Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 481 Search
Twin Towers Town at night.

Thorne's figure appeared on a noisy street.

At this moment, what appeared in front of him was a hotel called "Rose Drunk". On the eye-catching signboard was a bouquet of bright roses soaked in a beer glass. The petals of the buds were layered, like delicate red lips, It looks like a butterfly.

This is the final destination he arrived at after quietly following the bard Geert all the way.

However, when he saw the other party walking into the hotel, he stopped and stood there thinking whether to go in or not.

Because another figure following Gilt only followed half the distance and disappeared quickly, as if a pickpocket who had no hope of stealing decided to give up his goal.

The other party's strange behavior made him full of doubts, which is the real reason why he followed Gilt all the way here.

However, judging from the current situation, it was more like his suspicion was at work, and nothing bad seemed to happen.

A lecherous bard might be enjoying himself to death.

It would be too embarrassing if he broke into the hotel room and interrupted Gilt's good business.

After all, one can guess from the obscene language coming out of it, what kind of business this hotel is engaged in.

Moreover, the distance between Shuangta Town and Pushang Town is not as far as imagined.

There are also a lot of merchants and adventurers walking between the two towns, and it is quite normal to hear some topics about the 'Rose Drunk' from their mouths occasionally.

Go in?

Still not going in?
Two difficult questions popped up in Thorne's mind at the same time.

Forget it, let's go in and take a look, Thorne made the second choice out of nowhere.

The result of going in, if nothing happens, is nothing more than disturbing the other party's good business, in exchange for a burst of impotent rage from the poet, and there will be no major problems.

What if something really happened?Thinking of Thorne here, he vaguely felt that the pickpocket who quietly followed Gilt was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

The main reason is that the opponent's rhythm is too quiet.

Both stealth and stalking create a silent rhythm, a rhythm only the best rangers and rogues can understand.

And Thorne felt the rhythm in the furtive pickpocket.

It can be seen from this that the opponent's strength is definitely not as simple as it appears on the surface, and it is not at all like a thief who hangs out on the street.

Just ask, a rogue with good strength tried to steal a weak chicken poet, and in the end he gave up without even meeting him face to face, and no one would believe what he said.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, and he finally found a reason for himself that was enough to convince him to enter this hotel.

Thorne put the hood on the cloak and hid his whole body in the cloak.

He first looked around vigilantly, and after confirming that there was indeed no acquaintance from Upper Falls on the street, he immediately opened the door of the hotel quietly and walked in.

After all, this place is not far from Pushang Town, so it would be too embarrassing if it was reported that he could not wait to get into this kind of hotel with special services to fool around after only two days away.

No matter how hard you try to clarify the facts of this kind of thing, it will be spread more and more outrageously by terrible people.

At that time, if a female sorceress finds out, the consequences will be even greater.

Although this beautiful sorceress looks gentle and considerate on the outside, Thorne is very aware of the possessive desire hidden deep in her heart.

In fact, no matter what the world is, any woman who has power will gradually become stronger.He also never expected Anderina to be obedient to him and obey him in everything because of the close relationship between the two of them.

This is completely unnecessary, love is maintained with respect, and respect is mutual.

After entering the tavern, what appeared in front of him was a long and narrow aisle. Standing by the door was a veiled waiter who nodded silently, and stretched out his hand to guide him.

Thorne walked towards the interior in the direction pointed by the other party.

Soon, he walked out of the corridor and came to a spacious, dimly lit hall.

The scent in the tavern hall smelled good, and Thorne smelled a faint fragrance.

He quickly judged that this smell should be diluted, and it only serves the purpose of flirting, just like the Crystal Love Hotel in the Fortress of Fort Watch, which is known as the 'holy place for lovers'.

Just as Thorn stood there like a log, not knowing what to do, a bustard in a long red dress greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Dear guest, hello, do you need any services? We have..."

"I'm here to find someone." Thorn interrupted the warm-up exercises she introduced to herself with a cold face. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed a few lifelike oil paintings hanging on the wall, and instantly judged that this was From Gilt's hand.

It can be seen from this that the lewd poet is doing well in this hotel.

"Looking for someone?" The hotel bustard's face with a charming smile inadvertently froze, and her right hand involuntarily began to rub the ruby ​​ring she was wearing.

As the owner of the hotel, she knows very well that any guest who claims to come here to find someone is either looking for trouble or making trouble.

Facing this kind of person, she usually calls the bodyguard over and kicks him out.

But the demeanor and demeanor of this stern-faced half-elf wearing a cloak inadvertently seemed to warn her that the other party was definitely not the kind of adventurer who would eat and wait to die.

The well-informed hotel owner was instinctively telling herself that this kind of outsider was not something she could easily afford to provoke.

Thorne watched the subtle expression changes on the other person's face, and understood the general meaning.

