Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 483 Mysterious Woman
Near the east gate of Twin Towers Town, which is closest to the Barren Skull Mountain Range, there is a large and messy tavern that has nothing to do with luxury.

In the noisy and messy "Little Frog" tavern, there were crowds of people everywhere, the smell of alcohol was overflowing, and the air was full of the excitement of lust and money.

Accompanied by the sound of rusty wind chimes colliding with each other, two figures walked in from the night.

"Hi boss, long time no see." Thorn led Gilt to the counter, and greeted the shopkeeper who was staring intently at the account book and grinning silly.

After finishing speaking, he seemed to have sensed something, and subconsciously looked up at the ceiling that was blackened by the fireplace: a leisurely little spider crawled into the crack of the wall.

I hope it doesn't steal drinks from the guests, Thorne thought.

haven't seen you for a long time?

The shopkeeper, who was doing the accounting, murmured in his heart. Although the voice sounded familiar to him, he really couldn't remember who the owner of the voice was.

So he looked up instinctively, just in time to see the half-elf in front of him reach out and take off the black hood, stroked the messy black hair, revealing a face that impressed him deeply.

In a daze, he thought of the two most severely damaged taverns in the history of his tavern in the past few years.

The tavern owner couldn't help but trembled, the quill slipped from his palm, and let it fall to the ground like a leaf in the wind.

"It's you? You are..." He exclaimed subconsciously, but was interrupted by Thorn's hand:
"Don't be so loud, there's no other meaning, my friend and I just want to fill our stomachs with you, and then take a comfortable hot bath and stay overnight, is it okay?"

"Of course no problem." The shopkeeper showed a hearty smile.

The half-elf ranger in Waterfall Town, the tower master of the Emerald Tower, no one in Twin Towers Town does not know his name.

The only pity is that few people know what he looks like.

And he was one of those very few people, otherwise he wouldn't have recognized the other person's appearance immediately.

Then, the shopkeeper began to look at the friends around You Xia.

To Thorne's surprise, when the shopkeeper cast his eyes on Gilt, he clearly found that the cheerful shopkeeper's smiles were all froze on his face.

Instead, there was a vicious and gnashed expression: "Damn Gilt, why are you here?"

"Aha! Great poet and famous artist of our Corina peninsula, what happened to you today? Have you been beaten again?"

The owner of the tavern seemed to have discovered something interesting. He stared at the embarrassed look of the poet in front of him, and exclaimed to Gilt playfully:

"Don't tell me, you were chased and fell into the pigsty of 'Rose Drunk', right? No way? No way?"

After finishing speaking, he covered his mouth and nose exaggeratedly, and waved his sleeves.

"You guessed right." Thorne glanced at the other party in surprise, secretly praising the other party's keen insight.

"Gilt the bard, known to everyone in Twin Towers, who is neither helpful nor harmful, but never drags people back. He is like a louse on a dog's tail..."

The owner of the tavern showed a taunting attribute that even surprised Thorne, and he just spat at Gilt.

"Cut! At least I had the guts to go outside and how about you? Don't you realize that you've become a mole that only hides in moldy holes. You've let me down, dear shopkeeper, you know What does disappointment look like?"

Facing the shopkeeper's ridicule, Gilt's face was as thick as ever. He reached out and brushed the messy hair on his forehead, leaned against the counter, stared at the stack of gold coins on the table of the tavern owner, and said with a smirk. Picking up one, turning it on the table, retorted in a relaxed tone:

"Disappointment is like a gold coin, there will always be enough to buy a ticket to leave. The owner of the eloquent shop, thank you very much, you helped me find materials for poetry, thank you for your mouth like a wasp I'm an inspiration."

"Fuck you! Don't look for the main body of the ballad on me." The shopkeeper laughed and retorted back without showing any weakness:

"Although I really want to be the protagonist of a ballad, it's a pity that a person like you who only finds inspiration in women, how can it be possible to create a moving story about the inner struggle of the tavern owner. Thinking of you can only Playing in that kind of place, I'm really sad for you, but it can't be helped, because people without talent have no capital to choose their audience."

"Aha! I..." Gilt smiled charmingly at the owner.

"Hah, your sister, shut up, didn't you screamed that your whole body hurts just now, and now you feel comfortable again?"

Thorne, who really couldn't stand it anymore, interrupted the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two, and said to the shopkeeper with a snicker: "If there is anything to eat, you can help us get some more meat. Hurry up as much as possible, I'm starving."

After experiencing the dragon's blood baptism twice, he found that his appetite had increased significantly, and his appetite, which was always open to anyone, was gradually spoiled by Anderina.

So much so that he couldn't swallow the hard dry food.

"No problem, it will be ready soon." The shopkeeper gave Gilt a proud look, and responded happily.

"Don't worry, we will stay for one night and leave. We will never cause you any trouble." Seeing the other party being so forthright, Thorn felt a little guilty when he thought of the unhappiness that had happened before, and assured the shopkeeper again.

Hearing Thorne's assurance, the tavern owner's reply was beyond his expectation.

"It doesn't matter. If you really encounter any danger here, you must let go of your hands and feet and beat them hard. Don't worry about causing damage to the tavern and hurt yourself. Don't worry, I won't Care."

"Uh..." Thorne's brain circuit didn't realize the true meaning of the other party's words for a while.

