The sun is very cold, like sharp thorns. Quillen took out a pocket watch, and the hands jumped to half past three. There are still two hours until the sun sets, so it doesn't take long to endure.
When they were in Whinneys, they didn't realize how long the day was. The gangsters didn't want to bask in the sun anyway. Dragging people to alleys during robbery, never in the open space during transactions, women's moans and screams also emerged from the shadows during carnivals, the thick walls built by Winnie Watts to resist the cold wind, interspersed with each other and piled up countless A gap where no sunlight can be seen.
The shadows in these gaps are the homeland of the Wheel Gang, but not Quillen's. He also dislikes the sun and warm light, but is more tolerant than others of his kind.
A man passed by on the street. He brushed Quillen's shoulder and turned a blind eye to the sinister-faced, tall but difficult-to-walk gang leader. Quillen quickly reached out and grabbed his shoulder.
Creaking, creaking...
What happened next was so dull and indescribable. Along with the horrible chewing sounds in the alley, the smell of blood and burning garbage wafted out. It was so out of place in the clean and tidy Greenbrier City that the smell quickly disappeared.
Two black short-billed crows flew over the stone bridge and blue waves one after the other, penetrated the crown of dense leaves and soft branches, and landed on the gap in the alley wall. Quillen looked at two pairs of gray bird eyes one after another, and he suddenly felt inexplicably cold. And now he's not in the sun.
"Get away," he hissed, his palms that were touching his chest now waving forcefully. The silver nails shone and jingled, and Quillen's eyes left the bird flying away and fell on the wheel with its lines cut off.
The wound opened by the sharp weapon disappeared, and there was only warm red juice on the tentacle. The wheel was complete, and he was finally relieved of the heavy burden on his mind, and the delicious taste of meat and refreshing hot drinks stimulated him all the time. Quillen felt refreshed, and even his blood circulation became joyful. I heard that there is a kind of powdered tobacco coming from Si Ye Ling, which is expensive and will allow users to experience the ultimate wonderful feeling. He thought that even specially made tobacco might not be as enjoyable as enjoying a delicious meal at this moment.
But he couldn't be happy when he thought that Bonfire Town had become like this. This was supposed to be the future territory of the Wheel Gang, with less sunshine and more travelers. They should have cleaned up and moved to a new home when the little lord took office, instead of escaping from their old home in a panic and seeing the chosen place to stay turn into a rock exposed to the flames overnight.
I will tattoo you on my chest, he said to himself in his heart. Goddess, why don’t you favor me?
Quillen did not expect to see the adventurers of the Knox Mercenary Group in "Bad Brinz". He was always cautious and did not show any traces. The return of the Holy Knights was a surprise, but the group of adventurers shouldn't have locked onto the real target so quickly.
As a gang in the eastern part of Venice, members of the Wheel Gang spend their days on the streets, relying on extortion and robbery to make a living. Selling intelligence and the handles of big shots are within their business scope, not to mention loan sharking and collecting slaves. Down.
To manage such a gang of bad villains and dirty bastards, and to be their leader, Quillen not only has to lead them around to do evil, but he also has to understand who can mess with what targets and who are best avoided. . Such people are often bold and careful. They are outstanding talents who commit crimes and evade punishment.
However, it is the rules that have kept him alive until now, which is not easy. Quillen established the gang's own rules that were contrary to the laws of the kingdom. This is not only to fulfill his childhood dream of becoming a noble and a judge, but also to discipline these vicious and mediocre guys to prevent them from being clever and making trouble everywhere.
The Knox mercenary group was undoubtedly someone they could not afford to offend, even before Quillen took over the gang, their old leader Tiedeng thought so. Tie Pe was as familiar with Venevoise as he was with the lice in his own hair. He could accurately determine where they came from just by looking at the caravans and carriages.
Compared with Tie Dian, Quillen is simply a foreigner. He needs this son of a prostitute to choose business targets for him in order to strengthen his team.
And even though they were so cautious and walked on thin ice, they still unconsciously blocked the adventurer's path under Otto's indifferent pull. Therefore, I am more willing to pray to Berti than to the God of Destiny worshiped by those liars and magicians. Quillen walked to the city gate.
Fortunately, there were only two people, two young mercenaries. They weren't as tough and experienced as Calder or Cathy. It took little effort for Quillen to shake them off, not to mention the help of old Sir Conley. The old guy also wanted me to be his watchdog, so I smiled and accepted his fatness. As Quillen walked through the snow and low hills, he was still thinking that it would be inappropriate to do anything during the day, otherwise the old man would be a sacrifice to the Broken Moon today.
He began to think about the Knox Mercenary Group again. How could they put down the Holy Knights and focus on us wild dogs who can only bully beggars and civilians? Where did the Wheel Gang leave their mark? The Holy Knights dare not say, but does Knox have any way to track him?
The Elf Gold Cup was the source of the accident, which also made him more convinced of the power of the Broken Moon. Quillen heard the boatmen on the Black Moon River singing about the Black Moon Tide—the storm and the treasures lost in the storm. This ballad made him embrace luck and optimism.
