"Hurts, go take a look in the alley outside. If you find a body, dispose of it. I don't want to see those guards near the tavern."
After waiting for about five minutes, the middle-aged bartender and owner immediately gave instructions to the young man who was clearing the plates and glasses.
Because he felt that if he didn't make a mistake this time, five minutes should be enough for the generous customer to deal with the nasty land gangster.
It is the safest time to deal with the scene at this time.
Otherwise, if the smell of blood is released for a while, the guards in the city will rush over to check the situation, and they may even conduct a large-scale search around the area, thus affecting their business.
You must know that anyone who comes to this tavern to drink, meet, and engage in secret transactions has a basic foundation and is not clean.
Therefore, they are extremely sensitive to the guards. Once a similar situation occurs, they will not show up for several days in a row until the situation calms down completely.
The young man known as Hurts immediately put down the rag and tray in his hands without saying a word, turned around and rushed out of the back door.
It is easy to see from his agile and skillful movements that this is not the first time he has done such dirty work.
The tavern owner was obviously very relieved about this subordinate. After watching him go out, he continued to greet the guests with a relaxed expression.
But in less than a minute, the young man ran in from the outside in a panic with a pale face, and said breathlessly: "Old... boss, I think you'd better take a look for yourself."
"Huh? What happened to make you so nervous?"
A trace of surprise flashed in the bartender's eyes.
After all, even though all of his men are young, they are already accustomed to big scenes.
Especially the young man who was responsible for cleaning up the aftermath, he could even pick up the broken body parts and throw them into a large jar without changing his expression, and then transport them to a deserted place for burial.
Normally, no matter how tragic the scene is, there should not be too severe emotional fluctuations.
"Sorry, I really don't know how to describe it. Those guys were all twisted into monsters by some terrible power."
When he said these words, the young man's voice was obviously trembling, and his eyes were full of fear.
Out of curiosity, the tavern owner finally put down what he was doing and walked out of the bar, following the former into a dark alley.
The moment he walked in, he was immediately shocked by the sight in front of him. He subconsciously opened his mouth wide, his pupils suddenly dilated, and his heartbeat tripled in an instant.
Because at the end of the alley, those guys who often cause trouble can no longer be called humans, but are indescribable monsters covered with thick sores, tentacles, mouths and teeth.
Although the appearance of previous humans can still be vaguely distinguished as a whole, in their bones they are already very different from human beings.
As a well-informed person, the tavern owner has never heard of such a creepy monster appearing in the world, as if it can inspire the deepest fear in his heart.
After a full minute, he recovered from his disbelief, swallowed his saliva, and said without looking back: "Notify the guards and the temple immediately! Let them deal with these monsters! This is not us.
It can be done.”
"But what about that mysterious guest? These monsters are most likely created by him through some evil magical power. If the guards and the temple intervene, we may not be able to escape the relationship."
The young man warned carefully.
But the tavern owner waved his hand and interrupted: "Don't be stupid.
Do you think you can stay out of it when something like this happens?
The only thing we can do is to let capable people solve the situation before it gets to the worst.
Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and do what I tell you.
The other is to have our people spread throughout the city and try to find traces of the mysterious client as soon as possible."
"Understood."
The young man nodded solemnly, then turned around and ran towards the most majestic temple in the center of the city without saying a word.
Because in the space-time of Theros, the relationship between mortals and gods is closer than in any other world.
Therefore, whether it is a city-state or a small town, as long as the population reaches a certain level, tall and majestic temples will inevitably be built to pray for the blessing of a certain god.
Otherwise, you may be destroyed by monsters or gods that suddenly fall from the sky at any time.
In a sense, building a temple of a certain god is equivalent to planting the other's flag and offering faith in exchange for protection.
Other gods and powerful monsters will be afraid of this god and will not dare to easily attack and destroy the city.
After all, in this world, extraordinary power is condensed from the beliefs of mortals.
No god would sit back and watch all of his followers being killed by another god, otherwise they would lose their powerful divine power.
Some powerful city-states will even worship multiple powerful gods to ensure their own safety.