He thought for a while, reached into the inner pocket of his coat, took out a bag of jingling gold coins, threw it into her hand, and said in a light tone: "I am a friend of Master Gilt, and I want to discuss something with him , and tell me where he is."

"Dear guest, please forgive me for disclosing the privacy of the guest..." The hostess of the hotel clutched the bulging money bag, judged the approximate amount, and looked hesitantly thinking how to tactfully agree to the other party's rude request.

"Clang!"

However, before she finished speaking, she suddenly felt a pale blue light flash in front of her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the movement of the guest in front of him putting his sword into its sheath, and a strand of hair falling down from his forehead.

"I'm just here to find someone." Thorn watched her calmly, repeating what he meant.

The moment the tavern owner met Thorne's gaze, he seemed to see a huge dragon with wings spread and swallowed her in one gulp. This frightening figure made her stagger back a few steps, and the cold sweat on her pale face was like wax tears. Downstream.

"Second floor, room 10."

"Thank you for letting me know." Thorn showed her very interesting expression, nodded slightly, and immediately walked towards the second floor.

"So quiet?" Thorn, who walked to the door, noticed something was wrong.

Although the sound insulation between rooms in this high-end hotel is very good, compared with the magic effect of his tower, it is impossible to achieve 100% isolation of all noises.

As long as it is a professional with a keen hearing, it is easy to hear the faint noise.

At this time, Thorne could clearly hear subtle flirting voices on the left and right sides of room 10, but in this room, there was no sound at all.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

Thorne tentatively reached out and knocked on the door of the room a few times.

After a while, to his disappointment, there was still no response, instead, a passer-by gave him a contemptuous look.

"I don't care about that much anymore, let's go and have a look first."

Thorne, who was hesitant, thought about it and decided to break in directly.

He had found signs of Gilt walking into the house, but there was no sound from inside.

This is absolutely impossible to be the reason why the other party slept too hard, something must have happened.

"boom!"

Accompanied by the sound of wood breaking, not far behind Thorne, a young man who was about to bury his head in the woman's slender neck for a kiss was startled and stared dumbfounded at the violent ranger.

At the same time, there were yelling and cursing from the rooms on both sides, the scream of the woman enough to sting the eardrums, and the sound of glass breaking.

Thorne even noticed a runaway waiter, who was obviously planning to call someone.

"It's empty?" The ranger, who didn't care about the strange eyes around him, walked out of the room and found that there was no one inside, and a chair was knocked to the ground.

"Sure enough, something went wrong." Seeing this situation, Thorn's expression changed.

Just when he was about to search for the traces left by Gilt, he vaguely heard a faint moan coming from under the bed, so he quickly walked over to check.

Lifting off the bed sheet that had fallen to the floor, he found two young girls in tulle dresses under the bed. The almost transparent clothes showed the spring light of their whole bodies in the dimly lit small room.

Of the two girls, one had dark reddish-brown skin. According to Thorne's judgment, it should be a Turami from the Silverpine Plains, and the other was an islander with fair skin and freckles.

At this moment, Thorne was naturally not in the mood to appreciate the spring scenery. He found that the hands and feet of the two girls were all bound, and their mouths were stuffed with rags, so that they could only groan inaudibly.

"What's going on? Where's the poet?" Thorne asked, removing the rag one of the girls stuffed in her mouth.

"...I don't know too well,...the two of us were suddenly intruded by a man in black wearing a black cloak, and then tied here..." The panicked girl didn't dare to look directly at Thorn Looking down, he lowered his eyes and replied honestly.

Seeing that he couldn't ask any questions, Thorn turned around and looked around, looking at everything in the room.

Soon, he discovered that Gilt's footprints had disappeared at a tapestry depicting an elf taking a bath, and the tapestry had obvious crease marks that had been lifted in a panic.

So he walked over immediately, lifted the tapestry, and found that there was a secret door hidden underneath.

Obviously, as a special service hotel, it is natural to have a secret passage to escape from creditors, jealous mistresses or enemies.

This shows how caring the service of this hotel is.

Thorn glared coldly at the few clients outside the door who were trying to eat melons with their arms around women, and scared an obese man who came out of the next room with his pants up to accuse him and sat down on the ground.

Then he looked at the girl who was still tied up and lying under the bed, and asked with a soft expression, "Where does this secret door lead to?"

"Returning to my lord, this is a spiral staircase leading to the pigsty, but after turning the fourth turn, there will be a hidden revolving door on the wall, as long as you push it, you will find a staircase leading to the basement behind the door , if you don't leave the basement, you will end up in the pigsty."

Thorn didn't dare to waste time. His violent breaking of the door had already attracted the attention of the hotel guards. Judging from the dense footsteps, they rushed over quickly.

With a wave of the sharp sword in his hand, he untied the two of them, and after thanking them, he sneaked into the secret passage of the secret door without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)