Chapter 54: Unexpected Return, Reflection and Introspection, Martial Law
There was no elaborate mechanism or any special password. Just like opening an ordinary door, Gonzalez held the ring of the iron door, turned and pulled it, and the door opened silently.
Immediately, a cool breeze blew in from outside the door, bringing fresh vitality, a slight chill of midnight, and a wisp of familiar wine aroma.
The flame of the bronze torch has been extinguished, but the light of a candle is enough to illuminate the field of vision.
Moriarty stood inside the door, looking out the door, seemingly stunned, and also seemed a little enlightened.
It turns out that after a long and strange journey underground, the mysterious exit that we finally reached was actually the Roland Bar.
For a moment, Moriarty felt a very real sense of unreality. It was as if the strange experiences of the past few hours were just a drunken hallucination, and the real self had never left.
However, the reality is different after all. Because at this moment, Moriarty no longer sat outside the bar, but stood inside the bar.
It was already early in the morning, and according to the old rules of the bar, Roland's customers had already dispersed.
In the hall, all the round tables have had their tablecloths removed, revealing black and clean wooden tabletops. Hundreds of chairs have been turned over one by one and placed upside down on the table, like newly planted leeks, with the chair legs pointing upwards.
Only a tabletop in the corner of the hall had not been cleared away, because there was still someone drinking alone by the candlelight.
Hearing the sound of the iron door opening, the lazy figure drinking alone slowly stood up from the table, turned around and looked at the bar. The waterfall-like long red hair flowed gently and was reflected in the darkness.
Hazy light.
"Is there trouble in the market?" Looking at Gonzalez and Moriarty behind the iron gate, Pagliese was surprisingly calm. She just continued to slowly turn the small wine glass in her hand and asked, but she didn't know.
Who are you asking?
"A little shaman from Wolfgang sneaked in and had a fight, but someone was injured." Gonzalez stepped out of the iron gate, gently laid White on his shoulders flat on the bar, and at the same time
At the same time, he took a bottle of Lester at hand, knocked off the cap, and stuffed it directly into the wounded man's mouth.
"Little shaman?" The red-haired lady gave Gonzalez a strange look and walked quickly to the bar.
"Okay, I admit, that's a scepter shaman. He looks very young, but he can summon the 'breath of the god of war'. Damn it, this world is really getting crazier." It seems that Pug can't stand it.
Under Liz's gaze, Gonzalez had no choice but to tell the truth, and then couldn't help but complain.
"It's the Frost Throwing Spear... Is there an ice giant who also participated in Cruelder's operation?" The red-haired lady ignored the bald head, put the wine glass aside, and then directly tore White's coat open, inspecting the ice that was still covered with ice.
He frowned as he penetrated the wound.
"It should be a half-orc of ice giant descent. White blocked the spear in order to protect me." Moriarty stood at the bar, looked at Pugliese opposite, and nodded apologetically.
"Paglaise, can you handle it?" At this time, Gonzalez removed Lester's bottle from White's mouth, then stuffed it into his own mouth, took a deep breath, and asked.
"Is that okay, Pagliese?" Moriarty gently put his hand on White's cold forehead, looked at the red-haired lady, and asked in a deep voice.
"I will try my best." Pugliese glanced at Moriarty, nodded, then turned to Gonzalez and said: "Send him to the guest room upstairs first, and prepare hot water and water at the same time.
Silver knife. In addition, the black market cannot be ignored. If we can find a way to block Wolfgang's talented shaman in Ford Fortress, then we should be able to make up for our losses. Although, I think
The likelihood of success is not high.”
"Okay, okay, as usual, you make up your mind and I'll do it." Hearing the red-haired lady's words, the bald man immediately smiled and nodded in agreement, then picked up White from the bar and greeted Moriarty.
After making a sound, he entered the small narrow door on the other side.
"Thank you, Pagliese." Moriarty watched Gonzalez leave, and finally took a long breath, with tiredness in his eyes.
"You should go back to the Doro Caravan's station first. There will be a curfew in a while, and tonight is destined to be unrest." Pagliese shook her head gently, picked up her previous wine glass, and handed it to the other party: "
Don’t worry, I will do my best to help your companions.”
"Thank you." Moriarty took the wine glass with a faint red lip mark on the rim, took a deep breath, drank the remaining wine in one gulp, and then walked out of the bar and passed by Pagliese.
