"You mean, you want to go to the City of Fortune with Kruveen?"
Claude frowned slightly.
Just like the elders don't want their children to go to some inappropriate places, the old bishop of the Goddess of War doesn't want Roland to go to a place like the City of Fortune.
It was not a matter of worrying about whether Roland would learn badly during this trip, but a matter of worrying about whether Roland would be able to come back.
Claude was worried about what would happen if Roland was deceived in the City of Fortune. Once Roland's identity as a half-elf was discovered, or he was simply targeted, Roland's status as Druid would bring disaster.
City of wealth, land of lawlessness——
Claude heard it from one of his students. In the slave trade in the City of Fortune, they would not follow the tradition of other places to send the heirs of the nobility and church back safely and collect a part of the legal ransom. Instead, they would send
They are sold as common or even rare commodities.
They have no regard for the fact that this method of confounding the noble and the inferior will tarnish those sacred and noble bloodlines. Instead, they use it as a gimmick to increase the value of the product.
——Simply outrageous!
Claude cannot accept this kind of person who despises authority. Even Bantha's move to lift the ban on luxury goods some time ago and allow merchants to sell fresh beef and mutton to civilians makes Claude very incomprehensible.
He firmly believes that food of a certain level should be given to people of a certain level. Just like in the slums of Bansa, the temple distributes white bread and milk during festivals, and the poor people will have a great time after feasting.
Diarrhea for a long time. Claude believes that this is because their blood does not allow them to eat this noble food.
There is a clear distinction between superiority and inferiority - this is Claude's bottom line.
He liked what God Tyre said very much - not knowing one's humbleness means not knowing reverence.
If everyone is truly equal as the Yali people advocate, maybe those untouchables will also lose their fear of the gods.
This is something Claude cannot accept no matter what.
In Claude's view, Roland should never be mixed up with people like Kluvien. As a half-elf, Roland has part of the silver blood in his body, and he has no relationship with the vulgar, violent, and stupid mountain people.
Just not a stranger.
Poor blood is contagious——
"If possible, I still hope you don't go to the City of Fortune. It's not a good place."
Claude said to Luo Lan completely sincerely.
"I know too. But I do have to go there for something." Roland's tone was calm but firm.
Claude sighed and nodded.
After all, Roland was not from their team. Although he had something in his heart that he wanted to say to him, he couldn't say it because of his own position.
Claude also knew in his heart that he was not one of Roland's, and he had no position to say anything.
But from the standpoint of an elder, he still pulled Roland aside and muttered something to him in a serious voice. Roland also listened to Claude's kind warnings with a serious look on his face, nodding from time to time.
After Esther left, Roland immediately went to see Kruveen and told him that he also had something to go to the City of Fortune, hoping that he could take him with him.
In addition to going to the City of Fortune to look for clues about Death Crow's job change and taking advantage of the prophet's advantage to get some things, Roland also had his own plans.
He must act with Macon and his group.
To be precise, Roland wanted to go to the White Tower with An Ruosi.
However, the same sentence remains - there is no position.
Not only did Claude have no position to interfere with Roland's ideas, Roland also had no position to follow Macon and the others.
Whether it was from the perspective of a Druid or a rescued person in distress, Roland had no reason to continue to follow Macon and the others after arriving at Kalar.
After all, Marken and the others are mercenaries on the surface. They are the guards of the God of Contract, and only they can guarantee their credibility. If anyone can be as reliable as a mercenary, then why are mercenaries needed?
?
Even if Claude trusts Roland, he has to consider the thoughts of Macon and others who are "mercenaries." While hiring a group of people, he also wants to drag another person into the team - no matter whether this person is
It's obviously not good to be a protector or a protected person.
So Roland planned to withdraw from their sight first. When Claudia received Edward, Macon and Kruveen and left the team to report intelligence to their superiors, Roland would join the team as a friend.
It just so happened that Roland also needed to go to the City of Fortune to take advantage of the prophet's advantage to pick up some things and see if he could find some information about the job change and death crow.
...And, reasonable leveling by spawning monsters.
"Then, Roland and I will leave first."
At this time, Kruveen pushed the door open and walked in. On his back, which was as thick as a bear, was a heavy bag of luggage. But he seemed to be carrying nothing at all, smiling cheerfully and relaxedly.
