ragginovel Chapter 405 Radicals
Chapter 405 Radicals
Chapter 405 Radicals
Strolling the streets, Thorne navigates the dense roads of Twilight Town.
The broad street was full of people, the joy of victory and the sadness of the dead mixed together, creating an indescribable atmosphere among the crowd.
Passing by the door of the 'Salted Fish' tavern, Thorne stopped in his tracks. At this hour of noon, the tavern was full of people as usual, with wanton laughter and deep sobs...
Thorn, who was not at all noticeable in the bright sunlight, raised his head slightly.
He quietly listened to the noisy voices in the house, his black eyes hidden in the hood stared at the eye-catching signboard reflecting the dazzling light in the sun, and finally lifted his dusty boots, towards the door blocked by the exquisite wind chime walked over.
"Drip drip!"
However, when Thorn's figure floated over the crisp wind chimes, what he got in exchange was not the pleasant soft sound that seemed to cleanse the soul, but the sirens that pierced the eardrums one after another.
The siren was so piercing and repulsive that the moment it reached the chattering crowd of drinkers in the tavern, the noise gradually died down until it became audible and dead silent.
"Magic alarm?" Thorne, the instigator, didn't care about the countless gazes looking at him. Instead, he looked at the magic circle with a faint magic aura on the door frame with great interest.
Obviously, the most luxurious tavern in Twilight Town has been banned by its owner. If it does not carry some kind of magic medium, it will sound like a security gate.
So, what is their purpose in doing this?
Thorn, who came here for the second time, didn't know much about it. He only knew that the piercing sound seemed to remind everyone in the room who was qualified to step in: an unwelcome guest came here.
"Another short-sighted fellow." The dead silence didn't last long, and was quickly broken by a soldier with a thick neck who was blushing from drinking.
The sounds of wine glasses hitting the table and chair legs rubbing against the floor echoed each other, forming a rhythmic din.
Some people continued to be busy with their undigested food and unfinished gossip, while a small group of more curious people began to point and whisper to the ranger at the door.
"I'm very sorry, outsiders who are not residents of Twilight Town are not welcome here."
A tavern steward came out from the counter and said to the ranger angrily. His shrewd eyes looked at his boots and cloak. The boots were full of dust, and the cloak was clotted with blood.
When he noticed the two unpretentious scabbards hanging on the other side's waist, the compound longbow and the quiver filled with arrows behind his back, the pupils of the manager suddenly shrank, and his rich experience was telling him This is likely to be an unaffordable guest.
So his expression relaxed a lot, looking at the ranger's blurred face caused by the shadow, he kindly reminded: "I suggest you go to the Oxtail or Gray Rose Tavern, where..."
"I'm just here to find someone, and it won't take too long." Thorne interrupted the manager's introduction, explained his purpose, and then moved his feet and walked into the tavern with his whole body, and the crisp wind chimes rang .
"I'm really sorry, adventurers who came from afar, this is the rule set by Twilight Town... Countless eyes are watching, I can't break it."
The person in charge saw the ranger take two steps forward, for some reason, his body backed up as if uncontrollably, and then bit the bullet and stopped in front of the guests. When he mentioned Twilight Town, his tone was Deliberately accentuated.
"The rules of Twilight Town?... Forget it." Thorne raised his eyebrows slightly. Although he heard that the manager was not telling the truth, he didn't want to waste time here, and then he left a sentence and turned to leave. .
However, someone in the whispering tavern did not want him to leave so easily.
Just as the manager of the tavern secretly breathed a sigh of relief, a sturdy drunk barbarian got up and walked over, followed by two followers.
"You won't be welcome here, you lowly son of a bitch, you cowardly bastard." A vulgar voice mixed with the smell of wine, onion and garlic came out of the sturdy savage's throat.
He seemed to feel that he was not satisfied, so he walked up to Thorne, blocked his way, stretched out his hand and pointed at his head condescendingly, and continued to curse:
"Twilight Town is our Twilight Town! You selfish bastards are not welcome! Speculators! People who eat and wait to die! Get lost! Let this tavern retain the last trace of decency in the entire town!"
"Did you hear what I said, you bastard!" Seeing that the ranger was 'scared' into silence, the sturdy barbarian made an insane amount of nonsense.
"He can't hear, his ears are stuffed with donkey hair, hahaha..." One servant answered, while the other laughed.
"Clang!"
The sharp sword was unsheathed, and the pale blue light of the Steel Soul Sword was fleeting under the dim light. The sturdy barbarian and his two attendants covered their faces distorted by anger and howled like a pig.
Scarlet blood flowed from their fingers, across the veined back of their hands, and dripped onto the flat marble floor, splashing bloody flowers.
