Chapter 450: What a close call, I almost got kidnapped!
Who?
who?
Who has been waiting for me?
It is said that the ship will not arrive for another two or three days. Why is it that someone is looking for it now?
At the door of the hotel, a small man stood up from the wine table and rushed over like a cannonball. The momentum was so fierce that Gretel, instead of approaching him to ask, instead took a step to the side and hid.
Behind him, Cerela stepped forward and stood between him and the little man.
There was silence in the hotel lobby. Then, laughter, applause, and whistles erupted from all directions.
The Crow Hotel is one of the largest and highest-end hotels in Anyia Port. The spacious lobby doubles as a dining room and a tavern, with enough room for twenty or thirty tables, and it is not too crowded at all. It is dinner time now, and the waiter
Carrying a big wooden plate and walking among the crowd, the whole room was filled with the aroma of meat and wine.
More than half of the tables are full of customers. Barbarians, dwarves, orcs, humans, basically all the common races are gathered here. Warriors, spellcasters, craftsmen, and merchants all have their own aura and uniqueness.
Each has its own eye-catching place.
However, no matter how many people there are, no one can attract as much attention as Cerela. A rare elf, a beautiful woman, tall and with brilliant silver hair hanging straight down to her waist. Her silver-blue eyes glowed a little purple under the firelight, and she was both noble and noble.
It's mysterious.
What makes people even more envious and jealous is that when the black-haired human stepped aside, the elf lady actually stepped forward and stopped him. Although the human looked like a spell caster, it was natural for a warrior to block him, but
, but she is an elf beauty!
What kind of luck is this guy!
The little man braked hard. The elf lady in front raised her chin slightly and looked down at him. Her alert posture did not make people feel proud, but only made her feel cute and cute. It was not easy for him to rush over, so he had to stop and take out a
The badge flashed to Gretel:
"Oh! I'm really here to find you!" He waved his badge to Grete. There were many people in the hotel talking, so he didn't call Grete's name directly, but just raised his voice:
"Mr. Trocca says hello!"
Huh?
Gretel poked his head out from behind Serira. The man put his badge away as soon as he raised it. Gretel only saw a faint shadow of magic, which was a regular six-pointed star. This is the symbol of the Magic Council, so it is one of his own?
He suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He tugged at Cerira, emerged from behind her, and raised his hand towards the bar from a distance:
"Boss, are there any private rooms?"
"No! Just rooms!"
Ten minutes later, Gretel, Serira, Bernard, and the little man who introduced himself as Geraint Pope sat together in the room Gretel had just opened.
Bernard buried his head in eating. Cerira ate the fruit in small bites while pricking up his ears to listen. Geraint placed a roll of parchment in front of Gretel and asked him to check it himself, while lowering his voice and explaining:
"I am the third officer of the Albatross of the Third Fleet, and Karas is my brother. You may not remember, but when he was about to die from the plague at sea, it was you who cured him and cleaned his wounds. I
I happened to see you when I came to see my brother at that time..."
Gretel was at a loss. Not to mention the boatswain, even his younger brother had no memory at all. Well, scurvy had indeed been cured in some cases before, but what next?
If you tell me your age and symptoms, I might still have an impression...
He looked at the other person carefully. He was not tall, half a head shorter than himself. He was wearing a dark blue woolen coat with an anchor pattern embroidered on the corner. The fishy smell of the sea all over his body was so intense that it made Seri
La wrinkled her nose and moved back and forth.
Geraint's tawny hair was curled close to his ears. His bronze face was a little faded, which seemed to be the result of long-term exposure to wind and sun. However, whether he was a sailor or not, Grete really couldn't tell.
The sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, and the exposed arms don't look very strong and strong, and there aren't many calluses on the palms. As for the rust on the calves, I'm sorry, you can't see anything when wearing trousers and boots.
not see.
Fortunately, there is a certificate from the Parliament. Grete unfolded the parchment and checked the lower right corner first. Well, there is a secret mark, which is the symbol of the Magic Council. There is another secret mark flashing next to it, which is the symbol of the Tower of Babel. This
It’s pretty hard to fake…
Looking at the content, the Albatross of the Third Fleet was sent to pick him up, and he was asked to read the letter and follow the visitor back. The signature was Master Sam from the jury, who was also an acquaintance.
Now there is only one question left to verify. Is this little man really sent by the Parliament? Or was it someone who intercepted the Parliament's boat or person and then lured him into being deceived?
Seeing how the parliament was facing a formidable enemy and using the silver dragon to send him a message, Gretel felt that he could not be too careful.
"Have you met Mr. Trocca?" He rolled up the certification documents and handed them back to Geraint. He seemed to ask casually: "How is he now? Has he advanced?"
"I've never seen it." The little man shook his head. "It was passed down from above. When it's inconvenient to call your name, I use this sentence to win your trust. Sir, we have been waiting for you at the port for two days. Now that you have arrived
, just leave quickly!”
"Two days? When did you set off? From which port? By the way, Mr. Gunson, the commander of your fleet, how are you doing now? How is Mr. Dedlock, the chief of logistics, doing lately? Has he lost any weight?"
