Katarina's underground bar.

The dark underground bar is very quiet, still so pleasant and relaxing. There are scattered guests sitting around the neat round table in the room, consciously whispering about topics of interest.

"Not everything in this world conforms to our imagination. Sometimes, mountains are stories of water, clouds are stories of wind, and sometimes, stars are not stories of night, and love... not stories of love."

A drow man in an apron sipped the crimson wine in the wine glass, and said to the half-elf man shrouded in a black cloak across from the round table with emotion.

"Then, what do you want to express?" The half-elf leaned his body on the back of the chair behind him, his eyes hidden in the hood stared at the drow elf on the opposite side, and said slowly.

"It doesn't mean anything, I just feel it." The drow elf smiled, revealing a set of white teeth, which formed a strong contrast with his ebony-colored skin.

Then he put the glass goblet in the palm of his hand gently on the table, his dim eyes glanced at the shimmering mushroom pot not far away, and said again with emotion:

"Many people walked and left, many things faded after watching, many dreams were broken when sitting and sitting, and many tears flowed and then died. Our life is in the dust. The vicissitudes of life, it's just... looking back, the world's hot and cold deduced into ups and downs."

"Did you invite me to drink here just to tell me this?" The half-elf straightened up, looked at the sighing appearance of the dear friend in front of him, and said a little helplessly.

"I'm just complaining, I hope you don't mind." The drow smiled awkwardly, and began to sigh again:

"People, often lose a lot of things inadvertently, some things are very subtle, some things are very small, too small to stop in your mind, too subtle to allow you to think carefully, just like in the cracks of the stone..."

Before the drow elf could finish speaking, it was interrupted by the crisp wind chime at the door of the bar. Then, a galloping figure rushed towards the table of the two.

"Thorn, you've done everything for you, how are you going to thank me?" The blond girl who came galloping went directly to the half-elf, smiled and patted his shoulder with a very proud tone. said.

"Then let's talk first, Brother Thorne, I have to go out to sell barbecue." Seeing this, the drow drank the wine in the glass immediately, then got up and gave up his seat, walking and suddenly turning back, looking at Suoer Well, he pretended to be meaningful and said:

"I'll give you a word before I leave. There are two tragedies in life: one is death in ten thousand years, and the other is self-satisfaction."

After the drow finished speaking, without waiting for Thorne to reply, he quickened his pace and disappeared outside the bar amidst the gust of wind.

"Sigrid, you're here at the right time. I'm about to be brainwashed by this barbecue guy. I really regret agreeing to his invitation." Thorne rubbed the shoulder that was patted just now and relaxed. tone.

"The one who sold barbecue just now?" Sigrid pointed to the disappearing figure outside the door, sat on the chair opposite Thorne, and blinked a pair of curious eyes: "How did the two of you get together? , do you also want to join his barbecue stall?"

"Aren't you more than your brain?" Thorne gave her a gloomy look, with a straight face, and asked earnestly, "You escorted them all safely to the city of ruins."

Not long after the battle in the Royal City of Rezim ended, the priestess Evelyn realized what she had promised and gave him all the more than 100 gray dwarves.

So he asked the girl in front of him to help bring these dwarves, as well as Brother Octopus and Tauren Alistar from the bar to the ruins of Jinbatur City.

"Uh..." Sigrid looked a little embarrassed at the half-elf, and said, "The tauren named Alistar insisted on comparing his strength with me, and then when he was wrenching his wrist, he accidentally Just snapped his arm... and broke it."

"..."

After listening to the other party's description, Thorne suddenly felt a dull pain in his palm, because he suddenly recalled the experience of his palm being pinched and deformed by the other party when he first met the girl.

"But don't worry, the calm Druid has already helped him pick it up, and the child's bones grow fast." Seeing Thorne's silence, Sigrid added another sentence.

"That's really hard for you." Thorne replied.

"When are we going?" Sigaret asked.

"Wait a minute, I'll wait for a friend, I'll return to the surface immediately after this is done." Thorne glanced at the door and said.

"Back to the surface?" Sigrid looked at the half-elf on the opposite side with dissatisfaction, frowned and said leisurely:

"You didn't say that you promised to do me a favor when I helped you **** those people back safely, and now I ask you to accompany me to several other dark elf towns to kill and set fire. This request is not too much."

"Actually, you can do this kind of thing by yourself. Can you change your request?" Thorne rubbed his head with a headache, because he really didn't want to spend more time in the Underdark.

"But I won't set fire. I will be responsible for killing people, and you will be responsible for setting fires. Isn't it fun to let your reputation as a dragon knight spread throughout the Underdark? Look at your reluctance." Sigrid Glancing at Thorne disdainfully, he said with a smile.

"You're still killing people and setting fires. Where have you been living for four hundred years." Thorne complained.

"I'm happy, I'm happy, can you handle it?" Sigrid glared at Thorne with pale green eyes.

The two chatted for a while, and there was a crisp wind chime from the door again.

Thorne's expression changed, and he noticed that the dark elf woman with a long sword came in at the door, and immediately said to Sigrid next to him: "You go and play first, I have business to talk about."

Originally intending to refute two sentences, seeing the solemn expression on Thorne's face, Sigrid thought for a while, and then said directly: "Then I will go out for a walk, and you will come find me when I leave."

