Frank promised, and things were much easier.

They are the door that comes out of the window again.

It turns out that in addition to drugs, Frank himself has a talent for tossing and turning, and can quietly jump to the ground on the brick roof, leading Mogan to the designated location, a house with a cast high wall in the corner of the town.

From the outside of the wall, you can see that it is a small two-story building, similar to the rest of the town, surrounded by various natural vegetation, and from the outside you can see the top of the tree, but you can only see the sharp corners of the house illuminated by the light, and at first glance it even looks like it is buried in it.

In addition to being obscured by high walls, the difference between the residence and the neighborhood is that it is made of wooden structures.

After five years of travel, Mogan is a very experienced businessman, and he can probably judge the minimum amount of assets that the stall owner can hold based on the amount of funds and risk tolerance when he sweeps the stall, and of course, he has analyzed Boss Fleming very early.

The cost of this residence and the assets can basically match, but Mo Gan, who accounts for the majority of the place, really did not expect it.

Defense.

Seeing that he kept watching, Frank panicked, "You don't want to go over the wall again, do you?" ”

Stop but can't stop, let and don't want to stop, Mo Gan wants to force it, he can't stop it.

But Frank subconsciously walked to the front, trying to block a path in a way that covered his ears and stole the bell.

Mogan looked strange, "Who do you think of me?" ”

"So what are you doing here? There's nothing here, waking me up in the middle of the night just to ask for directions? ”

"Nothing." Mogan tilted his head slightly and pointed above the wall, "Who still has the lights on in the middle of the night?" ”

Frank froze.

Indeed, Fleming's owner's residence is not even as simple as "turning on the lights".

It's literally lit, and the whole house is inside and out, and you can see the inside from the outside in the middle of the night.

Mogan continued to ask, "Boss Fleming spends most of the time with you today, right?" I don't think he should have time to rest. ”

"I've been looking at the stall since I went back, and he's just sitting in the back and watching what's going on." Frank is submissive.

After all, it is a pure novice guarding his stall, and at this time, I am afraid that it is not more reassuring than watching the stall by himself.

"Then do you know what family members Boss Fleming has?"

"I heard that Boss Fleming has a young daughter, but I haven't seen ......" Frank shook his head, "When I first came to the hotel, I heard the owner chatting with the owner of the hotel and asking how the family education was going, whether the daughter was doing well, and whether she was well-behaved. ”

"Homeschooling?"

Mogan was puzzled.

Generally, this kind of town will have a special school for children to teach. Home teaching requires a tutor, which is a project that many aristocrats who have both leisure and money will come up with, mainly because they feel that the learning environment is better and more efficient in a home with expensive decorations.

But looking at the simple structure of these residences, the Fleming boss did not seem to treat everything to aristocratic standards, and the merchant who paid so much attention to the importance of appearance could clearly confirm this by contacting the shops that were not very refined in appearance before.

"Boss Fleming is rich, isn't that normal?" Frank was a little confused.

At this moment, Mogan faintly heard footsteps on the other side of the house and walked towards the door.

Even Frank noticed it, and stepped back, just about to say something in a low voice.

Mogan simply covered his mouth while expanding the range of a small spell.

Some people really don't have the consciousness that some people have more sensitive senses, and they can basically hear the whispers of others clearly.

However, since Mogan was frustrated by pretending to be young and ignorant in his childhood, he has developed a good habit of suppressing his presence with a range spell at any time, to guard against anyone who is always on guard against the prying eyes of others.

It was then that he was completely sure that the upper limit of magic was unpredictable, and that it was never a bad thing to be vigilant.

And the person who came showed only half of his back at the door. Out of concealment requirements, the two people hiding on the side, including Mogan, did not dare to go out directly to look, only a little faint body movement, and the person outside the door should be a woman.

There were two people inside and outside the door, about a meter apart, sometimes nodding their heads and seeming to be talking.

The head seems to be white, but I don't know why it looks a little big, not like the white hair of the merman Austin.

It's like ......

Plush hats? Or something else?

"They don't know each other very well, like?"

Frank was farther away, and his eyes weren't as pointed.

Mogan turned his head, "How do you know?" ”

But as soon as he finished speaking, Frank repented again.

Because he saw two people walk out, and the person inside the door was none other than Boss Fleming, and the other was blocked behind him.

Fleming suddenly closed the distance for some reason, and seemed to sniff the other person's shoulder and neck, and then the other person did the same. After making a gesture of goodwill, Fleming waved and closed the door.

"Could it be the proprietress of the house? I didn't know there was a proprietress yet, but the main Fleming boss was so idle that he felt more like a bachelor, and I felt the same way knowing that he had a daughter. Frank's mind jumped to the odd.

“…… Don't just change your assumptions. Mogan was a little speechless.

He really wanted to boast about it.

