As night fell, it draped over the town of Twin Towers like a soft curtain, and the tavern gradually became lively.

The adventurers boasted to each other of their recent harvest in the Barrenskull Mountains, the waitresses nimbly avoided a pair of salty pig hands reaching out like dancing butterflies, and fluttered between the dining tables, while the bards hid in the corner and sang in their mouths. The most popular fun ditty.

At this moment, the door of the 'Little Frog' tavern was suddenly pushed open, and a half-elf wearing a black cloak with two swords hanging from his waist quietly walked out of the darkness.

"Hey! So... Mr. Ranger, the table and barbecue are waiting for you. What else do you want? Of course, there is also a grill and fine wine." The tavern owner looked up at Thorne who came over, waved his hand, and greeted excitedly.

"I'm sorry, I've already eaten, just give me a table, preferably in the corner." Thorne shook his head slightly, leaned against the counter, and smiled.

After finishing speaking, he turned his eyes to the messy tavern hall. As usual, it was crowded with people everywhere, the smell of alcohol was overflowing, and the air was filled with the excited smell of **** and money.

Finally, Thorne set his sights on a woman in the corner with long burgundy hair and a sleek, tight skirt.

"You can also see that it is obviously too embarrassing for me to find an unoccupied table for you alone." The tavern owner spread his hands and said a little helplessly.

"Forget it, what is that woman's identity?" Thorne asked curiously as he pointed at the woman with long wine red hair in the corner.

This person is the member of the Harpers who delivered the message to him last night.

Although he already knew the true identity of the other party, he was more curious about how the harpist member concealed his identity from being discovered.

And the purpose of his coming here is to find her, he wants to ask her about the man in black in person.

"She?" The tavern owner followed Thorne's gaze, and when he saw the identity of the woman, his eyes shrank, and he seemed a little scared and whispered: "Her name is Asanda, a wandering in the tavern. Dusty woman."

"That's all?" Thorne noticed the tavern owner's uneasy look, and immediately became interested, and said with a smile, "Tell me about it, the more detailed the better."

"What? Are you interested in her?" The tavern owner immediately glanced at him ambiguous when he heard Thorne's questioning, and then lowered his voice:

"Then I want to remind you that although she is a dusty woman, in the tavern, no one has succeeded so far. In the words of adventurers, Asanda is a horse that no one can tame. The fierce horse, if you want to ride her, in addition to preparing for the gold coins, you must also be careful to be thrown half to death."

"Is it such an exaggeration?" Thorne looked at Ashanda who was gently shaking a glass of wine in the corner.

"If you don't believe it, you can go and try to ride it." The tavern owner smiled and coaxed Thorne: "I believe you can definitely ride it."

Thorne chuckled and walked towards Ashanda under the expectant gaze of the tavern owner.

Of course, he didn't walk over just to ride her, as the tavern owner imagined, but to ask the well-informed harpist scout a few questions.

"Hello, Ms. Asanda, may I sit here?"

Thorne walked through the noisy wine tables, kicked away a halfling who was lying on the ground and was about to fall asleep, and came to the wine table with only the red-haired woman.

"Oh, this handsome half-elf, don't pretend to be serious, I'm not used to it. Come on, relax your tensed body, and call me Miss Ashanda." Ashanda sneered at Thorne And with a coquettish smile, he said:

"Are you trying to play a game with me? If you win, we can chat in the room together and explore the meaning of the source of life. How about it? Do you want to play?"

It seems that normal communication is no longer possible, and Thorne's heart sank.

However, it soon became clear why.

So he sat on the chair beside Ah Shanda, reached out to touch the other's pointed chin, and pretended to be picky, "Then how do you want to play?"

Ahsanda let out a chuckle, dancing with her long burgundy hair, easily dodging Thorne's outstretched hand.

Just as he was about to speak, a burly man came over.

"Hello, Miss Asanda, let me play with you tonight."

Thorne looked up and found that this was a black-faced man with an exaggerated beard. Judging from the momentum he exuded from his whole person, his strength should be around the third rank.

Vaguely, he also heard the voice of discussion behind him. This uninvited guest seemed to be an officer from the cliff castle in the Barren Skull Mountains.

Now, with the war with ogres and hill giants over, these officers and soldiers who survived the battlefield come to the town of Twin Towers to relax.

"Oh? Really? It seems that business is going well tonight." Asanda stroked her delicate face with the back of her hand, licked her red lips stained with wine, and said playfully to the black-faced man:

"Unfortunately, I already have guests tonight. You should know my rules. I only serve one guest a night."

