Strolling the streets, Thorne traverses the dense roads of Twilight Town.

The broad streets were crowded with people, and the two extreme emotions of the joy of victory and the sorrow of the deceased were mixed together, forming an indescribable atmosphere in the crowd.

Passing by the door of the 'Sainted Fish's Death' tavern, Thorne stopped. At this time of noon, the tavern was full of people as usual, with wanton laughter and deep sobbing...

Thorne, who was unobtrusive in the bright sun, raised his head slightly.

He quietly listened to the noisy voices in the house, his black eyes hidden in the hood stared at the striking signboard that reflected the dazzling light in the sun, and finally lifted up his dusty boots and headed towards the door blocked by the delicate wind chimes. walked over.

"Drip drip!"

However, when Thorne's figure floated over the crisp wind chimes, it was not the kind of pleasant sound that seemed to wash the soul, but an alarm sound that pierced the eardrums.

The alarm was so harsh and disgusting that at the moment when it was introduced into the chattering group of drinkers in the tavern, the noise gradually subsided until it became audible for needles, and there was a dead silence.

"Magic alert?" Thorne, the initiator, didn't care about the countless eyes looking at him, but looked at the magic circle on the door frame with a faint spell of aura with interest.

Obviously, the most luxurious tavern in Twilight Town has been banned by its owner. If it does not carry some kind of magical medium, it will sound the alarm like passing through the security gate.

So what are they doing this for?

Thorne, who came here for the second time, didn't know much, he only knew that the screeching sound seemed to remind everyone in the room who was entitled to step in: there was an unwelcome guest here.

"Here comes another guy who doesn't have long eyes." This dead silence didn't last long, and was soon broken by a soldier who blushed and had a thick neck.

The sound of wine glasses hitting the tabletop and chair legs rubbing against the floor echoed with each other, forming a rhythmic noise.

Some people continued to be busy with their undigested food and unfinished gossip, while another small group of more curious people began to point at the ranger at the door, whispering constantly.

"I'm very sorry, but outsiders who aren't residents of Twilight are not welcome here."

A tavern steward came out of the counter and said to the ranger angrily, looking at his boots and cloak with shrewd eyes, the boots were full of dust, and the cloak was clotted with blood clots.

When he noticed the two unpretentious scabbards hanging on his waist, the compound longbow and the quiver full of arrows on his back, the manager's pupils shrank suddenly, and his rich experience was telling him This is likely to be an uninviting guest.

So his expression softened a lot, looking at the blurred face of the Ranger, which was obscured by shadows, and kindly reminded: "I suggest you go to Oxtail or Grey Rose Tavern, there..."

"I'm just here to find someone, and it won't take too long." Thorne interrupted the steward's introduction to explain his intentions, and then moved his footsteps and walked into the tavern. The crisp wind chimes of Jingle Bell rang. .

"I'm really sorry, the adventurer who came from afar, this is Twilight Town... The rule set, countless eyes are watching, I can't destroy it."

The steward saw the Ranger take two steps forward. For some reason, his body seemed to back up uncontrollably, and then he bit his head and stopped in front of the guests. When he mentioned Twilight Town, his tone Deliberately aggravated a bit.

"Twilight Town's rules? ... Forget it." Thorne raised his eyebrows slightly. Although he heard that the steward was not telling the truth, he didn't want to waste time here, and then left a sentence and turned to leave. .

However, someone in the whispering tavern didn't want him to leave so easily.

Just when the steward of the tavern was secretly relieved, a drunken and sturdy barbarian got up and walked over, followed by two servants.

"You won't be welcome here, you filthy son of a bitch, you greedy bastard." A vulgar voice mixed with the smell of alcohol, onions, and garlic came out of the savage savage's throat.

He didn't seem to think it was enough, so he walked to Thorne again, blocked his way, and pointed his head condescendingly, and continued to curse:

"Twilight Town is our Twilight Town! You selfish people are not welcome! Speculators! People who eat and wait for death! Hurry up and get out! Let this tavern retain the last trace of dignity in the whole town!"

"Have you heard what I said, you bastard!" The sturdy barbarian saw that the Ranger was "scared" and kept silent, and made a big deal of nonsense.

"He can't hear, his ears are stuffed with donkey hair, hahaha..." One of the attendants answered, the other laughed aside.

"Clang!"

The sharp sword was unsheathed, and the pale blue light of the steel soul sword flickered in the dim light.

Scarlet blood flowed out from their fingers, across the back of their hands covered with veins, and dripped onto the flat marble floor, splashing blood.

The tavern was instantly fried.

The chairs were overturned to the ground because of their sudden rise, and the sharp blades with a cold light reflected a cold light in the light, and the angry eyes all converged on the sword that had been sheathed at some point in time. on the Ranger.

