Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 322 Commission
Catalina's underground bar.

The dimly lit underground bar is very quiet, and it is still so pleasant and relaxing. There are scattered guests sitting around neat round tables in the room, talking about topics of interest in a low voice consciously.

"Not everything in this world conforms to our imagination. Sometimes, mountains are stories of water, clouds are stories of wind, and sometimes, stars are not nights. Love...is not a story of love."

A drow man wearing an apron sipped the scarlet wine in his glass, and said to the half-elf man covered in a black cloak opposite the round table with emotion.

"Then, what do you want to express?" The half-elf leaned back on the chair behind him, quietly watching the drow opposite him with his eyes hidden in the hood, and said slowly.

"It's not interesting, I'm just posting it out of feeling." The drow smiled, showing a mouthful of white teeth, in sharp contrast with his ebony skin.

Then he gently put the glass goblet in his hand on the table, glanced at the shimmering fungus potted plants not far away with his dark eyes, and said with emotion again:
"Many people get separated as they walk, many things fade when they look at them, many dreams end when they sit and sit, and many tears die when they are flowing. Our life is originally a life in the dust The vicissitudes of life are just... Looking back, the inconsistency of the world has been interpreted as ups and downs."

"Did you invite me here for a drink just to tell me this?" The half-elf straightened up, looked at the man in front of him who was sighing, and said helplessly.

"It's just whining, I hope you don't mind." The drow smiled awkwardly, and began to sigh again:
"People, often lose a lot of things inadvertently. Some things are very subtle, and some things are very small, so small that they never stop in your mind, so subtle that you don't allow you to think carefully, just like in the cracks in the stone..."

Before the drow could finish speaking, it was interrupted by the crisp wind chime at the door of the bar. Immediately afterwards, a galloping figure rushed towards the table of the two of them.

"Thorn, everything has been taken care of for you. How about it? How are you going to thank me?" The blond girl who came galloping directly walked up to the half-elf, patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and her tone was very smug Said.

"Then let's talk first, Brother Thorne, I'm going out to sell barbecue." Seeing this, the drow immediately drank the wine in the glass, then got up and gave up his seat, and suddenly turned around while walking, looking at Suo Well, he pretended to be meaningful and said:

"Before I leave, I will give you another word. There are two tragedies in life: one is all thoughts are lost, and the other is complacency."

After the drow finished speaking, he laughed, and before the half-elf, who was a little confused, could reply, he quickened his pace and disappeared outside the bar door amidst the gusts of wind and bells.

"Sigret, you came at the right time. I was almost brainwashed by this barbecue buddy. I really regret agreeing to his invitation." Thorne rubbed the shoulder that was tapped just now, and relaxed tone.

"The one who sold barbecue just now?" Sigrit pointed to the disappearing figure outside the door, sat on the chair opposite Thorn, and blinked a pair of curious eyes: "How did you two fool around together?" , do you also want to join his barbecue stall?"

"Aren't you talking brains?" Thorn gave her a gloomy look, straightened his expression, and asked seriously: "You escorted them all to the city of ruins safely."

Not long after the battle in Rezim King City ended, Priestess Evelyn fulfilled what she had promised and gave him all the more than 100 gray dwarves.

So he asked the girl in front of him to help bring these dwarves, as well as Brother Squidward from the bar and Alista, the tauren, to the ruins of Kimbatur City.

"Uh..." Sigrit looked at the half-elf a little embarrassedly, and said, "The tauren named Alista insisted on yelling to compare my strength, and then when he wrestled his wrists, he accidentally Just snapped his arm... and broke it."

"..."

After listening to the other party's narration, Thorn suddenly felt a dull pain in his palm, because he suddenly recalled the experience of his palm being pinched and deformed by the other party when he first met this girl.

"But don't worry, the calm druid has already helped him connect it. Children's loose bones grow fast." Seeing that Thorne was silent, Sigrit added.

"That's really hard work for you." Thorne replied.

"When are we leaving?" Then Sigrit asked.

"Wait a minute, I'll wait for a friend, I'll return to the surface immediately after this matter is done." Thorne glanced at the door and said.

"Back to the surface?" Sigrit looked dissatisfied at the opposite half-elf, frowning and said leisurely:
"Didn't you say that you promised to do me a favor after I help you escort those people back safely, and now I want you to accompany me to kill and set fire in several other dark elf towns. This request is not too much."

"Actually, you can do this kind of thing by yourself. Can you change to other requirements?" Thorn rubbed his head with a headache, because he really didn't want to stay in the dark area for a moment longer.

"But I don't know how to set fire. At that time, I will be responsible for killing people, and you will be responsible for setting fire. Isn't it fun to let your reputation as a dragon knight spread throughout the Underdark? Look at your reluctance." Sigrit He glanced at Thorn with disdain, and said with a smile.

"Still killing people and setting fires, where have you lived for 400 years?" Thorne complained.

"I'm happy, I'm happy, can you control it?" Sigrit stared at Thorne viciously with her pale green eyes.

The two chatted for a while, and there was another crisp wind chime at the door.

Thorn's expression changed, and he noticed that the dark elf woman with a long sword on her back came in at the door, and immediately said to Sigrit next to her, "You go and play, I have business to talk about."