The tavern suddenly exploded.
The chairs were overturned to the ground due to the sudden standing up, and the sharp blades gleaming with cold light reflected the cold light under the light, and all the angry eyes focused on the sharp swords that had been sheathed at some time. Ranger body.
"What the fuck is a bunch of brainless idiots!"
The manager of the tavern, who had reacted, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, glanced at the three unlucky guys, couldn't help but swear, then rushed to the counter in a hurry, smashed out a magic talisman, and activated it.
"Chop him up for me!" The blood-stained, ferocious and terrifying barbarian drew his weapon and shouted loudly, and the clamor was suddenly a little too loud.
Thorn's sword-like eyes glanced around coldly, and the cold fear instantly climbed up the eager faces, and soon spread to their whole bodies, so that no one dared to lift their trembling legs and take a step forward.
"Stop it all!"
Suddenly, a light blue magic circle appeared between the ranger and many radicals. The moment the magic circle disappeared, a slender woman in red came out with light steps.
The noisy crowd also slowly quieted down with the arrival of the woman in red and the cold warning.
"It's all gone, this ranger is a guest I invited." The woman in red gave Thorn an apologetic look, and then waved to the onlookers.
"I'm very sorry, this is just a misunderstanding, please enjoy it slowly. Wait a moment, and each of you will enjoy a free glass of mushroom wine."
The manager of the tavern breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately walked out of the counter, dispersing the melon-eating crowd with apologetic eyes.
As for the three unlucky ones who screamed with their deep wounds on their faces, he kicked them hard and sent someone to drive them out.
"Hi, we meet again, the great hero who saved Twilight Town." Seeing everyone's curious eyes go away, the woman in red, Weishala, looked at Thorne standing at the door with interest, and walked away. Go forward, greeted with a smile:
"What's the matter here? Don't tell me you're here to find Anderina. I'm sorry to tell you that she left long ago. Of course, I can tell you where she went."
"That's unnecessary, thank you for your kindness. I did come here to find someone, but not her." Standing at the door, Thorne said without any fluctuations in his tone.
"Come in and have a seat?" Weisala said with a playful look at Thorne.
"Forget it, your guests are too enthusiastic, and I'm afraid of being killed by the eyes of these radicals." Thorne scanned the eyes looking here in the room, and said sarcastically.
Wherever there are people, there are fights, and so is Twilight.
After the town on the Emerald Fields closest to Winter City stabilized, as the town's reputation spread far and wide, players from the central and southern kingdoms of the mainland could travel long distances almost every day. to settle here.
But this does not mean that everyone is willing to join Twilight Town and be a part of the Guardian Territory.
As a result, when the whole town is facing the threat of the wilderness, there will always be a small number of people who are unwilling to participate, and even short-sighted people will gather together to make trouble.
Therefore, some unbalanced radicals think that they have fought bloody battles to defend their homeland, but in exchange for outsiders who have made no contribution to the town, they must be kicked out. They do not deserve the asylum of Twilight Town.
Obviously, the most luxurious tavern in Twilight Town that Thorne was in at this time directly expressed his attitude and refused all non-Twilight Town residents to enter.
As for whether this rule was set by the lord of Twilight Town, Sarayan himself, or by the female boss in front of him, it is unknown.
In the face of the current situation, this approach is not bad.
Because the purpose of doing so is not only to appease the unbalanced hearts of the radicals, but also to let the guards of the town understand the significant difference between themselves and outsiders, and it also shows that Twilight Town will not expel outsiders.
In fact, this kind of troublesome problem is also happening in Fallshang Town, and the methods of dealing with it are almost the same.
After all, the most lacking thing for the development of the territory is the population, especially those compatriots from other worlds.
However, Torvi and Carlos are the only people in power in the lower part of Fallstown. Unlike Twilight Town, where many leaders who have lost their territories and their confidantes are included, there are many factions here.
This potential hidden danger may not break out during the war because of the same goal. If peace ushers in, they will be like time bombs, and the forces of Twilight Town will be blown to pieces by a little carelessness.
Naturally, it would not be his turn to consider these headaches. He was just a little upset that he had somehow become a victim of this potential rule without knowing it.
"This is a disaster caused by your low profile. If everyone can clearly see your face covered by shadows, it will not add so much trouble for no reason. Or are you a leper? Or see the light Quenching?"
Wei Shala didn't care about Thorne's ridicule, but smiled slightly, teased casually, and invited: "Come in, you stand there and scare my guests so much that they dare not come in and out casually, what do you want me to do?" Do business."
Thorne hesitated for a moment, then followed Weishala into the room.
When he passed by a table with guests, one after another curious gazes were frightened and turned away.
