Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 495 Harper

As night fell, it was draped over the Shuangta Town like a soft curtain, and the tavern gradually became lively.

The adventurers boasted to each other about their recent harvest in the Blighthead Mountains. The waitresses were like butterflies avoiding the salty pig hands that stretched out in pairs, flying among the tables, and the bards were hiding in the corners, singing The most popular erotic ditties.

At this time, the door of the 'Little Frog' tavern was suddenly pushed open, and a half-elf wearing a black cloak with two swords hanging from his waist came out silently from the darkness.

"Hey! So...Mr. Ranger, the table and barbecue are waiting for you. What do you want? Of course, there are also grills and fine wine." The tavern owner looked up at Thorne who was coming, waved his hand, and greeted excitedly.

"Sorry, I've already eaten, just give me a table, preferably in the corner." Thorn shook his head slightly, leaning against the counter, and said with a smile.

After finishing speaking, he turned his eyes to the messy tavern hall. As usual, there were crowds of people everywhere, the smell of alcohol was overflowing, and the air was full of the excitement of lust and money.

Finally, Thorne set his sights on a woman with long wine-red hair and a smooth tight skirt in the corner.

"You have also seen it. It is obviously too embarrassing for me to find an unoccupied table for you alone." The tavern owner spread his hands and said a little helplessly.

"Forget it, what is the identity of that woman?" Thorn pointed to the woman with long wine-red hair in the corner and asked curiously.

This person is the Harper member who sent him the message last night.

Although he already knew the real identity of the other party, he was even more curious about how the Harper member concealed his identity from being discovered.

And the purpose of his coming here was to find her, he wanted to ask her about the man in black in person.

"Her?" The tavern owner followed Thorne's gaze, and when he saw the woman's identity, his eyes shrank, and he whispered with a little fear: "Her name is Ashanda, a woman who wanders in the tavern. Dust girl."

"That's all?" Thorne noticed the strange look on the tavern owner's face, and immediately became interested, and said with a smile, "Tell me, the more detailed the better."

"What? Are you interested in her?" The tavern owner immediately gave him an ambiguous look when he heard Thorne's questioning, and then lowered his voice and said:
"Then I want to remind you that although she is a prostitute, no one in the tavern has managed to succeed so far. In the words of adventurers, Ashanda is a horse that no one can tame." If you want to ride her, besides being prepared to lose your gold coins, you also have to be careful not to be thrown half to death."

"Is it that exaggerated?" Thorne looked at Ashanda who was swaying the fine wine in the glass in the corner.

"If you don't believe me, you can try to ride it." The tavern owner smiled bluntly, and said to Thorn: "I believe, you can definitely ride it."

Thorn chuckled, and walked towards Assanda under the expectant eyes of the tavern owner.

Of course, his purpose in walking over was not just to ride her, as the tavernkeeper imagined, but to ask the well-informed Harper scout a few questions.

"Hello, Ms. Ashanta, may I sit here?"

Thorne walked through the noisy wine tables, kicked away a halfling who was about to lie down on the ground and fell asleep, and came to the wine table with only the red-haired woman.

"Oh, this handsome half-elf, don't pretend to be serious, I'm not used to it. Come on, relax your tense body, and call me Miss Ashanda." Ashanda taunted Thorne And said with a coquettish smile:

"Are you trying to play a game with me? If you win, we can have a chat together in the room and explore the mystery of the source of life. How about it? Do you want to play?"

It seemed that they couldn't communicate normally, and Thorn's heart sank.

However, I soon figured out why.

So he sat on the chair beside Ashanda, stretched out his hand to touch the sharp chin of the other party, and pretended to pick lightly: "Then how do you want to play?"

Ashanda chuckled, dancing with her wine-red hair, and easily dodged Thorne's hand.

Just as he was about to speak, a burly man came over.

"Hi, Miss Ashenda, let me play with you tonight."

Thorne looked up and found that this was a big black-faced man with an exaggerated beard. Judging from the aura exuding from his whole body, his strength should be around the third level.

Vaguely, he also heard voices of discussion coming from behind him. This uninvited guest seemed to be an officer from the Cliff Fort in the Desolate Skull Mountain Range.

Now, with the end of the war against the ogres and the hill giants, these officers and soldiers who survived the battlefield have come to Twin Towers Town to relax.

"Oh? Really? Looks like business is going well tonight." Ashanda caressed her delicate face with the back of her hand, licked her wine-stained red lips, and said playfully to the black-faced man:

"Unfortunately, I already have guests tonight. You should know my rules. I only serve one guest a night."

