Chapter 923: Gretel’s Determination and Linn’s News (6 More Updates with Ten Thousand Rewards)
"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 in front of the store:
Mayflower Tavern.
That's right...it's really the center of town, the Mayflower Tavern. Let’s just say that he doesn’t have any road-crazy attributes. Besides, it’s impossible for him to remember such a distinctive store name...
Gray regained his composure, added a bubble spell to himself, and opened the door again. Thick white, slightly bluish smoke hit our face immediately.
The scene was roughly equivalent to a day-long operation in the operating room, where the electrosurgery was used to stop the bleeding, and the smoke aspirator was broken... Grete could only be grateful that he had practiced the bubble technique to perfection. One puff of such thick second-hand smoke will shorten your life!
But in the middle of the second-hand smoke, Mr. Valensimo sat with his legs crossed, very comfortable. There is a cigarette in his mouth, which is obviously a second-hand smoke machine. Gretel understood him. It is better to suck something first than suck something second.
The thing that looked a bit like a guitar and a lyut was held in his arms, rocking his body while playing it enthusiastically. A group of men and women gathered around him, dancing an extremely joyful 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 winked at him. Double glance.
Grete, who had been mentally prepared, finally walked into the tavern smoothly. Seeing him come in, Valensimo did not stop playing, but raised his voice during the interval of 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 place to sit by the window with fresh air, 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 Cerela came to join them one after another. Each of them ordered a lot of food and ate it. As for Valencimo, even after the performance, 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. Grete noticed that even if he didn't order food, a waitress would come over from time to time to bring food and drinks. And the people who came to talk to him were all kinds of people:
A dancing girl with a plump figure wearing a brightly colored long dress;
The tavern waitress walking quickly among the crowd holding a large wooden tray;
A man in black with a hood on his head, reluctant to put it down even after entering the room;
Carrying a large rucksack, the first thing he does when sitting down is to turn the rucksack to the front and hug him 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, he has to talk to so many people in one day - it's not that he can't handle it. When he's in the emergency room, he has to see more patients in a day, but if it's just to inquire about news...
Ah, it’s scary to think about it. With 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, nothing particularly unusual has happened in the depths of the New World - I mean, from here all the way to the mountains 300 miles away. Further in, 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?"
Gretel thought for a moment and wiped it on the table. A much more detailed topographical map than that of Valencimo appeared on the table, colorful and outlining mountains and rivers high and low. Pointing again, a black line extends straight inward from the port town:
"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 Apparition, a level 1 spell, and as a bard, he can do it. But you need to play and sing, you need to gesture, you need to fully mobilize your mental power...
And it can only summon a few fixed phantoms. Such as roses, colorful birds, and rabbits. If he wanted to make a human form, he could do it. He tried his best and practiced for several years before he succeeded. It could only be used to defend himself and save his life in times of crisis.
Unlike this person, with just a touch of his hand, he can get whatever he wants, 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. There are still some mistakes in the map projected by Grete. At the very least, some places are flat land instead of mountains and forests, some places are cliffs, and some places are 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, I couldn't think about it. The more I thought about it, the more jealous and jealous I became.
"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 be made smaller, and we can fly with him in his arms."
"There will be high-level monsters in the forest. If they are alerted, it will be very troublesome to travel..."
"How high is it? Level 10?" Cerela suddenly leaned over, 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 mage Nordmark is a level 9 mage, it is best to upgrade them from level 1 to level 2. As for this Miss Serira, well...
It's different from the team he led before. In the teams he led before, he himself was the strongest, and he often had to lead a group of fifth- and sixth-level guys.
It's really impossible not to find a caravan to hang out and to find indigenous escorts. If something happens, high-level people can survive, but low-level people will die immediately!
But this small team is level 16, level 9, level 9, and that big deer is level 8. Even his five important elite teams can run straight past them as long as they don't meet level 17 or 18 bosses!
"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. Early tomorrow morning, at dawn, we will set off directly!"
Grete directly threw out a bag of gold coins.
Throughout the afternoon and evening, Valensimo ran around the town and purchased a lot of messy things. As for the bulk commodities, Grete took the order issued by the guide directly 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 said goodbye to the big oak tree outside the town and walked straight into the wilderness.
Gretel, Serira and Valensimo each had a phantom pony, their four hooves as light as smoke stepped on the ground. 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.
"Yes, this is the direction!" Mr. Trocca lay in Gretel'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!"
Gretel 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 survive 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 underground level and entered the heavily guarded dungeon, she stopped the maids from following her. He 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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