Twin Towers Town, Drunken Rose

In the dim hotel, many smoked candles mixed with incense and flowers were lit, and the dense scent of spices penetrated the heart.

"Oh! Mother Rose, it's been a long time since I've seen you. My deepest respect!" The bard Geert walked into the hall with ease and gave a deep salute to a woman who still had charm: "Praise the great The Goddess of Love, Suna and her priestesses, the source of love and passion..."

"You **** poet." The woman whom the poet called a rose snorted dissatisfiedly, and said, "I've told you how many times, don't call me old mother again. Just thinking of this possibility , I was trembling with fear."

"Go, great poet, all the services you need are ready for you, and I wish you a pleasant night." The old mother smiled playfully at the poet, turned and left, her red robe rustling on the floor .

The minstrel Gilt stared at her **** for a moment, then bowed deliberately, exaggeratedly imitating her walking posture towards the second floor.

The atmosphere in the lobby on the second floor was neither noisy nor noisy, as if even the most vulgar adventurer would become a little civilized here.

The two adventurers in leather armor were laughing in a low voice and rubbing their ears with the 'girlfriend' beside them. The atmosphere was beautiful and intimate. At another table not far from them, a man dressed in luxurious gold-trimmed silk. A fat man in a robe is lying in the arms of a woman, enjoying the moving song humming...

The bard sauntered through the depraved crowd, glancing disdainfully at a fellow in a black cloak singing a dirty little tune in a corner out of the candlelight, heading straight for the room he knew best. go.

"Crench!"

The door was opened, and the poet hurriedly closed it again, and knocked the door.

However, to the poet's surprise, there is no smell of hyacinth, beer, or barbecue here, nor are there two disheveled women sitting on the bed quietly waiting for his favor.

Instead, in the huge carved armchair he usually uses for entertainment, sits a figure shrouded in a black cloak.

Under the dim light, this figure was like the shadow refracted by the roof, which was very strange.

Realizing that something was wrong, Gilt slowly stepped back and reached out to touch the knocker he closed.

"Don't waste your time." The figure sitting on the chair suddenly spoke, and the hoarse voice was like an echo in a cold cellar.

Gilt, whose expression changed slightly, really found that the door knocker seemed to be enchanted by some kind of magic. No matter how hard he tried, it was in vain.

After calming down, he immediately walked towards the man in black.

He walked to the table and sat down comfortably with a relaxed expression, but the corner of his eyes kept looking at the surrounding arrangements.

"Please forgive me, esteemed Master Gilt." The man in black spoke again, his voice still so creepy and chilly:

"I know it's not appropriate to disturb you at this time, but I really can't help it, but don't worry, I won't take up too much of your time, trust me..."

"Everyone says that, but every time it's a series of lies." The calm Gilt reached out to interrupt the black-robed man's words, and said with a blank face: "If you have anything, just say it, Your Excellency."

After speaking, the poet began to carefully observe the man in black in front of him.

He was sharp, thin as a rock, but there was always a smile in his gray-blue eyes.

Is it a wanderer? he thought. All the underground organizations about Twin Towers Town flashed in my mind.

"Then I'll tell the truth, so as not to waste your precious time." The man in black robe smiled slightly: "To be honest, your songs interest me very much. In fact, I am one of your admirers, but this is not me. Find your true purpose."

You're not talking nonsense. Saying it means not saying it, Gilt thought to himself.

He stared at the ceiling and tapped his fingers on the table pretending to be relaxed, but he was thinking about how to escape.

"I want to ask you about someone." The man in black seemed to have seen through Gilt's thoughts, and he said as calmly as possible: "This person is the ranger who entered the town with you at dusk."

Thorne? What are you looking for him for?

Gilt tried his best to suppress his surprised eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a bulging purse appeared in the palm of the man in black. He threw it on the table, and after hearing the clanging sound, he continued:

"Although we are not friends, this money may make up for the estrangement between us and increase our friendship. I like your songs very much. As an admirer, I should consider it as support for art."

"Dear Your Excellency the Man in Black, do you really love art? Don't you think this violates the most basic etiquette by forcing the other party to accept money before introducing yourself?" Gilt pretended to be annoyed and excited. road:

"Also, leave your money to beggars! Don't insult artists with money! Maybe I can forgive you, but art can never! Remember, never forgive!"

