Chapter 294 Cedar Town

Three minutes later, Amber rubbed his head and stood in front of Gawain with a look of resentment: "I'm just joking with you, are you really knocking..."

Gawain said casually while rubbing his fingers: "I'm used to knocking on Rebecca, I'm not used to your unopened head..."

As soon as Amber heard the other party's attitude, she knew that her plan to take the opportunity to pay for a medical bill was in vain, she raised her eyelids and glanced at Gao Wen: "Speaking of what happened to you just now? You suddenly fell asleep - don't say it. That's meditation, and although I'm not a mage, it's not like I haven't seen meditation."

Gawain rubbed his forehead, still recalling his experience in the spiritual network in his mind, he suddenly raised his head and asked, "How long have I 'slept' this time?"

"...About an hour?" Amber rolled his eyes and thought for a while, "Hey, don't change the subject, I'm asking you about business..."

"It's only for an hour..." Gawain frowned slightly, "The proportion of time passing last time seems to be different... Could it be that the deeper you are in the network, the slower the flow of time is?"

Immediately afterwards, he rejected this imprecise statement in his mind: it should not be said that the flow of time has changed, but that the operation of the human brain in the virtual world and the subjective sense of time deviate from reality. This kind of "plus" phenomenon is very common in dreams...

Amber saw that Gawain was always ignoring him. Instead, he seemed to be lost in thought while muttering. He puffed out his cheeks a little angrily, but he did not continue to disturb, but quietly waited for Gawain to come back to his senses. ——She has found that Gawain is a little distracted and in a trance at present. This abnormal mental state is probably related to the "meditation" in the previous hour. Although Amber is usually careless and reckless, he can still distinguish priorities at critical moments. .

After a while, Gawain came back to his senses. He looked at Amber in front of him, and after a brief hesitation, he chose not to tell the other party about the Mind Network.

It's not that he doesn't trust this half-elf girl, but it's for the sake of safety - the methods of the eternal sleeper are strange, and there are many "divine-like techniques" that affect the minds of others without knowing it. The cultists are now temporarily shocked by him,

He didn't dare to shoot at him, but there will be a few guys with clever ideas in the Baobu Qi cult to spy on the memories of the people around him, so he can't reveal the fact that he has successfully invaded the Eternal Sleeper's mind network until he is fully sure. .

"I'm doing a very secret thing, and I need to enter this special 'sleep' state occasionally," Gawain said to Amber, "I will tell you this secret one day, but I can't say it at the moment."

Amber pouted: "嘁... Godly chatter."

Gawain's answer didn't explain anything. Amber knew that the "old zongzi" he dug up might be conspiring to calculate something, and depending on how cautious and meticulous he was this time, the scale of this calculation would probably be bigger. bigger than ever.

She was curious, but she decided not to ask.

Gawain nodded when he saw Amber's expression: As he knew, the seemingly carefree Amber also had her own intelligence and reason, and this half-elf girl would not continue to struggle with this issue.

"Help me get the drawing with the track that I didn't finish last time, it's in the cabinet beside the bookshelf on the left," Gawain stretched and adjusted his sitting posture behind the desk, "I was in a sleep just now suddenly An epiphany, thinking of something that needs to be revised..."

"What do you mean by epiphany! And looking at your tired face, are you sure you don't need to take a break? You have to continue drawing drawings?"

"I have to draw it quickly, otherwise Carmel and Nicholas Egg will be doing useless work..."

As Amber walked to the bookshelf, he kept chanting, "I'll tell you if you're going to die like this sooner or later... If you die suddenly, I'll have to dig a hole for you, and your two granddaughters won't necessarily give me a raise... …”

Gao Wen looked puzzled: "Why are you so persistent in waiting for me to die and dig a hole for me?"

"Nonsense, when I dug you out, I have a beginning and an end in my work..."

Gawain felt that he had tapped lightly just now—although this half-elf's head was not as hard as Rebecca, her mouth was really twitching!

At the same time, in the eastern part of the extension of the Dark Mountains, in the border town "Cedar Town".

This town is one of the few market towns on the border between Ansu and Typhon. The Typhons established it two hundred years ago and used it as a stop for hunters, merchants and soldiers on the border. However, the two-hundred-year-old exhibition did not make the town prosperous. On the contrary, because the relationship between Typhon and Ansu has deteriorated in recent decades, the town has also become bleak and tense.

