Chapter 454 What a Risk, 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?

Beside the hotel door, a little man stood up from the wine table and rushed over like a cannonball. The momentum was too fierce. Instead of approaching him to ask, Grete took a step to the side.

Behind him, Cerela stepped forward and stood between him and the little man.

There was silence in the hotel lobby. Immediately, laughter, applause, and whistles exploded from all directions.

The Crow Hotel is one of the largest and highest-end hotels in Port Anya. The spacious lobby doubles as a dining room and a tavern, with room for twenty or thirty tables without feeling crowded at all. It was dinner time now, and the waiter was walking among the crowd carrying a big wooden plate, filling the room with the aroma of meat and wine.

Most of the tables were filled with customers. Barbarians, dwarves, orcs, humans, basically all the common races are gathered here. Warriors, spellcasters, craftsmen, and merchants all have their own aura, and each has its own eye-catching features.

However, no matter how many people there are, they can't attract as much attention as Cerela. A rare elf, a beautiful woman, tall and with brilliant silver hair hanging straight down to her waist. The silver-blue eyes glowed a little purple under the firelight, and they were both noble and mysterious.

What made people even more envious and jealous was that when the black-haired human stepped aside, the elf lady actually stepped forward and stopped him. Although that human looks like a spell caster, it is natural for a warrior to stand in front of him, but, but, he is an elf beauty!

What kind of luck is this guy!

The little man braked abruptly. The elf lady in front raised her chin slightly and looked down at herself. Her guarded 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, took out a badge and showed it to Gretel:

"Oh! I really came to find you!" He waved the badge to Gretel. There were many people talking in the hotel, so he didn’t directly call Grete’s name, he just raised his voice:

"Mr. Trocca says hello!"

Huh?

Gretel poked his head out from behind Serira. As soon as the man raised his badge, he immediately put it away. 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 our own?

He suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He tugged at Cerela, appeared from behind her, and raised his hand towards the bar from a distance:

"Boss, do you have a private room?"

"No!—only rooms!"

Ten minutes later, Grete, Serira, Bernard, and the little man who introduced himself as Geraint Pope sat together in the room that Grete had just opened.

Bernard ate with his head down. Serira ate the fruit in small bites and listened carefully. 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 Third Fleet [Albatross], and Karas is my brother. - You may not remember, but when he was about to die from the sea plague, it was you who cured him and cleaned up his body. The wound. I came to see my brother at that time, and I happened to see you..."

Grete was at a loss. Not to mention the boatswain, even his brother himself had no impression at all. Well, scurvy has 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 is not tall, half a head shorter than himself. Wearing a dark blue woolen coat with an anchor pattern embroidered on the corner. The smell of sea made Serila wrinkle her nose and move back and forth.

Geraint's tawny hair was curled close to his ears. The bronzed face was a little faded, and it looked like it was indeed the result of long-term exposure to wind and sun. However, whether he was a sailor or not, Gretel really couldn't tell.

The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and the exposed arms did not look very strong, and there were not many calluses on the palms. As for the rust on my calves, I'm sorry, but once I put on my trousers and boots, I can't see anything.

Fortunately, there is proof from the parliament. Gretel unfolded the parchment and checked the lower right corner first. Well, there was a secret mark, which was the symbol of the Magic Council. There is another secret mark flashing next to it, which is the symbol of Babel Tower Spirit. This is quite difficult to forge...

Looking at the content, the [Albatross] of the Third Fleet was sent to pick him up, and asked him to follow the visitor back after reading the letter. The signature is Master Sam from the jury, who is 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 council's boat or person and then led him into a trap?

Seeing how the council was facing a formidable enemy and using the silver dragon to send him a message, Gretel felt that he could never 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 haven't seen it." The little man shook his head. "It was passed down from above. When I say it's inconvenient to call my name, I can 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, let's go!"

"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? Have you lost any weight?"

Grete asked, while silently throwing a [Charming Human] over. Ordinarily, if the parliament was in such a hurry to send messages and time was so stuck, they should send out ships while sending messages. He had arrived two days early. How could the parliamentary boat wait 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 replied without raising his head:

"Mr. Gunson is fine. As for Mr. Dedlock - forget it, he is fat again..."

Before he finished speaking, seven or eight vines grew silently from his feet, tying him up tightly.

Gretel reached into his breast pocket and held the oak staff with a serious expression.

It is true that he has dealt with the Third Fleet, and he has treated them for scurvy. However, the commander of the fleet is James Delock, a ninth-level knight; and the chief of logistics is William Gunson.

If the little man in front of him 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 turned over the little man. In addition to the parliamentary certificates and magic badges, I also found a holy emblem that exuded a faint white light. The pattern on the silver holy emblem looked familiar. It was an arm raised high, holding a dazzling golden thunder.

Throw another [Identify Blood]. On the back of the magic badge, dried blood can be found in the gap between the pin and the badge.

"Serila, let's go! It's not safe here!"

"What about this person?"

Cerira immediately stood up and stepped in front of Gretel. The little man in the vine whined and struggled. 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 knife is much greater than knocking someone unconscious... Don't believe the stories and boasts in the hotel!

Gretel sighed and had no choice but to let Bernard pick him up. If this person can produce a complete set of parliamentary certificates, but what he says is 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 him in someone else's hotel. Find another place. Not far from the city, there are plenty of open spaces in the mountains...

Serila went out first. Gretel followed, and Bernard carried the unconscious little man and quickly headed to the back door. Who knows if this Geralt has any accomplices? Let’s go!

The front entrance of the Crow Hotel is a three-story building, with courtyards of various sizes enclosed behind it. The previous trade group from the parliament had occupied two separate courtyards. After walking through two courtyards, two courtyard doors opened in front and behind, 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!

Grete 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 stepped on Geralt's arm intentionally or unintentionally——

"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 no idea what level she was competing for. Grete crouched behind, secretly throwing away greasy spells, emitting infrasound waves, and spawning vines and stumbling blocks.

Although the opponent's number was ten times that of Gretel 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!"

Soon someone was shouting. When Grete looked up, he saw the chef of the Crow Inn rushing towards him with a kitchen knife in his left hand and a ladle in his right hand. The leather bib is greasy and shiny, coupled with the barbarian's tonnage and belly, its charging posture is no less than that of a Tiger tank.

The guys held sticks, door bolts, or pot lids, formed a formation, and pushed forward. Further back, there was a crowd of drinkers and guests watching the excitement, blocking the entire passage...

"Who dares to fight in the Crow Inn! - Anyone who doesn't obey the rules, get out!"

The shop owner also ran out. The left hand is holding the account book, and the right hand is a mace. It is obvious that he can open this hotel, and he still has considerable strength. He rushed forward and pointed his mace outward:

"roll!"

Gretel: "..."

"Don't be rude to your distinguished guests." A clear female voice suddenly sounded outside the crowd. Immediately, Grete saw the crowds ducking to both sides in the blocked aisle. Press against the wall, inhale, tighten your abdomen, and try to make way for the passage.

A tall, muscular woman wearing a white wolf skin and holding a bone staff quickly stepped inside. The black crow on the head of the staff shone brightly. As she walked, the barbarians along the way bowed their heads and greeted her:

"Olga."

"Olga."

"Lord Deeper."

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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