Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 127 The Kindness of Holland Coleman
After thanking Karl again, the little troubadour left the cast iron inn, and Karl returned to the hotel room. It was difficult for him to concentrate on the spell book in his hand with this group of gossiping people who were asking around.

In the evening, when Karl was slamming on Kael'thas's how to control enchanted weapons, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter!"

Carl responded without looking up.

Cowley, Blake and Carol filed in,

"Sly guy, we've been out running all day and you're enjoying dinner!"

Carol sat down on the chair, and there was a piece of mutton pie on the table. It was Carl's dinner, and he hadn't had time to eat it yet.

"How did you come back together?"

The three of them frowned, and their worried expressions made Karl couldn't help asking

"Don't mention it!" Cowley said with a sigh and depressed.

Several people had been busy outside for a whole day, and they were already hungry and tired. Carl called the hotel waiter, added enough food for several people, and carefully prepared for Black and Carol, who were addicted to alcohol. The dwarves asked for a cask of dwarven spirits.

"Actually, I prefer Southsea spirits."

Carol shrugged, "But dwarf spirits are also good."

Before the food was served, Carl took the time to ask, after all, no one could guarantee whether the two dwarves could communicate smoothly after drinking a few catties of dwarf spirits.

"Why did you come back together?"

After tidying up the spellbook, ink bottle and parchment on the table, Karl asked unhurriedly.

"bump!"

Grumpy Carol, punching the table, "I'm going to kill Holland Coleman."

Cowley sighed, and told the story of what happened in a depressing manner.

Cowley woke up Carol next door this morning. After a simple breakfast at the hotel, the three separated in front of the hotel and started their respective actions.

The pier of South Sea Town is in the south of the town, which is the purpose of Black's trip.

Cowley and Carroll walked northward. There are a lot of poor people living in the northeast of the town. These places are mixed with fish and dragons, suitable for people who wander in the gray area. According to the information Cowley knows, there are nearly ten A fraternity of sorts.

Soon, Cowley searched for them one by one according to the locations in his memory. The two of them were busy until the afternoon before collecting the information they needed. When they finished their investigation and left the slums, they were blocked by several people. in the alley.

The grumpy Carol thought it was another blind thief who knocked down the three guards on the spot.
Then he was surrounded by the sheriff with more people and brought back to the security station.

In the security station, the two met a dazed Blake.

"Can they arrest people at will?" Carl couldn't help asking.

"Here is different from Dalaran. Dalaran has strict and perfect laws, but here is not," Cowley, a thief who has been active in the mainland of Lordaeron all year round, explained to Karl: "This is South Sea Town, which belongs to the To the Barov family."

"The mayor and magistrate of Nanhai Town are all appointed by the Barov family. As long as it is not too much, the noble lords will not care about these trivial matters."

"As long as the taxes are paid on time every year, and a few blind adventurers die, who cares!"

"Why were you arrested?"

"Clean up the murlocs!"

What happened during the battle to clean up the murlocs was spread throughout Southsea Town by thoughtful people, and now everyone knows that Holland Coleman is not a person to be trusted.

The old one didn't have a few teeth, and the old mayor who spoke out of the air also paid attention to this matter, and scolded Holland Kullman severely.

So this morning, Holland Coleman began to search the entire South Sea Town for the survivors among yesterday's adventurers, and the Kalji people were his focus.

The guards searched several people in Nanhai Town all morning, finally found them in the afternoon, and took them to the public security station for questioning.

"What about the back?"

Karl was a little puzzled at this time, why would he release the duck after he had already caught it? He didn't believe that Holland Kullman would release the duck he got. He was a little darker, and there was nothing to say about it. Meaning, directly accuse him of a crime and execute him in secret.

Publish a rumor announcement in the whole town, perfect solution.

"Later, after we swore by the gods we believed in, he let us back," Cowley continued, taking a large glass of cider from the waiter, "but before leaving, Holland Coleman urgently I want to see you, but I don't know the specific reason."

"In his words, he has unleashed his goodwill, and if you don't see him, lock us all up."

Black added, "Maybe Holland Coleman needs your help with something."

Hearing the stories of several people, Karl fell into deep thought. Holland Kullman must have something very urgent and needs Karl's help, otherwise it would be impossible for a selfish person like him to lower his profile like this.

Nobles have a high status in the human kingdom. It can be said that the land of various human countries is the collection of lands of many nobles.

And Holland Kullman is also a nobleman. Although he is only a lord and not yet a hereditary nobleman, it is already a blow to civilians.

"This matter is not urgent. Now the matter of Holland Kullman is speculated to be urgent. The longer this time is delayed, the greater our advantage."

Carl picked up a piece of roasted lamb, took a bite, and the aroma and juice of the lamb spread throughout his mouth. Carl narrowed his eyes comfortably, and had to say that the dwarven barbecue here is really authentic!
Then I took a sip of the cool Alterac beer, which is the ultimate enjoyment on this summer afternoon.

These wines have been stored in the hotel's cellar. For the convenience of storage, the dwarf boss built the cellar five meters deep underground, in order to bring the best experience to the customers in this season.

No wonder the cast-iron inn thrives.

"How's the news going?"

Cowley shook his head and continued, "Finding out news is a difficult task."

"We need to find clues to the truth from all kinds of false news, which requires a good understanding of the Hillsbrad area and South Sea Town."

"You also need to be familiar with these thieves organizations that no one recognizes except themselves. For money, these people can make up more than [-] pieces of news for you at any time if you want."

Cowley said, dancing.

"So, how much did you lose?"

Cowley took out two silver coins from his pocket and said proudly, "This is my harvest."

"This group of rookies don't even look at who I am, a professional thief certified by Ravenholdt Manor, but they were cheated of 2 silver coins by me!"

Cowley opened his pocket and poured out more than a dozen copper coins in the pocket, announcing to everyone:
"It's impossible to lie to me! I only have these copper coins in my bag!"

(End of this chapter)