Chapter 98

After walking around the town for a while, Bucher came to a damp and dark alley. The beggars on the roadside sat on a broken mat with bowls in front of them. Their ragged clothes smelled disgusting, but their bright eyes did not look begging. These are brotherhood spies, or rather, the janitors of the thieves' Union. They can accurately identify themselves as people, customers and enemies.

Bucher glanced at him and was about to step over. The beggar's eyes suddenly burst out with light. He reached out and pulled out the knife under the mat and rushed at the strong man. Without a word, Bucher raised his foot and kicked the beggar in the stomach, kicking him up. After that, he quickly took advantage of the situation and hit the beggar on the back of the head with one elbow.

The beggar lay motionless on the ground, and Bucher walked in without looking back. Some figures appeared in the shadow of the alley. They all came up from all directions with sharp weapons in their hands. Bucher spat on the ground and said, "in such a hurry to die?"

"All right, back off. Don't you know it's a guest?" A dark door opened in the alley, from which came a man with long hair in a wide pine shirt. His face was shriveled and pale, and he was thin, like a recidivist in a dungeon for a long time. "Look who this is, the butcher of kelmanga. What a rare guest."

"I don't like that name." Bucher said, "are you going to talk to me here, or do you want me to come in and have a seat?"

"Of course, please come in. I dare not stop you."

The room was a warehouse full of wooden cases. Many of the boxes have been opened, with soft straw piled inside. The crossbow is broken into parts and hidden in the middle of the straw. Many of the boxes were stacked precariously, and in the middle of such a pile of boxes, there was an underground door. Two people went in one after another, through a dark corridor and came to an underground bar.

"Make way for my friends, and you'll go somewhere else." The thin man waved his hand, and soon it was empty. There are long bars and lots of fragrant wine. Bucher sniffed it with his nose. The smell was so messy that he couldn't distinguish the brand. So he took a bottle from the table and poured it down.

"It's been a long time." Bucher wiped his mouth and said to the host, "silly bird, you owe me twice. I'll give you a chance and one more."

"Hey, first of all, I don't owe you twice, once at most. Second, I'm not a silly bird, but a cuckoo. There's a big difference between the two. "

"Whatever." Bucher waved his hand and looked around. "Don't you have anything to eat here? I'm hungry!"

"No The thin man looked at Bucher with interest: "even if there is, the things here are stained with other people's saliva. Would you like to eat them? By the way, why are you so down now that you can't eat enough? Do you want to come to me? I've been very generous and I appreciate you very much

"Enjoy it! If I come to you, you must try to kill me all day. " The scar on Bucher's face shook and he said, "I came to you because of your old business. Do you know there's a big Druid around here? "

"Oh, you're here for this, too? A week ago, the guild in Nebo asked about it. But they are too mean, so I gave them some superficial information. " The cuckoo licked his lips and leaned forward: "there are some big Druids, and they are worth doing. Let's do it together? Two hundred gold coins, whether or not. "

What is worth doing is nothing more than robbery, theft or extortion. They are all illegal business. Most of the work only needs to be done by the thieves themselves. Now that the skinny guy values Bucher's fighting ability, it shows that this matter is difficult and may need brute force to solve. Two hundred gold coins is enough for Bucher to have a good time, but he obviously doesn't want to have a deep connection with the thieves.

"Tell me about the big Druid first. You'd better not fool me."

"I dare not. I don't want the whole guild to become a pool of blood. One of kelmanga's tragedies is enough. " Said the cuckoo.

From the west of wato town to the coastal city of magnima, they are controlled by goblins. It's a dangerous swamp, and there's no known safe way to go, except for a river that has water all the year round. The Yoda river connects the two places and provides sufficient water for the swamps in this area. The town of wato and the goblin city of magnima continued to fight on the river, trying to push the front to the other side's area. But if you can't control the swamp, only one river is not enough to destroy each other.

"The big Druid lives in the swamp. He has something to do with the goblins, so the goblins never attack him." The cuckoo said: "two or three times, the goblin captured some caravan people. It was the big druid who mediated and redeemed them."

"So that's a good man?" There's something strange about Bucher.

"Maybe, no one can tell." "The Druid is a bit crazy," said the cuckoo. "The Druid I sent was beaten by him and then thrown to the goblin. Fortunately, the man was clever and escaped from the goblin. Otherwise, I thought he had been killed by the swamp. "

"Are you sending someone who is not a good person at all?" "I think it's the man who deserves it," Bucher said with a smile"Well, do you think you'll get better treatment if you go? Do you call yourself a good man or a bad man? " The cuckoo tapped on the table with his finger: "my men told me that there were many goblin tributes in the place where the Druid lived, including jewels and works of art, which were found from magnima. As you know, there are many valuable things left over from the past in the city of magnima, which are worth our risk. "

"Tell me where the Druid lives and how to get there safely. I'll give you a break."

"Hey, we are good friends. As for leaving me in such a hurry?" Although the thin man said so, his hands were not idle, and he quickly drew a map. Bucher glanced at it and saw that it was marked in great detail, listing rivers, hills and easily recognizable landmarks.

"Butcher, I'll never forget that you saved my life when you were in kelmanga. To be honest, I've never been afraid in my life, but when I saw you come out of the blood and fire, I was really afraid and thought I was going to die. Half of the city is dead. What qualification can I survive? I always wonder why you let me go and kill me? "

Bucher's index finger trembled slightly, as if the fierce fighting and crazy killing happened again that day. He didn't want to talk about it, so he took a few mouthfuls of black beer, grabbed the map and stuffed it into his pocket. Bucher stood up, his tall figure completely enveloping the underground bar. He said to the cuckoo, "here's a piece of advice. Don't trouble the big Druid, because a group of paladins are after him. No matter whether the Druid is good or evil, there is no room for you to intervene any more. "

"You and paladins mix together, no good results, they may find your identity at any time, and then meet you is the trial." Thin man persuades: "you and they are not the same people, no one will give you justice and protection."

Bucher looked back at the cuckoo and said, "no, I found a very interesting person. Maybe this person can give me what I want. I don't worry much about the trial. "