When he returned to Andorhar, he sold the deer. Not only did he earn twenty-seven silver coins, but he also had a beautiful meal. Twenty-seven silver coins...... If you are an ordinary hunter, how long can you live with this money? Perhaps in this era of almost universal farming, the cost of money may not be very large.

I like to think about this kind of useless question.

Two more days later, His Highness Fred's interest in the tour remained undiminished. But I can't stay any longer. The deer I hit seems to be really in trouble. When I learned about the city's notice of wanted poachers, I saw guards in front of the hotel where I was staying interrogating me.

Could it be that this guy who shot is something?

They mentioned that their adult was called Terossos...... I don't seem to remember the name, but I seem to have an impression in my memory. It's just that it feels a little familiar, but I can't remember where I've heard it.

I can't guarantee that anything good or miraculous will happen after I get caught. For example, I was personally interrogated by the Baron of Terosus, who was conquered by me when he saw me, and then when he found out that I had a special skill, he spared my life and became good friends with me. The probability of this shit should be almost zero.

What if he has a bad temper? I don't think it's like that guy said, just hang up and beat up. In case he gets drunk and hears about me, he specifies that he must cut off a certain place, such as a finger or an entire hand, in order to make an example...... Then I'm not just done. If I had shot his favorite guard, it would not have been impossible for me to be beheaded.

But that guy's reaction before the conflict was ...... state after the arrow. What if I shoot him? Then the possibility of being castrated is not impossible, and then being hacked to death or hanged is basically a certainty.

I've cleaned the blood from the horse, but the equipment doesn't seem to be well hidden. In that case, don't look unpleasant here. Giving up on tracking Fred, I hurried out of Andorhar.

It's a hassle to avoid patrols on the road, because there are people on the other side, people like me, not fools. It's a lot of trouble to fool them. And this trouble becomes a conflict. In case I miss and kill a few more, the difficulty of my task will be directly increased by a few levels. So in order to avoid trouble, I had to choose to take the more remote path.

As this turned out to be true, I overestimated the interest and enthusiasm of the guards in the mountains to catch the poacher.

The time spent in the mountains and forests has increased exponentially, and even a day of walking can only cover a few hills. I didn't want to suffer this sin after a day of walking, so I chose to go on overnight. From nightfall to early morning. It seems that it is too sinful not to have a little brain.

But that night, before dawn, as I crossed a mountain gorge, I noticed a sign on the side of the road that said that there was a town in front of me called Xikou Town. And the signage in Lordaeron City points in the same direction. It looks like it's coming.

I didn't dare to go into the town to rest, so I ran until daylight. After an afternoon of sleep in the surrounding woods, we continued on our way. After two days of running on, the sign for Lordaeron was hung at the top of the sign.

My feelings about this city are very complicated. Both familiar and unfamiliar. I've only seen the tip of the iceberg after it became a ruin, that is, the king's palace, but I really have no idea about the scale of the largest city in the northern kingdom.

Following the crowd into the city, I slowly walked through the towering gates of Lordaeron. The winter sun in the afternoon is cold and dazzling, and it is neither wet nor cold.

The architecture of Lordaeron is more pompous than that of Alterac and Riptide. Relief carvings can be seen everywhere on the houses on both sides of the street, basically three-storey buildings along the street pull out the momentum of the city at once, and these buildings are not only decorated with plants, but also colorful flags and other textile pendants. The shops along the street are bigger than any city I've ever seen. When you pass by the door, you can see the exquisite products displayed in the store.

Some sell bread, others roast goose. Some are tailor shops, and some are silk and satin houses. The street is very wide and full of people. In terms of the number of people alone, this is the most crowded city in China.

Standing on the street, looking down at the stone pavement beneath your feet, you look up, and far away, you can see the spire of a castle. I laughed in my heart, this is what it was like before it was destroyed.

Raise your head, the sun shining on my face. I hope the city will never be gloomy.

I pulled out the envelope and asked the pedestrians about the place. After asking more than two dozen passers-by, the location of the fountain depicted on the picture was finally determined. Next to a small square not very far from the King's Castle.

The square is small and cute, with a small fountain in the middle, and some stone benches on the edge of the fountain, on which some children sit and play. The most eye-catching around the square are a bakery, a leather goods shop and a tailor's shop. But I didn't find a place to live.

I really don't know what the person who wrote this letter thinks, I'm afraid there is something wrong with my brain? It would be nice to write it down directly. After comparing the pictures for a long time, I finally found a clue. In addition to the fountain, there is also a stone bench. And where the statue on the fountain stretched out its hand......

I squinted in that direction. There is a building where the windows on the second and third floors are not only not opened, but also undecorated. That should be it.

