Everyone sat on the wooden bench in the most comfortable position - except for Yao, who was still wiping the stool under his ass and the table in front of him.

The chubby boss brought the food that was carefully prepared, and the drink was an ale from the deepest part of the cellar, cool and sweet. The group gathered around the inn's fireplace, and the sound of burning firewood could help drown out their conversation. But Siegel kept his voice down, only letting his companions hear.

"I am directly under the orders of Lord Count Siegel, and this mission is to investigate a manor suspected of being a believer in the god of murder. He said, "The Assassins of the God of Murder have attacked the Lord of Myr twice, and have been listed as enemies of the Heim Realm. According to the clues, they are hiding in a manor near the city of Kebe, which is our destination. ”

"The god of murder?" said Aemon, "the evil god who dies when he is targeted?" is much harder than searching for treasure, and you have to pay for it. ”

"I don't want to get you involved in the fight, I just need you to crack the trap or trap - if that manor has such a thing. Siegel said, "You're just technicians, and I've made that clear to Yao. ”

The gnome nodded, acknowledging that there was such a thing.

"In addition to that, there may be a need to rescue someone from their estate. ”

"This one needs to be added to the money, for sure. Ammon looked at Naria and asked for her support.

"It is a righteous act to save people from the cultists of the God of Murder. Arnomen said, "We are willing to help you." ”

"But that doesn't mean there are no additional costs. Ammon pursed his lips and blew the hair on his cheeks, "Jay, all three of them are embarrassed to speak. So I have to say this. We are in need of gold. ”

"If you show professionalism. I can report this to the earl. Siegel said.

Ammon leaned over Evan and put his hand on the shoulder and said, "I just like employers like that, you know?"

Evan rubbed his forehead vigorously, not knowing what he should say.

The dwarf clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention, and said, "Put the matter of remuneration aside for now, and concentrate on hearing me." It's not an easy task, God of Murder - oh my God. They're basically the toughest class to deal with - I speculate they're made up of evil priests, assassinated warriors, and technicians who use poisons, traps, and maybe even have raised their own fighting teams. This is by far the biggest challenge we've faced!"

"More trouble than the Lich?" Aeon asked.

The dwarf nodded: "So this time, everyone put away the mood of joking and must devote themselves to the task." Don't think about the extra bounty yet, being able to earn 1,500 gold coins is the first thing to do. At the moment we know very little about the target, so a full investigation is needed. ”

He looked at Siegel, who waved his hand and said, "Mr. Yao." Just tell me what plan you have, and I'll fully cooperate. ”

"We're going to enter Cabe as a squad that has completed the previous mission. While renovating, I was looking for a new job. Yao En pulled out a thick booklet from his backpack with various hand-drawn maps in it. He put on his glasses, rummaged through it for a while, then pulled out a piece of blackened parchment and said, "Look, this is a treasure map from the past—by the way, it's a forgery, it's useless—I found it a long time ago, and thought it would be a good job. We were commissioned by Heim Collar to verify the authenticity of the treasure map. The treasure didn't exist, so we only got four hundred and twenty gold coins, which is seventy gold coins each. The winter in the north is too cold, so we decided to spend the winter here and earn some money by the way, do you understand?"

"The question is, where did the four hundred and twenty gold come from?" asked Aemon with a blush.

"Gold or precious stones?" Siegel glanced at the gnome, knowing in his heart that he was planning to get some advance. There was no problem with this, Siegel felt that the credit of these people was far more than a few hundred gold coins, so he did not hesitate to take out a money bag. "The Chamber of Commerce in Rabbit Ear Harbor also has a payment voucher that can also be used as a gold coin, but I'm afraid it's too far south for you to spend it. ”

Naria blinked, looked at Siegel's purse, and said, "Half of the gold and half of the gems, we've always been like this." ”

"There's an inn in Kebb City called Nanhaiwang, which is owned by one of my people, the dwarf Jag Carter, a fierce smoker but a kind man, and a very strict mouth, so we can live there, and then we can go our separate ways. Yao En arranged: "Anomen, you and Jay are preaching the teachings of Mother Earth in the city of Kebe. If the believers of the God of Murder exist, they will definitely feel uncomfortable, you are the bait, you must be careful. Aamon, let's go to the market and buy some tools. Naria, you and Thor find a way to go to a manor - I'm sure Jay will tell us in a moment - and try to investigate. Be careful not to be spotted. ”

"I need to scout the manor and let Thor listen to the teachings of Mother Earth. Siegel said.

