"You asked a bounty hunter to come to me?" It could be heard that Roma was more than surprised.
"Can't you?"
"It's not...it's too strange. I've never been offered a reward."
This is really something to be happy about. "Don't worry, you are also the first person I have put a reward on." Uriel told her. With the help of Sauron the Ring, they were able to take a shortcut to the "Ethetel" tavern. Otherwise, let alone arriving in time, even finding the direction of the tavern would be difficult.
The bar has closed. An orange night light was lit outside the door, and the fence and most of the signboard were shrouded in darkness. "It's closed," Roma said.
"Not yet." Uriel asked her to go to the back of the house and have a look.
The scene behind the tavern was no different from that on the front street, but the little lion moved his ears and seemed to hear a small sound. She lowered her head and scratched the ground in confusion. "They're...underground?"
"Yes." Uriel made way to the back door of the bar. Although the assassins were probably taking a detour through the city at this time to get rid of possible stalkers, if they were spotted waiting outside the door, the cunning employer might be alert. "Adventurer Bars are usually open all night. If they are in the city, they will close the shop and move the restaurant to the basement. The boss wants to give face to the city defense team."
He pointed to the faint light behind the house: "That's the sign. As long as you see a light on outside the door, it means we can go to the basement. Sometimes the boss even provides accommodation."
"Then why don't we stay here?" Roma liked this kind of adventure bar more than the church.
"Not suitable," he said vaguely. "Most bars will have waitresses who sleep with them. Of course, that's just most of them. Pure pubs also exist."
"You know so well." Roma teased.
"Your mentor had a classmate, the Druid who gave you the Pale Wilderness... He was once a garrison sent to Eastman by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and he opened a tavern in Four Leaf City. The Undead Attacked the City Before, I was working under him."
"Oh, I thought you had found a maid."
"We belong to the latter type of bar. The waiters there, regardless of gender, only serve drinks and food and keep accounts." Uriel began to doubt that Roma's ability to step on thunder was her talent. This kid only dares to talk, he thought to himself. Mr. Painter told the apprentice that this was the case for imps who had never experienced it. He was still mocking me at that time.
Even so, he did talk to Sauron. I'm sure you've never seen a relationship develop so quickly.
Please shut up. Uriel erased the writing with his finger. "We need to get inside."
"You have a way to hide us?"
He nodded. "It doesn't matter if you talk, but you have to pay attention to the distance, otherwise the secret will be revealed." Uriel used this magic in Kamaria's palace, and it could even avoid the search of the paladin captain. Generally speaking, divine magic is very little affected by mystery, but he still has to use the scroll of oath to cast it.
The entrance stairs were behind an oak tree, and Uriel was not sure whether there were mercenaries guarding the door. I wonder how surprised the adventurers inside would be if they saw no one behind the open door. They had to wait for a guest to arrive and follow him into the passage. Roma was so nervous that she almost knocked her bow arm against the door frame.
As soon as they stepped into the room, the two apprentices were immediately surrounded by lights and singing. The adventurers enjoyed the music, clinked glasses and boasted, while the slim maids walked through the gaps, dressed more glamorously than during the day. The musician held a wooden instrument and leaned back in the chair closest to the fireplace. He wears an exotic colorful belt around his head and a shiny jacket. His soft fingers plucked the strings, and the moccasins on his feet beat softly.
"Who do you think is the assassin's employer?" Roma asked.
There were too many people in the room to check them all with eyes, and Uriel didn't have the ability to read minds. He had no choice but to tell the truth: "I don't know. Don't forget, I just entered Chloe not long ago."
Based on the undead attack in Yotsuye City, it is easy to deduce the time when he became an apprentice. "You are nothing like you." The little lion muttered, "I have also learned archery from Anchuan for a long time, but I still don't know how to storm." Her voice gradually became quieter.
Uriel didn't quite understand her feelings, so he quietly asked Sauron: "What's wrong with her?"
She is angry with herself
He understood immediately. Joey's reaction at the end of every training session made him feel uncomfortable. No matter how hard you try, the frustration of not being able to meet the standards is not something you can easily overcome. Roma is still a little girl and she has too high demands on herself. "When you grow up, these won't be problems." He said to the little lion.
The runes on the ring trembled. What are you talking about? The lion's childhood is about thirty years, and now she is older than you
The apprentice was startled. "But she looks..."
"I will grow taller!" Roma interrupted him angrily, "If nothing else, I will be as big as half a house when I transform back to my original form!"