But how to get into this building makes it easy for me to find it. Finally, the back of this large row of buildings pondered how to get in and out of this room. I really wanted to climb straight up to the second floor from the front and go through the window to get in.

You have to go into this building to have a small courtyard, but the courtyard is locked...... Residents in the neighborhood say that it has always been unoccupied. It's not good to kick the door, it's only to unlock it. But this small courtyard with a high and deep wall is locked from the inside. If you climb over the wall and enter it in broad daylight, you will not be able to call the guards by enthusiastic citizens.

To be on the safe side, wait until the evening before going in. The people looking for this house are really interesting, there are no hints, no specific address, no house number, no keys, nothing! That's what toss me to play.

After finding an inn to store my horses there, I began to pedal around where I was staying. After I turned around the two dozen or so streets centered on where I lived, I already had a rough three-dimensional image in my mind and the location of the buildings in my favor. This is an important lesson to learn at Ravenhold.

When the number of pedestrians on the street gradually decreased, they came to this place again. Many of the surrounding windows were lit with candlelight, but the two windows were still black. Seeing that there was no one around, he climbed up the tall but not smooth wall in three or two steps. Turned over and fell into the courtyard.

I turned around and touched the lock, and the dust and rust on my fingertips told me that the lock had been locked for a long time.

The courtyard is not big, about forty or fifty square meters. There was a stall by the wall, which had leaked a little, and outside the horse trough that was thrown there, and nothing else. The door of the building facing the courtyard gate was closed. Looking up slightly, I lifted my eyelids and looked at the windows around me. This place makes me feel a little unsure.

With a slight movement of my right hand, I gently pulled out a long dagger from my waist.

Walking slightly to the point of being vague is the bottom line of Ravenhold's training requirements. Of course, I basically passed.

I felt under the eaves of the building, leaned sideways against the door frame, and looked inside, but it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything. The door was still locked. I gently put away the dagger, pulled out the short dagger on my waist and bit it in my mouth, and then took out the lock-picking tool I carried with me. It's a little nervous, but it's a great sneaky feeling.

Well...... Great.

It's fun to open this lock. After stabbing for a long time, I found that this lock couldn't be opened at all, and I didn't know what was stuffed inside, but it couldn't be opened. Isn't this fucking causing me trouble? A lock that I can't even open...... What's in it to be so thief-proof!

Putting away the tools, I hung them directly on the eaves and climbed up to the second-floor windowsill. The windows on the second floor could not be opened, so I had to continue to climb up. As a result, the windows on the third floor could not be opened! I was in a hurry, are you fucking sure you're not trying to make things difficult for me?

Climbing up to the window on the third floor, I realized that it wasn't so easy to go back. Climbing walls and windows wasn't too difficult for me, but I suddenly felt like I was being fooled. I gritted my teeth and cursed the lone wolf and the shabi who made the house like this. Climbing to the right along the upper edge of the window, I climbed up to the roof.

Squatting on the rooftop, I looked around and had almost a panoramic view of the surrounding city. The bustling scenery of thousands of lights could not calm the fire in my heart. There is also a half-raised attic on the roof. The attic is not big and has a small window on it.

With uncertainty in my mind, I pushed the small window, which really wouldn't open. But when I touched the window frame, I felt a keyhole in the corner of the frame. The man who built this house was really sick. Maybe I was sick too, so I not only took out my tools and stabbed them, but I also stabbed them open.

Cursing and swearing, he got in.

The attic was completely empty and there was nothing in it. Squatted down and touched the dust on the ground. It's been a long, long time since anyone has been here. The old wooden floor creaked. No matter how I adjusted the way my feet landed, they creaked as soon as they landed.

Opening the attic door, I made my way to the third floor from above, despite the creaking of the floor. The third floor is a whole floor, with only a bed, a table, and two chairs. Nothing else. In the dark, I couldn't see if there was anything on the bed. Anyway, there doesn't seem to be much else in the house. The front and back windows on the third floor were closed, and the faint light from the windows shone in through the mottled window glass.

When I walked to the table, I saw a piece of dusty paper and a key on it. I gently pinched the key, could it be the key on some door outside?

When I walked in, I found that the bed was covered with a thick blanket, and when I lifted the blanket, it was a quilt. Underneath the pillow I felt a long dagger and an envelope. You can feel what is in the envelope, a round, hard, patterned thing.

That's considerate.

Then I went up the stairs to the second floor. But as soon as I went down to the second floor and turned the corner, I pulled out both weapons in one fell swoop!

A familiar sensation suddenly struck, from the scalp along the back of the backbone to the root of the tail, and the hairs exploded instantly. It was the only time I felt scared when I ran for my life.

There was a figure sitting on the chair next to the table on the second floor!

I still remember, I had seen such the same black shadow before!