Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 487 Visit
The next day, early in the morning.

Thorne and Gilt walked towards the Baron's Mansion in Twin Towers Town.

The residence of the lord of Shuangta Town is a dark black castle with a simple shape.

The old castle is located on a steep hill overlooking the entire town. Although the area is not as large as the abandoned one in the town of Pushang, it is not grand as a whole, and there are many traces of renovation, but the battlements used for defense, There are many watchtowers and moats.

The walls of the ancient castle are made of thick black marble blocks, and the smoothed corners are silently telling the world how many years it has gone through. At each of the four corners of the city wall, there is a circular tower with nothing on it. one person.

It is said that 50 years ago, Shuangta Town was once ravaged by ogres from the Barren Skull Mountains, and it has been inhabited by ogres for a long time.

As a result, there are many patch-like traces on the walls of this ancient castle, which looks very awkward.

At this time, the drawbridge over the creek-like moat was lowered, and the gates of the castle were left open.

Thorne and Gilt walked in without hesitation.

In the center of the castle is the largest inner fort, and on both sides are similar cylindrical warehouses and armories.

In the words of the bard Geert: This main castle sandwiched between the armory and the warehouse is like a lump of black... flying in the ass.

Thorne originally thought that the other party was maliciously sarcastic out of revenge.

But after he took a casual look at it from a distance, he found that it was really like what Gilt said, it was so similar...

He had to lament that Gilt's metaphor was really appropriate.

The open space around the inner castle is very large, some of which are planted with fruit trees, and some are planted with bright flowers.

Not far away, Thorne also found a garrison barracks. He took a rough look and confirmed that the barracks could accommodate at least 150 guards from Shuangta Town.

However, there are only more than 20 diligent soldiers training their combat skills on the training ground.

In the courtyard there are also stables, a chapel, a blacksmith's shop and several storage rooms.

To Thorne's surprise, he found a familiar scene in a corner, where lawns, ponds, gardens, and rockeries were all available, which looked extremely elegant.

It can be seen from the traces of the surrounding buildings that it was definitely built recently.

Thinking of this, he began to think about building such a scene in the tower after Anderina successfully researched the folding space technology.

Even Gilt next to him couldn't help curling his lips enviously, and shouted that Thorne should go and sit with him for a while, looking for inspiration for creation.

In the end, Thorne gave him a cold look, and shut up obediently.

After the two walked for a while, the gate of the inner castle was opened, and a fat man in a tuxedo and a housekeeper came out.

The butler first looked at Gilt. He obviously knew the bard. From his frown, it could be seen that the famous artist definitely didn't make a good impression on him.

Then, the butler bowed to the half-elf beside the poet, and said in a respectful tone: "Hello, Lord Thorne, distinguished guest from Fallstown, please follow me."

However, when the butler raised his head to see Thorne's face clearly, his expression froze for a moment, as if recalling some unpleasant memory, his face twitched involuntarily, and he immediately pursed his lips tightly and remained silent.

Thorne let out a laugh, with a rare look of embarrassment on his face.

Three years ago, when he and Andrina planned to use the magic circle to teleport to Cold Winter City, they made a mistake, and this mistake happened to land them in the dance hall of Twin Towers Town.

From the slightly changed expression on the housekeeper's face, it can be seen that the other party obviously recognized him, but he was afraid to mention it because of his identity.

Under the leadership of the butler, the two walked through a dark and narrow corridor from the door to the reception hall of the inner castle.

The hall is spacious and bright, surrounded by shutters that are slightly blown by the wind, providing enough light for the entire hall.

"Dear Lord Thorne, the lord will come later, please wait a moment." The steward bowed to Thorne again.

"Please forgive me for not being able to accompany you here. With the end of the war in the Wild Skull Mountain Range, there are still many affairs waiting for me to deal with in the castle. I am really sorry."

"It's okay, you can go about your business." Seeing the other party's cautious appearance, Thorne waved his hand indifferently and said casually.

The ogres and hill giants of the Blighthead Mountains united to try to ravage several frontier towns led by Twin Towers, but were finally defeated by the coalition forces established in the pass.

It is said that the main reason for the victory was that several high-level wizards from the Wizards Union came, and the nine-ring spells they cast together were the key to victory.

The bowed butler slowly exited the hall.

Immediately afterwards, the door on one side of the hall was opened, and a girl in a maid outfit walked out from the door.

When the girl looked at the two of them, there was a sweet smile on her pretty cheeks with freckles, which reminded Thorne of the half-elf girl involuntarily.

During this moment of daze, he saw Gilt reach out and straighten the bowler hat he was wearing on his head, and walked towards the maid with a blunt smile on his face.