"Yes. The dwarf didn't even look up, as if he had already thought of Siegel's opinion.

"Oh, isn't it good for me to go shopping, and as much as I like it, Mother Earth is not my faith. Evan said with a smile.

Ammon and the gnome said in unison, "No. ”

"Remember, if something goes wrong on this mission, it can be devastating. If nothing else, the Assassins of the God of Murder are murderous and unblinking, much more difficult to deal with than the Blood Dagger Guild (a low-key killer organization). They won't work for money, you can't buy your life. So, remember the following ......"

While the gnome was still talking, the door of the inn was violently pushed open. Three men wearing full armor and chain mail appeared in the doorway. Their backs were straight, and their chests were branded with coiled serpent insignia. Their eyes scanned under their full helmets, and they didn't say a word, but there seemed to be a hissing sound.

"Where are the Roo family?" a muffled voice came from under the helmet.

Siegel twisted and squinted at them. Even though it's winter, the air in the south is still humid, and a full-face helmet and full-body armor aren't suitable equipment, let alone add a layer of chainmail to the outside. The three of them were like sea monsters that had just come out of the water, with fishing nets hanging from them. Is this the weird Southern warrior dress?

The four servants sitting in the corner stood up, did not speak, and pointed directly to the heavily armed men to the back of the inn. The helmet nodded, then retreated from the gate.

The servants stood up and walked straight to the back door. It seems that these tin men are looking for the passengers of the boat in the pavilion, those nobles who are enjoying the coolness.

"It's none of our business. Yao En said, "Where did I say just now? Yes, there are a few precautions......

As if the sentence was destined to be interrupted, a loud noise rang out at the gate. It seemed that someone was struggling, kicking over the fence and bucket at the doorway, making a loud noise. Siegel could also hear the sound of chains and the chirping of his own mount.

Evan put his hand on the hilt of his sword, sniffed, and winked at Siegel.

"Let's focus on what's in front of us and don't get involved in anything else. Siegel said.

"Help, who's going to help me!" the voice suddenly sounded, and then someone covered something and turned into a squeaky and muffled sound. The Tin Man's armor rattled, as if someone was slapping it with his hands and feet.

"Good deeds are rewarded. Arnomen said, "And he called for help, I'm going to see it." ”

"Hah! I'm going to check it out. Evan jumped. He clearly wants things to be more "interesting" and may even help himself.

"Don't speak, let Arnomen take care of the negotiations. Siegel said to Evan and walked out with the others.

When they came to the courtyard, they saw a tin man grabbing a boy of about six or seven years old and pressing him forward. His hands were tied in front of him, and he had one shackle on each foot. A tin man was squeezing the strip of cloth tied to his mouth, blood running down the corner of the child's mouth and a large bruise next to it.

Arnomen picked up the emblem, and the light flashed. The Tin Man sensed the spell, and one of them turned his head, and the iron gauntlet like a lobster shell rested on the two-handed greatsword at his waist.

"Passers-by, don't meddle!"

"I heard the boy crying for help, so I came to ask. With his left hand, he first touched his chest and saluted, then put his hand behind his back and stretched out three fingers horizontally. "Can you tell me why you're tying up this poor boy like this?"

"It's none of your business, so you'd better stay away!" said the tin man standing sideways between the boy and the six, his burly body forming an iron wall. "Go back to the house, drink your wine, and eat your food, at once!"

While he was talking, the people in the pavilion came over and watched all this in a daze. The middle-aged aristocratic woman rubbed her hands together, then opened her arms like a hug to her own child. But the little boy who was helped struggled even harder, and even got into the arms of the tin man, unwilling to take a step forward.

Arnomen turned his head and said to Siegel, "Jay, Mother Earth told me that I was going to save this poor boy, would you like to help me?"

"No, I don't want to help you. Siegel turned to walk away in the surprised gazes of everyone. He waved his hand and said, "I don't want to be nosy, and I will be cursed if I don't drink good wine." ”

"Hey, you can't do that. Evan looked disappointed and exclaimed, "Aren't we supposed to be together?"

Siegel opened the main entrance of the inn, winked at the others, and said, "I'm with the gold coin, so I won't face such a boring danger." ”

The door to the inn closed, and he lunged in the direction of the back door. (To be continued.) )

PS: It's almost the New Year, let's hurry up and get busy with the New Year, don't read books......

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