Side and left Roland Bar directly.
Passing through the revolving door of Roland's Bar for the third time, Moriarty walked alone on the streets of the fortress in the early morning.
In the distance, the lights in the Torch Market have dimmed. The merchants who have worked hard all day finally put away their goods and took a short rest.
In order not to cause unnecessary trouble, Moriarty did not make any further stops and hurried back to the inn along the route he remembered.
In the early morning, there were almost no pedestrians on the street, and the nearby shops were basically closed. Only the sound of the patrol's untidy boots could be heard faintly in the distance, giving people a certain illusory sense of security.
About a quarter of an hour later, Moriarty successfully arrived at the caravan's station and encountered no unexpected troubles along the way.
At this time, all the people in Doluo have fallen asleep. The caravan members who have worked hard for a day do not have the capital to stay up late or have fun, because when the sun rises again in a few hours, they will be greeted by a long and long journey.
A hard journey.
In the inn, there was only an old night watchman who was still on duty half asleep. Moriarty didn't even bother to disturb him, and went straight back to the separate room that had been assigned to him and White for the night during the day.
Gently closing the door, Moriarty sat down beside the low wooden bed. A ray of moonlight slanted westward, through a small transom above the head of the bed, scattered on Moriarty's body, making everything clear.
It was stained with a hazy paleness.
Moriarty was not sleepy, nor had any desire to rest. He lowered his head slightly, placed his hands on the rough edge of the bed, and closed his eyes.
It's time for reflection and introspection.
It has to be said that tonight's series of events was a heavy blow to Moriarty, but it was also a rare and timely baptism.
Since waking up in this new world, Moriarty's journey has been a little too smooth. Whether it is regaining the trust of Baron Ensberg, or dealing with the challenges of other noble families such as Salk and Luo Yanta, etc.
To win over and challenge, and even face the killer's attack, Moriarty can handle it properly and solve all problems with an almost perfect posture.
In the eyes of others, it seems that no accident or twists and turns can affect Moriarty. Even if he has to leave Ivy Garden in the end, or will eventually lose his family's inheritance, Moriarty's eyes are always calm and calm.
.
But tonight, Behemoth Shaman from Krulod gave Moriarty a "valuable lesson."
This lesson allowed Moriarty to truly remember the meaning of "caution" and "humility", even though it had gradually expanded unknowingly.
He had always reminded himself this way before; this lesson made Moriarty fully understand that before he had enough power, he was just a young seedling. In this world where dragons and demons coexist,
There are really too many existences that can easily destroy him.
Although the magical crystal book and the incredible magical talent can indeed bring Moriarty an unlimited future. But at the moment, he really has no reason or capital to be arrogant or complacent.
Imagine that without White's life-saving intervention, Moriarty would be nothing at this time.
In the next few hours, Moriarty spent the whole time in memories and thoughts. There was even a fierce conflict and a huge explosion coming from the window, but Moriarty didn't pay any attention to it. Until the sun
It rose as usual again, and everything seemed to be calm again, until Butler Franklin knocked on the door.
Putting on a new robe, Moriarty opened the door for Franklin. But the steward did not come in and remained standing at the door.
"Are we about to leave?" Moriarty's eyes looked a little red and swollen from fatigue, but they were as deep as a well.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Morty. It looks like our trip will be delayed." Franklin said with some embarrassment: "Just now, the commander of the army came to inform that from this morning, Fort Ford will implement martial law. Until special permission is obtained,
, prohibiting anyone and any caravan from entering or exiting the fortress.”
"Did something happen?" Moriarty glanced at the caravan steward in confusion.
"That's not clear." Franklin shook his head and cautiously made no comment.
"It doesn't matter. I'm not in a hurry to get to Bracada anyway." Moriarty nodded: "We just have to wait patiently."
"Mr. Moriarty, thank you very much for your understanding. I will resign first. If there is any new news, I will inform you as soon as possible." Seeing that Moriarty did not complain or complain, Franklin immediately looked relaxed.
He stood down and then left directly.
Because the entire trip was delayed due to the sudden blockade of Fort Ford, there were many additional matters in the caravan that required the steward to make adjustments and arrangements one by one. After all, an extra day of stay was unnecessary.
, which means an extra profit is lost. As the leader and person in charge of this team, Franklin naturally has to find ways to reduce costs and recover losses.