Winter nights always come early. Under the dim sky, the small market towns are covered with snow that fell a few days ago. The snow in many places has become muddy due to the trampling of people and animals, dyeing the streets of the town. The more filthy and dilapidated, the deserted streets are less crowded, and the few permanent residents are sheltering at home from the severe cold and the north wind outside. The only people walking on the streets are the patrols of the Typhon Empire. Mercenaries, armed men dressed as adventurers, and the latter all seem to be in a hurry, and basically don't stay on the streets for too long - it's easy to cause trouble.

Since the relationship between the two countries fell to a freezing point, business travel on this line has almost been cut off, and the most important economic pillar of the town has suffered a lot. In addition, the frost and snow this winter are particularly severe, and the East Wolf Castle has been issued again. With the ban on hunting in the southern and western forests, life became more difficult. Apart from soldiers, the only people who could roam the streets at this time were the "desperate" who gathered here to make a living while fighting.

Mercenaries and free adventurers are really not much different from desperadoes to the common people.

The only tavern in the town is the only lively place in this place. Before night fell, the lights were already lit here. The semi-solid ointment made of burning stone powder mixed with animal fat was used by the imperial soldiers. New from the east, this ointment burns with a foul odor, but its bright, lasting glow and low price are favored by the lower classes.

Under the bright light of the "Grease Lamp", the mercenaries and adventurers in the tavern gathered in groups of three or five. They held up the bubbling low-quality ale and drank happily, talking and laughing loudly. All kinds of odors - all kinds of disgusting odors permeate this chaotic space, even the strange smell of burning oil ointment has no sense of existence here.

In this chaotic and noisy environment, the door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open, and a tall figure in a cloak dodged into the tavern and walked straight to the bar.

The cold wind poured into the room with the opening and closing of the wooden door, and several mercenaries sitting near the door scolded, and the eyes of others fell on the man in the cape—the man in the cape When I sat down at the bar and took off my hood to reveal a beautiful elf face, a few whistles came from all directions.

The beautiful elf huntress waved her hand back at will, and a few flying knives were pinned to the table in front of each whistleblower. into her hands.

Mortal, high level, bad mood.

After confirming these three elements, everyone in the tavern quickly adjusted their positions. Those who should drink continue to drink, those who should be bragging continue to sing, and those who should sift the chaff begin to sift the chaff. Everyone continues to be peaceful and lively.

The tavern owner behind the bar just watched all this with a cold eye. After the new customer was seated, he stepped forward and asked, "Or beer?"

This elf has come here once, although he has only come once, but as a tavern owner, he must remember the face of the other party - not to mention that this is a very powerful guy, so he can't ignore it.

"Beer," said the elf huntress in a magnetic voice, her gold dangling from her cheeks, blocking some of her face, but she could still be seen looking gloomy, "I will pay for the damaged table. "

"Don't worry about it, someone will always stick a knife on it anyway," the tavern owner said with a smile, and pushed the big wooden mug full of beer in front of the huntress, "Why, didn't you pass the level?"

"It's martial law," the huntress said unhappily, "I actually started to ask for a pass to East Wolfsburg..."

The tavern owner smiled: "After all, the situation is tense."

"But wasn't it possible to pass the level with a mercenary document or a recent employment certificate?" The huntress raised her eyelids, "When do you still need a certificate from East Wolf Castle?"

"This is a rule that has just started recently," the tavern owner is not a mercenary or adventurer, but in his business, especially when he opens a tavern on the border and next to the East Wolf Fort, he must be well-informed. "It is said that because the East Wolf Fort was attacked, the imperial soldiers began to block the level..."

"Attack?" The huntress raised her eyebrows immediately, "Did you start a war with Ansu?"

"That's not true," answered her not the tavern owner, but an adventurer sitting nearby. This adventurer looked very enthusiastic-or maybe just wanted to get close, and he moved his glass to the woman. Next to the elf, with an expression of "I know the inside story" on his face, he said, "It is said that it was attacked by a humanoid monster that has never been seen before... East Wolf Fort suffered a lot, and even the walls of the fort were cracked. The generals of the military have imposed martial law, and now all the checkpoints along the entire border are very strict..."

"Humanoid monsters!?" The female elf finally showed a surprised expression, "What about the specifics? Where did the monsters come from?"

The adventurer who came to get close did not expect that he really succeeded in attracting the interest of this beautiful elf who seemed to be difficult to deal with. He clumsily concealed his pride, and continued to say with the expression "I know the inside story": "It is said that it ran out of the Dark Mountains, a monster released by the Kingdom of Anzu... but some people say that it ran from the wasteland of Gondor..."

"...this is a big problem..."

The beautiful elf "female" hunter, Soldrin Frostleaf, realizes that this time I'm afraid there's no way she'll be able to fool herself with women's clothing...

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