Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 144: Prelude to the conspiracy

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Dragon and Beauty Tavern is the largest and most suitable hotel in Deepwater City. There are clean beds, comfortable services, and the best security environment. This is related to its unique location. The dragon and the beauty are the pubs closest to the temple area. The occasional patron saint Jedi will also come here for a drink.

Therefore, unlike most pubs full of drunken sailors, rude mercenaries, confined adventurers and travellers, this place is favored by businessmen from all over the world. They can talk about business here without worry Some bad things with bad intentions stared. Sometimes, small nobles and high-level adventurers will also settle here.

The bartender Lime here is a person who looks very uncomfortable. A scar almost tears off half of his face. These scars with obvious traces of acid spells indicate a thrilling battle. When several extraordinary guests entered the tavern, the well-informed old man just raised his eyes, then bowed his head and continued to wipe the wine glass in his hand.

"Please take us to Moore's room! Give me some more beer, grilled fish and local fruits ..." A slender woman with a hood lowered her voice to Lime, she hesitated to continue : "Open two more rooms for us and prepare a bucket of hot water, thank you."

"Is it Moore, a fur trader?" the old bartender stared at her with turbid eyes for a moment, then said slowly.

"No, it's Spice Trader Moore!" The hooded woman pondered for a moment, sure.

There is no very large forest near Deep Water City, and no high-quality fur is produced here. What kind of leather goods merchants will come here to do business? Merchants who purchase high-quality leather goods in Northland will live in the port area even if they pass by Deepwater City.

Moore's room was very hidden, but the view was very wide. A looming shadow behind the hooded woman, she observed the covertly around and made a gesture indicating no strangeness, one line The talent stepped into this small room.

This is a team of adventurers.

Yes, I just found the tablet of fate. Rescue of the goddess Woking, obstruction of the evil plan of the son of Barr, and the extermination of the **** of tyranny, Bann, have a decisive influence on the history of the Feren mainland. Hidden behind the mystery of history-a team of adventurers. They can always get all kinds of help for various reasons, and then make feats no matter what.

Including, but not limited to, slaying gods and ascending gods. Rescue a deity from the demon monarch in the bottomless abyss ...

They are the natural enemies of dragons, evil nemesis, spoilers of conspiracy, and of course weapons that some people can use. In fact, whenever there is a fierce conflict of interest in a region, there will be this A team of lucky adventurers accepts some inexplicable commission and then gets involved in a huge conspiracy.

For example, now!

"The Bloody Hand is a very mysterious person. There is not much news about him, and most of them are sensational rumors," Moore was a bit gloomy and did not talk, and did not look like a businessman. Instead, like a rogue, he does not seem to care about exposing this.

"But we know that he is a terrible person with excellent swordsmanship. We only found a very small wound on the skin of the skinner's body, which penetrated the heart from his armpit."

"From under the armpit? That's not easy!"

"It's not easy. Especially after we found his weapon ..."

The hooded woman began to be a little curious. She leaned forward slightly and whispered: "What makes you so surprised?"

"It was a long and narrow leaf. It was two feet five inches long and two inches wide. The leaves of the palm tree also carried dewdrops in the morning. The plane of the ether told us that this thing pierced a 200-pound The heart of the big guy. The prophecy mage said that the guy did n’t even have time to resist. He felt the new partner in his heart. "

"Sounds like picking something on the side of the road." The woman's voice is rare and dignified.

"That ’s not a good thing. The peeler wailed for quite a long time. Every beat of his heart brought him incalculable pain. In fact, there is such a thing in the skinner ’s home. A palm tree, we found him below. "Moore took a sip of the black tea in front of him and said nervously.

"But this doesn't prove anything? The skinner does not sound like a good person's name." The woman shook her head.

"Yes, it's a **** who likes to peel people, but the **** hand ..." Multon paused, his voice a little dry: "It's a person who can bring fear!"

"Just a short time ago, a professional has inquired about the news for us. You have heard of his name, and I watched him disappear into the air under the palm tree, and then I was never able to. Seeing him reappear. In the shadows, wherever you can think of, the wanderers who tried to go to the slums finally disappeared there. "

"The shadow did not bless them. They used to hide their veil, where they became a dagger against their throats. If I could, I would rather not see those things again." Moore's eyes were a little swaying. fear.

"If you want to hire us, you should provide more detailed information." The woman in the hood was unimpressed, stressed.

Moore spread his hands, buried his face deeply in it, and raised his head again at half a noise: "The best rogues can use the power of shadows, they can jump in the shadows, in the brightest lights Lurking down, their daggers are flexible like their fingers. But there, the shadow becomes the abyss that swallows them, their silent lurking, low-key death ... "

"That man was like a ghost, came behind those most alert wanderers, and took their lives in their hidden places. Someone died silently, in the most remote and unexpected corner ... "

"I heard about it!" The woman giggled. "There was an old woman who found a corpse in her kettle, so she had to smash the kettle to take the horrible thing. Come out. "

"That's the best thief here. He can pass through the smallest gap and dive into the most guarded fortress!" Moore's voice was annoyed.

"Sorry! I don't know you are his friend." The woman stopped laughing and apologized: "We have heard a lot of things like this here, some of the bodies, some in the trunk, some in Underground, more hidden in some hidden corners. What did the Prophet Master discover? Did n’t you hire a priest? "

"The prophecy has no worthy result. They are there and then die, just like what happened naturally, just like death cared for them ..."

"Okay! We took over this task. But we can give it up at any time. This is my condition. We still need to talk about the issue of remuneration ..."

Sulfur, flames, and gruesome ogres and goblins, twisted, shining steel with heavy and harsh noises, sharp cones and thorns, protruding from any unexpected angle and position Red steel thorn.

Here is not **** but better than hell.

Under the expansion of the kobolds, the underground space is getting larger and larger. The delicate mechanical pillars make this place a golden soup. This is not something that kobolds with only 5 intelligence can do. They may be able to dig a stable cave. But it is absolutely impossible to dig a real city underground. Only civilization can create such a miracle.

Mage, or pastor.

Of course, it may be a goblin engineer.

The existence of these evil and chaotic little things, like mud, has created a miracle! Every day, tens of thousands of ice poisons glowing blue light are sent to the hands of goblins, and even become currency circulating among them. No goblin can refuse this magical potion, they long for it, and they scream like crazy.

Let the addiction gradually dominate their consciousness. These feelings of longing are more firm and tenacious than belief, reproduction, survival, and even self, and even dominate the personality and self of these small things.

Day by day, more and more losers who have lost themselves, chasing the poison of ice like the corpses of their peers, but on the basis of the huge base of goblins, the number of supplements can easily make up for this gap and stay sober There are more and more addicts, and the number even exceeds that of frustrated people.

The goblins injected with a large amount of ice poison have become more and more paranoid and crazy, and the magic addiction constantly tries to dominate their consciousness, while also making them smarter and smarter.

In the deep abyss of the Deep Water City, more than 5,000 goblins built a huge underground complex below, and built a large laboratory for Chen Ang. (To be continued.)