The Legend of Fatality

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"Sir, your message." The little, dirty boy said, reaching out to ask for money. He grabbed a rough piece of parchment with the other hand.

Bai En looked down at him, wondering if this was a trick. The beggar brothers of Heidelberg are especially famous for their ingenious separation of fools from their money. However, he might as well pay attention. The lantern has just been lit, and it's still early. This blind pig tavern hasn't even shown that someone will come tonight.

"What is this? You don't look like a messenger." Bai En took a step forward, blocking the direction the boy might choose to flee, while holding the other hand on the hilt. The newly-changed bone handle can feel the power flowing in the "spirit" and the slight electric touch.

"I don't know, sir. This funny-looking gentleman handed me this paper and a copper coin and told me that if I gave it to the black-haired tall bodyguard in the blind pig tavern, I could still Get the same money. "

"Black hair?" Bai En asked suspiciously.

"He talks a little funny, sir. It also looks a little funny. To be honest, he has a strange smell."

"What do you mean by that?" Bai En glanced around with afterglow to see if there were any latent associates. The child's words seem to be intentionally focused.

"Well, his voice is not normal. His voice is a little high and sharp. He is wearing a monk robe and covering his face. I thought his robe hasn't washed in a long time. They smell like a dog Some hairy animals are sleeping inside. I know this because my dog ​​Uffi used to— "

"Don't worry about Uffi now. Did you notice anything else about him?" The boy's words really attracted Bai En now.

"Well, sir, he walks very funny and always bows his back."

"Like an old man?"

"No, sir, for an old man, he walked too fast. Just like a lame beggar you saw on the poor street, except that he walked too fast, it can't be a lame beggar. Well, there is one more thing, I dare not tell you, I ’m afraid you think I ’m eating that weird section of grass. "

"Section grass? That kind of hallucinatory thing?" Bai En moved forward, staring at the boy's pupil, which was normal. "I'm sure you didn't eat that stuff, you say it."

"Well, when he left, I thought there was a snake hiding under his robe. I could see a long, snake-like thing moving around."

"Will it be a tail? Like a mouse tail?"

"It's possible, sir. It's possible. Do you think it might be a mutant, sir? Some have mutated?" The child's voice was full of surprise and fear. He was obviously thinking that he might have just survived.

"Maybe. Where did you see this beggar?"

"In a dead end. Five minutes ago. I came here all the way and wanted to make myself a delicious pie with the copper plate you want to give me."

Bai En took a silver coin from his pocket and threw it to the child, grabbing the piece of paper from him.

"Buy yourself the whole pie, and let me know when I see the beggar next time. It's still the price." Bai En said to the boy while scanning the parchment quickly.

The boy nodded happily and then ran away. After reading the content on the paper, Bane raised his head and scanned the bar to see if Grerogan was nearby. The dwarf sat next to a table, with huge shoulders bowed, a strong fist clutching a bottle of beer, and the other hand holding a huge axe. Bai En greeted him over.

"What is it, humans?"

"I'll tell you on the way."

"Now there is nothing here, humans." Grerogan stared down the alley. He shook his head and touched his thick hair crown with a thick hand. "No smell."

Bane didn't know how the dwarf could smell anything in the stink of dead ends, but he didn't doubt that Guerrerogan was telling the truth. In the past adventures, he saw too much evidence to prove the dwarf's keen sense, so now he has doubts about himself. Bai En has been holding the sword handle, ready to call the guards at any time. Since the child brought the note, he suspected an ambush. But there is no sign that there will be an ambush. The ratman, if he is really a ratman, also counts the time and arranges the time well. It gave itself enough time to escape.

Bai En glanced back into the alley. There is nothing beautiful here. Some light penetrated through the lanterns of the shops of the poor street and the windows of the tavern, but he couldn't see anything other than the outline of the garbage and the broken walls eroded by the weather on both sides of the alley.

"This road leads to the labyrinth below," Grerogan said. "There are more than a dozen entrances to the sewer below. Our fast-moving kid is now running without a trace."

Bai En thought about the labyrinth of winding alleys below. This is a place frequented by the poorest, desperate and desperate people in the city. He doesn't like to visit even in broad daylight, let alone look for a rat in the dark on this gloomy, moonless night. Either way, Guerrerogan may be right: if it is a mouse, then it is already in the sewer.

Bai En retreated to the street and walked under the light of a lantern. He opened the rough parchment and checked it again.

The handwriting is strange. The edges of these letters are jagged, more like the rune letters used by the dwarves than the letters of the Marnus Empire, but this language is definitely the Marnudi Empire language, although its composition and spelling are very bad. It says:

Friends-be warned! Evil Ratmen-Ratmen Scree-I hope they will always be poisoned by people, especially the evil demon-Heskett-Wanyan-planned in the month Attacked the Machine Academy when it was dark. They want to turn your secret into their own treasure. You have to stop them, otherwise they will get closer to conquer the superficial world,

Mud friend.

Bai En handed this bad letter to Grey Logan. The dwarf read it and rubbed it with a thick fist. He snorted mockingly. "Obviously a trap, human!"

"Maybe-but if that's the case, why not just lure us here to attack us?" Said frowning.

"Who knows how the mouse brain works?"

"Perhaps not all ratmen are hostile. Maybe some of them want to help us." Bai En did not believe what he said, but it was indeed a possibility.

"Maybe my grandmother is still a high elf."

"Okay. Is one faction resentful of another faction and want us to help them solve it?" Bai En said helplessly. "This is very common among humans."

"Why don't you solve it yourself?" Guerrero asked.

"I don't know. I'm just thinking. Tonight is a feast for Verena. There may be only a few people in that college. Everyone else will attend the banquet hosted by the Countess Emmanuel for the guild ~ www.wuxiaspot .com ~ Maybe we should warn the people on duty. "

"Tell them what, humans? A rat man sent us a note warning us that his brother was going to ransack the Countess ’s special arsenal. Maybe you have forgotten the last time we tried to warn others about the rat man What happened. "

"So you mean we do nothing?" This is indeed a good choice, Bai En thought. At least very safe.

"I didn't say that. I mean, we should investigate the matter ourselves, and don't expect any help from others."

"What if this is a trap?" Bai En shook his head, and he knew the dwarf would say that.

"If it is, it is. But many ratmen will die there."

"We will too."

"That would be a heroic death."

"We'd better go back to the blind pig tavern first. Heinz will think about where we are going." Well, Bane knows that it will eventually become like this. The dwarf's desire for heroic death and fame after death transcended everything.

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"Did you send the letter as instructed?" The Prophet Tangul asked.

"Yes! Yes! The most upright master."

"Very good. You can leave. Be prepared to receive further instructions. If someone asks you what to do on the ground, tell them that you are secretly monitoring the dwarf and preparing to kill him. To some extent, this will be true . "

"Yes, yes, the smartest prophet."

Tangul rubbed his paws happily. He did not doubt that stupid dwarves and hairless apes would fall into his cunningly woven trap. His beautiful writing and elaborate letters will ensure this. All he had to do now was wait, to ensure that no matter what happened, Heskett's men could not complete the task. He knew what to do.