York didn't know if he would be frozen into a popsicle with Uriel, but now he had other things to think about.
"Quilen?"
The man who opened the door didn't have a fierce look on his face. He was startled for a moment, and then turned his head back, as if he was looking to see if there was a person named Quillen in the lobby of the hotel.
Uriel felt a strange and creepy feeling all over his body. He couldn't tell where this feeling came from. So the apprentice watched the orange-faced man step forward, drew his sword, and asked: "Hello, sir, does your boss live here?" He followed the man to the tree house with his eyes.
At this moment, the man grasped the blade of the sword and thrust the dagger forward with his other hand, until it fell into the gap between the armor. Then he turned sideways lightly and was about to cross the mercenaries and come to Uriel——
The man's attack was so decisive and sudden, the apprentice could only feel the figure shaking in front of him, the bright white blade and the dark death right in front of him. However, the man suddenly staggered and the dagger stabbed in the air.
Before grief and anger could well up in his heart, Uriel's mind went blank. He subconsciously pulled out the newly purchased short knife from the leather sheath, and saw the mercenary who had been stabbed in the heart turned around, raised his hand back, grabbed the man's shoulder and pulled him aside.
"...!!"
It all happened faster than a heartbeat.
When the apprentice realized that this was something only a mysterious creature could achieve, the man had already realized that his attack had failed. There was no blood on his dagger, for York could not be harmed by weapons without magic.
Elemental beings are not common, but it seems that the attacker does not have much experience in assassination. He actually didn't know that his target was not dead, and that York, who was stunned, held his shoulders and pulled him aside. Otherwise, he would still be confident when facing the apprentice.
"Quilen!"
Uriel realized that the abnormality he felt before was precisely due to the fluctuation of magic power. And I didn't realize it! He wished he could give himself a slap.
The aftermath was not accurate, but the fact that York was unscathed still made the apprentice want to pray silently to Gaia in his heart. Fueled by joy and high-spirited rage, Uriel thrust the weapon into his enemy's chest.
It is also a mysterious creature. At such a close distance, Uriel does not need to use any attack skills that he does not know at all, or predict the enemy's possible movement direction - the attacker cannot break away from the orange-faced man's grasp. The knife brings out the blood flowers sharply. York was also very angry that he was so easily deceived. He actually forgot his purpose for a moment, but expected Uriel to pierce the lungs of this treacherous man.
But mystics are always unpredictable.
The short knife pierced the center of the tattoo, and Quillen screamed in pain, causing the treehouse to commotion. York was not fooled for the second time, but Uriel was stunned on the spot. The light element didn't wait for him to recover, and without hesitation, he pulled the gang leader towards his sword again. The apprentice grabbed him and the two of them gave way to the door of the tree house.
With a bang, the board hit the tree trunk, and then there was a burst of surprise: "York?"
Uriel had already taken advantage of the situation and pulled out the short blade. He accidentally stepped on the foot of the guy who emerged from the door. The other party ouched.
Quillen broke free and jumped down the steps, going crazy with the blood. Olive green leaves fell all over, and the apprentice didn't pay attention to anything. He stared at the knife in his hand. The one who was more agile and experienced than him was York. The adventurer turned the blade over and brought Quillen's head within range that could be severed with one swing. But the wheel tattooed on the gang leader's chest suddenly rotated, and the fluctuations in magic power suddenly increased.
The screams and roars were like cannonballs that exploded outwards when they landed between the two of them. Tables and chairs collapsed in the treehouse. York's arm was raised with the sword, and Uriel lost his balance; when he climbed up from the stomach of the more unlucky Treehouse Inn owner, Quillen had already retreated far away with the momentum.
"Put it down!" Uriel heard someone screaming. "If you don't know how to use it, don't force yourself."
"I'm sorry." Only then did he notice that the short knife in his hand was poking into the floor, and the blade almost scraped the man's scalp. As soon as Uriel stood up, he hurriedly rolled away from the door.
The apprentice looked out. Only York stood on the steps and retracted his sword. Quillen, the leader of the Wheel Gang, was missing. Low level and mysterious, but much stronger than me. He couldn't help but make comparisons, and the results were undoubtedly a bit depressing.
"I'm so sorry, Sir Conry. I'm not very familiar with weapons like knives." Uriel was at a loss. The man on the floor gave him a hard look.
York crosses the threshold. "What’s wrong with you?"
"I almost died."
"A little uncomfortable."
The two people said in unison. The mercenary snorted at the former, bent down and pulled out the short sword. He was about to throw it to the apprentice but stopped and handed him the wooden handle. "That guy ran so fast, he didn't even care about his own men... You were much more decisive in Frostleaf Castle and Sleeping Valley."
Sir Conley was furious: "You two little bastards!"
