his mouth and said to the master of the land: "Silly bird, you owe me twice, give you a chance, and pay it back." ”

"Hey, number one, I don't owe you twice, once at most. Second, I'm not called a stupid bird, but a cuckoo, and there is a big difference between the two. ”

"Whatever. Butcher waved his hand and his eyes looked around: "Don't you have anything to eat here, my stomach is very hungry!"

"Nope. The thin man looked at Butcher with great interest: "Even if there is, the things here are stained with other people's saliva, are you willing to eat? By the way, why are you so depressed now, you can't even eat? Do you want to come to me to make it, I have always been very generous, and I appreciate you very much." ”

"Admire the! If I came to you, you'd be trying to kill me all day. The scar on Butcher's face twitched, and he said, "I've come to you because of your old business." Did you know there's a great druid nearby?"

"Oh, you're here for this too? A week ago, the guild in Nebo Town inquired about it. But they were too stingy, so I gave them some superficial information. The cuckoo licked his lips and leaned forward: "There is a great druid, and it is worth a vote, let's do it together, shall we do it together?" ”

The so-called worthwhile vote is nothing more than robbery, theft or extortion, all of which are illegal transactions. Most of the work only needs to be done by the thieves themselves, and now that the thin man values Butcher's fighting ability, it means that this matter is tricky and may require brute force to solve. Two hundred gold coins was enough for Butcher to get through for a while, but he obviously didn't want to have too much connection with the thieves.

"Tell me about the Great Druid first, and don't fool me. ”

"Don't dare, don't dare. I don't want the entire guild to become a pool of blood, and the tragedy of Kelmanga is enough for once. Cuckoo said.

From the town of Vatow to the seaside city of Magnima, all the way to the area controlled by the goblins. It is a dangerous swamp with no known safe roads to navigate, except for a river with water all year round. The Yoda River connects the two places and provides ample water for the swamps in the area. The town of Vato and the goblin city of Magnima are constantly fighting on the river, trying to push the battle line into the opposing area. But if you can't control the swamp, just one river is not enough to wipe out the opponent.

"The Great Druid lives in the swamp, and he has something to do with the goblins, so the goblins never attack him. "On two or three occasions," said the cuckoo, "the goblins captured some of the caravans, and it was this great druid who brokered and ransomed them. ”

"So, this is still a good guy?" Butcher was a little strange.

"Maybe, no one can tell. The cuckoo said, "This druid is a little crazy, and the man I sent was beaten by him and thrown to the goblin." Luckily, the man was clever enough to escape from the goblins, otherwise I would have thought he had been killed by the swamp. ”

"It's not that you've sent someone who isn't a good guy at all. Butcher laughed, "I think that person deserves it." ”

"Hmph, do you think you'll be treated better if you go, and do you say you're a good guy or a bad guy?" Cuckoo tapped his finger on the table, "My men told me that there are many goblin tributes from Magnima where the druids live, including jewels and artworks. As you know, there are many valuable things left over from the past in Magnima that are worth the risk. ”

"Tell me where that druid lives, how to get there safely, and I'll kill you once. ”

"Hey, we're good friends, are you in such a hurry to leave me?" Although the thin man said this, his hands were not idle, and he quickly drew a map. Butcher glanced twice and saw that it was marked in great detail, listing rivers, hillocks, and easily recognizable landmarks.

"Butcher, you saved my life when you were in Kelmanga, and I will never forget it, to be honest, I have never been scared in my life, but when I saw you come out of the blood and fire, I was really scared, and I thought I was going to die. Half the city is dead, how can I be spared? I've always wondered why you let me go and kill me?"

Butcher's index finger trembled slightly, as if the fierce battles and frenzied killings of that day had reappeared. He didn't want to talk about it, so he picked up the dark beer and took a few sips, then grabbed the map and stuffed it into his pocket. Butcher stood up, his tall figure completely enveloping the speakeasy. He said to the cuckoo, "A word of advice, don't trouble that great druid, because a bunch of paladins are eyeing him." Whether this druid is good or evil, there is no room for you to interfere anymore. ”

"You don't end up with paladins, they can find out who you are at any time, and then you will be greeted by judgment. The thin man persuaded: "You and they are not all the way, and no one will give you fairness and shelter." ”

Butcher turned his head and looked at the cuckoo, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "No, I found a very interesting person, maybe this person can give me what I want." Trial, I'm not worried much about that anymore. ”