For the invitation of Bernard's peers, Solderin agreed after a brief hesitation.
He really doubts the elf who suddenly appears in front of his eyes, but he does need a pass now - although high-level rangers have many ways to pass the blockade, they can safely and legally cross the border than those "alternatives". It’s much better, let alone...
When he left his hometown for seven hundred years, he was really happy to see his compatriots appear in front of him.
“It’s too noisy here. Can we go to my place?” Berna frowned and looked around. The vulgar and mercenary who always wanted to be close to the applause apparently made the young elf very uncomfortable. I have a nice room at the Grey Whistle Inn."
Solderin had another place in the city, but he felt that he could take the opportunity to inquire about the situation of the elf in front of him, so he accepted the invitation of Berna. Two beautiful elves "female" companions Leaving this little pub, the rest of the adventurers and mercenaries in the pub did not change because of this little episode.
They continue to drink and drink, spare the extra copper in their pockets and the extra topics in their stomachs, discuss the changes in the situation on the border and the life after the spring - two elves, far less than the following one can receive Business is important.
Solderin followed Berna through the cold streets and quickly reached the Grey Whistle Inn in the southeastern part of the town.
The young Elf girl did rent a nice room, and there was a small fireplace and a poor carpet in the clean and tidy room - it seems that her financial situation is very good, or she has not experienced it in humans. The embarrassment of the world to spend the road.
"It's still quiet here," Berna entered the room and threw a few pieces of wood into the fireplace. She said, "Humans are a very noisy race, aren't they? Oh, I don't like humans, but sometimes I feel They are too noisy..."
"It’s much smaller than the dwarf," Solderlin said casually, and glanced at the furnishings in the room at random - there were traces of living, and only the spirit of the elves in the near future. "Is the silver elf seen in the north." Easy, have you been here recently?"
Berna finally raised the fire. She clap her hands and smiled and said with a smile: "Yeah, I have only recently arrived here. I started from the eastern gate of the jungle barrier and traveled along the commercial road." Going north, passing through the fertile plains of Tifeng and the northern hills, I finally came to this place...but I don’t plan to go north, this place is too cold, and I will not freeze until the north. Sister Sol, don’t you take off your cloak?”
Solderlin untied his cloak to reveal the Huntress costume inside - an excellent ranger can disguise himself in any situation, wearing a skirt and long boots are part of the tactical suit, Solderin I am very satisfied with my camouflage skills, and still can't understand that Gao Gaowen is always surprised by his performance in women's wear, isn't this a normal task?
He hung the cloak on the hook next to him and looked at Berna's dress again. He curiously asked, "Are you a druid?"
"Yeah, I am the heart of the forest," Berna said proudly. The talisman hanging on her chest flashed a magical radiance. "My mentor is the master of the thorns of the Moon Valley. I am here for a tour." It was arranged by the tutor."
"Master of Thorns? Is she still taking an apprentice? Isn't it said that she has been retired and no longer personally guides apprentices?"
"Oh, the instructor, she and the Moon Valley Prophet played a hundred years ago and lost the pension money, and they came back. They recruited eight Druid apprentices and forty learn to cook in one breath..."
“Why do you recruit forty to learn to cook?”
"The number of Druid apprentices is too small, and the tuition fees are not enough to pay for the gambling..." Berna did not care about these "elf secrets" that outsiders might be surprised to hear, but Solderin heard these After that, I only felt a kind of warmth and nostalgia: Many people who don’t know the truth always think that the elves are old-fashioned, old-fashioned, poorly time-oriented and not good at communicating with others, but in fact the elves are very knowledgeable about enjoying life and entertainment. Race, except that most of them are not as enthusiastic and active as human beings in emotional expression, they give people some illusions.
Of course, the current Berna seems to be a less common elf: her passion is like a personal class, probably this is why her tutor can safely let her go out to travel: this kind of personality is very easy to adapt to human society. .
"That said... you know the master of the thorns, but you don't know what happened to her," Berna looked at Soldrin curiously. "Have you been away from the silver empire for a long time?"
"...It’s been a long time," Soldering nodded. "At least six or seven hundred years haven’t gone back."
"Ah, then you have a chance to go back to your hometown. The change of Wangcheng can be big. The Queen ordered a new urban area, but the first expansion of Wangcheng since the magic tide..." Berna said excitedly, but When I talked about half, I suddenly turned my attention. She looked up and down at Solderin and asked curiously. "Speaking to Sor, I always think that the smell on your body is very special... it is not like the dirt in this area. Inside, it is mixed with the taste of golden grass seeds. It seems to be a spice sold by Ansu merchants? I smelled it once or twice in a smuggling merchant when I was at Tifeng."
