Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 480 The Crisis Hidden in the Dark
Twin Towers Town, Drunk with Roses
In the dim hotel, many smoked candles mixed with incense and flowers are lit, and the scent of spices permeates the heart.

"Oh! Old Mother Rose, long time no see, I would like to extend my deepest respect to you!" The bard Gilt entered the hall with ease, and gave a deep salute to a woman who still has charm: "Praise the great Suna, goddess of love, and her priestesses, source of love and passion..."

"You nonsense dirty poet." The woman called Rose by the poet snorted dissatisfiedly, and said, "How many times have I told you, don't call me old mother anymore. Just thinking of this possibility , I trembled with fear."

"Go, great poet, all the services you need are ready for you, I wish you a pleasant night." The old mother looked at the poet and smiled playfully, then turned and left, the red robes rustling on the floor .

The bard Geert stared at her butt for a while, then bowed deliberately, exaggeratingly imitating her walking posture and walking towards the second floor.

The atmosphere in the lobby on the second floor was neither loud nor noisy, as if even the vulgar adventurer would become a little civilized when he came here.

Two adventurers in leather armor were laughing softly and rubbing hands with their 'female companions'. The atmosphere was beautiful and intimate. At another table not far from them, a woman dressed in luxurious gold-rimmed silk An obese man in a robe is lying in the arms of a woman, enjoying the humming of a moving song...

The bard strolled through the depraved crowd, glanced disdainfully at a fellow in a black cloak singing obscene ditties in a corner out of candlelight, and headed straight for the room he was most familiar with. go.

"Crench!"

The door was opened, and the poet shut it again impatiently, and buckled the knocker.

However, to the poet's surprise, there is no smell of hyacinth, beer, or barbecue here, nor are there two disheveled women sitting on the bed quietly waiting for his favor.

Instead, in the huge carved armchair that he usually used for entertainment, sat a figure shrouded in a black cloak.

Under the dim light, this figure is like a shadow refracted by the roof, very strange.

Realizing that something was wrong, Gilt backed away slowly, and reached out to touch the door knocker that he had closed.

"Don't waste your time in vain." The figure sitting on the chair suddenly spoke, his hoarse voice was like an echo in a cold cellar.

Gilt's expression changed slightly and he found that the door knocker seemed to be enchanted, and no matter how hard he tried, it was in vain.

After calming down, he immediately walked towards the man in black.

He walked to the table and sat down comfortably with a pretended relaxed expression, but he kept looking at the surrounding layout from the corner of his eyes.

"Please forgive me, respected Master Gilt." The man in black spoke again, his voice still so creepy and chilling:
"I know it's not appropriate to disturb you at this time, but I really can't help it, but don't worry, I won't take up too much of your time, trust me..."

"Everyone says that, but every time it's full of lies." The calm Gilter interrupted the black-robed man's words, and said with a deadpan expression: "If you have anything to say, just say it, Your Excellency."

After finishing speaking, the poet began to carefully observe the man in black in front of him.

He was sharp-featured, lean and craggy, but there was a perpetual smile in his gray-blue eyes.

Is it a rogue?he thought.All the underground organizations related to Shuangta Town were quickly recalled in my mind.

"Then I'll just say it straight, so as not to waste your precious time." The black-robed man smiled slightly: "To be honest, your ballads interest me very much. In fact, I am one of your admirers, but it's not me. Find your true purpose."

You are not talking nonsense, if you say it, you don’t say it, Gilt thought to himself.

He stared at the ceiling and tapped his fingers on the tabletop pretending to be relaxed, but he was thinking about how to escape.

"I want to ask you about someone." The man in black seemed to have seen through Gilt's thoughts, and he said in a calm tone as much as possible: "This person is the ranger who entered the town with you at dusk."

Thorne?What are you looking for?
Gilt tried his best to suppress the surprised gaze.

Immediately afterwards, a bulging money bag appeared in the palm of the man in black. He threw it on the table, and after hearing the jingle, he continued:

"Although we are not friends, this money may be able to make up for the estrangement between us and increase our friendship. I like the songs you created very much. As an admirer, I should take it as my support for art."

"Dear Your Excellency the Man in Black, do you really love art? Don't you think that forcing the other party to accept money before introducing yourself has violated the most basic etiquette?" Gilt looked annoyed and excited road:
"Also, leave your money to beggars! Don't insult artists with money! Maybe I can forgive you, but art never can! Remember, never forgive!"