"Really?" The burly man with an exaggerated beard walked up to Thorne, staring at him unkindly, his black beard twisted with a challenging sneer.

Feeling the threat of the big black-faced man, Thorn sat calmly on the chair, and gently touched the hilt of the sword with his right hand. As long as the opponent made a slight move, his sword would definitely knock his head off instantly.

Suddenly, in the silent confrontation between the two, the whole tavern gradually became quiet, and countless eyes looked at this table.

At the moment when the air seemed to freeze between the two of them.

As an officer, the black-faced man seemed to have thought of the consequences of doing so, and immediately retracted his gaze as if submissive, turned to look at Ashanda who was leaning on his chin, and said, "I would like to pay 10 more gold coins."

"He's much handsomer than you." Ashanda had a mischievous smile on her face.

"15?" The black-faced burly man raised the price.

"Look carefully, his skin is fair, his eyes are dark and deep, and there is a look of wisdom between his brows. He is simply a rare handsome man. How do you think I should choose, big bear?" Ashanda With winking eyes like silk, he teased the big black-faced man in a soft tone.

"30!" The black-faced man stared at Ashanda's curvaceous body, his eyes seemed to swallow her alive, and then he said through gritted teeth.

"As you wish, my guest." Assanda blinked at Thorne beside her, reached out and patted his knee hidden under the table, and then responded to the black-faced man.

"That's right." The black-faced man smiled evilly at the red-haired woman, then reached into his pocket, took out a bag of gold coins, threw it on the table, and said playfully:
"My uncle heard that you have a very interesting rule, so how do you plan to play today? I have been looking forward to it for a long time, and I hope you will not let me down."

Seeing this, Thorne wisely stood up and took a few steps back in order to prevent accidents from happening.

At this time, most of the drinkers in the tavern gathered around.

The red-haired woman Ashanda chuckled, and with a wave of her hand, a bag of gold coins on the table disappeared in her hand, then slowly got up, and cast a seductive wink at the black-faced man.

Then naturally lifted her long wine-red hair, and slowly pulled down the deep V-shaped neckline of the tight-fitting dress with one hand, sending out benefits to all the onlookers who were eating melons.

Amidst the exclamation of everyone's wide-eyed eyes, the two bowl-shaped white balls almost jumped out with slow movements.

Ashanda quickly covered her neckline again, then pointed to her chest, and giggled at the black-faced man who swallowed her saliva: "There is a gold coin hidden here, if you can take it out, I will belong to you tonight It's gone."

"Sure enough, but, I like it! I like it so much that I almost 'vomit'. It is indeed a fierce horse that is said to be unmanned. Tonight, I must ride on it and gallop wildly." The black-faced man laughed, Nodding very satisfied.

After finishing speaking, he immediately shook off the outer robe, revealing his thick arms and broad body of an inverted triangle.

Seeing this, the weak Ashanda shook her sleeves, and a dagger with a cold light appeared in her palm.

"Oh? Honey, are you going to use it for defense?" The big man showed off his muscles and asked complacently, "Shall I let it chop first?"

The black-faced man's mockery made the onlookers burst into laughter.

In response, there was a lewd laugh from the crowd.

"Don't worry, everyone will have a share later." Farrig showed a vicious expression, regardless of whether the other party was ready or not, his burly and sturdy body pounced on him like a big bear.

However, in Thorne's view, the speed and explosive power of this big bear is definitely faster than that of the law enforcement captain Gadley who was educated by him.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to survive the battlefield of the Barren Skull Mountains intact.

However, the laughter in the crowd suddenly stopped following a flash of cold light.

What followed was a scream like killing a pig.

The big man named Farig held his right wrist with his left hand, and bloodstains like spider webs appeared on his palm and the back of his hand. Under the dim light, it looked extremely infiltrating and terrifying.

"Do you want to continue?" The red-haired woman looked at the terrified Farig, her crystal eyes radiated a heart-pounding gleam, and there was a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth.

Farig pressed tightly on the blood vessel severed by the dagger at his wrist, scarlet blood seeping out from his fingers unstoppably.

"go!"

Seeing the charming Asanta, his already extremely dark complexion became even darker. Feeling ashamed, he hurriedly greeted his companions, and fled in embarrassment amidst the laughter of the crowd.

Just when the crowd was about to disperse, Ashanda twisted her slender waist and came towards Thorne who was standing aside watching the excitement.

