Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 365

In the dim tavern, the only source of light was the tear-stained candles hanging halfway beside the counter.

Through the flickering light of the candles, it can be seen that in this secluded room, there is only the tavern owner sitting by the counter.

I saw him holding his forehead with a sad face, and sighing helplessly from time to time.

"Crench!"

Suddenly, the door of the tavern was opened, casting a bright sun and two figures.

The tavern owner suddenly came back to his senses, and immediately turned his melancholy gaze to the source of the light.

"It turns out to be Your Excellency Silver Crow. Welcome to the shop."

The tavern owner immediately got up to greet him, and then grinned at the human man with long silver-white hair. Unfortunately, he lacked two front teeth, so he didn't look so beautiful.

"Oh... Brave shopkeeper, it turns out that you are missing more than just two front teeth. It's really pitiful."

The human man called Lord Silver Crow by the tavern owner was surprised to see the cat's claw-like scratches on the tavern owner's face, and joked in amazement.

The tavern owner's face visibly twitched, so much so that the wound on his face was touched, and he grinned in pain.

"Two guests, do you need something?"

Then he looked at the strange half-elf next to Lord Silver Crow suspiciously, bowed and smiled at him, then picked up a rag and went to a dusty table to wipe it.

"We..." The Silver Raven Messenger looked at the ceiling blackened by the smoke from the fireplace, looked at the little spiders weaving their webs leisurely, and said after a while:
"Then let's have some... the shop's improved version of elf mead, uh, let's have a bottle first. If it goes with mead... do you have any recommendations, dear shopkeeper?"

"Fruit salad?" The tavern owner suggested hesitantly.

"No!" Silver Crowwalker suddenly noticed that the half-elf next to him frowned slightly, so he directly refused:
"Dessert should be eaten later. My friend has been wandering in the wilderness for many days. He definitely needs a hearty meal to relieve his tired stomach from digesting dry food. Let's start with something that can fill his stomach Well, hot or sour is fine."

"I am willing to help you." The tavern owner smiled slightly, trying to hide the upper jaw with two missing front teeth, and cast his eyes on the half-elf next to the silver crowrunner, suggesting: "Why don't you have some hard meat marinated with garlic and vinegar first?" head trout, or sauerkraut..."

"Very good, then let's serve two people. Let me have another soup, which is the kind I often drink. Let me think about it... There are shiitake mushrooms, seaweed, egg flowers, small fish, and messy offal in it." Before the half-elf could speak, the Silver Crowwalker answered with a smile.

"Fresh fish soup?" The tavern owner said the name of the soup.

"That's right. There's also a baby lamb with ferocious eggs and onions. Fifty more crayfish, more fennel in the pot, as much as there is, and then... we'll see when the time comes."

"I am willing to serve you." The tavern owner grinned uncontrollably.

"Sorry... wait a minute, I forgot a very important thing." The Silver Crow Messenger seemed to remember something, stopped the shopkeeper who was about to leave, and then patted his stomach through the linen robe and said:
"I'm trying to keep fit recently, let's forget about the lamb. After all, our main purpose here is not to eat and drink, but to have a pleasant chat."

"I can understand, respected Your Excellency Silver Crow." The tavern owner smiled slightly and bowed to him.

"Understanding—especially important in your line of work. Give me your hand, dear shopkeeper." A few jingling gold coins fell into the hands of the tavernkeeper, making him smile with his palate, missing two front teeth.

"This is not an advance payment." The Silver Crowrunner winked at the tavernkeeper and emphasized: "This is just a tip. Go back to your kitchen and don't keep my guests waiting."

The tavern owner bowed to him again, walked quickly into the kitchen, and said to a waiter: "Quickly report to the lord that the Silver Raven Messenger from Jade Court has brought a special guest."

The waiter was stunned for a moment, as if he understood something, he immediately got up and prepared to leave.

"Go through the back door and don't make our guests suspicious." The tavern owner reminded in a low voice.