"I see." Thorne nodded to Sigrid.

Then he waved to the dark elf woman at the door to look this way.

Noticing the half-elf waving at her, the woman smiled and walked straight over.

"We meet again, half-elf ranger from Falls." The dark elf woman walked over to Thorne's table, stretched out her right hand, and smiled at him.

"Need something to drink?" Thorne reached out and shook it, motioning for him to sit down.

The woman in front of her was Ma Jia, the sword dancer of the dark girl, who was contacted by Thorne with the help of the bar owner.

"Well... let me think about what's going on here, Sister Hong." Ma Jia glanced at Thorne's face hidden in the hood, leaning on her chin and pretending to be contemplative, after thinking about it, she said with a smile: "Forget it. Well, you'd better tell me what you are looking for first."

Thorne looked at this strange dark elf puzzled, pondered for a moment, took out the ashes of the wizard Ciel and the holy emblem representing the faith of the dark girl, and pushed it in front of Ma Jia, and said solemnly:

"This pendant remembers many compatriots and some aboriginal residents in the Royal City of Rezim who yearn for life on the surface. The reason I came to you is to ask your followers of the dark girl to help them escape from the underground life."

This was something that the wizard named Ciel asked him to do before he died, although he directly agreed to him under the circumstances.

But if he is asked to do it himself, it is naturally difficult to achieve, and he has no spare time, so he thought of the most suitable person to do it at the first time.

"Wizard Ciel? It turned out to be him." Ma Jia took the pendant that Thorne pushed over, muttered to herself, and then turned her eyes to Ciel's ashes.

"The sorcerer named Shire said before his death that he wanted to sprinkle his ashes in a wooded area where the moon and the sun could shine.

Now that he has been recognized by the dark girl, I think he should be given a funeral dedicated to the followers of the dark girl. Isn't this request too much? Noticing the other's gaze, Thorne immediately explained to Margaret.

"It's the dancing lady." Ma Jia reminded earnestly, looking at Thorne.

"Isn't it the same?" Thorne was startled.

"I'm sorry, whenever I hear my goddess being called a girl of darkness, I always feel a touch of sadness." Ma Jia sighed slightly and explained to him while watching Thorne.

"Okay." Thorne couldn't understand the other party's brain circuit, so he simply followed the other party.

"I didn't expect that an extremely ordinary holy emblem could become so powerful under the influence of divine power. From this, it can be seen how devout this person named Ciel is to the goddess."

Magya gently stroked the sacred emblem carved from the handle of Zeke's mushroom, felt the rough texture on it, and sighed involuntarily.

"This pendant will give you a reward for your **** mission." Thorne thought for a while and said, and then he felt a little inappropriate, so he added:

"But in order to leave with peace of mind, I want to make a somewhat excessive request, I hope you can understand."

"What request?" Ma Jia put the holy emblem on the table and looked up at the half-elf opposite.

Escorting those dark elves who yearn for life on the surface is the teaching of the Dancing Lady, so even if the half-elf doesn't pay him anything, the people of their Oak Village will do it.

But this excellent quality holy emblem really made her very excited, and naturally she wanted to win it.

"I need you to swear by the gods you believe in to **** all the compatriots and native residents recorded by the Shire to the surface world within your ability." Thorne glanced at the other party apologetically and said his request .

"I'm the sword dancer of the Dancing Lady. This is what I should do. Can I think that you are doubting my belief in the goddess?"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm doing this just for peace of mind. After all, it's what the wizard asked me to do before he died. I'm responsible for his forest hospital, so I hope you can understand." Thorne faced the darkness with a headache. The elf's eyes, biting his head, said.

"I can understand, but what you mean is clearly that you don't believe me and doubt my belief in the dancing lady." Ma Jia's expression softened, and she looked at the embarrassed half-elf with a bit of depression.

"This...why is it related to faith again." Thorne rubbed his head, feeling that as long as it was related to faith, he couldn't explain it.

If he didn't let her swear, he always felt that there was a small knot in his heart that couldn't be solved, and it was very awkward. But if she were to swear, the girl would think she was doubting her fidelity to the dancing lady's beliefs.

"What's your relationship with this wizard named Ciel?" Seeing the embarrassment that the other party tried to explain but couldn't explain clearly, Ma Jia immediately understood his mood, so she suppressed a smile and asked.

"It's like a stranger." Thorne didn't know how to explain, so he said truthfully.

"Okay, I promise you." Ma Jia looked at the ranger in surprise, smiled, took out her holy emblem, and began to swear seriously.

Seeing that the other party had completed his oath, Thorne finally breathed a sigh of relief, because he could finally leave in peace because of this depressing trip to the Underdark.

"Then I will leave this matter to you with confidence, farewell!" Thorne got up and said goodbye to Ma Jia, ready to leave.

"Are you going back to the emerald field on the surface?" Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Ma Jia hurriedly asked.

"That's right." Thorne nodded, then he stood on the spot and thought for a while, and added: "The people on the list left by Ciel, I suggest that you better confirm carefully when you contact them, so as to avoid Infiltrate the traitor and cause unnecessary losses."

"I see, thank you for your reminder." Ma Jia put away the items on the table, got up and replied with a smile.

"Then, I'll leave this to you." After Thorne finished speaking, he turned and disappeared outside the bar.

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