Chapter 917: Grete’s determination and Lynn’s news (10,000 rewards plus update 6)
"Hug...sorry?"
Gretel pushed the door open, immediately stopped, apologized, and closed the door. He took a few steps back and looked up at the sign at the door of the store:
Mayflower Tavern.
You're right...it's really the center of the town, the Mayflower Tavern. Let's just say he doesn't have any road-crazy attributes. Besides, he couldn't have remembered such a distinctive store name...
Gray regained his composure, added a bubble technique to himself, and opened the door again. Thick white, slightly bluish smoke hit his face immediately.
The scene was about the same as an operating room after a day of surgery, where the electric knife was used to stop the bleeding, and the smoke aspirator was broken... Gretel could only be grateful that he had practiced the bubble technique to a proficiency. One breath of such thick second-hand smoke will shorten your life.
of!
But in the middle of the second-hand smoke, Mr. Valensimo sat with his legs crossed, very comfortable. He had a cigarette in his mouth, and he was obviously one of the second-hand smoke makers. Gretel understood him, smoking one hand is better than smoking one hand.
It's good to smoke second-hand ones.
The thing that looked a bit like a guitar and a lyut was held in his arms, shaking his body while playing enthusiastically. A group of men and women surrounded him, dancing an extremely cheerful dance.
When Grete pushed the door open last time, there was a waitress leaning back, leaning on Mr. Valensimo's kicked legs forward, bending herself into an arch...she saw him coming in, and she winked at him.
Double check your eyes.
Gretel, who had been mentally prepared, finally walked into the tavern smoothly. When he saw him coming in, Valensimo did not stop playing, but raised his voice during the break of the music:
"Boss, please find a place to sit first. The baguettes and shell soup in this tavern are good! The mutton is also very good. If you go in, you can't find the fragrant black-nosed sheep without the smell of mutton.
!”
Gretel nodded to him, carefully found a seat by the window where the air was fresher, and ordered half a pound of bread, a portion of vegetables and a portion of mutton.
As for the shells, no, he didn't want to see food in the water just yet, not even for a month!
Soon, Bernard and Serreira came to join them one after another. Everyone ordered a lot of food and ate it. As for Balensimo, even after the performance was over, there was a huge crowd and an endless flow.
He sat in the warmest place by the fire, with a smile on his face, and kept talking to people. Gretel noticed that even if he didn't order food, a waitress would come over from time to time to bring food and drinks. And she would come and talk to him.
Anyone can speak:
A dancing girl with a plump figure wearing a bright long dress;
The tavern waitress carrying a large wooden tray and walking quickly through the crowd;
The man in black wears a hood on his head and is reluctant to put it down even when he enters the room;
Carrying a large rucksack, the first thing to do when sitting down is to turn the rucksack to the front and hug the businessman tightly;
A young man with brisk steps, quick eyes, and a smile on his face anytime and anywhere;
An indigenous warrior carrying a huge ax...
"This communication skill is really terrible." Gretel shook his head and whispered. Ah, it's not like he can't handle talking to so many people in one day. When he's in the emergency room, he has to see more patients a day, but
, if it’s just to get information...
Ah, it's scary to think about it. If he had this time, he would rather find a quiet corner and read "Surgery" or "Emergency and Disaster Medicine" again.
Gretel, who is essentially a social phobic, and whose social phobia has been aggravated by his medical career, shrank back and was very lucky to have brought a guide out this time.
Someone has done the work of dealing with people!
When Bernard finally filled his stomach, rubbed his belly with satisfaction and sighed (Grete didn't know whether Serreira was full, and didn't dare to ask), Mr. Valensimo finally ended the communication and said politely.
After a glass of wine, I got up and came over to report on my work:
"Boss, I've asked about it. In the past six months, I mean, in the depths of the New World, from here all the way to the mountains 300 miles away, nothing particularly unusual has happened. Further in there, there is no news yet."
"According to what you said, boss, to find Master Lin En, you have to go over the mountains and go inland. There is a caravan leaving the town recently, and there are two tribes of natives who have finished their business and are returning separately."
He poured some wine on the table and sketched a simple topographic map:
"The three teams are going in these three directions. Boss, which one should we follow?"
Grete thought for a while and then flicked it on the table. A terrain map that was much more detailed than Valensimo's appeared on the table. It was colorful and outlined high and low mountains and rivers. He pointed again and saw a black line starting from the port.
Town, extending straight inward:
"Can we walk by ourselves? Follow Mr. Trocca's path and walk there by ourselves?"
"..."
Valensimo stared at the map on the table with envy and hatred. Silent phantom, level 1 spell, he can also do it as a bard. But he has to play and sing, make gestures, and fully mobilize his mental power...