The tavern was dimly lit, but that didn't bother the two guests, who were always able to pick out the tiny little bones that got in the way of the steelhead trout on the table.

"How does the soup taste, half-elf friend?" The Silver Crow Envoy shook the spoon in his hand, looked at the opposite half-elf, and said with a smile.

"It tastes good." Thorn hiccupped carefully, looked up and replied, and continued to work on the fish soup in the bowl.

Druids of the Emerald Court: Herald of the Silver Raven.

For the human man sitting across from him, the only information he knew was from the chat with Master Qingchen.

And the reason why he knew that there was a red copper dragon wandering in the Emerald Field was because the young druid in front of him passed it to the Emerald Garden, and then learned about it from Master Qingchen.

In other words, the purpose of this druid who calls himself the 'Silver Raven Messenger' lives in Iron Horse Town is to observe the traces of the copper dragon, so as to avoid any trouble caused by the chaotic and funny character of the other party in the wilderness.

"Actually, you should try the elven honey wine re-improved by the people of Iron Horse Town." The Silver Crow Messenger picked up the wine glass and took a sip, kindly suggested:
"You see, this delightful mead is brewed from exotic honey found in the wilds, and even the dwarves find it appealing. Well, though the stubborn ones won't admit it at this point."

"I'm very sorry, this is a habit of mine." Thorne put down the wiped clay bowl and replied.

Although he still doesn't quite understand what the druid's purpose is, but from the simple conversation between the other party and the tavern owner, he knows that there may be some other guests coming to this secluded tavern next.

That's good, it just allows him to understand what happened in Iron Horse Town recently, causing everyone to stay in the house and dare not come out.

"It turned out to be a ranger with principles." The Silver Crow Messenger poured down his wine glass, pondered for a while, and continued: "My friend Thorne, do you know that there is actually one thing that takes precedence over principles."

"Is it the way to balance one body?" Thorn guessed, the Druids in Jade Garden often talk about balance, so he can directly guess what the other party is trying to say without even thinking about it. .

It's just that the only thing that puzzled him was whether this high-level druid, who looked very young, belonged to the balance school or the moderate school.

As for the extremists?
From the words and deeds of the other party, Thorne could tell, and believed with certainty, that he was definitely not an extremist.

As a ranger with a perception attribute of 22 points, he still has this judgment.

"No, no, no." The Silver Crow Messenger shook his head and said while peeling the crayfish, "It's a conflict between order and chaos."

"Clash of order and chaos?"

Thorn was startled when he heard the strange remark, and looked at the young human druid with interest. He was cracking the shell of the shrimp with his teeth and sucking the white meat.

"It's very simple." The Silver Raven Messenger licked his fingers and said, "Chaos represents aggression. It is on the side of violence, and order is the opposite of chaos."

"Chaos and order... indeed sound like two very dignified words." Thorne frowned and continued:

"Your Excellency Silver Raven, you have to understand that chaos and order are a never-ending struggle. It starts from the moment we are born, and it continues even after we die. No one can escape the conflict between order and chaos, so you can't just fight Define a person to either side."

The two most typical representatives of order and chaos are the demons of Bator's Hell and the demons of the Abyss, and their endless bloody battle in the abyss seems to tell the world that this is a war that will never end.

As long as the bloody battle in the abyss is over, the demons and devils from the lower planes will immediately turn their attention to other places.

"But good order is the foundation of all good things." Silver Crowwalker picked up another crayfish and looked at the frowning ranger with a smile:
"Don't forget, order emerges from chaos. Followers of Gwaeron, stalkers of the Way of Silence."

"In your opinion, chaos represents aggression, standing on the side of violence and attack. But, Messenger of the Silver Raven, don't forget that chaos can also protect civilization from evil. There is no doubt that chaos can also Stand on the side of kindness." Thorne looked calmly at the druid who was leisurely peeling shrimp and said:

"And the so-called order in your mouth is not letting you do what you want, letting what you don't want to do, and destroying the other eye just to see things with one eye.

