Twenty Sided Dice

Everyone sat on the wooden benches in the most comfortable position - except for Yao En, who was still wiping the stool under his **** and the board table in front of him.

The chubby boss brought carefully prepared food, and the drink was ale from the deepest part of the cellar, cool and sweet. The group gathers around the inn's fireplace, the sound of burning wood helping to mask their conversation. But Siegel kept his voice down so that only his companions could hear it.

"I am directly under the command of Lord Count Siegel. The task this time is to investigate a manor that is suspected to be the stronghold of the believers of the God of Murder." He said: "The assassin of the God of Murder attacked the city lord of Myr twice, and has been listed as a sea The enemy of the Müller. According to the clues obtained, they are hiding in a manor near Kaibu City, which is our destination."

"God of murder?" Emmon said. "Is that the evil **** who died after being targeted? This is much harder than finding treasures. You have to pay more."

"I don't intend to involve you in the battle, I just need you to break the traps or traps - if there is such a thing in the manor." Siegel said: "You are only technicians, I have made it very clear to Yao En. already."

The dwarf nodded, acknowledging it.

"Besides that, maybe someone needs to be rescued from their estate."

"This needs extra money, for sure." Emmon looked at Naria, seeking her support.

"Saving people from the hands of the followers of the God of Murder is a righteous move." Anomen said, "We are willing to help you."

"But that doesn't mean there's no need for additional fees." Imon pouted, blowing the hair from his cheeks: "Jie, the three of them are embarrassed to speak, so I have to say this, we need gold coins very much."

"If you show professionalism, I can raise this issue with the Earl," Siegel said.

Emmon moved closer to Evan. Over his shoulder, "I like employers like that, you know?"

Evan rubbed his forehead hard, not knowing what he should say.

The dwarf clapped his hands. He drew everyone's attention and said, "Put the pay aside for now. Concentrate on listening to me. It's not an easy task, God of Murder - God, basically the toughest one to deal with. Humanoid - I speculate, they consisted of evil priests, assassins proficient in assassination and technicians adept at using poisons, traps, and maybe even cultivated their own combat team. This is by far the biggest challenge we have encountered!"

"It's more troublesome than the time with the lich?" Emmon asked.

The dwarf nodded: "So this time, everyone put away their playful mood and must devote themselves to the task. Don't think about the extra bounty first. The first step is to earn 1,500 gold coins. We don't know much about the target at the moment, so a full investigation is needed."

He looked at Siegel, and Siegel waved his hand and said, "Mr. Yao En, let me know if you have any plans. I will cooperate fully."

"We're going to enter Cabo Town as a team that has completed the previous task, and while repairing, we're looking for a new job." Yao En took out a thick booklet from his backpack, with various hand drawn map. He put on his glasses and searched carefully for a while. Then he pulled out a piece of blackened parchment and said: "Look, this is a treasure map from the past - it's fake, by the way. It doesn't work at all - I found it a long time ago and thought It's a good job. We accepted the commission of Heimland to come here to verify the authenticity of the treasure map. The treasure does not exist, so we only got 420 gold coins, which is 70 gold coins per person. North The winter is too cold, we decided to spend the winter here and make some money by the way, do you understand?"

"The question is, where did the four hundred and twenty gold coins come from?" Imon asked, cupping his cheeks.

"Gold coins or gems?" Siegel glanced at the dwarf. He knew in his heart that his intention was to get some advance payment. There was no problem, Siegel felt that the credit of these people was far more than a few hundred gold coins. So without hesitation, I took out a wallet. "The Chamber of Commerce in Tu'er Port also has a payment certificate, which can also be used as gold coins. But I'm worried that it's too far south, and it's difficult for you to spend it."

Naria blinked, looked at Siegel's purse, and said, "Half gold coins and gems, we've always been like this."

"There is an inn in Kaibu City called Nanhaiwang, which is opened by one of my clansmen, the dwarf Jag Carter, a fierce but kind-hearted person who smokes fiercely. We can live there, and then we will You can do things separately." Yao En arranged: "Anomen, you and Jay will preach the teachings of the Mother Earth in Kaibu City. If believers of the murdering **** exist, they will definitely feel uncomfortable, you are the bait, Be careful. Emmon, let's stay together, go to the market and buy some tools. Naria, you and Thor find a way to get to a certain manor - I'm sure Jay will tell us in a moment - try to find a way Investigate. Be careful not to be discovered."

"I need to go to the manor to investigate and let Sol listen to the teachings of the Mother Earth," Siegel said.