"Really?" The big man with the exaggerated beard walked over to Thorne, staring at him ill-naturedly, his black beard twisted with a challenging sneer.

Feeling the threat of the black-faced man, Thorne calmly sat on the chair, and his right hand gently touched the hilt of the sword. As long as the opponent made a slight move, his sword would definitely knock his head to the ground in an instant.

Suddenly, in the silent confrontation between the two, the entire tavern gradually became quiet, and countless eyes turned to this table.

At the moment when the air seemed to freeze between the two of them.

As an officer, the black-faced man seemed to have thought of the consequences of doing so. He immediately retracted his gaze, turned to look at Ah Shanda, who was watching the play with his chin on his back, and said, "I would like 10 more gold coins."

"He's much more handsome than you." A mischievous smile appeared on Ashanda's face.

"15?" The black-faced brawny raised the price.

"Look carefully, his skin is fair, his eyes are dark and deep, and there is a wise look between his eyebrows. He is a rare and beautiful man. What do you think I should choose, big bear?" With a wink like silk, he teased the black-faced man in a light tone.

"30!" The black-faced man stared at Ahsanda's curvaceous body, his eyes as if he was going to devour her alive, and then he gritted his teeth.

"As you wish, my guest." Ashanda blinked at Thorne who was beside her, then reached out and patted his knee, which was hidden under the table, before responding to the black-faced man.

"That's right." The black-faced man showed an evil smile at the red-haired woman, then put his hand into his pocket, took out a bag of gold coins, threw it on the table, and said playfully:

"I heard that you have a very interesting rule, so what are you going to do today? I've been looking forward to it for a long time, I hope you won't let me down."

Seeing this, Thorne got up and took a few steps back in order to prevent accidents.

At this time, most of the drinkers in the tavern gathered around.

The red-haired woman Asanda let out a chuckle and waved her hand casually. The bag of gold coins on the table disappeared into her hands, and then she slowly got up and threw a captivating wink at the black-faced man.

Then he naturally lifted up his long wine-red hair, slowly pulled down the deep V-shaped neckline of the tight-fitting long skirt with one hand, and offered benefits to all the onlookers who were eating melons.

Just as everyone's eyes widened in exclamation, the two **** of white, clasped bowls almost jumped out with slow movements.

Ahsanda quickly covered her neckline again, then pointed to her chest, and smiled at the black-faced man who was swallowing saliva: "There is a gold coin hidden here, if you can take it out, I will belong to you tonight. yes."

"Sure enough, but I like it! I almost vomited because I like it. As expected of the fierce horse that no one can control, I must ride it and run wildly tonight." The black-faced man laughed, very Nodding satisfied.

After speaking, he immediately shook off the outer robe, revealing his thick arms and a broad body with an inverted triangle.

The weak Asanda saw this, her sleeves flicked, and a dagger with cold light appeared in her palm.

"Oh? My dear, are you going to use it for defense?" The big man showed his muscles and asked complacently, "Do you want me to cut it first?"

The mockery of the black-faced man made onlookers roar with laughter.

"Hey! Farrego, let me cut in before we start. Why bother tossing a woman with a fight? Be gentle, don't hurt the parts, and I'm hoping to ride it when I get a chance?" Name, who seemed to be a companion with the black-faced man, roared.

In response, there was a burst of lewd laughter from the crowd.

"Don't worry, everyone will have a share later." Farrig showed a vicious expression, and regardless of whether the other party was ready or not, his burly and sturdy body rushed up like a big bear.

However, in Thorne's view, the speed and explosiveness of this big bear is definitely faster than that of the law enforcement captain Gadley who was taught by him.

Otherwise, it is impossible to survive the battlefield of the Barrenskull Mountains intact.

However, as the cold light flashed, the laughter in the crowd suddenly stopped.

What followed was a scream like killing a pig.

The big man named Farrig held his right wrist in his left hand, and bloodstains like spider webs appeared on his palm and the back of his hand. In the dim light, it looked extremely infiltrating and terrifying.

"Do you want to continue?" The red-haired woman looked at Farrego, who was terrified, her crystal clear eyes exuding a heart-warming shimmer, and a sweet smile hung on the corner of her mouth.

Farrego held the blood vessel cut by the dagger at his wrist firmly, and the scarlet blood could not stop seeping from his fingers.

"go!"

Seeing the charming Asanda, his already extremely dark complexion turned even darker. Feeling embarrassed, he quickly greeted his companion, and fled in embarrassment amid the laughter of the crowd.

