Sword and Magic and Taxi

After walking around the town for a while, Butcher came to a damp and dark alley. The beggars on the roadside were sitting on a shabby mat with a bowl in front of them. Their ragged clothes exuded a disgusting smell, but their bright eyes showed no signs of begging. These are spies for the Brotherhood, or more accurately, gatekeepers for the Thieves' Guild. They can accurately identify their own people, customers and enemies.

Butcher glanced at him, raised his leg and was about to walk over. The beggar's eyes suddenly sparkled with light, he reached out and pulled out the short knife under the mat, and rushed towards the strong man. Without saying a word, Butcher raised his foot and kicked the beggar in the stomach, sending him flying. Then he quickly moved his elbow and hit the beggar on the back of the head.

The beggar lay motionless on the ground, but Butcher walked inside without looking back. Some more figures appeared in the shadows of the alley. They all held sharp weapons in their hands and surrounded him from all directions. Butcher spat on the ground, and then said: You are in such a hurry to come and die?

Okay, everyone, step back. Don't you know this is a guest? A secret door opened in the alley, and a long-haired man wearing a loose floral shirt walked out. His face was withered and pale, and his body was thin, like that of a habitual criminal who had been imprisoned in a dungeon for a long time. Look who this is, the butcher from Kelmanga, he's such a rare visitor.

I don't like that name. Butcher said, Are you going to talk to me here, or are you going to let me go in and sit down?

Of course, please come in, I don't dare to stop you.

The room was a warehouse, filled with large and small wooden boxes. Many boxes have been opened, with soft straw piled inside, and the crossbows are broken into parts and hidden among the straw. Many boxes were stacked precariously, but in the middle of such a pile of boxes, there was a secret door leading underground. The two people went in one after another, walked through a dark corridor, and came to an underground bar.

Make room for my friends, you go somewhere else to play. The thin man waved his hand, and in a short time the place was empty. Leaving behind a long bar and many fragrant wines. Butcher sniffed it with his nose. The confusing smell made him unable to distinguish the brand, so he took a bottle from the table and drank it in large gulps.

I haven't been this happy for a long time. Butcher wiped his mouth and said to the owner of this place: Silly bird, you owe me twice. I'll give you a chance and pay it back once.

Hey, first of all, I don't owe you twice, at most once. Second, my name is not a stupid bird, but a cuckoo. There is a big difference between the two.

Whatever. Butcher waved his hand and glanced around: Don't you have anything to eat here? I'm very hungry!

No. The thin man looked at Butcher with great interest: Even if there were, everything here is stained with other people's saliva. Are you willing to eat it? By the way, why are you so depressed now that you can't even eat enough? Would you like to come to my place to do it, I have always been generous and appreciate you very much.”

What a shame! If I come to you, you will definitely try to kill me all day long. The scar on Butcher's face flickered, and he said: I came to you because of your old profession. You Do you know there is an Archdruid nearby?”

Oh, are you here for this matter too? A week ago, the guild in Nebo Town asked about this matter. But they were too stingy, so I gave them some superficial information. Du Juan licked his lips and leaned forward. Tan Tan: There is something about Arch Druid, and it is worth doing. Let's do it together? The reward of two hundred gold coins, no matter whether it is successful or not.

The so-called worthy act is nothing more than robbery, theft or extortion, all illegal transactions. Most of the work only requires the thieves to do it themselves. Now that the thin man values ​​Butcher's fighting ability, it means that the matter is difficult and may require brute force to solve. Two hundred gold coins were enough for Butcher to live well for a while, but he obviously didn't want to have too deep ties with the thieves guild.

Tell me about this great druid first. It's best not to fool me.

Don't dare. I don't want the entire guild to turn into a pool of blood. The tragedy of Kelmanjia is enough once, Du Juan said.

From the town of Watto to the west all the way to the seaside city of Magnima, it is the area controlled by the goblins. It is a dangerous swamp with no known safe road through it, except for a river that has water all year round. The Yoda River connects the two places and provides sufficient water for the swamps in this area. The town of Watto and the goblin city of Magnimar are constantly fighting on the river, trying to push the battle line into each other's area. But if the swamp cannot be controlled, a river alone is not enough to eliminate the opponent.

The Great Druid lives in the swamp. He has some relationship with the goblins, so the goblins never attack him. Du Juan said: Two or three times, the goblins captured some people from the caravan, and it was this Great Druid who Yi intervened and redeemed the person.

So, this is still a good person? Butcher was a little surprised.

Maybe, no one can tell. Du Juan said: This Druid is a little crazy. The man I sent was beaten up by him and then thrown to the goblins. Fortunately, the man was smart and escaped from the goblins. , otherwise I would have thought he was killed by the swamp.”

Is it true that the person you sent is not a good person at all? Butcher chuckled and said, I think that person totally deserves it.

Hmph, do you think you will be treated better if you go? Do you think you are a good person or a bad person? Du Juan tapped the table with his fingers: My men told me that there are many goblins where the druid lives. The tributes, including jewelry and works of art, were all found from Magnima. You also know that there are many valuable things left over from the past in Magnima City, which are already worth our risk.

Tell me where that druid lives and how to get there safely, and I'll cancel your favor once.

Hey, we are good friends. Are you in such a hurry to leave me? Although the thin man said this, his hands were not idle and he quickly drew a map. Butcher glanced twice and saw that it was marked in great detail, listing rivers, hills, and easily identifiable landmarks.

Butcher, you saved my life when we were in Kelmanjia. I will never forget this. To be honest, I have never been afraid in my life, but seeing you come out of blood and fire... At that time, I was really scared and thought I was dead. Half the city was dead, how could I be spared? I have always wondered, why would you let me go and lead me to kill you?

Butcher's index finger trembled slightly, as if the tragic battle and crazy killing that day were happening again. He didn't want to talk about it, so he took a few sips of dark beer, then grabbed the map and stuffed it into his pocket. Butcher stood up, and his tall figure completely enveloped the underground bar. He said to Du Juan: I'll give you a piece of advice, don't cause trouble with that big druid, because a group of paladins are targeting him. No matter whether this druid is good or evil, there is no room for you to interfere.

There will be no good results if you hang out with the Paladins. They may discover your identity at any time, and then you will be judged. The thin man persuaded: You are not the same as them, and no one will give you fairness and justice. shelter.

Butcher turned back, looked at Du Juan, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: No, I found a very interesting person. Maybe this person can give me what I want. Judgment, I don't worry about this issue much anymore.