After paying the city entry fee, Greem sneaked into Zola City easily.
After spending half a day walking around the city, Greem immediately became extremely disappointed.
There is indeed a Holy Light Chapel in the city, but its scale is countless times smaller than the one in Hakans City. Moreover, inside, Greem only sensed a level 2 energy aura, and the rest were all level 1 or inferior.
small role.
Greem hesitated for a long time, and finally gave up his plan to encircle and suppress the Holy Light Chapel, and instead came to a tavern on the edge of Dongcheng District.
Wine and roses.
This is the name of this tavern. It sounds a bit elegant, but when Grim opened the two old and dirty doors and stepped inside, he was immediately mixed with the pungent and cheap aroma of powder and the smell of sweat.
He frowned as he was hit by the unique fragrant aroma of oatmeal wine.
It's not dark yet, but the place is already crowded.
Greem was still dressed as a swordsman and mercenary. His 2-meter-tall height made him look strong and mighty. He stood at the door of the dimly lit tavern, and he had a vaguely domineering air.
A few strong men with arms around their backs, staggering about to go out, bumped into him. Their eyes, which were so drunk that they could hardly open their eyes, met the two cold eyes projected from the tall black shadow, and they immediately opened their eyes.
I got agitated and was half awake from the wine.
These strong men are all members of the Willy Brotherhood in the lower city of Zola City. They are usually fierce and domineering and are famous thugs in the neighborhood. But today, I don’t know what happened. When I met this guy, I couldn’t even see his face.
Their hearts began to beat crazily when they saw Qing's tall figure. Finally, they stepped aside obediently and cleared the way to the counter.
Wherever Greem passed, whether it was the drunkards who were drunk and passionate, the maids who were dressed in fancy clothes and holding plates in their hands, or the men in black who were hiding in the shadows of corners and whispering, they were all there.
Their expressions changed slightly and they hurriedly hid aside.
Many self-proclaimed brave guys suddenly realized their cowardice after instinctively avoiding him. But when they got angry and wanted to make trouble because of their drunkenness, their eyes fell on the tall and majestic figure on the back.
Above, the little 'restlessness' that had just aroused disappeared in an instant.
The tavern owner, who looked like a wine barrel, wiped the sweat rolling down his face with the greasy towel in his hand, and forced a smile on his plump face.
"This... sir, I wonder what you want?"
Judging from Greem's attire, you can tell that he is a down-and-out mercenary wandering around. But when you really stand in front of him and meet his eyes, an indescribable mental pressure will come over you.
Come on, it's almost suffocating.
The difference in life levels between the two sides is too huge. Even though Greem has tried his best to contain all the spilled energy and mental pressure, these ordinary people still cannot remain calm in front of him.
"I need some information..."
Greem did not intend to hide his purpose. As he spoke, he threw out a small cloth bag.
The bag fell on the dark counter, and there was a clear and moving sound of gold coins colliding inside, which made the tavern owner's face instantly become excited and enthusiastic.
He wiped the counter with his plump right hand with a speed that was not commensurate with his fat body, and the heavy cloth bag disappeared in an instant. The other party's movements were so fast that Greem secretly doubted whether he still had a part-time job.
There are special professions such as 'thief'.
The tavern owner's face was full of fat and immediately filled with a flattering smile.
"Sir, have you seen the thin man in the corner over there? His name is Locke, and he is the little intelligence leader of Zola City. If you have any questions, you can ask him... I'll tell you secretly, he is a senior member of the Little Knife Club.
Member!" Listening to the tavern owner's serious introduction, Greem tilted his head slightly and saw the so-called Locke in the dark corner.
This was a thin man dressed in black, with an ordinary face and no features. Only a pair of eyes that rolled around showed his flexible and cunning mind.
As soon as Greem entered the tavern, the guy named Locke had already noticed him. While whispering to a few companions around him, he secretly peeked at him from the corner of his eye. When Greem was prompted by the tavern owner, he cast his gaze.
Coming over, Locke's face twitched involuntarily.
Before Locke could think of any way to sneak out, Greem's tall body was already standing in front of the wooden table. The huge shadow he cast caused the faces of the people at the table to change drastically, and sweat appeared on their foreheads.
"Are you Locke? I need to buy some information from you!" Greem said coldly and straight to the point.
