Jason went back to the tavern ambush, but in the end he didn't buy the information from Jiying. He originally thought it was common for him to get some information about the Black Forest based on his friendship with Zhou Qingfeng, but Jiying refused to agree.
In order to win Jason to participate in the battle with Cthulhu, Zhou Qingfeng fulfilled his contract after the war and gave a lot of "occult" knowledge from Cyric. This knowledge has greatly helped Jason study arcane arts.
Back at the tavern, Jason wondered if he would directly ask Zhou Qingfeng for more knowledge. Fabro called him over and closed the door.
"Jason, how much do you know about Victor Hugo?" Fabro asked seriously.
The wizard apprentice was a little worried, and asked, "Teacher, what happened?"
Fabro said with a sullen face, "You said before that Victor Hugo defeated the Cthulhu, but I suspect that the Cthulhu was not expelled at all."
"No, we really won the battle with the God of Murder, and the dark sun's influence in the Black Forest was cut off." Jason was also taken aback and quickly defended.
Fabro didn't fight alongside Zhou Qingfeng before, and he shook his head in doubt without hesitation; "That's not necessarily true. Dark Sun is best at setting up conspiracies and scams." While speaking, he pointed to the many scrolls spread out on the table. "Because this information is true."
Spent fifty gold coins, this is a lot of money, can it not be true
Fabro frowned, "I have studied Silver Leaf City for decades, but my gains in decades are not as good as the paper rolls bought from these fifty gold coins. Any map here depicts more than my personal notes. The above record is clear.
I was thinking about the information that I bought with fifty gold coins. As long as there are one or two pieces of content, it is really worth it. But the information is all true, which not only didn't make me happy, but scared.
I even hope to find out the slightest error, but many of the contents are impossible to falsify. It must be known to the elves who lived here. If we can get this information early, our exploration will not experience such a disastrous failure. "
Jason knew what his teacher meant-although fifty gold coins were expensive, compared with the information advantage brought by these scrolls, it was a big profit. After all, a lot of people can be killed, so that they won't lose their money.
Fabro continued: "After reading these scrolls, I was deeply shocked. I have a suspicion that the person who can provide this knowledge really expelled the dark sun? Will he still be possessed by the dark sun?"
Jason wanted to complain about the teacher's surprise. But Fabro's last sentence scared him a lot. After all, the gods are beyond ordinary people's speculation. Who can say with certainty that Victor Hugo must have won
"If it were you, who had obtained so much rare knowledge and information, would you make them public?" Fabro asked.
Jason was dumbfounded, shook his head and said, "No."
"Then why would Victor Hugo? This was revealed by an undead and half-demon. It's really weird." Fabro is old and has a lot of intrigues, thinking about bad things when he encounters anything. He never naively thought that pie would fall in the sky.
Following the thinking of his teacher, Jason also felt scared. He said weakly, "I have seen Victor Hugo contact the demon of the abyss with my own eyes. He talked with a succubus quite frankly and showed no signs of being charmed."
Normal people want to be extremely stable in their minds without being affected by the succubus. It is not a legendary existence, and has no such ability at all. Fabro and Tui Ren felt that Zhou Qingfeng was unfathomable.
"A large number of adventurers are attracted to Harmony Village, is this a conspiracy?" Fabro had such a thought in his heart, and the more he felt his heart beat. He originally wanted to see Zhou Qingfeng, but at this moment he just wanted to hurry away from the place of right and wrong.
Fabro said to leave and called the others in the team to leave, but when he went out he had to find the carriage in the village. His horse was lost in the forest a long time ago, and now he has no memory of his'mountain technique'. It would be too painful to return to Coldwind City on foot.
In the village, a carriage goes to Coldwind City every day, and will not leave before time. Fabro waited anxiously, and could only pretend to wait outside the tavern as if nothing had happened. After finally waiting for the carriage to set off, a group of adventurers from Coldwind City arrived first.
One person got off the carriage first, the dwarf witch doctor old Borg. He just went to Coldwind City to pick up some followers of Talona, the Mother of Plague.
These people dress very strangely. Some wear dead branches on their heads, some have poison ivy on their ears, and some have inexplicable tattoos on their faces. They are all vipers and scorpions. The fragments of ornaments hanging on their bodies are also very scary, including the shrinking heads of howling people.
Seeing these people, Fabro felt a little frightened. Because this group of people shakes three steps at a time, the guys who seem to be sick people believe in the goddess of poison and disease, they are notoriously difficult to deal with.
After getting out of the car, the old Borg shouted in a loud welcome, "This is Harmony Village, the best village in the entire Northland. Victor Hugo is a good leader. He can tolerate an alien like me, and will also accept him. Yours.
Your Excellency Hugo is very wise, he has a deep understanding of medicine. I will show you the secret knowledge he taught, and I promise you have never understood it. Moreover, the powerful medicine he gave was unheard of, and the people in this village were less sick. "
Old Borg turned the tricks and praised Zhou Qingfeng. The believers of the'Mother of Disease' entered the village doubtfully. Because of their beliefs and daily behaviors, they are discriminated against and expelled elsewhere, and it is really rare to get a stable place.
When these'tuberculosis ghosts' left, the carriage went up and down one more person, hunched over and staggered. Except for the hand holding the wooden staff, he was covered in a tattered black robe.
But it was the exposed palm, shriveled, gray, and rotten like a mummy in a coffin. Fabro only looked at this outfit, and immediately jumped away a few steps in shock, fully focused and ready to go to war immediately.
The black robe lifted slightly, with dark red eyes inside. A hoarse laughter came from under the robe, "Fabro, long time no see. Where is your arcane robe that you sold for a thousand gold coins?"
Fabro's forehead was sweating, and he was so absorbed in that he didn't dare to be distracted or even frightened. Because the guy on the opposite side is a believer in Velsharon, the lich god. Although the opponent is not a powerful lich, he is a terrifying necromancer.
The black-robed wizard sneered for a while, and whispered with a grinding-wheel-like rubbing voice: "Go away, Fabro, I am not interested in killing you coward now. I don't want to have a dispute on the first day here, the ruler here. I will definitely not be happy."
Fabro was sweating coldly, he thought Victor Hugo was suspicious, and now he believed that the other party must have a problem. Because the terrible guys in the Northland have all come to this weird village. He tremblingly climbed into the carriage and urged the coachman to leave.
"It's not the metamorphosis of playing with poison and the plague, or the necrophilia that manipulates the soul and death, and there is a conspirator who may be affected by the evil god. This damn place seems to be a gathering place for evil people.