Claude nodded secretly.
The City of Fortune does not allow strong men above the gold level to enter. Based on Kruveen's combat experience, a battle of this level should not be difficult for him.
In this way, Roland's safety may be guaranteed.
"Kluvien, after you finish completing the customs clearance documents, protect Roland by the way, and then come back after Roland's matter is resolved. Then we will meet up in Luther Town," Macon said in a deep voice, "An Ruosi
!”
"exist!"
The young wizard wearing a monocle nervously clenched the crystal wood cane in his hand, with a little joy reflected on his face.
"Kluvien is no longer in the team during this period, and the safety of the eldest lady depends on you."
Maken patted An Ruosi's shoulder and said earnestly.
"yes!"
An Ruosi looked serious, with a faint light shining in her eyes.
Roland saw it in his eyes and didn't say anything, just smiled.
He turned around, called Kruveen and walked out of the room together.
After they left the hotel, Roland suddenly stopped after taking a few steps.
"What's wrong? Our swordsman genius?"
Kruveen turned around and said teasingly.
Roland slowly raised his head and said in a strange tone: "Nothing. I seemed to have heard a few bird calls just now, but I didn't recognize its species, so I was a little curious."
At that moment, Kruveen's expression changed drastically.
Then he laughed loudly and pretended not to care, and patted Roland hard on the back: "Ah haha, as a druid, your basic skills are not good enough!"
But Kruveen no longer walked in front, but inadvertently fell back, leveling with Roland.
"where?"
The moment Kruveen lowered his head, his lips moved slightly, and he asked quietly in a voice that only Roland could hear.
Roland shook his head.
"It's probably local," Roland replied in a normal voice and tone, "Don't worry about it. It's almost winter, and it's hard to catch any birds that can still be seen jumping around outside."
Kruveen was silent.
Roland's words were not just ordinary complaints, but the code words of Kluvien's legion. They were mainly used to communicate when being monitored.
He could tell from Roland's words that their current situation was very serious: the monitors were locals, most likely a local official force, but he didn't know how many there were, and it was impossible to determine the force they belonged to.
Moreover, Roland, as a magical professional, could not tell how many people were following him. This shows that the strength of the stalker must be at least Silver level or above.
There is no doubt that multiple silver levels - and multiple silver levels of stealth professions are absolutely impossible for the two of them to resist.
... Something big happened. And it was directed at me and Roland.
Kruveen's heart was as bright as a mirror.
At this moment, he just hoped that no one saw the two of them walking out of Marken's room, so that Marken and the others who knew nothing about it would not be implicated.
"Then, let's go faster?"
With his last extravagant hope, Kluvien asked Roland.
But Roland shook his head: "No need, just walk slowly."
The moment Roland said those words, Kruveen knew that the battle was inevitable.
There is no need to walk faster - this shows that they are not targeted because they are outsiders or simply because they are robbing money. The enemy is really coming for the two of them. And one of them dares to chase them in the city.
The one who kills the druid can only be another druid.
In this case, it would be meaningless even if Roland and the others fled the city quickly. Since they dared to take action in the city, it meant that they would not let Roland and the others go because they gave in.
Therefore, instead of spending a lot of energy running and being overtaken by someone in the end, it is better to walk slowly, find a place to wait, and ambush them.
Just when he gritted his teeth and was about to take out the dancing shield from his back and strike first, Roland stretched out his hand to stop him.
"Don't worry," Roland responded in a low voice, "They are coming towards me. Let's separate. You get rid of the small group of enemies and gather through the south gate. I will look for you when I arrive."
"Then what do you do! What kind of friendship do you have as a mountain man?"
Kruveen shouted angrily.
"You will harm me if you keep following me," Roland shouted mercilessly. "I can get rid of them, but your goal is too big and my identity will be exposed."
...If that's the case, what's the point of gathering?!
Kruveen sighed deeply in his heart.
At this point, he could only believe in Roland. He believed that Roland could run away.
Just because the two of them stopped covering up their remarks, the surveillance intensity around them continued to increase at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. In such a short time, even Kruveen could feel several pairs of eyes staring at him fiercely.
look.
Realizing that he really couldn't escape if he didn't run, Kruveen gritted his teeth, turned around and ran towards the west. For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piotian.net