And he can only summon a few fixed phantoms. For example, roses, colorful birds, and rabbits. If you want to make a humanoid, you can. He tried his best and practiced for several years before he succeeded, but he could only be in danger.
Used for self-defense and life-saving at all times.
Unlike this person, he can get whatever he wants with just a touch of his hand, and all the roads, mountains and rivers can be seen in detail.
Mage...
Valensimo swallowed a sigh, calmed down, and looked at the map carefully. The map projected by Gretel still had some errors. At least, some places were flat land instead of mountains and forests, some places were cliffs, and some places were not rivers, but swamps.
…
Obviously, according to the types of plants, Grete regarded all the trees as hills, the shrubs as flat land, and the middle of the reeds as rivers. As for how the news came, he couldn't think about it. After thinking about it, he became more and more envious and jealous.
"Boss, if you go straight there, there is a swamp here and you have to take a long detour..."
"Swamp? I remember the Phantom Pony can run directly there... I'll ask Appa if he can run there... Well, he said he can run there too, so that's okay."
"There is a mountain at this location. It's not a big deal to climb up. The cliff is very troublesome..."
"It's okay, just fly down."
"What about the mount?"
"The phantom pony can be cancelled, Appa can become smaller, and we can fly with him in his arms."
"There will be high-level monsters in the woods. If they are alerted, it will be very troublesome to travel..."
"How high? Level 10?" Cerela suddenly lay down, her silver-blue eyes sparkling and full of interest:
"Still level fifteen? I haven't replenished my inventory of Warcraft meat for a long time!"
"..."
On how willful a high-level mage is...
But the world is big, and the boss who pays the most money is the boss. Valensimo reminded himself secretly, and began to seriously evaluate the feasibility of walking straight through the wilderness:
Although the Nordmark mage in front of me is a level 9 mage, it is best to upgrade it from level 1 to level 2. As for Miss Serira, well...
It is different from the teams he led before. In the teams he led before, he himself was the strongest one, and he often had to lead a group of little guys at level 5 and level 6.
If you don't find a caravan to hang with you and don't find native escorts, that's really impossible. If something happens, the high-level ones will survive, but the low-level ones will die immediately!
But this small team is level 16, level 9, level 9, and the big deer is level 8. Even his five important elite teams, as long as they don't meet the big guys at levels 17 and 18, can run straight past!
"In this case, we will modify the plan, boss." Valencimo changed his words calmly:
"Purchase enough food and spare supplies, and leave directly from the wilderness. Give me a day, I should say, half a day and one night, and we will set off directly at dawn tomorrow morning!"
Grete directly threw out a bag of gold coins.
This afternoon and all night, Valensimo ran around the town and purchased a lot of messy things. As for the bulk commodities, Grete took the list issued by the guide and went to the Port Mage Tower:
The presiding mage is very willing to help a level 9 mage, level 6 arcanist, a young and powerful man with a bright future, solve some minor problems.
The next morning, when the sun was rising, four people and one deer bid farewell to the big oak tree outside the town and walked straight into the wilderness.
Grete, Cerela and Valensimo each had a phantom pony, their four hooves as light as smoke stepped on the ground, and in the snowy wilderness, not even a single flake of snow could be splashed.
As for Bernard riding Appa, the silver-moon deer that grew up in the wilderness has a much better adaptability to the snowfield than humans.
"That's right, that's the direction!" Mr. Trocca lay in Grete's arms, a head peeking out from the gap in the fur cloak, staring ahead with bright eyes:
"I remember this part of the road! When I escaped back, I ran straight into the town from this direction!"
Grete lowered his head and smoothed the black cat's fur, raised his eyes forward, and looked far and wide. According to Linn's description, he had walked thousands and thousands of miles before, climbing over mountains, crossing rivers, and climbing onto plateaus.
Although I walked and saw all the way, I often stopped to rest, study, or live in a certain tribe for a month or two. At least half a year was spent on the road.
If he and his group rush straight over, take a straight line and speed up, they may be able to arrive in two or three months. But, can Linn hold on until they arrive?
The sun that had just risen illuminated Grete and his party, as well as a large-scale megalithic building on the distant western plateau.
At this moment, in the underground part of the huge stone building, there was a woman with a golden body, surrounded by maids, walking leisurely in the corridor.
Down, down, until she reached the fifth floor underground and entered the heavily guarded dungeon, she stopped the maids from following her. She pressed lightly on the wall, and the stone wall rippled like water, welcoming the woman as she entered.
"Master Lin En..."
With a smile on her face, the woman gently came over and sat down next to Lin En:
"Have you thought about it? Only I can save you. As long as you promise me, you don't have to be a sacrifice."
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