"Do you really think you'll be able to get the information you want by word of mouth from those imps, or do you just want him to be bait for those who have fallen into the dust?" said Dean, an adventurer, who was pouring an amber liquid into a glass. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Moving back a little time, here is a tavern of less than a hundred square meters, located on the corner of the street near the breakwater along the White River. After watching the boy run into a nearby alley in front of the church, Flick turned to the tavern.

After learning about the Lemongrass incident, they would occasionally meet at various places at the Gate of the North to exchange some of the latest information they had on each other. This tavern is a nice spot that has recently been discovered, and Dean is quite pleased with the wine on offer.

For some reason, adventurers, like pirates, give the impression of drinking and if they are not exploring the mountains or monuments, or they gather in taverns to wait for work. In fact, there are often fewer jobs that allow them to go on "adventures", and more often than not, they are still drinking.

Dean and his companions had not received any new commissions in the last few days, and he also advocated that they should rest to recharge their batteries after making a fortune, so most of their fellow adventurers chose the usual way of resting, and he also found Frick in his spare time.

Unlike him, who became a "hero", Dean's name did not appear in the press, as if they had not been involved in the Lemonglass affair in the first place. According to Dean himself, this was what he asked of Sir Leinster, and it seemed that too much fame was not necessarily a good thing for the adventurer.

"Wasn't that what you gave me about this in the first place?"

Flick didn't like alcohol, so he just took a sip of pomegranate wine mixed with water: "My father, Stella Sierra Leone has been here for a long time, and the best way to find people who might know his whereabouts is to go to those who have come to venture at the same time. ”

Although they had only known each other for a short time, Flick didn't think he needed to hide his father's last traces from him. Although my father is only one of the many people who came to Zhongbei many years ago to venture and lost his trace, his achievements may still be remembered by many people.

Perhaps for adventurers who also want to set foot in the far reaches of the North, Stella Sierra Leone is a landmark that can be called a signpost. And the fact that he died here in the end also made a large number of adventurers who wanted to become famous choose to follow in his footsteps to explore the end of the north.

Frick then traded a copy of his father's notes in exchange for Dean's experience as an adventurer and his connections to find his father's traces. And if he is interested, he can also make a copy of other notes that he can find later.

Even the same note has different value in the hands of a scribe and an adventurer.

"Yes, they should be the most appropriate people to ask questions. Dean took a slight sip of his wine and lowered his voice, "But you better know that eleven out of ten of those who can't get back to their hometown aren't good people, or they wouldn't be living in that kind of place." ”

Emerging cities naturally attract people from all over the world, and those who often come to the city with a variety of legal identities at the beginning. Adventurers, mercenaries, merchants, and young people who came in search of opportunities were all filled with hope when they first set foot in the city.

But when they really face the life they once dreamed of, they find that this place is not much different from the place where they used to live. As for adventurers or mercenaries, they also face greater risks when they get the opportunity, and some of them lose the belief to continue working under the blow of reality.

The heart has become weak, the will has been broken, and when they are unable to cope with the day-to-day life for various reasons, not all of them have the funds to retire and live - so it is not surprising that the frustrated do anything in the midst of poverty.

He was also an adventurer, and those who were disappointed were his predecessors, but Dean did not give them anything to pay respect. Losing faith and eventually becoming a member of the city's slums, living under the influence of alcohol every day, is indeed beyond respect.

Especially those adventurers who have escaped from the control of the guild, many of them have become criminals, so they are disqualified from even the most basic swords for a living. Some of them became robbers, using force to plunder ordinary people, while others wandered the black market and survived by buying and selling contraband.

And the reason why they end up in the slums of the city is only because it is a chaotic zone under the jurisdiction of the government, a seedbed for all kinds of evil. Even if the garrison made regular rounds of those places, there would be no way to completely eradicate the rats that roam the corners of the city.

"Thank you for your concern, Dean. I think you're right - after all, almost all people don't like to take the initiative to get into trouble, especially with people who have given up everything. ”

He shook the glass in his hand slightly, the red crystal liquid flickering in the light: "But the problem is, it's unknown whether the consequences of doing this are worse than doing nothing." If you stop because you are afraid of the possibility of loss, you will not get anything. ”

Some alchemists believe that alcohol can sublimate people's minds and enlighten their intelligence, but Frick does not believe that this thing can reveal a way out of the current predicament. Rather than relying on something that wasn't reliable at all, he was willing to try Dean's approach.

When my father came to the Gate of the North, which was still a small town, the Guild had not yet set up a branch here, and there were not as many people who ventured to the Northlands as it does now. As a result, Stella Sierra Leone's large-scale adventures in this area have earned him the honor of being a forerunner.

As a step ahead, Frick could hardly find any record of adventurers who were contemporaries of his father's operations in the Terminus. In fact, Frick had hoped to continue his investigation through normal means, such as finding veteran adventurers who had been operating at the Gate of the End of the North since more than a decade ago.

However, the result was even more troublesome than he expected, as the status bar of the oldest qualified adventurer registered here already had the words "lost contact" attached to it. Most of the others have also left the city, and among the adventurers who are still active on the front lines, the earliest ones are only a few groups that were registered seven years ago.

After all, the adventurer itself is a high-risk profession, and if you investigate in the mountains or ruins, you may be wiped out if there is some accident. Moreover, these people are also quite mobile, and when there is a task commission, they will go to a designated place, and will not be limited to a base.

Therefore, it is not easy to find someone to consult based on the records of the guild, because strictly speaking, the guild is only a loose body that helps adventurers to help each other and maintain simple rules to govern, and does not yet have the right to fully bind the groups registered here.

In fact, in addition to professional adventurers registered with the guild, there are also various adventure groups that have been established with financial support from members of the community. Because they are not supervised by the guilds, it is only natural that specific records of their actions will not pass into the hands of the guilds.

Faced with this situation of not being able to find information from the water, Dean naturally suggested another solution he knew—to find the adventurers who had escaped the guild's control. While the channel is difficult to guarantee, those people may have more information than their guilds.

Perhaps Frick's luck was good this time, and he easily found a street boy to use as eyeliner, and he probably knew some former adventurers who lived in the slums - and then it was up to him to see if the boy could find the less kind people.

"That's what you say...... But I always felt that something wasn't quite right. ”

So this time it was Dean's turn to be silent, although as an adventurer registered with the Guild, he should not have said it, but in fact, the Guild would choose to refuse to provide information on those reasons, which puzzled him. Ever since the previous guild leader chose to move his headquarters in the southern part of the empire to Lylva closer to the north, he has gained considerable control over all aspects of the activities of the adventurers in the Northlands.

After his death, the position of guild leader was no longer in existence, and a series of funders, investigators, and committees grew to replace their original rights. These bodies may not always be united, but sometimes they are confrontational or united, and now that the guild has chosen to cover up the news about Stella Sierra Leone, he can't help but wonder if it has something to do with their internal disputes.

He recalls that during the time when Stella Sierra Leone was active, the most powerful group in the guild was the Steering Committee, and in recent years, those who had access to funding had taken their place as the most active and vocal body in the guild.

But some relatively independent groups can avoid being held hostage by funding sources, so it is always possible to grow slowly in the corners. Therefore, in order to consolidate his rights, in the places where the lower-level adventurers did not pay attention, the guild of the trade had already experienced bloody storms.

Dean didn't know much about the fights between the men above, but what he heard made him disgusted and terrified of how the organization was working. He understood Flick's desire to continue exploring the news, but he was anxious to approach the hidden door.

So he poured himself another glass of wine.