Although His Royal Highness Kant has made complete preparations for the scouts' trip. Gold coins and silver coins are also well prepared.
But when he walked up the stairs, Claremont was still heartbroken over the dozens of silver coins he had spent.
"It's too black-hearted, dwarves." Claremont read silently.
After settling down and packing their luggage, it was time for everyone to gather for dinner.
Fortunately: the hotel's meals are included in the accommodation, and everyone is free to choose food.
The team of fifty people almost filled the restaurant of the hotel. Seeing this, the owner of the hotel directly took the scouts to another side hall and let them occupy a room exclusively. The baked affairs are brought to the table by the waiter in the restaurant.
After ordering the menu, everyone began to discuss the duel between the tree man and the fire elf mage this morning around the round table.
"I didn't expect the fire elf soldiers to be so strong. When I saw their explosive strength, I was completely shocked." A soldier sighed.
"I think with the strength of these people, our group of people doesn't need to hide when we walk to the dwarves." Another soldier echoed.
"Yeah. Besides, that tree man is no good at all. He was scared away by the fire elf with two moves." A soldier added.
"Have you met the tree man?" A childish voice sounded.
Austin, who laughed at the tree man with everyone, first noticed this question, stopped laughing and looked around: he found a dwarf waiter holding a plate high beside him.
"Trouble you." Austin said politely as he took the dishes from the waiter.
The dwarf waiter was not as high as the table, so that everyone didn't notice his existence until after seeing the barbecue being served on the table.
"Yes, when I went down the mountain today, I met two tree men. After we discovered their tricks, one of the tree men ran away in fear. The other one stayed and said he wanted to show us a good look. They were repulsed by our elf soldiers." A soldier replied.
"Two?" The dwarf waiter's expression became complicated: "It seems that he is not tired of playing such a routine."
"What routine?" A soldier asked puzzled.
"There is only one tree man on this island." The dwarf waiter explained.
"What?!" Everyone was dumbfounded.
DeWitt and the others, who noticed the commotion here, also gathered around the round table where the waiter was sitting to listen.
"But we clearly heard two different voices today." A soldier asked doubtfully.
"The tree man likes to play games like this. Everything you perceive in the jungle is controlled by him. Not to mention the sound, even the human form can conjure up several different ones for you." The waiter used Wiping his hands with the napkin on his shoulders, he said, "You'll know after staying on the island for a long time. That lord is so powerful. Otherwise, why do you think he can fight for hegemony on this island by himself?" Occupy an entire mountain forest."
"Since he is not afraid of our threat, why did he let us go?" asked a soldier.
"I really don't know." The dwarf waiter scratched his head and said, "The lord has kept himself locked up in the mountains since he landed on the island thirty years ago. It is said that his cultivation has not been able to break through the bottleneck. , I want to find my pure self. As a result, I am a bit schizophrenic now, and I am afraid that you have encountered one of the strange personalities he assumed again."
"I see." DeWitt nodded aside.
"Sounds really mysterious." Claremont said with a shrug.
"So, our luck is really good." Abel took a sip of red wine and commented.
"Is every dwarf in this town as well-informed as you?" DeWitt said to the dwarf waiter, smiling.
The dwarf waiter looked up at Dewitt, and replied: "It's nothing like me, I just know the common sense of some passing guests. The dwarf hunters who sell news in the union are really powerful. Election insiders can dig a little information out of their mouths."
"That's amazing!" Abel raised his glass and praised loudly.
This was his third glass of red wine, and he was already slightly drunk.
Claremont help him helplessly to sit down and rest on the sofa in the corner.
"Thank you for sharing." DeWitt nodded to the dwarf waiter. He took out a silver coin from his pocket and placed it on the plate served by the dwarf waiter.
"Thank you for your reward." The dwarf waiter smiled contentedly after seeing the copper coin, and then withdrew again.
During the chat, the dishes were almost ready.
Everyone began to feast on it.
DeWitt wiped his mouth with a napkin after eating a whole delicious steak. Look around: notice that Claremont and Abel are not at the dinner table.
After getting up and looking around, DeWitt walked to the sofa in the corner and saw Claremont chewing soda crackers dryly. And beside him, Abel was sleeping soundly.
"What happened to him?" DeWitt asked.
"I drank three glasses of red wine on an empty stomach, and then I got drunk." Clement replied.
There was really no one to help take care of this elf general, so Claremont could only take on this tiring job by himself.
So much so that I can't even eat now.
"Hurry up and eat, I'll help you take care of him." DeWitt suggested.
"Thank you, Captain." Claremont clapped his hands, waved away the biscuit crumbs stuck to his fingers, and thanked DeWitt.
"Come back quickly." DeWitt sat down on the sofa where Claremont was sitting just now, put a pillow in his arms, and said helplessly: "General Abel is already drunk, and the only ones going out to ask for news tonight are you and me. There are two."
"Got it." After Claremont finished speaking, he immediately ran to the dining table.
The moonlight is hazy, after the banquet is over. DeWitt and Claremont came out from the hotel door.
Head to the Hunter's Guild in the center of the city in the dark.
Even in the middle of the night, the commercial streets of dwarven towns are still bustling.
It's just that in the dark night, there is always a dangerous atmosphere in those pairs of yellow or green pupils.
DeWitt and Claremont didn't talk too much: in this unfamiliar place, there are always ears to be taken into account. It is best to inquire about the good news early and return to the residence.
"Here we are." DeWitt said, pointing to a brightly lit spot on the street.
"Hmm." Claremont's gaze also focused on that area.
There is still a lot of people coming in and out at the entrance of the trade union. The two quickened their pace and approached the building.
(end of this chapter)