That's not a small thing, he thought. The adventurer York of the Knox Mercenary Group is a Sita. He is over three hundred years old, but he is still as reckless as a kid. It seems that mysterious creatures cannot be considered based on human templates at all. "But you behave like a child." Otherwise you wouldn't have left the tower on your own. "
"IQ and psychology are two different things. You don't need to comfort me. Even if you give me another two months, I won't be able to survive the storm." She admitted the fact in frustration. "It's not fair. Yasukawa said I've made rapid progress."
"Maybe it's a career issue." In Uriel's opinion, the little lion spends more energy on playing than practicing skills.
I think she is stupid. Soran gave the most vicious comments. Even Roma knew that it was retaliating for the slap he had given it earlier.
"That's enough." Uriel stopped Mr. Ring from further irritating Roma, "Someone came in again. I guess it's the assassin."
Sauron immediately changed the target: Listen to me, dear lion man, never guess riddles with this guy. He is an astrologer in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Don't ask why, just remember it
"I'm not asking you to guess riddles." He couldn't help but retort. Forget it, this bastard deserves a beating.
"It's really an assassin." Roma hissed, reminding them to pay attention to the target. People come and go in the bar, and it's easy to lose track of them. Besides, invisibility is not a ghost. If someone bumps into you, the magic will be ineffective. The two apprentices moved carefully around the table and the musicians.
A waitress stood in front of her. Uriel gently pushed the wine glass on the table and dropped it to the floor. The glass shattered. She stepped aside and squatted down to collect the broken pieces. Uriel and Roma took the opportunity to pass through the gap. She stood up quickly, brushed her shoulder against the little lion's cloth strip, turned her head back in confusion, picked up the fragments and left.
The assassin is close at hand. Uriel stopped and watched him walk towards the empty table.
"What's going on?" The little lion wrinkled his nose in confusion.
"Maybe the employer hasn't arrived yet." Or maybe we've been discovered. Uriel stared at the assassin. He showed no signs of escaping and was not just here to kill time. The current situation tends to be the former, but if it is the latter... there are not many mysterious creatures who can see through the magic, and even Joey may not be able to see through it at a glance. As a type of mystery that is less affected by mystery, only those who have studied relevant knowledge can detect clues.
If the Church of Gaia wants to get rid of the tower's messengers, there is no reason to let them leave. In addition to the clergy, there are also wizards of the Silent School who understand Gaia's divine magic.
After waiting for another half hour, the assassin became uneasy. He looked frequently at the basement stairs, finally stood up, and seemed to decide to leave. There are fewer adventurers in the bar, and many plan to stay up all night. Uriel hoped the assassin would do the same, but he headed straight for the exit. Roma couldn't help but urge: "Aren't we going to follow?"
"Wait a minute." He was also a little shaken. But this makes no sense. Why would the wizards of the Silent School attack Croita's apprentices?
At this moment, a guest pushed the door open and entered. The assassin paused. He returned to the previous table and ordered the waiter to bring two glasses of ale.
Uriel breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally here. The man behind the scenes." Roma also stared at them intently.
The guest emerged from hiding, wearing a gloomy cloak. He didn't take the initiative to speak or touch the wine glass. He sat on the chair and looked like he was listening. The apprentice could hardly imagine how the assassin recognized him.
"If you are one step later, I will leave." The assassin complained. "what happened?"
The mysterious guest said: "Be careful and cautious is your creed. Do you want me to explain?" His voice had only one characteristic, and that was that it was exactly the same as the assassin opposite. Uriel couldn't help but think of Mabel's rune life, the iron lock destroyed by the Black Knight.
Roma, who was standing behind, took a breath and obviously heard the clue.
"There seems to be an accident outside. It seems that we are not the only ones who slept late. Without mentioning this, what are the results of your actions?"
"It failed, but the responsibility mainly lies with you. Not only is the child himself a Windrunner, but his companions are also priests, and you didn't tell me any of this."
"Clergy?"
"Probably a Cross Knight." The assassin narrowed his eyes. "It seems you don't know either. That little beast has found a partner, or worse, she has been protected by the Church of Gaia. You'd better not try again."
The guest laughed "ha". "Thank you for your advice, man...I will pay you the original price of the bounty, exactly."
The assassin agreed. "I will also leave Six Fingers Castle as agreed. If business comes to me again, you can contact me the old way."
They left one after another, and the guests paid the bill to the assassin. He never took off his cloak, not even when delivering the coins. The apprentice watched as his wide sleeves were flicked on the table, and the black city coins fell into the overflowing wine glass.
"Uril." Roma reminded.
"Wait until he goes out," Uriel told the little lion, "then let us listen to his beautiful voice."