Just when the crowd was about to leave, Asanda twisted her slender waist and came towards Thorne, who was watching the fun.

Accompanied by the slight swing of the full moon's buttocks, outlining a heart-warming arc, the sound of swallowing saliva came from the crowd, and even a trace of greed and desire appeared in the eyes of many people.

However, no one dared to take the initiative to take a step forward.

"Handsome half-elf, do you want to play this game too?"

Ashanda, who walked in front of Thorne, looked at him with charming eyes and a very obvious provocative expression. She pointed to her full chest, and upon closer inspection, she could find that a gold coin was caught in the deep ditch. .

I saw that she hooked her finger lightly at Thorne, and said frivolously: "Today, my sister is in a good mood, so I will make an exception for you to try it once, do you want it?"

After speaking, he deliberately grabbed Thorne's hand and rubbed it lightly on his chest.

Thorne looked straight, and immediately retracted his hand, because he felt the outline of a harpist brooch.

"Look at his cowardice, his nervousness is like a taut bowstring. You can tell at a glance that he is not an open-minded person, hahaha..." There was a coaxing voice from the crowd again, and the tone was more like naked jealousy .

What followed was all kinds of whistling and chaotic obscene language.

But these people are very wise to keep a relatively safe distance from the red-haired woman Asanda.

"As you wish, beautiful Miss Ashanda, thank you for this opportunity." Thorne chuckled and nodded in response.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the gold coin hidden in the deep ditch, his right hand dodged the sharp blade light, turned into afterimages, and attacked the opponent's chest.

This burst of operations that dazzled everyone, suddenly stopped the laughter in the crowd, and all looked at the game with breathless eyes.

When Thorne retracted his hand, a bright orange gold coin happened to be caught between his fingers, and when the sharp dagger stabbed his wrist, there was not even a trace left.

"What a strong natural defense." Ah Shanda was shocked and couldn't help but mutter to herself.

She could clearly feel her dagger slashed on the opponent's wrist more than a dozen times in a row, but to her shock, no trace was left.

Although it was an ordinary dagger, she didn't think there was anything special about the physique of this ranger.

"Can you just take this gold coin out?" Thorne reminded by shaking the gold coin at his fingertips when he saw the absent-minded red woman.

Ashanda nodded subconsciously.

Seeing this, Thorne directly led her to the guest room on the second floor under the eyes of envy and jealousy.

In the dark room, with a soft sound, a flickering candle light jumped out, illuminating the small room.

"You can tell me about the man in black." Thorne in the room sat on a table with both hands, dangling his calves, looking at Asanda sitting on the bed.

Ahsanda had already put away her charming expression and said solemnly:

"To be honest, it's really hard for me to understand why Your Excellency Alanis took the initiative to give you this token of safety for members of the harpist. If you suddenly have evil thoughts, all the eyeliners we put here are likely to be removed, so... …”

"Now is not the time to discuss this topic, I just want to know about the men in black." Thorne interrupted her words and returned to the topic.

After speaking, as if remembering something, he immediately took out a sheepskin scroll and handed it to Asanda: "This is a portrait of the man in black. If it is convenient, please confirm it for me."

Ahsanda took the sheepskin scroll that Thorne handed over, and without even looking at it, she put it away and said coldly:

"You are not a member of our harpist organization. Don't think that with a token, you can point fingers at me."

"What do you mean?" Thorne asked curiously, not caring about the tone of the other party's words.

In his opinion, if the other party is really unwilling to help him investigate the man in black, then he will never take the initiative to tell him about the man in black, which means that she must have something to let him go. do, in exchange.

"In a valley in the Desolate Skull Mountains lives the hunters of Mara: the people of black blood." Ashanda explained her intentions directly and clearly:

"Now, the war in the Wild Skull Mountains is over, and the paladin commander of Cliff Castle has also freed his hand."

"You mean that you want me to persuade the paladin commander of Cliff Castle to join him in destroying Mara's believers, right?" Thorne looked startled and said Ashanda's intention.

"That's right." Asanda nodded and said solemnly, "The negative energy in that valley is getting heavier and heavier, and I sense some kind of hidden danger, so I must stop them in advance.

If this is done, I can help you contact the member of the Harpers who live in Deeprock to help you investigate the origin of the Man in Black. "

"Although your coercive requirements sound really unpleasant, I took over this job." Thorne said blankly, "I hope you can keep your word."

After he finished speaking, he pushed open the window and turned into a cloud of shadow energy and disappeared without a trace.