Upon hearing that they were looking for Locke, the other guys dressed similarly to Locke immediately fled from the wooden table, leaving this hidden space to the two of them.
"So you are here to buy information... That's good, that's good..." Locke finally let go of his worries, and a flattering smile appeared on his thin face: "I don't know what to call this lord? What do you plan to do?
What kind of information should I buy?”
"I wonder what happened there in Harkanth City?"
Upon hearing Greem's question, the smile on Locke's face instantly disappeared and turned into an unconcealable shock and horror. Immediately, his doubtful eyes swirled around Greem, and he whispered: "My lord,
What you want to know is top secret information. Officials from the Imperial Intelligence Department have warned us not to pry into it at will..."
"What do you mean...you don't know anything about it?" Greem's tone turned cold.
"Hehehehe... Sir, please don't underestimate our Little Sword Club. We still have the information you want, but it is restricted by the empire and cannot be sold to outsiders!"
Before he finished speaking, a white crystal the size of a fist rolled down the table and landed in front of his eyes.
Even though this place is located in the darkest corner of the tavern, and the light cast by several kerosene lamps hanging on the wall is mostly blocked by the pillars, it still cannot cover up the unique magical luster of the white crystal. The dim light is projected here
A crystal clear white crystal instantly resonated with magical power, making it dazzling in an instant and illuminating half of the tavern as bright as day.
White crystal is a magical gem that is best at absorbing, condensing, and amplifying light. It is also the best treasure for paladins to create high-level holy weapons, so it is absolutely valuable in the Enverk plane.
Locke, who was pretending to be calm just a moment ago, quickly took the white crystal into his arms and escaped from the light. Only then did the dazzling white light slowly dissipate, allowing the place to return to darkness.
There was silence in the tavern for a moment, and all the guys who were dazzled by the white light were rubbing their eyes while secretly peeking into the corner.
"Enough, enough... Sir, this value is definitely enough! But..." Locke gritted his teeth and explained: "The empire has also taken care of us and asked us to pay attention to what kind of people will pay attention to this information. So,
If I don’t know your identity, I..."
Locke's words stopped abruptly.
With his back to everyone in the tavern, the tall figure raised his right hand to his chest, and a tiny milky white halo slowly emerged. The white light was so pure and so sacred that Locke couldn't help but secretly turn to the holy light.
I prayed a few words and confessed the crimes I had committed.
"It turns out you are really an adult! That's easy to handle. I won't hide anything you want to know..."
In the plane of Enverk, the Paladins have a huge influence that transcends all worldly forces. The many noble Paladins who are willing to travel around the world to eradicate ferocious beasts, punish traitors, and save lives and wounds have made this group become a symbol of all walks of life in society.
The sacred profession with the highest class acceptance.
Even if a gray figure like Locke walks in darkness and shadows, when he meets a paladin, he will be admired and respected.
"Sir, I can't take your things. So, if you want to know anything, just ask, I will do my best to help you..."
Greem shook his head and did not take back the white crystal that was covered with black cloth. Instead, he quickly started asking questions in a low voice.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Grim nodded with satisfaction, nodded at the other party, turned around and left the tavern.
From Locke, Greem had already gotten the answer he wanted, so he did not stop in Zola City. He bought two tall and strong horses, purchased some food and water, and went out of the south gate to blend in with the crowd.
Heading towards the south.
The Little Knife Society is indeed a famous intelligence organization in the Zambis Empire. Although they don't know everything that happened in Harkans City, they have a general understanding.
You know, Zola City, where Locke is located, is nearly 800 kilometers away from Hakans City. And now, only four days have passed since the battle between Hakans City, so they can get the intelligence there
Exploring to this point.
For an underground organization that wanders in darkness, this is already a rare thing!
Therefore, through this method, Greem verified the credibility of the information in Locke's mouth. But what he really wanted to know was not the city of Hakans, but the whereabouts of the other two deceitful witches.
They broke into Enverk's plane together two months ago. Due to "unexpected factors", they had to be separated. From Locke's mouth, Greem got the news that the western part of the empire seemed to have been destroyed a month ago.
There were some big disturbances, and some people reported sightings of witches.
The Holy Light Chapel there also sent a large number of paladins to participate in the encirclement and suppression, and seemed to have trapped the opponent in a place called the Dark Forest.
Regardless of whether the other party is Lena or not, Greem feels that he needs to go there! (To be continued)