The owner of the tree house was a familiar face to Light Element, but he couldn't give him a good look: "Sir, your hotel has almost turned into a bandit's den. The guy who was still alive and well after being stabbed, he was in Winnie Watts At least dozens of people were killed.”
"Don't you think he is far inferior to you, Mr. Adventurer? Before you came, he was just a guest."
"Mercenaries don't kill people casually." York found a table that hadn't fallen down and sat down on a round stool.
Uriel looked at the blood on the blade and awkwardly stepped forward to pull up Sir Conry. He sat on the ground for a long time. "How are you?"
"There's something wrong with my heart," Sir Conrey replied angrily. "You have to pay for the damage. You messed up my business, and you damaged my steps and my door - I'm going to complain to Calder about you."
"We're not here for a mission. Something big happened in Winnie Watts. Old man, I have to catch the gang leader just now." York said while looking around the tree house. "Your hotel has changed a lot. Did you become a druid like Eze?"
Sir Conley was a slightly stout fellow, with as many wrinkles on his forehead as there were on the wooden floor. Uriel could see that he was actually just an ordinary person. "No one wants to do that kind of job. I want to know who decorated it for me. What happened to Winnie Watts? Is it related to the Paladin?"
Uriel and York looked at each other, and the latter shrugged.
"I knew that those people were carrying disaster." Sir Conley slapped the table, "As soon as their team left, Bonfire Town would become like this!"
"The Elven Gold Cup." It brought Alainvor. Uriel thought to himself: How could there be such a mystery in the world? Isn't a cloud train not enough?
"Yes, that's it...the white-robed priest bought the golden cup from Xia Zuo. They must have deliberately lowered the price."
"As if you know how much that thing is worth." York suddenly frowned, "Why doesn't anyone come down?"
Of course he was waiting for the rest of the Wheel Gang to stop at "Bad Brinze", otherwise he would have left after Quillen. He had been employed here twice with the Knox Mercenary Group, but the two were not familiar enough to meet over a drink and chat.
Ser Conrey glared at him. "Business has been bad recently, and he is the only customer! This is a hotel. If you want to find a girl, you have to go to a brothel."
"Wait a minute." Uriel didn't expect that there was only one gang leader there. "Where are those people from the Wheel Gang?"
"That's a good question. I've never met a young man before." Sir Conley glanced sideways at the short knife at his waist. "We all know that Quillen is not an aristocratic gentleman. If he goes out on the street in a pompous manner, there will be several wearing clothes on the left and right. A strong man wearing sunglasses and a suit or a heavily armed soldier, he wouldn’t have run away like this.”
"The town he came to alone?" Even though he knew the answer, the apprentice couldn't help but ask.
"When I switch jobs and join the patrol team, I might be able to sell you some information." Seeing that he didn't make any move, Sir Conley became a lot more courageous. "I'm just a little nobleman with no power. When I'm old, I can only open a small hotel to earn some pension money. Where can I know that information? I can only say that he was alone when he came to the hotel."
Dorothy clearly said that a group of people entered Bonfire Town...or Alan Wo. If she told a lie, would the whole town be blind? Uriel has seen many despicable businessmen, but everyone knows that if you want to do business, you still need to have at least face and verbal integrity.
The silence was as eerie as the green leaves outside the window.
Just when he was stunned and didn't know how to answer, Sir Conley turned to York in surprise: "Doesn't he know the rules?"
"I don't know either." York replied. "I don't know of any information that is so important that I need to spend three gold coins to buy it from an unreliable information dealer, and the content is just about a group of low-life street gangsters." At the same time, he winked at the apprentice.
Only then did Uriel realize that Sir Conley was actually running an intelligence business through the hotel. He looks a little smarter than the beggars on the streets of Veniwaise, but to be honest, what they do is just the same kind of work. It's just that this convenient service is not free to experience, and compared to the homeless man, Sir Conley's price is definitely more expensive.
Three Abbey gold coins are not a small number. The money in Uriel's pocket was picked up at Frostleaf Castle - of course, this was mainly due to the two professional mercenaries who later came to the castle - to pay Sir Conry to prepare for the start of the project. It's not difficult to get the bill out.
But even if it's a windfall, it shouldn't be wasted like this.
Now it seems that York is thinking the same thing. He coughed and recalled his experience when he lied about being an adventurer in front of Frostleaf Castle.
I'm no novice at this. Uriel observed Sir Conry's expression - his eyes were wandering and his expression was hardly natural; the dense wrinkles on his forehead were very eye-catching, and they perfectly contrasted with the sparse hair. He wasn't sitting on the stool, having rolled around on the floor to make his short sleeves less clean. The most important thing is his eyes. He is always staring at the ground.
There was a scratch on the floor.
"We can ask anyone in the town about the Wheel Gang." Uriel slowed down. He knew what Sir Conry was afraid of. Except when Quillen appeared, magic perception never appeared again.
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