Perhaps I will be rewarded with devout worship, but I need to get it myself.
Before getting into the dense forest, the leader of the Wheel Gang looked back. Knox's mercenaries came here, and soon the Holy Knights would also notice something unusual. His time is running out.
But the Wheel Gang has been exhausted to the limit, and Tiedeng's appetite is much greater than I imagined. Everything about the Morris Mountains is great, except that it’s hard to find fresh prey in the snow. Quillen sighed regretfully, picked up the leather bag tied around his waist, and calculated that he could find the sacrifice in half an hour before the moon rose.
He grabbed hold of a pine tree and jumped lightly over the snowdrift. The place behind him was filled with the rough marks of wild animals charging.
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"How do you know the source of the Black Moon River is here?" York stroked the rock wall in surprise and pulled a five-leaf winter tree from the gap. "Magic plants, this is a mysterious place."
His question was easy to answer, but Uriel was feeling dizzy. Half an hour, half an hour, he reminded himself, how much magic do I have left?
"You don't look good."
The apprentice knocked on his forehead. "Much better than just now."
"Is this your magic? Can it let you know many things?" York glanced at the weed in his hand and reached out to hold his shoulder. The temperature returned to normal.
"Mysterious, yes, mysterious." More than half of the magic power was left, and Uriel almost groaned at the feeling of his hanging heart suddenly falling. "Uncomfortable mystery, I'm finally free from the nightmare."
York didn't know when he fell asleep. After learning that the apprentice just had a nightmare, he suddenly felt that he had wasted his feelings. "It's getting dark, you can go back to sleep."
"Are you asking about the source? It's not difficult to guess." Uriel hurriedly ignored the topic. "The Elf Gold Cup once fell into the Black Moon River and was picked up from the mountains by a hunter. If we want to find the Wheel Gang and those treasures, we have to Go to the place where Mr. Xia Zuo found the golden cup."
"Items that fell into the Black Moon River cannot be salvaged." York understood.
"So the Elf Gold Cup has always been sunk in the Black Moon River, and the hunter also got the gold cup back from the Black Moon River. I think the original location of the Black Moon River should be in the Morris Mountains. Bonfire Town became the Green Rose of Alanwo City, Black Moon River has also followed. This must be a mysterious effect. When we go to the end of the river and leave the city, we will return to the original address of Black Moon River."
Uriel stepped on the soil under his feet. He could not distinguish the traces of the ancient river channel, but the scene in the fantasy world confirmed his guess. "And it only took half an hour."
"You've been a big help!" York hit him on the shoulder. The apprentice could see that he even admired him, "You can think of this method, Uriel, I think it is necessary for me to go to Croyta for further training. Otherwise, I will not be able to be your mercenary team leader." He has not given up yet. The idea of letting Uriel join the Knox mercenary group.
"Mr. Eze will not agree." If there was no magic involved, Uriel would probably be happier now. But the apprentice does not regret using magic to test the risk. If, as Sir Conley said, the Black Moon River has no end, it will just be a waste of two hours in a dream. Now it seems that the old knight really only let the gray-spotted mouse stalk him.
"But to be honest, I think you took a bit of a risk this time." Lucia's Sita has been an adventurer for several years after all, and his survival to this point is not due to the blessing of the goddess. While enjoying the excitement, York hopes that the apprentices will not lose sight of the literal meaning of the word adventure.
"I will make a decision only when I am sure." Uriel replied, he was very worried that the other party would bring the topic to magic again. The apprentice was not very willing to share his abilities with others. York's previous speculation played into his hands, so it was better to let the misunderstanding continue. "It was the same when we broke through the Valley of Sleep. This is, this is Astrologer Chloe's secret."
The light element was dubious. "Okay, but I have to remind you that when the boatman stared at me, something similar to the Valley of Sleep happened - the efficiency of the magic suddenly decreased, and the magic on me became ineffective."
"I thought you were holding the stove." Uriel couldn't help complaining.
"The body temperature of light elemental beings is around a few hundred degrees. The specific range must be divided according to the color spectrum. My body temperature is very normal."
The mercenary patted the light armor and said, "This is also a mysterious item, or a magical creation. The latter is more artificial. The high thermal insulation prevents me from setting it on fire while sitting on the stool."
"I really hope it's still useful now." Uriel subconsciously wanted to back away. In his impression, only Joey could withstand York's physical contact. The hot skin was like a magic attached to his body anytime and anywhere. "Next time you meet Quillen, you can take off your armor and give him a hug."
"Mysteries will appear near the Black Moon River. You don't have to worry about this after the boatman returns to Greenbrier City. Let's get down to business. Maybe Quillen hasn't climbed up the snowy mountain yet."
"I don't know where he is."
"Whatever. Let's go down the tunnel. If he still wants to get the treasure, he will definitely meet us."
York turned his attention to the underground tracks. "Where is this? But the treasure may be in there."
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