"What a bunch of brainless idiots!"

The tavern steward who reacted, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, glanced at the three unlucky bastards, couldn't help but yelled, and then hurriedly rushed to the counter and smashed a magic talisman to activate it.

"Chop me up for Lao Tzu!" The savage barbarian with a **** and terrifying face pulled out his weapon and shouted loudly, and the noise was suddenly a little too loud.

Thorne's sharp sword-like eyes glanced around coldly, and the icy fear instantly climbed up the eager faces, and quickly spread to their whole bodies, so that no one dared to lift their trembling legs and take a step forward.

"Stop it all!"

Suddenly, a light blue circle of light appeared among the rangers and many radicals. When the circle of light disappeared, a slender woman in red walked out with light steps.

The noisy crowd also slowly quieted down with the arrival of the woman in red and the cold warning.

"It's all gone, this ranger is the guest I invited over." The woman in red gave Thorne an apologetic look, and then waved to the onlookers.

"I'm very sorry, it's just a misunderstanding. Let's enjoy it slowly. After a while, each of you will enjoy a free glass of mushroom wine."

The tavern steward breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately walked out of the counter, dispersing the melon-eating crowd with apologetic eyes.

As for the three unlucky **** who screamed while covering the deep wounds on their faces, they were kicked fiercely by him, and he sent someone to drive them out.

"Hello, we meet again, the hero who saves Twilight Town." Seeing the curious eyes of everyone dispersing, the woman in red, Vissara, looked at Thorne who was standing at the door with interest, and walked away. Going forward, he smiled and said hello:

"What's the matter here? Don't tell me you're here to find Andrina, I'm sorry to tell you that she's already gone. Of course, I can tell you where she went."

"That's not necessary, thank you for your kindness. I did come here to find someone, but not her." Thorne stood at the door, his tone unwavering.

"Go in and sit?" Vissara said with a playful look at Thorne.

"Forget it, your guests are too enthusiastic, I'm afraid of being killed by the eyes of these radicals." Thorne glanced at the eyes in the room looking here, sarcastically.

Wherever there are people, there are fights, and the same is true in Twilight Town.

After the town closest to Winter City on the emerald field has stabilized, as the town's reputation has been spread far and wide by some interested people, players from the central continent and southern kingdoms can be attracted almost every day to travel long distances. to settle here.

But this does not mean that everyone is willing to join Twilight Town and act as a part of the guardian of the territory.

As a result, when the entire town is threatened by the wilderness, there is always a small group of people who are reluctant to participate, and even the short-sighted will gather together to make trouble.

Therefore, there are some unbalanced radicals who think that they have fought **** battles to guard their homeland, but in exchange, they are enjoying the benefits of outsiders who have not contributed to the town. These people must be driven out, and they do not deserve the protection of Twilight Town.

Obviously, the most luxurious tavern in Twilight Town where Thorne was at this time directly expressed his attitude, refusing all non-Twilight Town residents to enter.

As for whether this rule was set by the lord of Twilight Town, Sarayan, or the female boss in front of him, it is unknown.

Faced with the current situation, this approach is not bad.

Because the purpose of doing this is not only to appease the unbalanced heart of the radicals a little, to make the town's defenders understand the significant difference between themselves and outsiders, but also to show that Twilight Town will not expel outsiders.

In fact, this kind of troublesome problem is also staged in Waterfall Town, and the two methods are almost the same.

After all, in the development of the territory, what is most lacking is the population, especially their compatriots from other worlds.

However, Torvi and Carlos are the only people in power in the lower town of Waterfall Town. Unlike Twilight Town, which has many leaders who have lost their territories and brought their henchmen, there are many factions here.

This potential hidden danger may not break out during the war because of the same goals. If there is peace, they will be like a time bomb, and the forces of Twilight Town will be blown apart by the slightest carelessness.

Naturally, these headaches would not be his turn to consider. He was just a little upset that he had somehow become a victim of this potential rule without knowing it.

"This is the disaster caused by your low-keyness. If everyone can clearly see your face that is obscured by shadows, it will not cause so much trouble for no reason, or you are a leper? Or see the light Quenching?"

Vissala didn't care about Thorne's ridicule, but smiled slightly, jokingly, and invited: "Come in, you're standing there scaring my guests so much that they don't dare to come in and out casually, how can you tell me what to do? Do business."

Thorne hesitated for a moment, then followed Vessala in.

When he passed by the table where there were still guests, the curious eyes were so frightened that they retracted them one after another.

"I'm here to find Trundle the troll. I heard from Andrina that his old man works with you." Following Vessala into a box, Thorne sat on a chair to explain his purpose.

