The bard climbed out of the bar, holding his lyre in his arms. "Did they fall?"
"Nonsense," said the mist elf, "they can't fly." Still, the bowstring on his fingers remained as tight as a harp string.
Only people in the sky and those with wings can escape the shackles of the earth. In addition, everyone must obey the laws of gravity. The battle is over. The mercenaries began to drag the wounded and clean up the mess.
"You shouldn't take action suddenly, Aldin!" the bard protested under the three stacked wine barrels, "We can ask first."
"Yes, but when a mortal like you is on the battlefield, the captain asked me to ensure your safety."
"Ha! I've never been in danger at all..."
"...Thanks we didn't decide to ask first." The fog elf turned his head contemptuously, "We reminded them to put down their weapons, Saudi Arabia, but they must take the initiative during negotiations. I don't expect you to thank me, but you'd better—— "
"Looking down at the night shadow, raising your head is the door of ivory"
A hand emerged from behind the barrel and suddenly grabbed the bard's throat. Uriel jumped out of the shadows and pushed him to the ground. The arrow roared and hit the wooden barrel above the head, and the mead leaked out like a fountain, and then gradually condensed. The back of Saudi's head hit the ice and he screamed in pain.
"You're right, sir, we have to seize the initiative first." No matter how ugly the "Windtalker's" expression was, it was now Uriel's turn to issue the order. He dragged the bard to his feet, gesturing with the dagger in front of the throat. "Everyone, please put down your weapons and let us talk."
No one dared to object. Saudi Aip held his breath in horror, and the mist elf archer stared at the apprentice fiercely, and finally gave in. "Weapons are not our only means of self-defense, boy, we'll see." They really threw away their weapons. "What do you want to ask?"
"Ask from the very beginning." Dalton emerged from the ground with York. "Silver Strike" did not escape the trap, but Uriel's magic could easily create a rope. They hid in the shadows and waited until the mercenaries showed their flaws. "Have we ever messed with you, sir?"
"I want to know that too!" cried the poet.
The mist elf told him to shut up with her eyes. "I've seen you in Zangwill," he replied unhappily. "To be honest, I know exactly who you are."
Dalton and York looked at each other. They had previously thought that the Paperclip Mercenary Group was probably related to the secret society, and they were furious because they solved the problem of the Agent. But Uriel didn't think so. There have been quite a few strangers who have come to trouble him recently, and this time they might be Joey's enemies again. "What do you know? Tell the truth, sir, and I'll give you a piece of advice: don't lie in front of the priests of Gaia."
If the question was about Nightingale, he might choose to try his luck, but the fog elf mercenary was unwilling to risk the bard's life. He told the truth: "You issued a commission and offered a reward for the traces of our companions. The Paperclip Mercenary Group will not ignore such a provocation."
"Or not a provocation," the poet muttered.
It's not because of Joey. "Damn it, who issued the commission?" Uriel turned to ask York. It's impossible for Dalton to do this. They didn't know about the Paperclip Mercenary Group before.
Sita's face scrunched up. "It's not me. Paperclip is a role model for adventurers, why should I put a bounty on them? Even the boss... Lucia wouldn't do that. Lucia, this matter has nothing to do with our mercenary group."
"Then you may be mistaken." Uriel told the paperclip mercenary.
"That's right." But the fog elf was very sure, "It's you. Do you want to deny it? You posted the reward from the south to the north, and you can still find evidence on the notice board."
Uriel had never seen the Paperclip Mercenary Group before, let alone made enemies with them. This guy is either talking nonsense or he has the wrong person. Will fog elves be face-blind to humans? He had never considered this issue before, and the fog elves were not lion-men. "I didn't... uh, wait, I did offer a reward." His expression suddenly became weird.
"What the hell, when?" York didn't understand. "Why do you want to put a reward on them?"
"It's not them. It's not a reward... I am, I'm using it to find someone." Uriel felt the eyes of his companions on his back. "A high-circle Windrunner. His name is Anchuan. He is Roma's archery instructor. She hopes I find him."
"So you are handing out bounties everywhere in the Adventurer Bar?" The night elf couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Using astrology is more reliable than doing this! Remind me not to leave you without saying goodbye, Uriel, I really don't want to see my name on more bounty orders."
"This is more efficient." His defense was unconvincing. None of the companions agreed, and the Paperclip Mercenary Group couldn't understand it. The mercenaries looked at each other, and "Wind Whisperer" also had a look of astonishment on his face.
Sita waved her hand as if chasing away a swarm of wasps. "Okay, this was a misunderstanding." He was very satisfied with how things turned out. "Now that we have no reason to conflict, why don't we sit down and have a drink?"
