Vanessa subconsciously drew the knife, and then realized that in order to maintain a good personality, she hadn't carried a weapon recently.

She looked around from the corner of her eye, forks, cups, and some vulture bones. There are too many weapons that can be made on the spot. At this time, the superiority of thieves is reflected. Anything can be used as a weapon, frankly. Besides, she also looked at the old clapper, wanting to see what this guy was going to do next.

One must know that the old knights at Sentinel Hill don’t know Vanessa, and Brother Nimetz and others have never even heard of her existence. Where did this information come from?

It can be said that Da Fan protected Vanessa very tightly during his lifetime. The intelligence organization in Stormwind City, SI:7, did not know of her existence. Now a bad old man who raises horses in the countryside can see her identity at a glance? Is this a demigod-level or god-level thief?

The old clapper didn't have any extraordinary strength, so he was obviously not a professional.

Then there is only one answer.

Several thoughts collided quickly in her mind, and the one with the highest probability, she thought, was the answer.

"It seems that you are not a good person... You actually met me. Could it be that you are the dark thread of the Brotherhood here? Or are you a friend of Edwin Van Cleef?" She tried to say own guesswork.

The old clapper immediately retorted: "He has betrayed the former friendship, he is not my friend."

Vanessa said "Oh", I understand! This guy should be a friend of Da Fan's before he was alive, so he had seen her when she was a child, or even recently, otherwise he would not have recognized her at a glance.

What happened to Dafan back then is worthy of sympathy. It is normal to have some middle-class supporters. Dafan is not a poor person. As the president of the masonry union, he has participated in and presided over the construction of many large-scale projects. He has sufficient contacts, but he is himself Going the other way and pushing supporters to the other side.

The old Clapper in front of him is obviously one of them. From sympathy to support, from support to opposition, from opposition to hostility, after the old Fabron learned of Da Fan's death, he realized that there was going to be a new storm in the western wilderness. Only then did I have the idea of ​​leaving.

"Are you going to kill me? Young lady." The old clapper was very calm, looking directly into her eyes, his body relaxed naturally, as if he had already expected this day.

Vanessa tapped him with her finger: "You are lucky. Vanessa Van Cleef will kill you, but I hope not. Your old life is saved. Praise the Holy Light. It doesn't matter whether you stay or go." It's up to you, of course, you can report my identity to Sentinel Ridge, as you like."

She waved her hand smartly, greeted Mrs. Sardin, and then drove away alone in the carriage.

And then...then, after a while, she sneaked back...

Everyone of my race must have a different heart! It's easy to say, but in fact she doesn't trust the old clapper, if this guy goes to report the news, then kill him on the way!

Vanessa hid in the old Fabron's house all night. The old man seemed to be very anxious, and kept pacing back and forth in the yard. He didn't make up his mind until dawn.

Watching the old Fabron beckon his family to unload the luggage loaded on the car, Vanessa guessed that the other party was not going to leave.

Playing with the dagger in her palm, she waited for another day, seeing that the other party had no intention of reporting, so she returned to Yuexi Town.

The brewing festival is in full swing. Using the remote communication skills of the female mage, Vanessa contacted the dwarf shaman Bellin Burning Ling who has returned to the main dwarf city of Ironforge. It doesn't matter if you don't join us. Buy some for us. Wine, this is not difficult, is it?

The dwarf, who is naturally good at drinking, is in favor of the holding of the wine festival with both hands and feet. There is no one who opposes it. The drinks are so cheap. Lots of dwarves, lots and lots of that kind...

Vanessa is naturally welcome, but she is afraid that there will be few people and it will not be lively.

Originally, the Wine Festival was planned to last for half a month, but seeing the enthusiasm of the dwarves, she decided directly, let's drink for a month first!

In fact, goblins also sell wine, and they sell all of them, but relatively speaking, goblins have little interest in wine making.

Dwarves are different. Without wine, life is like life. Both ore and spirits are special products of dwarves. The dwarf shaman Bellin. Ranling who was rescued in Stranglethorn Vale, in order to thank her for saving his life, helped her to run around. A huge selection of wines at a very good price.

Vanessa abandoned her good friend Goblin this time, and bought a lot of alcohol from the Dwarf instead. This transaction caused her reputation to plummet with the Goblin, and Goblins came to express their dissatisfaction every day.

She scoffed at this, and after ordering another batch of goblin explosives, they became good friends again.

Dwarfs are allies to humans, foreign guests, and international friends. After confirming that a large number of dwarves will be present, even if the old knight does not understand the significance of this wine festival, he still dare not neglect his actions~lightnovelpub.net~ After handing over all the civil affairs work with Vanessa, I led half of the militia out to clear up the nearby gnolls.

The advisory group of the fraternity also expressed puzzlement over the holding of the Brewery Festival. They believed that they should practice their internal skills behind closed doors and improve their own environment, so that outsiders would come naturally, so there was no need to bother with these moths.

Vanessa doesn't think so, and the smell of wine is also afraid that the alley will be deep. There are only so many people in the West Wilderness, and if you continue to toss, can you make a flower? If you don't shout hard, who knows where there are many people and strength, and there is no one? It doesn't matter how good an idea is.

Develop first, then shout, and shout first, then develop, the collision of the two concepts, and finally hold the wine festival based on her opinion!

These days there is no e-commerce, no express delivery industry, even with the help of a dwarf shaman, she still needs to go there in person.

There is a lot of alcohol, no matter how good the relationship is, it can't be eaten, not to mention that she has no friendship with the dwarves, she needs to pay first, and the goods will be handed over to her.

The dwarves agreed to help with the transportation. After all, Vanessa's current subordinates are a little bit desperate. She has no criminal record, but she can't transport dozens of cars of alcohol by herself. At this time, an **** is needed.

The dwarves are going to transport and drink all the way, and by the way, to support her wine festival... Considering their big belly, the amount of this drink is directly increased by 50% on the original basis, and the corresponding transportation fee and **** fee It's as low as giving away for nothing.

I heard that many dwarves are fighting for the quota of this guard. For them, this event is like going on an outing. The chamber of commerce in Ironforge hoped that Vanessa could go over there for an interview, select the guards, receive the goods, set off, and of course, pay for the drinks along the way.