Soldering was a little surprised. He knew that the silver elf had a strong sense of smell, but Bernard’s ability to distinguish the smell was too strong, but he thought that the other party was the closest to the plant in the Druid. "And he was not so surprised: the Druids of this faction are very sensitive to the spices extracted from plants."
"I had been in Ansu for a short time before," Soldering nodded. "So I was particularly troubled when I passed the checkpoints. Those Titan soldiers are particularly vigilant against anyone coming from Ansu, even if The elves are no exception."
"You really stayed in Ansu?" Berna opened her eyes and looked happy. "Have you heard that Ansu is a very powerful legendary hero? That is called Gao Wen Cecil. The person who died and resurrected? Have you seen him?"
Solderin jumped in the heart, but the look on the face was very light: "I came from the east of Ansu, not very clear about it - but I also heard that it is said that he was in the dark after the resurrection. A pioneering collar was built near the mountains."
The information that Cecil’s pioneering leadership has spread has not been kept secret, but if it is not necessary, Solderin does not intend to expose his connection with Cecil’s collar – even if he is facing his own compatriots. No.
This is not a vigilance, but a sense of responsibility. He knows that he is currently carrying a task and has a sensitive identity. In order to avoid too much trouble, at least he must return to Cecil before he leads to Gao Wen. Maintain this vigilance.
Berna didn't care about the language of Soldlin. She just looked forward and said: "The founding hero who died and resurrected... This kind of thing is like the story of a bard. I really don't know what it is. It is said that Gao Wen Cecil and Her Majesty still know each other. Yes, although you have never seen him, but you should hear more news in Ansu than I? I heard that the resurrected hero is not only Established a pioneering collar, and is also prepared to recover the Cecil blockade in the entire southern region? He also formed an army for this purpose, is it true?"
Forming the army to recover the Southland - this is obviously something that the adventurers and mercenaries are blowing out, although Solderin himself feels that his old friend group is really likely to be a child, but he knows Gao Wen’s preferred enemy is still the monster that ran out of the waste soil, so he couldn’t help but shook his head: “Most of it is a rumor. I have not heard that the Duke of Cecil has to fight with the Ansu nobles. signal of."
Berna frowned and looked at her face: "Oh... but I always think that it is not surprising that he is playing with the aristocrats in Ansu, especially the aristocrats in the South. After all, the entire Southland used to be his fief. Now the lords of the southern Ansu are equal to occupying his territory."
Solderin was undecided about this issue, but Bernard’s problem did not stop: "Right, Sor’s sister, you said that if the Duke of Cecil really fights with the nobles in the South, can he win? ”
"How do I know?" Soldering was a little dumbfounded. He felt that the young elf girl was so excited about the human world that he was so curious when he first came out to travel.
But it may be that he put all his attention on looking for hair tonics that year, so that he didn't care much about other things...
Soldering shook his head and took out irrelevant thoughts for a moment, then shifted the attention of Berna with the weather as a topic: for safety reasons, he did not intend to continue talking about things related to Cecil.
After a chat, Soldering got up and said goodbye.
"Oh? Sor sister, you can live here," Berna said with enthusiasm. "My room was originally for two people - and now it is dark outside."
Solderin is a very principled person, and he does not intend to have too deep contact with Bernard: "I have a place to stay, and I am not used to living in a room with others."
"Well then..." Berna nodded. "Then I will send you..."
Solderin refused the good intentions of the other side: "No, you still don't adapt to the cold weather in the north, or stay here to roast the fire. We will meet at the tavern at noon tomorrow, how?"
"Okay, that's it."
"That `s a deal."
After leaving the Grey Whistle Hotel, Solderin looked at the deep night ahead and took a deep breath.
The cold winter air in the northern part of the country was deeply poured into his lungs, and he was slowly exhaled, taking away some heat and making his thoughts clearer.
"At least the problem of the pass is solved..."
In the room of the Grey Whistle Hotel, Berna came to the window, letting the cold night wind blow through the gap in the window panel, her eyes followed the sandy body that was walking into the night.
"Sol...what..."
Bernard whispered, then turned away from the window and headed for the warm fireplace.
The rustling of the vines and the roots of the whiskers rang in the room as she followed.