Dragon and Beauty Tavern is the largest and most appropriate hotel in Deep Water City. If you have read this chapter, please move to: Chinese. Read the latest chapter. There are clean beds, comfortable services, and the best security environment. This is related to its unique location. Dragon and Beauty is the tavern closest to the temple area. The paladins who occasionally patroll the city will come here for a drink.

Therefore, unlike most taverns filled with drunken sailors, rude mercenaries, tight-knit adventurers and travelers, this place is favored by merchants from all over the world, who can feel at ease to talk about business here without being targeted by some bad things with bad intentions. Sometimes, small nobles and high-level adventurers will also settle here.

The bartender here is a person who looks very unkind. A scar almost tear off half of his face. These scars with obvious traces of acid spells indicate a thrilling battle. When several extraordinary guests entered the tavern one after another, the knowledgeable old man just raised his eyes and lowered his head to continue wiping the wine glass in his hand.

"Please take us to Moore's room! Give me some beer, grilled fish and local fruit..." A slender woman with a hood lowered her voice to Lyme, she hesitated and continued, "Take us two more rooms and prepare a bucket of hot water, thank you."

"Is it the fur merchant Moore?" The old bartender stared at her with his turbid eyes for a while, and said slowly.

"No, it's the spice merchant Moore!" the hooded woman pondered for a moment and said affirmatively.

There are no very large forests near Deepwater City, and there is no high-quality fur here. What kind of fur merchants will come here to do business? Merchants who purchase high-quality fur in the North will live in the port area even if they pass by Deepwater City.

The room of the 'spice merchant' Moore was very hidden, but his vision was very wide. A faint shadow behind the hooded woman observed the surroundings for a while, and made a gesture that meant nothing special. The group stepped into this somewhat narrow room.

This is a team of adventurers.

That's right, it's just that I have found the clay tablet of fate. I have rescued the goddess of Woking, blocked the evil plan of the son of Barr, and eliminated the god of tyranny. It has a significant impact on the history of the continent of Feren. Hidden behind the veil of historical mystery, a team of adventurers can always obtain various help for various reasons and then do feats that are not surprising in any way.

Including but not limited to, slaughtering gods, ascension to gods. Rescue a god from the demon monarch of the bottomless abyss...

They are natural enemies of the Dragon Clan, evil nemesis, conspiracy destroyers, and of course weapons that some people can use. In fact, whenever a fierce conflict of interest occurs in a region, there will be such a team of lucky adventurers who accept some inexplicable commissions and then get involved in a huge conspiracy.

For example..., now!

"Bloody Hand is a very mysterious person. There is not much news about him, and most of them are sensational rumors." Moore was a little gloomy and didn't like talking. He didn't look like a businessman, but rather like a wanderer. He didn't seem to care about exposing this.

"But we know that he is a very terrible man with excellent sword skills. We found only a very small wound on the skinned man's body, penetrating the heart through his armpit."

"From the armpit? That's not easy!"

"It's not easy. Especially later we found his weapon..."

The hooded woman began to be curious. She leaned forward slightly and whispered: "What is it that surprised you so much?"

"It was a narrow leaf. It was two feet five inches long and two inches wide. The leaves of the palm tree, and the dewdrops of the morning. The ether plane tells us that it was this thing that pierced the heart of a 200-pound big guy. The prophetic mage said that the guy didn't even have time to resist. He felt the new partner in his heart."

"It sounds like picking something on the side of the road." The woman's voice was rarely solemn.

"That's not a good thing. The skinned man wailed for a long time. Every beat of his heart brought him unmeasurable pain. In fact, there is such a palm tree in the skinned man's home, and we found him below." Moore took a sip of the black tea in front of him and said nervously.

"But this doesn't prove anything? The skinner doesn't sound like a good person's name." The woman shook her head.

"Yes, that's a bastard who likes to skin humans, but bloody hand..." Multon said for a moment, his voice dry, "He's a person who can bring fear!"

"Just soon, a professional asked us for information. You have heard of his name. I watched him disappear into the air under that palm tree, and then I never saw him reappear. In the shadows, anywhere you can think of, the wanderers trying to go to the ghetto eventually disappeared."

"The shadows did not protect them. The veil that used to cover their bodies for them became a dagger that resisted their throats. If possible, I would rather not see those things again." Moore's eyes were a little scared that could not be dissipated.

"If we were to hire us, you should provide more detailed information." The woman in the hood stressed unmoved.

Moore spread his hands and buried his face deep inside, and then raised his head again after a while: "The best wanderers can use the power of shadows. They can jump in the shadows and lurk in the brightest lights. Their daggers are flexibly like their fingers. But there, the shadows become the abyss that devour them, they lurk silently, and die in a low key..."

"That man came to the most alert wanderers like a ghost, and took their lives in their hidden places. Someone died silently, in the most remote and unexpected corner..."

"I've heard of it!" the woman giggled, "An old woman found a corpse in her kettle, and for this she had to smash the small kettle before she could take out the terrifying thing."

"That's the best thief here. He can pass through the smallest gap and dive into the most vigilant fortress!" Moore's voice was a little angry.

"Sorry! I don't know you are his friend." The woman stopped laughing and apologized: "We have heard a lot about this here. Some of the corpses are in the trunks, some are underground, and more are hidden in some hidden corners. What did the prophetic wizard find? Didn't you hire a priest?"

"The prophecy has no valuable result, they are there, and then die, just as it happened naturally, like the god of death favored them..."

"Okay! We took this task. But we can give it up at any time. This is my condition. Regarding the issue of compensation, we still need to talk about it..."

Sulphur, flames, and hideous ogres and goblins, twisted, radiant, heavy and harsh steel, sharp cone and edges, and fiery red steel thorns protruding from any unexpected angle and position.

This is not hell, but it is better than hell.

The underground space becomes increasingly vast under the expansion of the kobolds. The exquisite mechanical pillars make it so imperfect. This is not something that kobolds with only 5 intelligence can do. They may be able to dig out solid caves, but they will never be able to dig out a real city underground. Only civilization can create such miracles.

A wizard, or a priest.

Of course, it may also be a goblin engineer.

These evil and chaotic little things, like mud, have created a miracle! Every day, tens of thousands of blue-light ice poisons are sent to the hands of goblins and even become currency circulating among them. No goblin can reject this magical potion. They are eager and their hearts are clamoring for this thing.

The addiction of demon gradually dominated their consciousness. These desires were more firm and tenacious than belief, reproduction, survival, and even more than self-self, and even dominated the personality and self of these little things.

One day after another, more and more people are losing themselves and chasing the poison of ice like a walking corpse. However, based on the huge base of goblins, the number of people supplemented easily fills this gap. More and more demon addicts are staying awake, and even more and more people are losing their hearts.

The goblins who were injected with a large amount of ice poison became increasingly paranoid and crazy. The demon addiction tried to dominate their consciousness all the time, and at the same time made them smarter.

In the abyss underground in Deep Water City, more than 5,000 goblins built a huge underground building complex below and built a large laboratory for Chen Ang. (To be continued.)
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