The person who appears to be an ordinary adventurer, but in fact, the adventure team composed of kind forces coordinated by the Harpists Alliance is very distressed. Of course, this is not because of the so-called spice merchant Moore's commission. They have always regarded this as a joke. Sanlinta behind Moore will be a mortal enemy of the Harpist, and he can control his failure to stab him when he meets him. The only reason is that the harpist's usual low-key style is always.

The reason why they were bothered was because of Chen Ang! This mission goal was like it was missing. It had been a long time since they could no longer find out the slightest news about the goal.

Just like he disappeared in this world!

The day of changes in the slums is almost over, and the harpists list the long list. The lingering smell of blood is by no means ineffective. The skinners, butchers, blood eyes, and these humble and troublesome figures will find it difficult even if the harpists are not because of the big guys, but because of the complex forces behind them.

These people who act as brokers, managers, low-level priests, and act as big figures in the deep water city to control the middle class of the lower class may not have strong strength and influence, but they are in trouble enough because they are part of the order of this city!

The captain of the adventure team, half-elf Elwine, looked at the eleven-inch list on his hand, and his face looked unspeakable. Behind the dense names on it were corpses of residue like the skinner and the butcher.

Bartender Lyme casually wiped the pottery cup on his hand, but his eyes never left the tavern door for a moment. His thick knuckles moved inch by inch on the pottery cup. The tight muscles under the linen clothes were relaxed, making people unsurprising that these hands could break the neck of an ogre as high as twelve feet in the next moment.

"There is no need for the harpist to go through him!" Lyme knew very well about his work. "Everyone in the whole city knows that he will not live a midsummer night. No one can still get out of this city alive after offending so many people!"

Although he said it very easily, Elwin's expression never relaxed for a moment, but instead stared at the table thoughtfully, "The principle of the harpist: you can not participate, but you must understand it! We must determine his position to determine our attitude. The harpist has its own principles!"

"Yes, if it is not a crime, don't be judged! I can already recite it with my eyes closed."

"If it is not a crime, do not conduct judgment. The actions of the harpist do not come from interests, but from our positions and principles. Therefore, the attitude and position of the target are crucial to us, because that determines our positions and behaviors." Erwin looked serious, "About the Bloody Hand, there is too little information you provide. There is no origin, no identity, no career and camp, he is like a ghost that appears out of thin air. No one will have no past!"

"But he countered the prophetic spell!" Lyme complained: "Divine magic and spells have been tried! The caster has not yet been able to get rid of the troubles of those damn illusions. The mages of the Prophetic School have refused to conduct the casting test again. The only thing they can be sure of is that the other party is like going home in the ether plane, 'like a fish in water'!"

"Phantom?" Elwin said in confusion.

"Yes, anyone who tries to spy on his fate will be troubled by the ether plane, and their vision will be fixed in a shallow form of the ether plane. They are deprived of their perception of the material plane. Over time, their intelligence will be severely damaged! A mage even fell in love with the alien creature he summoned, a soft mud monster named Saya!"

"A good old eyes! Soft mud monster?" Elwin showed an unacceptable expression.

Lyme nodded with shame: "It is said that his etheric vision is very close to the senses of the slime monster. As a result, he learned to communicate with the slime monster and gained his own love. You must know that in the slime monster, that is a beauty!"

"His mentor..." Before Elwin could finish his words, he was interrupted by Lyme.

"This is not a bad thing for his mentor! A curse with research value is much more important than an apprentice, not to mention that he has not lost that apprentice. There are more weird people in the mage, so what if there are more?"

"You can ask the priest to 'removal of curse'!" Elwin didn't want to say more about the problem of the slush monster. This would only make her spine numb.

Lem shook his head regretfully, "It's useless! Strictly speaking, this is not a curse. Their vision is not an illusion created by negative energy, but a reality at another level of the world. This reality is difficult to shake, and it is more like the soul is contaminated with the essence of the ether plane. It is essentially similar to the price of prophetic spells and cannot be removed by divine magic."

"And I heard that the slime monster is great!" Lyme smiled frankly, "He looks like he likes it!"

With a light sound, Lyme turned his head and looked at it, pressing against the arrows that were buried in solid wood on his scalp, and wisely shut his mouth. He spread his hands at the Ranger girl opposite him, signaling himself to shut up.

"Jacasi? Lyme has no malice!" Elwin gave a few helpless lessons.

The Ranger girl was not grateful. She stepped forward and pulled down the arrows from the wood. It seemed that she had a lot of effort. Not everyone could use a light bow to break the armor! "What do we know without prophecy? What do we know now? You don't need to sneak in and spy in the tavern on the side of the road to hear more details!"

"We need to be more specific, his camp, his tendencies, his profession, his beliefs, which determines our attitude towards him. I think this is more important than how many people he killed!"

"I said, I knew nothing!" Lyme spread his hands and motioned.

"He may be a wizard who is proficient in the prophetic school, a priest who is deeply favored by God, and may also work part-time as a warrior! A profession like a wanderer! Judging from his bloodthirsty, he may be a believer of Dark Sun, and of course Max's, but with the villain he eliminated, it is okay to say that he is the paladin of Ilmat."

"Human nature is so complex that paladins may murder, and wanderers may not be unable to make great sacrifices. Unless you face him with a 'detect evil', these cannot be used as a basis for judgment. I can only say that this gentleman cares about the things in his little house far beyond his interest in abuse, domination and power."

"So that..." Jacassie opened her mouth to speak.

"Don't define it so quickly!" Lyme interrupted him, "Please respect this complex world, and don't use your young people's simple and direct judgment to define it. My intuition tells me that what you are facing is an existence that is difficult to determine and explore. From my experience of the elderly, it is no harm to look at it more."

"But we don't have time! Everyone can't be entangled for so long." Jacassi frowned and said, "The slums are very repulsive to outsiders. The Blood Hand Gang's control over it is deeply rooted, and it is difficult for us to get close to it."

"That's because more than 80% of the young people there are looking for work. Their fathers, children and wives are like the most loyal eyeliners. It is a closed environment, and it is difficult for outsiders to survive there." Lyme replied.

"So, can we do nothing?" Jacassi objected: "Information doesn't jump into our palms, right?"

"Not necessarily, kid!" Lyme smiled sly, his fingers moving on the table, and finally stopped on a stack of brown papyrus, and he handed the inconspicuous things to Elwin, "If you can be careful, you will find this thing!"

"The income of tobacco and the movements of the thieves union?" Elwin whispered the lines of difficult code words, "This is the information from the dock, and there is some daily information about the special tobacco and thieves union."

"It's not daily. There are big secrets hidden in these little things!" Lyme smiled proudly: "Although we lack the most important part of the key data of tobacco, based on this, it is really not difficult to calculate the approximate benefits of that tobacco. Similarly, the task data of the thief union can also reflect their internal trends."

Elwin looked at the stack of papyrus with a gloomy face. Even if she saw the string of numbers representing profits, she couldn't help but feel frightened. Without looking at what was behind, she knew that the form had reached a critical moment when it was about to break out.
Chapter completed!