"I'm here to find the troll Trundle. I heard from Andrina that he works for you." Following Vesala into a box, Thorn sat on a chair and explained his purpose.
"You two?" Weisala's eyes flickered, and she looked at the opposite ranger puzzled.
"She is with me now, living in Fallshang Town." Thorn hesitated for a moment, greeted her with calm eyes, and said truthfully.
"It turns out that she was abducted by you. At that time, I was still wondering why this little girl suddenly wanted to go to Stallman Town. I thought she had been living in Stallman Town. It turns out that she was kidnapped. You abducted silently."
Weishala carefully looked at Thorn who was sitting across from him until he coughed dryly to cover up his embarrassment, then she looked away, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "It looks pretty good, barely worthy of it." .”
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The orchard is full of white and purple flowers, filled with the smell of rain, and the colorful rainbow divides the blue sky into two halves, and connects the dense bushes with the distant Great Sword Scar Mountains.
Several well-formed huts are located in the middle of the orchard, surrounded by colorful flowers.
Thorne entered the orchard, carefully walking a gravel path among the flowers.
"Swish..."
Suddenly, he noticed movement on the right, so he looked over.
A miniature elf with tulle butterfly wings hides in the flowers, watching him secretly like a curious kitten.
When she noticed Thorne's gaze, she shyly covered half of her body with flowers and leaves, revealing a pair of small round eyes.
Dressed in a silk robe and tight bodice, this curious pixie shines like the dawn, dazzles like a rising full moon, and shines on the surface of a moving lake with the gentle flapping of her tulle wings moonlight.
"It turned out to be Pixie?"
Seeing this cute elf, Thorne stopped, squatted down and looked carefully.
This kind of elf is hard to come by. If he can catch a few and bring them to the garden in the wizard tower, he believes that Anderina will like them very much.
However, what he didn't expect was a sly look in the lovely Pique's bright eyes.
Immediately afterwards, a palm-sized dark cloud appeared above his head, and rainwater scattered like a shower fell on his head.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough to dodge most of them.
"Hee hee hee..." Looking at Thorne's distressed appearance, the funny little elf let out a silver bell-like laugh.
Then he flew to Thorn, handed him a rhizome with buds, and said with a smile: "Half-elf, this is a gift for you."
After the elf finished speaking, he saw Thorne receiving the gift with a smile on his face. He immediately flapped his tulle-like wings and got into the flowers.
Looking at the gift from the elf, the buds on the rhizome were blooming at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon, a pink rose flower appeared in his hand.
Thorne put it away and continued down the gravel path.
Work in a while.
He came to the hut and saw a white marble table, two wicker recliners and the old troll butler Trundle on the recliner, and another druid deadwood master.
The two were basking in the sun, talking and laughing, chatting about the past.
A troll and a human are drinking tea and chatting with each other next to the hut among the flowers.
What surprised Thorne the most was that the troll butler was so speculative with Master Deadwood.
But if you think about it carefully, you will understand that the age groups of these two people seem to be at the same level, and naturally they have more common topics.
"Master Deadwood, the old butler of the troll, please be polite." Thorn stepped forward lightly, and greeted him politely: "I hope you don't take offense when you come here uninvited."
"You are too polite, little friend Thorne, you are always welcome here." Master Deadwood got up and smiled back at Thorne.
The old troll butler stood up directly and walked to Thorne, and said with a smile: "Brother Thorne, it's been a long time. I heard that old man withered wood said that you came to Twilight Town, but I was so happy. Come on." Come, sit down."
After finishing speaking, he took Thorne's arm and walked over to the marble table to let him sit on the chair. While filling him with tea, he said, "There is one thing I want to ask you for."
"What's the matter?" Thorne took a sip of water from his teacup and asked.
"I want you to take me away with you when you leave Twilight Town." The old troll butler gave Master Deadwood an apologetic look, and sighed slightly:
"The current Emerald Field is too messy, and I am a little worried about Anderina's child, so after my careful consideration, I would like to ask you to take me to Stolman Town on the way back to Fallstown. "
"Don't you know?" Thorne put the teacup on the table and looked at the old troll butler suspiciously.
"Know what?" The old troll butler was taken aback by the question. He first looked at the dead wood master next to him, and found that the other party shook his head slightly as if he didn't know it. Then he met Thorne's gaze and said.
"It seems that you really don't know at all." Thorne suddenly took out a letter that Anderina had given him before leaving and handed it to the old troll butler.
"This..." There wasn't much content in the letter, but the old troll butler read it word by word for a long time, and he didn't even notice that his friend Master Witherwood felt inappropriate to leave.
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(End of this chapter)