Judging from the alienated body movements, the range of movements of these two people is not large, and the small nodding accompanied by greeting is also implicit politeness, and the length of time is not greeting, just polite, and the normal physical distance is not far or close, which also means that each other is vigilant.

Sniffing the side of the neck is actually the etiquette of greeting a certain race, and few people can apply this knowledge point in practice.

Mainly because there are other things that are more compelling.

The figures of the two people finally stopped blocking each other,

"Who the hell are these?" Frank saw it clearly and shuddered, "What, how did you look like this?!" ”

The woman who walked out finally showed her true face.

It's a woman indeed, but not quite.

She has a head in the shape of a goat, and under her legs are sheep's hooves with spiked boots, and the exposed parts of her clothes can be seen to be covered with white fluff, but she has the characteristics of a human figure, and naturally looks like a woman from the back.

- but a little more white, fluffy "hat".

Mogan wasn't stingy this time, after all, it wasn't a problem.

"They are half-orcs, from the Arcane Forest in the eastern part of the kingdom of Kohl."

"I thought about it too." Frank quickly explained, "It's just never seen before...... No, who are they referring to? ”

Mo Gan didn't answer, just looked at the situation in front of him.

The woman with the head of a sheep walked out of the back door of the village, her hooves gently trampling on the lawn and quietly blending into the night.

A mystery has been solved.

Many people disguised themselves precisely because many of the aborigines in Pandora's Bazaar were orcs in real life.

Half-orcs are born with the animal habits of a small group of subfamilies, such as diurnal and nocturnal habits that can be forcibly adjusted, and so on. The unusual wooden houses also explain this, as the orcs are more affectionate towards wooden materials because they are born in the woods.

As for the high walls, of course, they are meant to block the view.

For Mogan, this is not something that is incomprehensible.

Although the multi-ethnic kingdom of Kohl is openly opposed to the exclusion of other races, there is also a deep-seated stereotype of orcs, just as most people think that the mermaids are fierce and the dragons are strong and brainless.

It's not just that their strange appearance makes them less intimate, but due to the different branches within the group, the orcs with a keen sense of smell, quick movements, or infinite strength have always been a symbol of "barbarian rudeness".

If you want to be a businessman, this impression is obviously not conducive to the credibility of your foundation.

Especially at the beginning of the business.

When the other party was convinced from the beginning that the person they were trading with was just a humanoid beast, the deal was half the battle.

This is not even just a racial difference. Even if you are of the same race, your ragged clothes are very different from those of your dress, and you will naturally receive different eyes from others. Compared to people, who rely on clothes and horses and saddles, the appearance of half-orcs is natural.

But Mogan can also understand the underlying reasons for this.

- The tribe lives in the Arcane Forest, and the orcs have the best supply of magical materials, and all the products supplied are bathed in the energy of the Enchanted Forest, both in quality and quantity.

If Morgan's life had been a half-orc, he would have found a way to establish a sales channel that would not be made by middlemen.

And the reason why it is not "one orc" but "many half-orcs", and a large part of the bazaar is people who need to disguise themselves from time to time, I am afraid that the reason is that the orcs are actually a race that is good at supporting each other, and after confirming that they are of the same race, they will provide each other with a variety of help.

Naturally, it also includes making money.

After finding a way to repatriate Frank, Mogan did not follow him directly, but chose a workaround.

He briefly recalled the main roads in this area, the various ways to detour, and based on this, he analyzed the direction in which the sheep orc woman was walking, and worked out a possible route, and finally judged that she should be going to the port of St. Lun.

Of course, the speed of the sheep is faster than that of a normal person, and the end point is not completely certain, and Mogan also knows that he has to use some unique skills.

So he conjured his half-dragon form, and added a little more scales to make himself more "dragon".

It was dark and sparsely populated, and his dark wings and scaly appearance allowed him to hide himself in the night sky.

Mogan flew quietly at high altitude and soon caught the figure of the white goat and half-orc.

In the woods, the soft white hair is really eye-catching, and it is a live target.

Looking down on the route from above, he could naturally confirm that his guess was true, and Mogan also took the first step, landing far ahead first, and then "tracking" in front. He "followed" all the way to the port, only to stop at the main traffic artery, pretending to be waiting for someone, and then watched the Aries orc, who had not made any other disguise, go straight to the place where the ship was moored.

She got on the boat, but Mogan's pupils contracted, and there was a little shock for a while.

- because that's the ship of the Blue Eagle Pirate Ship.

In the middle of the night, he went to other people's residences and talked to the well-connected Fleming boss, who was a bit of a local snake, but in fact the half-beast woman of the sheep clan who was not familiar with him happened to be from the Blue Eagle Pirate Regiment, which had a lot of action during the day.

The clues obtained are chaotic and confusing, but at the sudden time node, an unexpected and strange closed loop is formed.