When he left the counter and came to his senses, the first thing he thought of was, is the other party out of his mind?

Obviously, this possibility is very low.

So he turned his attention to Gilt who came over with a mug of beer.

"Is this guy a ghost?" As the two walked, Gilt explained to Thorne:
"In fact, he has long wanted to redecorate his tavern, but with the stability of the public security in Shuangta Town, the number of troublemakers has gradually decreased, and his tavern has no chance to enjoy serious damage treatment."

"If you want to redecorate, just renovate it. Why do you have to destroy it first?" Thorn was even more puzzled.

"Because he insured the tavern." Gilt curled his lips and took a sip of beer, "Think about it, if you really destroy his place, he will not only get your compensation, but also get the lord of Twin Towers Town The compensation of the newly established insurance agency is simply a win-win situation.”

"Okay..." Thorne replied speechlessly.

He looked around with scrutiny and found that there was no suspicious person.

So I prayed secretly in my heart, don't have any short-sighted guy come to seek his bad luck.

Then the two walked towards the dark corner of the hall together.

Because of that corner position, they can clearly see everyone who walks in, but only those who are paying special attention can see them.

That's why Thorne likes to be in an unobtrusive position.

Unfortunately, when the two came over, several positions in the corner had already been taken.

The occupants are some very amiable young ladies, and the smiles on their faces seem to say: As long as you have money, they treat you better than anyone else.

It was early enough for the evening revelry, so they just sat sparsely, sipping wine from glasses, and rubbing perfume into the hollows of their knees and elbows.

Thorn and Geert were going to go to other places. To their dismay, they found that the tavern was very lively tonight. Except for a few vacancies in this corner, almost all of them were occupied.

"Hi! Would you like a game kiss? Or, a hug?" A woman with long red hair looked at her nails and greeted the two.

"Oh! Ms. Ashanta, we just want to see for ourselves." Gilt replied first, and he looked at her frivolously.

After finishing speaking, he touched Thorn next to him and gestured with his eyes, as if telling him: There are no other seats, let's just sit here.

Thorn nodded slightly, showing an indifferent expression.

When the two sat down, the red-haired woman Ashanda smiled at Gilt mockingly and coquettishly, pretended to be shocked, blinked, put two fingers into her mouth, and replied:
"Most people like to have a good audience, it's okay, you just sit down. But if you are going to take this opportunity and want to do something, but you can't afford the money, you know what will happen, third-rate poet."

Thorne sat impassively across from the woman the poet called Assanda.

Vaguely, he felt that the aura exuded by this red-haired woman was different from that of the other ladies nearby, and made him feel more like a professional with good strength.

The perfume she was wearing, in Thorne's opinion, was more like the scent of natural roses, not as strong as others.

A trace of it floats into the nose, and it smells very good.

It's not like what a prostitute should look like at all.

The most important thing is that she is undoubtedly the most beautiful among all the women in terms of appearance, but many adventurers passing by would rather take a long way than walk past her.

Looking at her, like avoiding snakes and scorpions.

This made Thorne involuntarily aroused a little curiosity, and his eyes stayed on her for a while longer.

Hearing Assanda's warning, Gilt clearly hesitated, and finally he chose to sit on Thorne's left side.

As a poet who often hangs out in taverns, he clearly knows how powerful the woman in front of him is.

He had seen her dagger boots go into the shins of many men, and he had seen her stab a knife into the belly of some ignorant adventurer, causing him to roll out of the tavern screaming.

If Thorne hadn't been by his side, he wouldn't have sat at the red-haired woman's table.

Looking at the smiling Asanta, Gilt glanced at Thorne, who felt full of security, and immediately let go of his courage, making a move that he had long wanted to try but never dared to do.

He took the initiative to wink at her as if teasing, and pretended to be affectionate:
"Beautiful Ms. Ashanta, do you know? I specially wrote five lines of love poems about fire for your fiery long red hair: two lines for you to burn mellow coffee, two lines for when the cold wave comes, Get warmth for you, and leave the last line for you to read me in the dark night."

"It's so touching, so, dirty poet, do you want my long hair to heat up your body?"

The red-haired woman met Gilt's gaze, giggled, got up boldly from the chair, walked past Thorn, and came between the two of them.

The glamorous Ashanda wore a smooth tight skirt, which was cold and soft, and deliberately rubbed her round buttocks against Thorne's arm when passing by.

He stared blankly, and immediately realized that the other party was sending a message to himself.

Thorne looked thoughtfully at this Ashanda who was flirting with Geert, and took out a brooch from the dimension bag.

And the other party didn't care about his unscrupulous gaze, flirting with Gilt as if he didn't exist.

Her crystal eyes shimmered, and there was a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth. With her slender waist swaying, her plump buttocks swayed in a touching arc.

Just when she was about to sit on Gilt's lap, she suddenly twisted her soft waist and stood up abruptly, leaving the poet with a silly smile on her face.

"Little baby, you can do it anytime when you have money." Ashanda said to Gilt with a hoarse voice, looked at the poet's flushed face, chuckled again, and said teasingly: "And , my sister will also teach you a lot of wonderful skills and postures, the kind that does not charge tuition."

Ashanda giggled and left, inadvertently blinked her captivating eyes at Thorne, and disappeared into the night outside the tavern.

(End of this chapter)