"Okay." The dwarf didn't even look up, as if he had already thought of Siegel's opinion.

"Oh, isn't it bad for me to go shopping? Although I like it very much, the Mother Earth is not my belief." Evan said with a smile.

Emmon and the dwarf said in unison, "No."

"Remember, if there is a mistake in this mission, it is likely to bring devastating results. I will not say anything else, the assassins of the God of Murder are all guys who kill without blinking an eye, more than the Blood Dagger Guild (a low-key killer Organizations) are much tougher. They don't work for money, and you can't buy your life. So, remember the following..."

While the dwarf was still talking, the door of the inn was violently pushed open. Three men in full armor and chain mail appeared at the door. They had their backs straight, and the coiled serpent emblem was branded on their chest armor. Their eyes swept under the full helmets, not saying a word, but there seemed to be a hissing sound.

"Where are the Roo family?" A dull voice came from under the helmet.

Siegel turned around, squinting at them. Although it is winter, the air in the south is still humid, and full-face helmets and full-body armor are not suitable equipment, let alone adding a layer of chainmail reads outside; the healer knows no bounds. The three of them were like sea monsters that had just emerged from the water, with fishing nets still hanging from their bodies. Is this the weird southern warrior dress?

The four servants sitting in the corner stood up without speaking, and pointed directly to the back of the inn to the heavily armed man. The helmet nodded, and then backed out through the gate.

The servants stood up and went straight to the back door. It seems that these tin men are looking for the passengers of the boat in the pavilion, those nobles who are enjoying the shade.

"It's none of our business." Yao En said, "Where did I just say? Yes, there are a few things to keep in mind..."

As if this sentence was destined to be interrupted, there was a loud noise from the gate. It appeared that someone was struggling, kicking over the fence and bucket at the door, making a loud noise. Siegel could also hear the sound of chains and the chirping of his mount.

Evan put his hand on the hilt, sniffed, and winked at Siegel.

"Let's focus on what's in front of us and don't get involved in other things," Siegel said.

"Help! Who will help me!" The voice suddenly sounded, and then someone covered it with something, turning it into a muffled creaking sound. The Tin Woodman's armor rattled, as if someone was slapping it violently with his hands and feet.

"Good deeds are rewarded." Anomen said: "And he called for help, I'm going to have a look."

"Ha! I'll go take a look too." Evan jumped up. He clearly wants things to be more "fun" and may even help himself.

"Don't talk, let Arnomen negotiate." Siegel said to Evan, and then followed the others out.

They came to the courtyard and saw a tin man grabbing a boy of about six or seven years old and pressing him forward. His hands were tied in front of him, and he had shackles on each of his feet. A tin man was tightening the strip of cloth tied to his mouth, and blood was dripping from the corner of the child's mouth, next to a large bruise.

Anomen picked up the holy emblem, and the light flashed away. The Tin Woodman sensed the spell, and one of them turned his head, the iron gauntlet like a lobster shell resting on the two-handed greatsword at his waist.

"Passers-by, don't mind your own business!"

"I heard the boy's cry for help, so I came here to ask." A Nuomen's left hand first touched his chest and saluted, then put his hand behind his back and stretched out three fingers horizontally. "Can you tell me why you're tying up this poor boy like that?"

"This has nothing to do with you, so you'd better stay away!" The talking tin man stood between the boy and the group of six, his burly body forming an iron wall. "Go back to the house and drink your wine and eat your food, immediately!"

While talking ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the people on the pavilion came over and watched all this in a daze. The middle-aged aristocratic woman rubbed her hands, and then opened her arms, like a hug for her own child. But the little boy who was helped struggled even harder, and even got into the arms of the Tin Woodman, but was unwilling to take a step forward.

Anomen turned his head and said to Siegel, "Jay, Mother Earth told me that I want to save this poor boy, are you willing to help me?"

"No, I don't want to help you." Siegel turned his head and left under everyone's surprised eyes. He waved his hand and said, "I don't want to meddle in my own business, and I'll be cursed if I don't drink good wine."

"Hey, you can't do this." Evan looked disappointed and shouted, "Shouldn't we be together?"

Siegel opened the front door of the inn, blinked at the others, and said, "I'm with the gold coins, so I won't face such a boring danger."

The door of the inn was closed, and he rushed in the direction of the back door. (To be continued.)

ps: The Chinese New Year is almost here, everyone hurry up and go to the busy New Year, stop reading books...

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