Thorn coughed lightly, and Giltra backed away with a shrugged face.

But those squinting eyes kept staring at the girl's cute little butt, and he rubbed his hands with a look of eagerness, which made the ranger beside him want to kick him.

The maid held a tray with both hands, and on the tray were some snacks to pass the time.

After she put the snacks on the table, she immediately blushed and retreated in a panic, which drew a few smirks from Gilt.

Afterwards, Thorn, who was bored, began to look at the weapons hanging on a wall to pass the time. He looked along the wall one by one, reaching out to touch them from time to time, but was disappointed to find that they were all ordinary decorations.

Gilt, on the other hand, was playing with the harp in his arms. It seemed that the timbre of the strings had changed because of the accident last night.

"Alvie, this bitch's airs are too big, she actually asked you to wait for her here." Gilt, who finished the sound test, picked up a strawberry and threw it into his mouth, complaining boredly.

"We came too early." Thorne glanced at the shutters, just in time to see the thin morning mist painted rosy.

"Didn't you say you're going to Deep Rock City today? What did that witch secretly say to you yesterday, which made you suddenly change your mind and come here?" Gilt asked again puzzled.

"I've said these things, and you don't know, so don't worry about it. When the caravan from Waterfall Town comes, you can go back honestly with them." Thorn frowned slightly, and said casually. Perfunctory.

Yesterday, the sorceress who met by accident suddenly told him that the seer named Winster was dead, which really shocked him, but it was nothing.

What surprised him the most was that he learned from the sorceress that the old village chief named Winster was just an ordinary old man, weaker than Gilt.

He did not die of natural causes, but was killed by a group of followers of Mara.

In the small village hidden in the Huangkuan mountain range, only she and the elf swordsman escaped from the more than 100 people living there.

A clairvoyant who dared to challenge the gods was killed by a follower of Mara. When the witch said this, Thorne realized that the person the other said was not the same as the Winster he had seen. It should not be the same person.

But another sentence from the witch made Thorne completely believe that the Winster said by the witch was the same person he saw.

The dead old village head claimed that he took away his necklace that he never dared to touch in the underground cave in Shuangta Town: a sad fairy tale.

However, what confused Thorne the most was that he had once explored the secret temple of the undead lord Otis under the Tower of the Dead with the dragonborn paladins, and he had also witnessed Winster killing Otis with ease. The incarnation of Ques.

He also learned from Anderina that the wizard named Winster in the elven legend eventually became a lich.

The sorceress claimed that if she wanted to know the truth, she would have to go to the valley occupied by Mara believers and she would know everything.

There, not only can you solve his doubts, but there is also a very important thing to give him.

The last words left by the old village chief to the witch before his death were to let her wait for Thorn's arrival in Shuangta Town.

Thorne, who was haunted by all kinds of doubts, decided to go to the small valley to find out.

So he asked the sorceress to tell the lord of Twin Towers that he knew he would pay a visit.

"Is it about Winster?" Gilt asked Thorne.

"You know?" Thorne turned to look at the poet leaning on the armchair.

The content of the conversation with the female wizard was completely told to him by the other party using magic sound transmission, and he naturally would not talk to the other party about these things.

"Have you forgotten the real purpose of my coming here?" Gilt winked at Thorne, and continued:
"In the legend of the elves, Winster became a lich, and his lover became the elect of the undead beauty Ms. Ye Yao. Although legends and songs will be changed beyond recognition as they spread, at least the essence will not change. of."

"What essence?" Thorne sat on the armchair next to Gilt and became interested.

"The essence of poetry is to move the world, or to record certain fragments of history." Gilt thought for a while, and explained to the ranger beside him: "Many poets can use nearly a thousand poems or use nearly a thousand methods to vividly describe One thing, but they can never be separated from one fact."

"The truth?" Thorne seemed to be touched by a nerve that Gilt inadvertently said, which made him realize what the other party wanted to express, which made him even more suspicious of Winster's identity .

It made him look forward to the truth he learned after arriving in the valley of the Huangkuan Mountains.

"Yes, that's the truth." Gilt nodded with a smile, and continued:
"Let me give you an example. I wrote a poem about the miller's wife seducing men outside, and then many poets will create countless similar ballads based on the miller's wife seducing men. For example, the miller The wife especially likes to sleep with people during the specified time period, especially likes to sleep with strong and strong men, or likes to sleep with men in fancy postures, but no matter how you describe it, it can't change the fact that the miller's wife is cheating."

"That's exactly what it means." Thorne nodded with a smile, and joked: "That is to say, no matter what ballad you create, it can't change the fact that most of your inspiration comes from your lustful thoughts, right? ?”

(End of this chapter)