As a city-state famous for its powerful warriors, Akros' main belief is the god of forging, Prophonus.
Because Mount Verus is a continuous active volcano, the sky here often shows an abnormal red color. It is said that the furnace forged by this god is located in the unknown interior of the mountains.
It is precisely because of this that this city-state has the best blacksmiths and is rich in all kinds of exquisite weapons and armors.
In addition, various gladiatorial fights and sports competitions are often held, attracting countless warriors who are eager for fame, wealth and polishing their martial arts skills to gather here.
However, when there are too many capable warriors, there will inevitably be some bumps and bruises.
Therefore, conflicts caused by quarrels can be seen everywhere in Akros City, and fights are commonplace when disagreements arise.
In just a short while, Zuo Si had already witnessed no less than seven or eight fights.
Fortunately, usually when the guards arrive, the two or more parties fighting will immediately stop and disperse.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He did not realize at all how much trouble he caused by casually trying to use the tentacle monster created by the black blood of the ancient god, and he was still looking for Elspeth and Ah.
Traces of Yeni.
Because the prophecy spell showed that they were somewhere in the city right now.
It's just that it was interfered by some mysterious force and couldn't be accurately positioned.
Fortunately, Zuo Si was prepared and released a batch of small bugs powered by sparkle oil.
I believe it won't take long to get results.
So he didn't seem anxious at all. Instead, he was very interested in appreciating the customs of ancient Greece that were full of mythological times, and even tasted the local specialties of figs, olives and grapes.
As for the most famous wine…
Ever since he witnessed with his own eyes the farmers in Faerun whose leg hair is longer and thicker than the hair of many middle-aged people, who can trample grapes with a pair of rough and peeling black feet, he has completely refused to drink any wine of unknown origin.
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Unless it is the output of the manor under your own name, or it is brewed using an industrial assembly line, otherwise you will start to feel sick and nauseated when you think of that kind of scene.
"Gentle sir, please take a look at these exquisite swords and armors. I guarantee that they are all made by the high-level priests of Purophos, the god of forging. Especially this one-handed sword, which can be released in battle
It emits high-temperature flames to burn the enemy, and you only need 1,500 gold coins to have it."
The vendor in the weapons and armor shop held up a weapon that looked like a Roman legionnaire's dagger and shouted to Zuo Si.
Because he had noticed that this young man, who was obviously not dressed as a local, had spent a "huge sum" of more than five thousand gold coins in the market without blinking an eye.
You must know that Theros space-time does not have extremely rich reserves of precious metals like Faerun.
In particular, the value of gold is much higher than the latter.
A top-notch set of armor blessed with blessings, plus a weapon that can produce magical effects, can be obtained for only about three hundred gold coins.
This is equivalent to half to one-third of the prize money for the winner of a major tournament.
These equipment can be sold for at least 6,000 or even 10,000 gold coins when brought to Faerûn.
From this point, it is not difficult to see that once the spark is ignited and you become a planeswalker, you can make a lot of money even if you are a "bad guy", and you don't need to worry about money at all.
Zuo Si took the dagger handed over by the vendor, weighed it in his hand, and with the help of magic vision, he instantly recognized that this thing was a high-end fake.
The so-called Burning Flame is just an enhanced version of the Flame Sword of Faerûn. It is sealed in the sword body through the unique divine blessing and forging technology of this world, and there is a limit on the number of times it can be used.
After reaching the upper limit, the entire sword will automatically dissolve.
After discovering the secret, Zuo Si immediately handed the sword back to the merchant and commented with a smile: "This weapon is not even as good as the sample displayed on the counter of the weapons store not far away. It is worth at most two hundred and forty gold coins. If
You can only put out something of this quality and I would never waste my time in your stall.”
After saying that, he turned around and made a gesture to continue walking forward.
Seeing this, the merchant hurriedly shouted: "Wait! I have another good thing that you may be interested in."
"Oh? What is it?"
Zuo Si stopped and stared at this sinister and cunning guy.
To be continued...