"You two?" Vissara's eyes flickered, and she looked at the ranger opposite her in confusion.

"She's with me now and lives in the town of Falls." Thorne hesitated for a moment, and then greeted him with calm eyes, and said truthfully.

"It turns out that she was kidnapped by you. At that time, I was still wondering why this little girl suddenly wanted to go to Stallman Town. I thought she had been living in Stallman Town. You ran away silently."

Vissala looked at Thorne who was sitting across from him carefully and carefully, until she looked at him with a dry cough to cover up her embarrassment, then she withdrew her gaze, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "It looks pretty good, barely worthy of it. ."

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White and purple flowers bloomed in the orchards, filled with the smell of rain, and colorful rainbows split the blue sky in half, and connected the dense groves with the distant Dajian mark mountains.

Right in the middle of the orchard were several well-formed huts, surrounded by brightly colored flowers.

Thorne walked into the orchard and walked carefully through a gravel path among the flowers.

"Swish..."

Suddenly, he noticed that there was movement on the right, so he looked over.

A miniature elf with tulle-like butterfly wings hid among the flowers, surreptitiously watching him like a curious kitten.

When she noticed Thorne's gaze, she shyly covered half of her body with flowers and leaves, revealing a pair of small round eyes.

Against the backdrop of her silk robe and tight bodice, this curious little elf shone like dawn and dazzled like a full moon rising, as her tulle wings fluttered gently, like a stream of light Moonlight on the lake.

"It turned out to be a pixie?"

Seeing this cute little elf, Thorne stopped and squatted down to take a closer look.

This kind of elf is hard to come by. If he can catch a few and bring them to the planting garden of the Wizard's Tower, he believes that Andrina must like it very much.

However, what he didn't expect was a sly look flashing in the bright eyes of this lovely pixie.

Immediately afterwards, a dark cloud the size of a palm appeared above his head, and the rainwater scattered like a shower fell to the top of his head.

Fortunately, he reacted fast enough to avoid most of them.

"Hee hee hee..." The funny elf gave a silver bell-like laughter as he looked at Thorne's embarrassed appearance.

Then he flew to Thorne, reached out and handed him a rhizome with a flower bud, and said with a smile, "Half-elf, this is a gift for you."

After the elf finished speaking, seeing the smiling Thorne taking the gift, he immediately fluttered his tulle-like wings and dived into the flowers, stretched out his small hand to poke the leaves, revealing a pair of curious eyes.

Looking at the gift from the elf, the buds on the rhizome are blooming at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon, a pink rose flower appeared in his hand.

Thorne put it away and continued walking down the gravel path.

Work in a while.

He came to the hut and saw a white marble table, two wicker chaise longues and the old troll butler Trundle on the chaise longue, and another druid deadwood master.

The two were basking in the sun, chatting and laughing about the past.

A troll and a human are chatting and laughing at tea beside a hut among the flowers, this kind of picture does look a bit bizarre.

What surprised Thorne most was that the troll butler was so speculative with Master Deadwood.

But if you think about it carefully, you will understand that the two people seem to be in the same age group, and naturally there are more common topics.

"Master withered wood, old troll housekeeper, you are polite." Thorne stepped forward lightly and greeted politely, "You are not invited, so please don't take offense."

"You're too kind, little friend Thorne, you are welcome here at any time." Master Withered Wood got up and smiled at Thorne, returning the salute.

The old troll butler stood up directly and walked to Thorne, and said with a smile: "Little brother Thorne, it's been a long time indeed, I heard from the old man withered wood that you came to Twilight Town, but it made me so happy, come on. Come, sit down."

After speaking, he took Thorne's arm to the marble table and asked him to sit on a chair, filling him with tea and saying, "I have one thing, I want to ask you."

"What's the matter?" Thorne asked, taking a sip of water from the teacup.

"I want you to take me with you when you leave Twilight Town." The old troll butler gave Master Deadwood apologetically and sighed slightly:

"The Emerald Wilderness is too chaotic now, and I'm a little worried about Andrina's child, so after my deliberation, I would like to ask you to take me to Stallman Town on the way back to the town on the waterfall. "

"Don't you know?" Thorne put the teacup on the table and looked at the old troll butler suspiciously.

"What do you know?" The troll old butler was stunned for a moment. He first looked at the deadwood master beside him, and found that the other party shook his head slightly as if he didn't know, and then met Thorne's gaze and said.

"It seems that you really don't know at all." Thorne suddenly took out a letter that Andrina gave him before leaving and handed it to the old troll butler.

"This..." There was not much content in the letter, but the old troll housekeeper read it word for word for a long time, and even his friend, Master Witherwood, didn't notice that it was inappropriate to leave.

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