Grete asked, while silently throwing a charming human over. Normally, the Parliament was sending messages in such a hurry, and the time was so stuck. It should be sending a message while sending a ship. He had arrived two days in advance. How could the Parliament's ship be sent?
Waited for him for two days?
"We set off half a month ago. We came directly from Nevis. The wind is smooth now, so it's very convenient to come here." The little man opened his clothes, stuffed the parchment roll into his inner pocket, and answered without raising his head:
"Mr. Gunson is fine. As for Mr. Dedlock, don't mention him. He is fat again..."
Before he finished speaking, seven or eight vines silently grew from his feet, tying him up tightly.
Gretel reached into his breast pocket and held the oak staff with a serious expression.
It was true that he had dealt with the Third Fleet, and it was true that he had treated them for scurvy. However, the commander of the fleet was James Delock, a ninth-level knight; and the chief of logistics was William Gunson.
If the little man in front of me who claims to be the third officer is really from the Third Fleet, he shouldn't have said both names wrong!
He reached out and rummaged through the little man's body. In addition to the parliament's certification documents and magic badges, he also found a holy emblem that exuded a faint white light. The pattern on the silver holy emblem was quite familiar, it was a raised high
The arm holds the dazzling golden thunder.
Throw in another one to identify blood. On the back of the magic badge, in the gap between the pin and the badge, you can clearly find dried blood stains.
"Serila, let's go! It's not safe here anymore!"
"What about this person?"
Cerela immediately stood up and stepped in front of Gretel. The little man in the vine struggled, so she simply took a step forward and raised her palm to strike.
"do not!"
Bang, it fell.
Hey, the probability of killing or injuring someone with a hand knife is much greater than knocking someone unconscious... Don't believe the stories and boasts in the hotel!
Grete sighed and had no choice but to let Bernard pick the person up. If this person can produce a complete set of parliamentary certificates and his words are wrong, then there is a high probability that someone from the parliament has fallen into his hands...
So what happened to the people who came with supporting documents?
Still alive?
Where?
It's not good to torture someone in someone else's hotel. Let's find another place. Not far from the city, there are plenty of open spaces in the mountains...
Cerira went out first. Gretel followed behind. Bernard carried the unconscious little man and walked quickly to the back door. Who knows if Geralt has any accomplices? Let’s go!
The main entrance of the Crow Hotel is a three-story building, with courtyards of various sizes enclosed behind it. Before the trade group of the parliament moved in, they also had two separate courtyards. After walking through two courtyards, there were two doors in front and one in the back.
The courtyard door opened, and a large group of people rushed over:
"What are you doing?"
"What did you do to Geralt?"
"Put him down!"
Fortunately, I didn't follow that guy! These guys are clearly Geralt's accomplices. If they follow him, they will definitely be sold to him!
Gretel turned around. Cerira turned around. Bernard threw the little man to the ground, picked up the big bone stick, and shook it twice hard. He took a step forward, bowed and prepared a charging posture, and at the same time intentionally or unintentionally
Foot on Geralt's arm
"Crack!"
"boom!"
"Bang bang bang bang..."
An eighth-level warrior fought side by side with a girl with strange powers who had turned into a human form and had unknown levels of competition. Gretel crouched behind, secretly rubbing the greasy spell, emitting infrasonic waves, and causing vines to stumble.
Although the number of the opponent was ten times that of Grete and others, they were beaten to a pulp by them. After a while, there were more than a dozen rolling gourds on the ground.
"Everyone stop it! Stop it!"
Someone soon shouted. When Gretel raised his head, he saw the chef of the Crow Inn rushing towards him with a kitchen knife in his left hand and a long-handled spoon in his right hand. The leather bib was shiny and greasy, and coupled with the tonnage of the barbarian, that
The fat belly and charging posture are no less than that of a Tiger tank.
The guys either took sticks, door bolts, or pot lids, formed a formation, and pushed forward. Behind them, the crowd of drinkers and residents watching the excitement blocked the entire passage...
"Who dares to fight in the Crow Inn! Anyone who doesn't obey the rules should get out!"
The shop owner also ran out. He was holding the account book in his left hand, and in his right hand was a mace. Obviously, he could open this hotel, and he still had considerable strength. He rushed forward and pointed the mace outward:
"roll!"
Gretel: "..."
"Don't be rude to the distinguished guests." A clear female voice suddenly sounded outside the crowd. Immediately, Gretel saw the crowds ducking to both sides in the blocked aisle. They pressed against the wall, inhaled, tightened their abdomen, and tried to get out of the aisle.
A tall, muscular woman wearing a white wolf skin and holding a bone staff walked in quickly. The head of the staff was shining with black crows. As she walked, the barbarians along the way lowered their heads to greet her:
"Olga."
"Olga."
"Lord Thinker."
The woman nodded slightly in return. She walked into the circle, glanced at her, and then bowed to Gretel and gave an elegant salute:
"Let people with ulterior motives disturb our guests because we are not well-defended. It is no longer safe here. Please come and stay at our house. These people will be left to our disposal and we will definitely give you an explanation."
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