Originally intending to refute a few words, seeing Thorne's serious expression, Sigrit thought for a while and said directly: "Then I'll go outside for a stroll, and you can find me when you leave."

"I see." Thorne nodded to Sigrid.

Then he waved his hand to signal the dark elf woman at the door to look this way.

Noticing the half-elf waving towards her, the woman smiled and walked straight over.

"We meet again, half-elf ranger from Fallstown." The dark elf woman walked to Thorn's table, stretched out her right hand, and smiled at him.

"Do you need something to drink?" Thorne stretched out his hand and shook it, motioning him to sit down.

The woman in front of him is Majia, the sword dancer of the dark girl, whom Thorn asked the bar hostess to contact.

"Hmm... let me think about what's in Miss Hong's place." Majia glanced at Thorne's face hidden in the hood, leaned on her chin and pretended to meditate, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "Forget it." Now, you should first tell me what you want to do with me."

Thorn looked at this strange dark elf in puzzlement, pondered for a moment, took out the ashes of the wizard Charles and the holy emblem representing the belief of the dark girl, pushed them in front of Majia, and said solemnly:
"This pendant remembers many compatriots and some original residents in the city of Rezim who yearn for surface life. The purpose of my coming to you is to ask your followers of the dark girl to help them escape from underground life."

This was something that the wizard named Shire asked him before he died, although he directly agreed to the other party under the circumstances at the time.

But it would be very difficult for him to do it by himself, and he didn't have the time to spare, so he immediately thought of the most suitable person for this job.

"Wizard Shire? It turned out to be him." Majia took the pendant that Thorne pushed over and said to herself, then turned her eyes to Shire's ashes.

"This wizard named Shire said before he died that he wanted to scatter his ashes in a woodland where the moonlight and the sun can shine.

Now that he has been recognized by the dark girl, I think he should be given a funeral exclusively for the followers of the dark girl. Isn't this request too much? Noticing the other party's gaze, Thorne immediately explained to Majia.

"It's the dancing lady." Majia looked at Thorne and reminded her earnestly.

"Isn't it the same?" Thorn was taken aback.

"I'm sorry, whenever I hear my goddess being called a dark girl, I always feel a little sad." Majia sighed slightly, looked at Thorne and explained to him.

"Okay." Thorne couldn't understand the brain circuit of the other party, so he simply followed the other party.

"I didn't expect an extremely ordinary holy emblem to become so powerful under the influence of divine power. It can be seen how devout the faith of this named Shire is to the goddess."

Majia gently stroked the holy emblem carved from the handle of Zeke's wood mushroom, feeling the rough texture on it, and sighed involuntarily.

"This pendant will be given to you as a reward for the escort mission." Thorne thought for a while, and said, then felt a little inappropriate, so he added:
"But in order to leave with peace of mind, I would like to make a request that is a bit too much. I hope you can understand."

"What request?" Majia put the holy emblem on the table and looked up at the half-elf opposite.

Escorting those dark elves who yearn for life on the surface is the teaching of the dancing lady, so even if this half-elf doesn't give her any reward, the people in their oak village will do the same.

But this holy emblem of excellent quality really moved her heart, so she naturally wanted to get it.

"I need you to swear by the gods you believe in, to escort all the compatriots and original residents recorded in Shire to the surface world within your ability." Thorn glanced at the other party with a little apology, and said his request .

"I am the sword dancer of the dancing lady. This is what I should do. Can I think you are doubting my belief in the goddess?" Majia looked at the half-elf in front of her with a bit of displeasure.

"Don't get me wrong, I did this just for peace of mind. After all, this wizard asked me to do it before he died. I am responsible for his last wish, so I hope you can understand." Thorne greeted the dark elf with a headache eyes, said boldly.

"I can understand, but you clearly mean that you don't believe me and doubt my belief in dancing ladies." Majia's expression softened, and she looked at the embarrassed half-elf a little depressed.

"This...how does it involve belief again." Thorne rubbed his head, feeling that as long as it involves the topic of belief, it seems a little unclear.

If she is not allowed to swear, he will always feel that there is a small knot in his heart that cannot be untied, which is very awkward.But if she swears, the girl will think that she doubts her loyalty to the dancing lady's beliefs, how to explain it?
"What's your relationship with this wizard named Shire?" Seeing the embarrassment of the other party trying to explain but couldn't explain clearly, Majia immediately understood his mood, so she suppressed a smile and asked.

"Like a stranger." Thorne didn't know how to explain, so he said truthfully.

"Okay, I promise you." Majia looked at the ranger in surprise, smiled, took out her holy emblem, and began to swear seriously.

Seeing that the other party had finished taking the oath, Thorn finally breathed a sigh of relief, because he could finally leave with peace of mind after this depressing trip to the Underdark.

"Then I'll leave this matter to you with confidence, goodbye!" Thorne got up and said goodbye to Majia, ready to leave.

"Are you going back to the Emerald Field on the surface?" Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Majia hurriedly asked.

"That's right." Thorne nodded, then he stood there and thought for a while, and added: "I suggest that you check the people on the list left by Charles, when you contact them, so as not to Infiltrating insiders and causing unnecessary losses."

"I see, thank you for your reminder." Majia put away the items on the table, got up and replied with a smile.

"Then, I will leave this matter to you." After Thorn finished speaking, he turned around and disappeared outside the bar door.

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(End of this chapter)