Dawn of the Grey Tower

"I have to admit that your skill is beyond my expectations." Hill said excitedly in the small alley of the three streets of the tavern. Although the white smoke blocked most human eyes, she couldn't let the dementors miss the wonderful moments. She saw from another perspective how Roland completely defeated the mercenary mercenaries with just one blow. This is not the skill a magician should have, or even most warriors can't grasp their power so precisely, especially when his body is not in its heyday.

Roland put the unlucky pub owner near the wall and raised his eyebrows. "When you are old, you have no other advantage. You have enough time to slowly practice those things that you didn't know much about when you were young. I just practiced the trick just now. It ’s been three years, but it ’s still not as good as the one who taught it to me. The guy can stun the dragon with his bare hands. ”The magician ’s face showed a smile that would only show when he remembered, but he quickly returned to his eyes. Come in reality.

"We hurt him," said the old man who was no longer old. He looked at Pippo lying on the ground with a guilty tone in his voice. "We are involved in a fight that is not ours."

Hill had a different view of this. She squatted down, turned up the eyelids of the person lying on the ground, and checked his condition. "Without us, he died last night. I dare say that those mercenaries do not Will let this hapless guy live overnight. And even today, when he picks up the gold coin you gave him, he should bear his own destiny. "The doctor said, taking the gold coin from the boss's jacket pocket I figured it out and handed it to Roland.

"I have given it to him." The magician frowned, and did not want to take the gold coin. He felt that involving the innocent man in the incident should at least compensate him.

The Dementor Roland was reluctant to accept it, shrugged and put the gold coin in her leather bag. She planned to find another time to return it to the latter later, "We gave him compensation and he proved himself There is no ability to accept this compensation. Besides, how is his life worth a gold coin? "

The magician didn't say anything. What he had to worry about now was far more serious than how to compensate the tavern owner. Roland looked at the entrance of the alley, hoping to be aware before the enemy approached. Hill also completed the inspection. She stood up and said in a complaining tone, "We shouldn't come back. Even if you must save this guy, we have now completed this task and should continue to go north."

"Don't be so anxious. Have you heard of the name Poison Blade before? I mean, it sounds quite popular." The magician instinctively wanted to take out his pipe when thinking, but remembered that the current situation is not smoking. At that time, he pulled his hand out of the jacket pocket.

Hill thought for a moment, then shook her head, she had not heard the name in Cangshi. Moreover, the profession of mercenary is not as common in other kingdoms as it has always respected the spirit of chivalry. "Maybe we should ask Wang Du's friends, she should know the origin of these guys."

Roland knew that the doctor was referring to the one-eyed. Indeed, as the ruler of the entire kingdom's underground world, one-eyed would understand the details of mercenaries better. But now there is no time to inform Wangdu that he is waiting for a reply. No one can tell the situation in the north. Maybe a day later, everything will be over. Thinking of this, the magician began to seriously think about what is happening in Guoke Town. Some clues collide with each other in his brain, suggesting the connection between them.

"Noble," the magician said suddenly, attracting the attention of the female doctor. "Most of these mercenary employers are nobles."

"How do you know this?" Hill asked puzzled, and she didn't understand how Roland came to this conclusion.

"The clue is their goods. Imagine, my lady, who would be interested in the corpse of the Ratman at this point in time? A scholar or a wizard? This is indeed possible, but they will not intervene at this point in time. As a matter of fact, mercenaries will certainly use the instability of the situation to raise prices, they will not do it. So, who else would not mind the price, and rush to demand a large number of corpses of drones in this time? Nobles, especially lords. They need to use this to show the force and stabilize the people's hearts. "Roland said, touching his beard, and he was confident in his reasoning.

"It makes sense. But which nobleman would be stupid enough to show off the force with the spoils I bought. I mean, the mercenaries have always been sloppy. If the news about the purchase of the corpse of the ratmen spreads, it will only make the lord a national The laughing stock. "The dementor nodded. She agreed with Roland, but she also noticed the problem.

"So, this mercenary team must be from outside the kingdom, and it has a fierce style and decisive action." The magician recalled what the mercenary leader said before, and if he didn't arrive in time, he was lying in the corner now. Pippo may have lost a hand or more limbs.

"You make me believe that this is the case." The female doctor was quite convinced of her companion's answer, and she was more inclined to bring the poison blade mercenary group from outside the Cang lion, otherwise she had no reason not to have heard of a capable hunter. , Despite being an old weak ratman. What's more, their head still has such obvious signs.

"But it's not over yet." Roland gently tapped the wall with a short stick in his hand to replace tobacco concentration. "There are many ways to appease the hearts of the people. False loot is one of the most powerless, even those scammers. Nobles buy no more bodies ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ The ratmen in their territory will not be reduced because of this. Moreover, the mouths of foreign mercenaries are not necessarily stricter than those of their own countries. So, there are other purpose."

"Who knows, maybe those guys just want to decorate the hall with them, you know, just like they would hang their hunting prey on the wall." Hill wrinkled his nose, allowing her to make facial movements, It can be seen how dissatisfied she is with this grand display.

The female doctor's words were unintentional, but it pierced Roland's thinking like a needle and nailed something floating in the air to the ground. "Yes, that's right! You're right! That's it, that's it." The boss with Roland's eyes open, he kept repeating, his excitement overflowed with words, and in the end, he even caught Hill's On the shoulder, impatiently share his inspiration to his peers.

"The corpses of the ratmen, as well as the leather, are the things that hang on the wall. Because those things, the loot, can show how exquisite hunting skills their masters have. This is a symbol of force, which will make people awe-inspiring. Respect. The lords need them, and the more they are, the better, because something is happening in this kingdom, making them pay more attention to the prestige of their people than before. The death of the king, yes, the death of the king He does not have a definite heir, and the nobility of a kingdom is more or less royal, my dear doctor, do you know what this means? "

The Dementor thought for a while, and her pale face became paler. She took a deep breath before speaking out the incident that Roland pointed out with a little trembling voice, "You mean, battle of the throne?"

"Not yet, but quite close. The country is on the verge of civil war and division, and the cliff is at its feet, or half the foot has stepped out of the cliff."