The night was already very deep. Through the curtains embroidered with gold threads, I saw that almost all the magic lights outside were turned off, leaving only a few eyes like wild beasts, blinking in the dark night.
I put down the dagger I was swinging in my hand and quietly walked to the door.
It was quiet outside the door. Dallion and Ryder must have fallen asleep.
I immediately changed out of my skirt, tied my cuffs and hair tightly, and jumped out of the window.
It's really cold outside, the cold wind seems to come from all directions, making people's hair stand on end, and there is nowhere to escape. I wrapped my black cloak tightly around me and quickly walked into the holly forest on the other side of the road.
The magic pattern on the back of the hand seemed to be burning faintly, and there were bursts of pain. I can hardly imagine how I will die miserably in the fire once this magic breaks out.
I have to find a way to get that damned Sue and his dead sister out of Lordaeron.
*
There seemed to be more patrols in the city unknowingly, and just when Dallion and I had just returned to the apartment, we received a communication warning that when the blue boy rose ten feet high, Citywide curfew.
This forced me to look for the darkest shadows and walk through the smelliest water and mud before I could make the journey.
My destination is the Scarecrow Tavern, where travelers come from all over the world, and there are also many mercenaries who are willing to pay their lives for gold coins.
Don't worry it's late at night, the lights will stay on all night long.
*
Unexpectedly, when I pushed open the dilapidated door panel of the scarecrow, I was greeted by commotion.
oh! Is this broken door panel actually equipped with soundproofing magic? !
What came next was a strong smell of sweat and alcohol. Those ferocious and slightly drunk men all looked at me. Those eyes made me shudder as before. Fortunately, after that, they came again. Turn back as if nothing had happened and continue laughing or greeting the other person's mother.
"It's you! Little girl!" The maid with a waist like a water snake squeezed through the crowd, skillfully avoiding several hands touching her buttocks along the way, "If you are here to find that old goat If so, you will probably be disappointed, he should be enjoying the light of Luna in the west of the city now, and he will get out of Lordaeron tomorrow."
Old goat?
I was stunned for a moment, and then I realized that she should be talking about Harvard-Martin.
"I'm not looking for him!" I looked around, whispered in her ear, "I want to leave the city quietly, help me find a few people to lead the way."
"Oh!" She turned her head sideways and raised her curved eyebrows at me, "Looking for someone from me...did that handsome young man of yours tell you?"
That sentence made my heart twist slightly. After a long while, I answered dully, "Yes."
"I believe in him, and he believes in you. Okay," she said, pointing to a black chair in the corner, "go there and wait, prepare the gold coins."
*
The man the maid brought did not look like a good man. He was an extremely thick dwarf named Rousseau, who only reached my chest.
He was covered in furs, with a musket on his back, and a centipede-like scar on his right cheek that even his full beard couldn't hide.
From the moment he saw the silver coins I poured out, he kept rubbing his red nose, yelling viciously in a dialect I couldn't understand, and spitting aside.
The road he took me on was very remote, and it became more and more remote, so remote that there were almost no traces of people.
I looked around at the dancing trees with vigilance, and subconsciously held down the dagger at my waist, "Where are you taking me?! Rousseau?!"
The dwarf ignored me at all and continued to trot forward on the weeds that were half a man tall.
Alarm bells rang in my heart, and I immediately took back my steps, "What on earth do you want to do?!"
This time, the dwarf finally looked back at me, only to hear a chuckle and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm going to sell you to the orcs and let them fuck you eighteen times a day, how about that?!"
"Damn it!" I whipped out the dagger and pushed towards him like the wind. The next second, the tip of my knife was already in front of his bulging throat, but almost at the same moment, his musket was also touching it. on my chin, and the gun clicked.
"Would you like to see who is faster?" He raised the gun hard enough that I had to raise my head. His hand was unusually steady, and seemed to contain great power, which gave me a strong sense of crisis.
"...We will only lose both sides, put your gun away!"
"That's not necessarily the case, little girl! Even now you have an advantage!" He said mockingly, and even brought his throat closer to my blade. The corner of his eye told me that there was a thin line of blood flowing from his neck.
"I paid you!"
"You paid me to do something, but you didn't pay me to swing a knife at me."
"Because you threatened me!"
"If you hadn't been chirping, would I have been impatient?"
"Put your gun away and let's keep walking."
"More money, or I will make my words come true."
At that moment, footsteps seemed to be heard faintly in the shadow of the trees.
I clearly saw a dark figure coming from behind Rousseau. He was wearing a black cloak. In the palm of his hand raised to his chest, there was a pale fire that flickered on and off like a cigarette lighter. His face was as pale as a ghost. .
That's a magician!
I stared and gritted my teeth. Could he be an accomplice of the dwarf in front of me?
I hope not!
"What are you doing? Rousseau?" The man's voice became even hoarse. "What kind of business did you get? Are you going to such a big fight?"
That sentence made my heart sink to the bottom.
"Then how do you choose this little girl?" Rousseau didn't even look back, his scarlet eyes stared at me for a moment, "Either lead her and she pays me a gold coin. Or, sell her to an orc. I love the spirits I bought last time!"
