When Buck was welcomed into the VIP room, drinking wine and eating the unique delicacies of the underground city, York City welcomed a small caravan.
Since the city wall of Yorktown was built, many caravans have chosen to enter the city to settle down. After all, the northern border is still fighting, and there will be some sporadic barbarian troops appearing everywhere from time to time. Of course, stationed in the wild is not as safe as in the city. Especially when the entry fee to York City is very cheap.
Alec designated a large area as a location for various caravans to be stationed, and placed the market there.
According to Buck's instructions, some wartime supplies will be purchased at high prices as long as they are not too expensive. After all, the soldiers trained by Buck cannot transform into weapons.
These merchants are happy to trade in York City. After all, it is too dangerous for small caravans like them who want to make a profit to enter the war zone.
After Hadric paid the city entry fee, he led his team into the city. However, what surprised him was that there were only fourteen people in his team, so how could he pay 15 city entry fees.
He carefully counted the number of people around him, including himself, there were indeed fourteen people.
Shaking his head, Hadric decided not to think about this anymore. After all, the entrance fee for one person was not expensive, so he treated it as a filial gatekeeper.
After all, small caravans like them didn't dare to enter the war zone. This time he pulled a batch of weapons, which he got from his uncle, a quartermaster in the south.
The Grand Duke of the North didn't like this kind of quantity of weapons at all. Fortunately, I heard that York City would not refuse anyone who came, so they could still make some money.
Hadric led the team towards the market. After everyone left, a figure poked his head out from the corner.
"Sure enough, basically all of them have been discovered." Quilin sensed the magic mark she had released. Those who were affected by his bewitching spell were not in the city, and they were probably found and killed.
Fortunately, those were just bait for her, and her real spies were not the slaves she controlled.
That was a person he saved when he was being chased by elves and fled. Then he arranged for him to join the fleeing team in the north, and was naturally captured by the Chamber of Commerce of Truth.
Now she has seen that man, patrolling the city wall with a bow and arrow. It seems that he is doing well here.
As night fell, after Victor finished his shift, he put away his equipment, changed into casual clothes and went to the tavern in York City. As the only tavern in York City, it was already very busy at this time.
"A glass of ale and a black pepper sausage." After Victor finished ordering the meal skillfully, he was about to see if there were any acquaintances sharing a table with him, but he was suddenly stunned and turned around to a corner.
"Can we share a table?" Viktor looked at the man in front of him and asked.
"Of course." The man nodded, then moved the chair slightly to the side.
Viktor immediately sat down and did not speak. Instead, he turned to look at a wandering poet who was telling jokes on the stage of the tavern, but most people were not interested in what he said.
I heard that the housekeeper has asked the Truth Caravan to bring over some dancing slaves, and the tavern will definitely be more lively by then.
Soon, Viktor's food was brought up. He took a sip of ale, and then bit off more than half of the sausage. When he was sure that no one was paying attention, he whispered excitedly: "Is it Lady Quilin?" ?”
"You don't need to look over. You can also lower your voice. I can hear you." Quilin nodded calmly, and her voice reached Viktor's ears quietly.
This is not magic, but a skill she has learned before, so she doesn't have to worry about being discovered by the owner of the magic tower.
"Yes, sir, you have some clues about how you arranged my affairs, but I'm not sure." Viktor no longer looked at Quilin, and while eating, he whispered: "That Buck is going to After our group of slaves bought him, a new-faced butler appeared next to him. However, I once heard one of the earliest residents here say that this new butler was a little strange. He had a habit of moving like the former Horn. A lot like a butler.”
"But as far as I know, that Steward Horne was a cultist. When the steward and York were away, the former mayor here attacked the Lord's Mansion and killed him with the help of a cleric named Perry. The cultist maids and guards stayed in the lord’s mansion, but this Horn was nowhere to be found.”
"Really? This is very important information. Thank you very much, Viktor." After hearing this information, Quilin nodded secretly, which was consistent with the clues she had.
"This is nothing. By the way, there is another thing that I feel needs to be paid attention to. That is, some of the 200 slaves of the Chamber of Truth purchased by Buck often gather together privately, as if they are doing some prayer ceremony. I don't care about this kind of thing. It can be found that Buck probably didn't know about it, but he never took care of it." Victor continued.
"Really? This information is very important. Thank you very much. You can settle here first. I will contact you again when necessary. After a while, I will take you away."
"Really? Lord Quinlin?" Hearing Quinlin's words, Viktor became even more excited. He suppressed the emotion of looking over, ate his dinner, and then quickly left the tavern.
Quilin, on the other hand, ordered a glass of ale and drank it slowly while sorting out the information she knew in her mind.
People from the Truth Chamber of Commerce captured Horn, who was a cultist, but he was bought by Buck. This was the information he got from the person in charge of Black Cliff City of the Truth Chamber of Commerce.
According to Viktor, the current territorial steward should be that Horn, but he has changed his image. This ability is a small means. If Horn is really a cultist, having this means can be said to be a big deal. Sparse and ordinary.
And among the group of slaves, there are a group of people who will gather in private and hold some kind of ceremony. This is the usual style of cultists.
Coupled with the relationship between the Truth Chamber of Commerce and the Mage Alliance...
Could it be that it is the Mage Alliance that wants to take action against Black Cliff City? ? ?
Thinking of this, Quilin's face became serious.
"No! Those guys from the Mage Alliance are not that stupid." After thinking for a while, Quilin shook her head.
If we are talking about dealing with Beamon, dealing with angels, dealing with the group of long ears and the golden dragon Quilin behind them, I believe that dealing with Lord Moises who is immune to any magic, isn't this looking for death?
The only ball of destruction that can break Lord Moises's immunity to magic is in Black Cliff City. Moises has long found and hidden this kind of thing that threatens him.
If it is not the Mage Alliance, but a so-called cult, the Death Cult is the biggest suspect.
The people of this sect are bent on finding the remains of the dragon clan and summoning powerful beings like bone dragons.
Lord Moises used to rely on his strong strength to rob a lot of dragon treasures, but now he is alone. It is not impossible for the other party to set his sights on Lord Moises.
There might even be a collaboration between the Mage Alliance and the Death Cult! Those unbelievers don’t care about gods or demons.
Thinking of this, Quilin's face became serious.