"But you don't seem to care about my identity at all." The man in black said with a smile: "You are so calm, since you entered the room until now, you didn't even ask me about my identity. How do I introduce myself so I'm embarrassed, Master Gilt."

"Forget it, I don't need to know about your identity, you won't tell me anyway." The bard Geert waved his hand impatiently and said proudly:

"You said it just now, you are my admirer, and as a master, I am well-known, how can I remember all my admirers one by one.

This also led those who admired my talent to think that they knew me well, and even felt that they could be casual and make trouble in front of me. "

"Then, I beg your forgiveness, Master Gilt." The man in black still had a smile on his face.

"Well, for the sake of your sincerity, I will forgive you generously." Gilt said indifferently.

"That being the case, your humble admirer, humbly begging you to answer me a few questions, what do you think?" The man in black robe leaned on the back of his chair and looked at the calm Gilt motionless.

"No! I refuse! Why should I answer your question! What qualifications do you have for me to answer your question!" Gilt put on an air and refused it forcefully, then slowed down and continued:

"Also please forgive me generously, of course, if you want to discuss the subject, inspiration or protagonist of the work with me, I am very willing to serve you.

Do you know? The subject of the ballads I recently researched is the paladin, and I just met my long-lost paladin friend today. I am now thinking about how to make the paladin's glorious image more dazzling in the eyes of the world.

In this way, those fish and mice hidden in the corners will tremble with fear when they hear the songs I composed. Do you say so, Your Excellency the Man in Black? "

"I'm not interested in the subject of your ballad, I'm only interested in the Ranger, I just want to know everything about the Ranger." The man in black curled his lips disdainfully and looked at Gilt.

"Why not?" the poet wondered: "Don't you want to know how paladins fight when they face evil? It's like a wizard can smell the magic in the air, a paladin can Be aware of the evil around you.

And the Ranger you want to know is even more terrifying... He can even accurately pursue every prey he thinks he thinks through the rhythm of silence, and no prey can escape his pursuit. "

"I just want to know everything about the Ranger," the man in black repeated coldly.

"I said it, why do you let me answer your question." Gilt waved his hand impatiently:

"Goodbye, my admirer. You've used up the time I have for you, and now I have two beauties waiting for me to choose. They will inspire me, and you won't."

The man in black was silent, but he had no intention of leaving. He stared at Gilt coldly, full of hostility.

Gilt's expression gradually became uneasy, and there was a cheerful noise in the hall, which was interrupted by a woman's high-pitched laughter from time to time, which made him both anxious and regretful.

He didn't expect that just walking with Thorne to Twin Towers Town would cause such a big trouble inexplicably.

In the end, he pretended to be calm and showed a look of disdain for the man in black.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he was judging the distance between himself and the tapestry in the corner of the room. On the tapestry was a picture he personally painted: a beautiful and charming elf is pouring water from a pot on his proud twin peaks... …

"Respected Master Gilt." Finally, the man in black broke the silence again. He lifted the black cloak that covered his body, revealing a row of leather sheathed daggers at his waist:

"I ask you to answer my questions. I must know the ranger's itinerary and all the details, which is very important to me. Trust me, and it will be the same for you. Because...if you will answer, I will... "

The man in black did not continue to speak, but the meaning of his actions was easily understood by the poet.

"What about you?" Gilt curled his lips in disdain, pretending to be tempted.

"I have to force you to speak." The gloomy and hoarse cold voice matched the terrifying smile of the man in black with the thin lips, making Milt like falling into an ice cellar.

"Listen to me! You lowly scoundrel! You only hide in the sewers!"

The angry Gilt stood up with a 'pump', and the chair behind him was instantly brought to the ground, making a loud noise.

Taking advantage of the gap between the other's surprise, he deliberately moved a few times towards the tapestry.

Just when the man in black cast his gaze here, he immediately bluffed and pointed at him, roaring loudly:

"To tell you the truth, as a poet who pursues art, what I hate most in my life is violence and coercion. But I regret to tell you that when a poet faces this kind of threat, he will fight back.

So, I had to call the owner of the hotel, and she'd call in the hotel's most reliable and powerful bodyguard, and kick you hard in the ass, sending you flying over the roofs of town with your arms outstretched .

Believe me, the scene was absolutely spectacular, and passersby would definitely think it was a hippogriff gliding in the sky. "

"Are you sure you have time to call her?"

In the palm of the man in black, there was something glittering.