Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 460 Street of Homeless

Thorne left the quiet and peaceful temple and came to the only bustling street inside the fortress.

This street is called "Wanderer's Street" by adventurers. In fact, its original name is Wanderer's Street, but few people know it.

Because the person who named this street had no idea why this street dominated by adventurers became a 'street of wanderers'.

As it turns out, the name actually fits the street quite well.

More than two years have passed.

This has become a market for players and adventurers from all over the world to sell their items. They show off all kinds of tricks here, use all kinds of minds, and fight with all kinds of people.

At least, in Thorne's knowledge, he has never seen such a crowded and noisy place in this world as 'Street of the Vagabond'.

In comparison, the Adventurer's Guild he passed earlier was as quiet as the Temple of Wisdom.

Streets of the Homeless are astonishingly large and crowded.

From a distance, no one would think that the dizzy street is really passable, but many brave people squeezed in, including Thorne.

Because his destination must cross from here.

The vendors on the street were yelling, the customers were yelling even harder, and the lost children were so frightened that they cried.

There were tauren moos, satyr bleats, and kobolds mixed with goblins croaking.

A dwarf craftsman concentrates on beating the metal plate on which the finished weapon is placed, attracting the attention of passers-by. Whenever he has time, he stops to take a sip of wine. When he sees a passer-by who accidentally touches his product, his mouth starts to be unqualified. Swearing.

From one corner of the street came the sound of lutes, flutes, and harps, evidently played by bards and musicians.

However, Thorne was enjoying an ensemble that sounded pretty good, and he heard someone in the crowd blowing a horn non-stop. From the muffled sound, it could be heard that this guy who needed to be beaten was definitely not a musician.

Trying to avoid the screeching goblin riders passing by on his worg, Thorne accidentally kicked a cage of dire chicken cubs and almost tripped.Then he was pushed by a passing dragonborn, causing him to step on something soft like a tail, and a high-pitched scream of "ahh" from a tiefling next to him made him back away in fright One step, only to be nearly hit by a tall, smelly, scary-looking ogre.

Wearing a buttonless vest with a bare chest, the ogre twisted his fat and smelly body with a silly smile, and forced all the people around him away.

Thorn looked around with great interest. He hadn't been here for half a year, and it was quite interesting to come here occasionally.

He saw two pure-blooded elves making gorgeous and strong wine bags with ferocious rabbit fur and some unknown pigments while everyone was watching.

A halfling standing on a chair was spitting and promoting the folding claw hook he invented to everyone.

This small grapple has flat retractable serrations that fold out to form a usable grapple, which functions exactly like a normal grapple, but can be folded away and hidden in a sleeve.

A golden dwarf who was shaking his head after drinking introduced the dwarven wine brewer that he had tinkered with to customers.

But in Thorne's view, it's actually a pressurized container like a filter.

After the dwarf claimed that the brewer could brew delicious beer in three days by adding water, hops and other ingredients, someone retorted: Bah!The taste of this beer is too weak, it is no different from drinking water, who is fooling...

At this time, he noticed a stall displaying exquisite ornaments made of malachite and jasper.

Thorne wanted to take a look, but immediately saw that the seller was a gruff, sullen, motionless dwarf with a paralyzed expression as if everyone owed him money.

So he lost interest again and chose to turn around and leave.

The sound of the horn finally stopped, probably the guy who deserved a beating was beaten up, Thorne couldn't help thinking maliciously.

Then, he stood firm in the crowd and walked towards another street around the corner.

Suddenly, Thorn found a place that was very crowded, and he rushed over with the flow of people because of his melon-eating attribute.

There is someone in the crowd.

Oh, no, it should be said that there is a goblin and an ogre.

The ogre stood on a platform made of wooden barrels, and the goblin stood on the ogre's broad shoulders, speaking to the crowd.

He happened to know these two people, and the ogre was Neil Gao, the leader of the Bonecrusher Ogre tribe in Horn Town.

This group wore a clean and neat black loose robe, which still couldn't hide his round belly. A string of holy emblems made of animal bones hung on his chest. The emblem could be guessed without looking: a silver horizontal bar.

Obviously, this ogre is a follower of Martha.

Another goblin wore a gaudy coat and a wide-brimmed hat with shifter tentacles sewn into the sides.

This gentle-looking player goblin is Charlotte, a businessman who wanders underground and on the surface. Thorne has met several times in the lighthouse town in the underground world.

Now, with the appearance of the goblin patron saint, this goblin player has also taken refuge in Horn Town, mainly managing the finances of Horn Town and the temple.

Of course, occasionally when I have too much free time, I will also make guest appearances in other businesses.

Just like now.

"What is the best thing in our life?" The goblin standing on the ogre's shoulder shouted loudly: "Undoubtedly, it is wisdom!"

"The reason why our human civilization is so far away is not made by money, but by the crystallization of the wisdom of countless people!"

"Wisdom is a seed that allows you to reap the granary; wisdom is a breeze that allows you to ride the wind and waves; wisdom is a handful of clear springs that allow you to embrace the ocean.

In fact, each of us has wisdom, but some people have become the puppets of wisdom, while others have become the masters of wisdom.

'With non-competition, we can achieve omnipotence, and with inaction, we can achieve omnipotence. 'This is the wisdom of Taoism. "Heaven is healthy, and a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement. If he learns and thinks, his wisdom will flow like a river, and he will do whatever he wants without exceeding the rules." 'This is the wisdom of Confucianism. 'Enlighten the Tao and clarify the heart, turn consciousness into wisdom, good thoughts flow like a stream, and the Buddha's realm comes naturally. 'This is the wisdom of Buddha Zen. "

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Just when the goblin Charlotte was talking to everyone about how to use wisdom to grow in this world, Thorne had already left this "Wanderer's Street" and came to the street with bars and hotels on both sides.

He stopped at the fork in this busy street and looked towards a 'Blue Pearl' cafe with a glass door.

Thorne, who has been here a few times, knows that the seats in the glass-door shed are the most sought-after, because sitting there you can see the blue sky towers up, and you can see the lively street scene when you look down.

Unfortunately, it was already full of people.

Without paying attention, he walked into the cafe.

In the room, there were many people, and there was a strong fragrance. Most people sat there reading books and drinking coffee, while a few people were talking with their voices very softly.

Therefore, with so many people sitting, I don't feel disturbed.

On the left side of the entrance, there is a small curved staircase that leads to the second floor.

Thorn refused the menu handed over by the waiter, saying that he was invited, and walked directly to the second floor.

(End of this chapter)