"But you don't seem to care about my identity at all." The man in black said with a smile on his face: "You acted too calmly. From the time you entered the room to now, you didn't even ask me about my identity at all. You let me How can I take the initiative to introduce myself, so I will be very embarrassed, Master Gilt."

"Forget it, I don't need to know your identity, and you won't say it anyway." The bard Gilt waved his hand impatiently, and said proudly:
"You just said that you are my admirer. As a master, I am famous, how can I remember all the admirers one by one.

This also caused those who admired my talent to think they knew me well, and even felt that they could make trouble in front of me without regard to trivial matters. "

"Then, I beg your forgiveness, Master Gilt." The man in black still had a smile on his face.

"Well, since your attitude is so sincere, I will forgive you graciously." Gilt said indifferently.

"In that case, your humble admirer, I humbly beg you to answer a few questions for me, what do you think?" The black-robed man leaned back in his chair and looked at the calm Gilt motionlessly.

"No! I refuse! Why should I answer your question! What qualifications do you have for me to answer your question!" Gilt put on airs, refused forcefully, then calmed down, and continued:
"Please also forgive me generously. Of course, if you want to discuss with me the subject, inspiration or protagonist of the work, I am very willing to help you.

Do you know?The main body of the ballad I studied recently is the paladin, and I just met my long-lost paladin friend today.I am now thinking about how to make the glorious image of the paladin more dazzling in the eyes of the world.

In this way, those miscellaneous fish and mice hiding in the corner will be frightened and tremble after hearing the ballad I composed.Do you think so, Your Excellency the Man in Black? "

"I'm not interested in the main body of your ballad, I'm only interested in rangers, and I just want to know everything about rangers." The man in black curled his lips in disdain and looked at Gilt.

"Why are you not interested?" The poet was surprised: "Don't you want to know how paladins fight against evil? It's like wizards can smell magic in the air, paladins can Be aware of the evil in everything around you.

And the ranger you want to know is even more terrifying... He can even accurately pursue every prey he thinks through the silent rhythm, and no prey can escape his pursuit. "

"I just want to know everything about Ranger." The man in black repeated coldly.

"I've said it before, why do you ask me to answer your question." Gilt waved his hand impatiently:

"Goodbye, my admirer. You have used up all the time I have for you, and now I have two beauties to choose from. They will inspire me, and you will not."

The man in black was silent, but he had no intention of leaving. He stared at Gilt coldly, full of hostility.

Gilt's expression gradually became uneasy. There was cheerful noise in the hall, and was interrupted by a woman's high-pitched laughter from time to time, which made him both anxious and regretful.

He never expected that he would inexplicably get into such a big trouble just by walking to Twin Towers Town with Thorne.

In the end, he pretended to be calm and showed disdain for the man in black.

Out of the corner of his eye, he was judging the distance between himself and the tapestry in the corner of the room. On the tapestry was a painting he had personally drawn: a beautiful and charming elf was pouring clear water from a jug on his proud twin peaks... …

"Respected Master Gilt." Finally, the man in black broke the silence again. He lifted the black cloak covering his whole body, revealing a row of daggers with leather sheaths stuck in his waist:
"I ask you to answer my question. It is very important for me to know the itinerary and details of the ranger. Please believe me, and it is the same for you. Because... if you are willing to answer, I will... "

The man in black did not continue to speak, but the meaning contained in his actions was easily understood by the poet.

"What about you?" Gilt curled his lips in disdain, tentatively pretending to be confident.

"I have to force you to speak." The gloomy hoarse cold voice combined with the menacing smile on the thin lips of the man in black made Gilt feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Listen to me! You despicable rascal! You only hide in the sewer!"

The angry Gilt stood up with a "teng", and the chair behind him was thrown to the ground instantly, making a violent sound.

Taking advantage of the surprise of the other party, he deliberately moved his body towards the tapestry a few times.

Just when the man in black cast his gaze here, he immediately pointed at him with bluff, and roared loudly:
"To tell you the truth, as a poet pursuing art, what I hate most in my life is violence and coercion. But I regret to tell you that when a poet faces this kind of threat, he will fight back.

So, I had to call the owner of the hotel over, and she would definitely call in the most reliable and powerful bodyguards in the hotel, and kick you in the ass so hard that you fly over the rooftops of the town with your arms open .

Believe me, the scene is absolutely incomparably spectacular, passers-by will definitely think it is a hippogriff gliding in the sky. "

"Are you sure you have time to call her?"

There was something gleaming in the palm of the man in black.

(End of this chapter)