Lord of the Oasis Chapter 706: .A dwarf who sells news

Although it is said that His Royal Highness Kant made complete preparations for the scout's trip. Gold coins, silver coins and the like are also well prepared.

But as he walked up the stairs, Claremont was still heartbroken over the dozens of silver coins he had spent.

"It's so black-hearted, dwarves." Claremont said silently.

After settling in their luggage, it's dinner time for everyone to gather.

Fortunately: the hotel's meals are included in the accommodation, and everyone is free to choose their food.

The fifty-man team was almost filling up the restaurant of the hotel. Upon seeing this, the owner of the hotel took the scouts directly to the other side hall and let them occupy a room exclusively. The baked goods are brought to the table by the waiter in the restaurant.

After ordering the menu, everyone started to talk about the matchup between the Treant and the Fire Elf Mage this morning.

"I didn't expect the fire-type elf soldiers to be so strong. When I saw their explosive strength, I was completely shocked." A soldier sighed.

"I think with the strength of these people, we don't need to hide or hide at all when we walk to the dwarfs." Another soldier echoed.

"Yeah. Besides, the tree man is totally useless. He was scared away by the fire elf with two moves." A soldier added.

"Have you met a tree man?" A young voice sounded.

Austinger, who followed everyone's jeering and mocking of the tree man, first noticed this question, stopped laughing and looked around: he found a dwarf waiter holding a dinner plate beside him.

"Excuse me," Austinger said politely, taking the dishes from the waiter's hands.

The dwarf waiter is not as tall as this table, so that everyone noticed his presence after seeing the roast meat being served.

"Yes, when I was going down the mountain today. I met two treemen, and one of them ran away in fear after we discovered their tricks. Another stayed and said he wanted to show us. , the result was also repelled by the elf soldiers on our side." A soldier replied.

"Two?" The dwarf waiter's expression became complicated: "It seems that he is not tired of playing such a routine."

"What routine?" a soldier asked in confusion.

"There is only one tree man on this island," explained the dwarf waiter.

"What?!" Everyone was dumbfounded.

Noticing the movement here, DeWitt and the others also gathered around the round table where the waiter was sitting and listened.

"But we clearly heard two different voices today." A soldier wondered.

"The Treant-lord likes to play games like this. Everything you perceive in the jungle is controlled by him. Not to mention voices, even humanoids can conjure up several different ones for you. The waiter wiped his hands with the napkin on his shoulders and said, "You'll know after you've been on the island for a long time. That adult is frighteningly powerful. Otherwise, why do you think he can fight for hegemony with his own power?" The island occupies an entire mountain forest."

"Why did he let us go if he wasn't afraid of our threats?" a soldier asked.

"This... I really don't know." The dwarf waiter scratched his head and said, "Since the lord came to the island 30 years ago, he has always enclosed himself in the mountains. Because I haven't been able to break through the bottleneck, I want to find my pure self. As a result, now I have a tendency to be schizophrenic. I am afraid you have encountered some strange personality that he assumed."

"I see." DeWitt nodded.

"Sounds mysterious." Claremont said with a shrug.

"In that case, our luck is really good." Abel took a sip of red wine and commented.

"Is every dwarf in this town as well-informed as you are?" DeWitt said to the dwarf waiter, smiling.

The dwarf waiter raised his head to look at DeWitt and replied, "I'm nothing like this, I just know the common sense that some passers-by say. The dwarf hunters in the trade union are really powerful. The election insider of each territory can dig out a bit of information from their mouths.”

"That's amazing!" Abel toasted in praise.

This is his third glass of red wine, and he is already slightly drunk.

Claymont help him helplessly to sit down on the sofa in the corner.

"Thank you for sharing." DeWitt nodded to the dwarf waiter. He took out a silver coin from his bosom and placed it on the plate served by the dwarf waiter.

"Thank you for your tip." The dwarf waiter smiled contentedly when he saw the copper coin, and then withdrew.

During the chat, the dishes were almost ready.

Everyone starts to feast.

DeWitt wiped his mouth with a napkin after eating a whole delicious steak. Looking around: Noticing that Claremont and Abel were not at the dinner table ~IndoMTL.com~ After getting up and looking around, DeWitt walked to the sofa in the corner and saw Claremont dry chewing a soda cracker. Next to him, Abel was soundly asleep.

"What's wrong with him?" DeWitt asked.

"Drinked three glasses of red wine on an empty stomach and got drunk," Claremont replied.

I couldn't find anyone to help take care of the elven general, and Claremont could only take care of the chore.

I can't even eat now.

"Go to dinner and I'll help you take care of him," DeWitt suggested.

"Thank you, Captain." Claremont clapped his hands, waved off the cookie crumbs stuck to his fingers, and said gratefully to DeWitt.

"Come back quickly." DeWitt sat down on the sofa where Claremont was sitting just now, put a pillow in his arms, and said helplessly: "General Abel is already drunk, and went out to ask for news tonight. It's just you and me."

"Received." After Claremont finished speaking, he immediately ran to the table.

The moonlight is hazy, waiting for the banquet to dissipate. DeWitt and Claremont came out of the hotel door.

Departing from the Hunter's Guild in the center of the city in the dark.

Even in the middle of the night, the commercial streets of dwarven towns are still bustling.

It's just that in the dark night, there is always a dangerous atmosphere in the pair of yellow or green pupils.

DeWitt and Claremont didn't talk much: in this unfamiliar place, always take into account that the walls have ears. It's best to get back to your home early to find out the good news.

"Here," DeWitt said, pointing to a brightly lit part of the street.

"Hmm." Claremont's eyes were also fixed on that spot.

There is still a lot of traffic going in and out at the union gate. The two quickened their pace and approached the building.

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