Similarly, some people like to use violence to maintain order, so does this mean that the so-called order and chaos have begun to become blurred.

Maybe you think that I wantonly slaughtered the Hobgoblin Hruk in the Forest of Tranquility to destroy the natural order, but for our town of Falls, it is undoubtedly to maintain the order of the town of Falls from being destroyed by hobgoblins. "

In Pushang Town today, order only applies to the internal management of the town. Without order to maintain the development of the town, it is just a mess.

But for the enemies in the wilderness, Thorne believes that it is more efficient to control violence with violence.

"You misunderstood the meaning, ranger. The so-called 'chaos' in your mouth is only suitable for a very small number of people. If this world is really as chaotic as the bottomless abyss, then it is not far from extinction. Now the Emerald Field, It means that the power of light and tranquility is only order." The Silver Crow Messenger explained to Thorne with a smile on his face.

"I understand what you mean, but today's Emerald Field, the order has long been chaotic. Therefore, we must end it through chaos, and then establish a new order." Thorne finally understood the druid's strange mind. Loop, continued:

"After all, the old order always gives way to the new order, and the process of making way is chaos. Is that what you mean, Messenger of the Silver Crow?"

This is a druid who does not pursue the way of balance, but studies chaos and order. For Thorn, he was indeed surprised by the other party's remarks.

However, what really shocked him was the strength of the Silver Crow Messenger.

As a human being, from his appearance, Thorne could tell that the opponent was only in his 20s at most, but he was a druid with exemplary strength.

If the real age of the Silver Raven Messenger is really only in his 20s like his appearance, he undoubtedly belongs to a group of very talented people among the original inhabitants of this world.

"You really surprised me that you can understand me so quickly." The Silver Crow Messenger threw a lobster claw on the table, and said meaningfully to Ranger:

"However, I still hope that you can understand the true meaning of 'Order and Chaos'. Perhaps this will determine how far your journey as a ranger can go."

After the Silver Crow Messenger finished speaking, he glanced at the empty plate, feeling a little regretful, then waved his hand lightly, and an invisible force instantly cleaned his salt water-stained wrist.

Immediately afterwards, he got up and said a very intriguing sentence to the ranger: "Remember! At any time, the most stable road is undoubtedly the one that takes the longest to build."

"Thank you for your guidance, I will remember it in my heart." Thorn kept the other party's words in his heart, and stood up to thank him as he left.

The true meaning of 'Order and Chaos' will determine how far his knighthood can go. For this, he neither agrees nor opposes it.

After all, his ranger's heart progress is increasing bit by bit as he defends against the enemies in the wilderness, that is to say, his current behavior is very suitable for the ranger's path.

During the short time when the druid left, the sound of heavy footsteps that did not surprise Thorne finally came, followed by five or six people mainly in silver-white armor walked in.

"The lord of Iron Horse Town." Seeing the blond man in charge, Thorne immediately remembered the scene of passing by Iron Horse Town half a year ago, and thus recognized the other party's identity.

"It's that aloof wizard." Then, Thorne fixed his eyes on the only man in a black coat without moving his expression, and remembered the scene of this guy giggling under the influence of the magician's spell.

"Hello, half-elf ranger from Fallstown, Mr. Thorne, welcome to Iron Horse Town."

The lord of Iron Horse Town walked to Thorn's side first, took off his gloves, handed his hand to him, and introduced himself, "As you think, I am the lord of Iron Horse Town, Helm."

"You seem to be in...a very bad mood." Thorne got up and shook hands with the lord, noticing the deep sadness on the other's brow, and said tentatively.

The strange situation inside Iron Horse Town and the strange expression of the lord made Thorne realize that the reason why the town didn't support Twilight Town was that it was really in trouble.

"To tell you the truth, Iron Horse Town has been suffering for a long time." Helm, the lord of Iron Horse Town, sighed and replied very helplessly.

　Thanks to the big guy "for the reward, thank you for your support!!!"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)