Accompanied by the slight swing of the buttocks that were plump like a full moon, outlining a heart-pounding arc, there was the sound of swallowing saliva from the crowd, and even a hint of greed and desire appeared in the eyes of many people.

However, no one dared to take the initiative to take a step forward.

"Handsome half-elf, do you want to play this game too?"

Ashanda, who walked up to Thorne, looked at him with charming eyes and a very obvious provocative expression. She pointed to her plump chest. After careful observation, she could find that a gold coin was caught in the deep ditch .

I saw her lightly hooking her fingers towards Thorn, and said frivolously: "My sister is in a good mood today, so I will make an exception and let you try it once. Do you want it?"

After finishing speaking, he deliberately grabbed Thorne's hand and rubbed it lightly on his chest.

Thorn looked straight, and immediately retracted his hand, because he touched the outline of a harpist brooch.

"Look at his cowardly appearance, his tense appearance is like a taut bowstring. You can tell at a glance that he is not a person with an open personality, hahaha..." There was another booing voice from the crowd, and the tone was more like naked jealousy .

What followed were various whistles and chaotic obscenities.

But these people are very wise to keep a relatively safe distance from the red-haired woman Ashanda.

"As you wish, beautiful Miss Ashanta, thank you for giving me this opportunity." Thorne chuckled lightly and nodded in response.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the gold coin hidden in the deep ditch, his right hand dodged the sharp knife lights, turned into afterimages, and struck towards the opponent's chest.

The bursts of operations that dazzled everyone suddenly stopped the laughter in the crowd, and they all stared at the game with breathless concentration.

When Thorn withdrew his hand, a bright orange gold coin happened to be caught between his fingers, and when the sharp dagger stabbed his wrist, it didn't leave a trace.

"What a strong natural defense." Assanda was startled and couldn't help but mutter to herself.

She could clearly feel her dagger slashing the opponent's wrist more than a dozen times in a row, but to her shock, there was no trace left.

Even though it was an ordinary dagger, she didn't think there was anything special about the ranger's physique.

"Maybe just take out this gold coin." Seeing the dazed red woman, Thorn shook the gold coin on his fingertips and reminded.

Assanda regained her senses and nodded subconsciously.

Seeing this, Thorne led her directly to the guest room on the second floor amidst envious and jealous eyes.

In the dark room, with a soft sound, a flickering candle light jumped out, illuminating the small room.

"Can you tell me about the man in black?" Thorne in the room sat on a table with both hands, dangling his calf, and looked at Ashanda who was sitting on the bed.

Ashanda put away her charming expression long ago, and said solemnly:
"To be honest, it's really hard for me to understand why His Excellency Alanis took the initiative to give you this token about the safety of the Harper members. If you suddenly have evil thoughts, all the eyeliners we have planted here are likely to be pulled out, so... ..."

"Now is not the time to discuss this topic. I just want to know about the news about the man in black." Thorn interrupted her and returned to the topic.

After speaking, as if thinking of something, he immediately took out a sheepskin scroll and handed it to Ashanda: "This is a portrait of the man in black. If it is convenient, please confirm it for me."

Ashanda took the sheepskin scroll handed over by Thorne, put it away without even looking at it, and said in a cold tone:
"You are not a member of our harpist organization, don't think that you can tell me what to do with a token."

"Then what do you mean?" Thorne asked curiously, not caring about the other party's tone of voice.

In his opinion, if the other party is really unwilling to help him investigate the man in black, then she will never take the initiative to tell him about the man in black, which means that she must have something that she wants him to do. Do it in exchange.

"In a valley of the Wild Skull Mountains live the hunters of Mara: the people of black blood." Ashanda explained her intentions directly and clearly:
"Now, the war in the Blighthead Mountain Range is over, and the head of the Paladin Legion of the Cliff Fort has also freed up his hands."

"You mean that you want me to persuade the chief of the paladins in Cliff Fort to destroy the followers of Mara together with him, right?" Thorne was stunned and revealed Assanda's intention.

"That's right." Assanda nodded, and said solemnly: "The negative energy atmosphere in that valley is getting heavier and heavier, and I sense some kind of hidden danger, so I must stop them in advance.

If this matter is done, I can help you contact the Harper member living in Deep Rock City and let him assist you in investigating the origin of the man in black. "

"Although your mandatory request sounds really unpleasant, but I will take this job." Thorne said with a blank expression: "I hope you can keep your word."

After finishing speaking, he directly opened the window, turned into a cloud of shadow energy and disappeared without a trace.

(End of this chapter)