Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 186 Tracking the Thief

"Why don't you try to return the mission?" Cowley couldn't help but ask.

"No need," Carl shook his head, rejecting Cowley's proposal, "Let's not talk about whether we can cancel this mission."

"Even if the task is successfully returned, it will still reduce Talisa's favorability. It is not worth the loss for Suramar to offend such a big man."

"I'm afraid we have to continue this mission even if we bite the bullet."

After several people finished their lunch, Carl got up and took them out of the hotel.

Although Suramar is a city, the city was established on the back of a port in the Broken Isles, or most of the city was built on the water, and the tall load-bearing columns supported the entire city. Small boats link various areas of the city together.

The few people who left the hotel found a nearby small pier and took a boat to the east of Suramar.

East Suramar is a place few people want to go to, because it has the largest slum in the city, and more than 60.00% of the security incidents in the city happened in this area, messy, lifeless buildings, dirty puddles, Rats scurrying around, and poor people who ate and waited to die.

In the alley exuding a weird atmosphere, there was a creaking sound in a dilapidated house, and then the frowning Galina pushed open the wooden door and walked out. He looked at Cowley outside, a little discouraged Said: "The thief named Snake lives near here, but no one here knows where he is."

"Thank you," Carl nodded.

"It seems that the guy named Snake is not a simple character, but since we have already completed this task, there is no reason not to complete it," Cowley muttered, and it can be seen that in this matter He blamed himself a little, but there was no reason to take back the toothpaste that was squeezed out, so he had to put it on anyway.

"We must try our best to ensure everyone's safety," Carl added beside him. After experiencing the incident in South Sea Town, he has a better understanding of the world. A small team may be very strong, but it is hard to beat four hands. Powers with hundreds or thousands of troops must never conflict unless there is a reason to do so.

Black's deep voice came from the far left, "But we don't have a clue now, how do we get it? We only know that Snake is a professional thief who lives in a poor area, and we can't find much information about him, poor people The area is so big."

"Look for one family at a time!" Carol waved his fist and shouted.

"A carpet search is unrealistic, we don't have that many people," Carl shook his head and rejected Carol's proposal.

"What is written in the file of this thief named Snake?" He suddenly had an idea, and said to Cowley, who was frowning.

"Snake, male, 240 years old, a professional thief, lives at No. 13, Green Lane, or No. 25, Horsetail Lane, a slum in the east of Suramar. He is often active in the slums and near the docks. He is a brotherhood called Lehman. Something to do with it."

"Any more?"

"He likes to wear a dark gray cloak and dark leather armor. He is accustomed to using short swords on his left and right sides, and a poisoned dagger in his right hand."

"Is there any more?" Galina continued to ask curiously.

"He's a well-known alcoholic and satyr," Cowley continued with a wretched grin. "His favorite shorts are suits."

"Bah!" Galina blushed immediately, glared at Cowley fiercely, and said nothing.

"The Lehman Brothers should be the organization behind him. What are they doing?" Carl's voice came in from the side, interrupting the two.

"I don't know yet, I need to continue collecting information," Cowley said in a low voice, shaking his head.

"Lehman Brothers will talk about it later." Carl tried to boost the morale of his comrades, raised a finger, and said triumphantly, "Today we will vote for him first, and catch this thief named Snake first."

"But we don't know where he is?"

"He's a well-known alcoholic and sensualist," Carl smiled, reminding his companions, "It's dusk, where should he go?"

"Tavern!"

"House!"

"Or where there's both wine and women!"

"But there are many places like slums," Cowley said helplessly, spreading his hands.

"If you were this thief named Snake, and you just got a lot of money, where would you go?"

"Of course it's the busiest tavern or brothel!" Several people said in unison.

"Looks like we have a direction!"

Eel Alley, this is the most prosperous and corrupt place in the slums. As long as you have money, you are the god here. As soon as you entered the alley, a few people saw a god who had no money being dragged out by several thugs. Throwing it on the ground, cursing, "Poor ghosts without money don't come."

On both sides of the alley are various taverns and pornographic places. All kinds of Nightborne are lying on the ground, drunk and dreaming. Carl shook his head. The Nightborne is a long-lived race. No one has seen the Nightborne who died naturally. This has led to more acute social contradictions in Suramar than other races. The nobles will always be nobles, and the poor will always be poor.

These Nightbornes rely on the Nightwell in the Nighthold to survive. Leaving here will cause them a serious addiction to magic, and finally become a monster controlled by magic. Many nightborns who have seen through the world began to dream and die. Since you can't escape, enjoy your life, which is why these industries in slum areas are so developed.

Karl and his party ignored those drunkards lying on the ground talking nonsense, and those sons of the night who were indecent in public, and continued to walk into the alley. As the crowd went deeper, he opened his eyes. He really didn't expect this race to degenerate. to such an extent.

Galina had to tightly cover her eyes, clutching Kacrocod's cloak and moving forward.

Soon, several people stopped in front of the most prosperous building in this block, ignoring the entrance of the building, two identical, revealingly dressed, seductive and enchanting twins of the night, walked in and said to a waiter: "Sne Is Ke there? I'm his friend."

"Of course, I'll take you there right now," the waiter saluted, and led several people to the second floor.

"Mr. Snake, your friend is here to see you," the waiter knocked on the door and reminded.

There was no sound in the room, and the waiter knocked on the door again to remind him, but there was still no answer.

Carol, who was a little impatient, pushed the door straight in, but the messy scene in the room made them frown tightly. An unexpected event was placed before his eyes, and Snake died.

(End of this chapter)