Uriel let go of the dagger, but the bard Saudi did not rush to distance himself. Intrigued by Sita's proposal, he pulled the apprentice to the table and poured wine. It was the only table in the bar still standing. The mercenaries turned around and continued their work, cursing constantly. Waiters and bartenders poured in through a small door and resumed business in an orderly manner. The mysterious creatures were extremely efficient at repairing the walls and wooden floors. In the blink of an eye, Uriel found himself sitting in a brand new tavern. A woman wearing a long chiffon skirt was outside the door and met the man who came after hearing the sound. The patrol police negotiated and drove them all away. He suspected that he had broken into the theater.
The only normal person is the "Wind Talker" Aldinite Lin Gong, who keeps a vigilant distance from Uriel in order to change his attitude at any time.
"Yaskawa was once our companion." Saudi Aiper flicked the feather on his hat. "At first, we didn't think you had any conflict with him. Although he didn't stay in the mercenary group for a long time, everyone knew He is a coward and there is no way he can provoke the tower messenger."
"Coward?" This comment was beyond Uriel's expectations. Roma said he saved her and promised to help her find Aiken. For Uriel this was an unshirkable responsibility because he came from the church. But for a strange adventurer, facing the behemoth of the Gaia Church requires more than just a sense of justice. No matter how you look at it, this is the behavior of a brave man.
The night elf perked up his ears. York began to recall the famous adventurers in his memory: "I have never heard of the Windrunner named Ankawa."
"That's right, he's not famous at all, especially in the north." Saudi's boots squeaked on the broken glass. He spoke of his former companions in the tone of a ballad, but it was not a cheerful ballad: "You know that the Paperclip Mercenary Group participated in the defense of Cat Hill, right? It was at that time that he chose to leave. None of us expected that ...Yaskawa is a Skraguk native, and we are defending his homeland."
"He can only leave." Windtalker said, and he seemed to know more about the inside story. "Fear and superstition destroyed his faith. Yasukawa believed in Heather, and he could not witness the war breaking out on the land of his homeland and the blood flowing like rivers."
"Then he should stay and drive the Bres people away from Cat Hill. Escape? What is this?" York didn't understand.
His idol shook his head, "Wandering is better than death. I guess that's what he thought. Of course, maybe he had other reasons. After that, no one heard from him. Until you started looking for him."
"What other reasons?"
The mist elf ignored Sita's questioning. He stayed away from a collapsed table and looked unhappy.
"We all thought he knew." Saudi said, "Yasukawa joined the Paperclip Mercenary Group just to hone his skills. He is an eccentric person, obsessed with some outdated practices and customs that no one cares about. Adventurers also have to, Uh, you know that word, keep up with the times? I also have to update my music regularly." A layer of fine sand fell on his sleeves. "The long life of elves makes it easy for them to understand this nostalgia. Aldinite and Ankawa are closer than anyone else. They are also Windrunners... Even Ankawa was stronger at that time. Regarding arrows and feathers, as well as materials Only Aldin can answer him about topics like the center of gravity. In short, we thought he would share more things with Aldin, but he left without saying goodbye and quietly escaped when the regiment leader decided to participate in the battle to defend the city."
"This isn't right," Uriel finally said. No wonder Windspeaker's reaction was particularly violent. He must have been confused and angry about his friend's betrayal, but he couldn't get an answer. Although the Battle of Cat Hill has passed for a long time, it is still difficult to calm down when this feeling comes out again.
The bard took the lemon and squeezed the juice inside. "In fact, none of us knew what was right or wrong until the end of the war. My brother died in Cat Hill, the 'Old Gun' and the 'Green Bronze Ring' disappeared, and the Bures people burned the bodies together in order to purify them. There are A Lucian priest who can shoot arrows faster than light. He is a war priest. He is a mysterious person who only fights with others. I bet you have never seen such a person. We saw only the last remaining person in a trench. One blow at a time, and Aldin almost died."
Uriel couldn't imagine what arrows faster than light would look like. He couldn't even touch the arrows of "Windtalker" Aldinite. Compared with him, the arrows of the little lion Roma were as weak as the stones thrown by children. Of course, she is still a novice, but she is Anchuan's apprentice. Anchuan is more powerful than the "Wind Whisperer", and his apprentices will probably not be any worse in the future.
Uriel had never met Yasukawa, and all his knowledge of him came from Roma. The Yasukawa mentioned by the people in the Paperclip Mercenary Group is completely inconsistent with the archery instructor in Roma's eyes, which seems a little bad. According to the apprentice's superficial experience, a person leaving a contrary impression on others is a sign of a change in thinking. However, did he change after escaping from the defense of Cat Hill, or did he have other plans?
