The noisy tavern was still accompanied by a dirty and stench. Over the past few days, there were still a lot of people coming and going. Rhodes found that many of the customers in this tavern were regulars. They would come here every now and then to order a glass of wine and a few drinks.
Plate small dishes, sit together in twos and threes, chat and brag, and use alcohol to relieve daily fatigue. This kind of fatigue is not only physical, but also mental. After all, in the land where darkness falls, demons are in chaos and pain is growing.
From the conversations of these people, Rhodes also roughly figured out the scope of activities of vampires. Just like the tavern owner Kidd said, they most of the time appear in the suburbs, not directly in the castle, and most of them appear in the suburbs.
In most cases, those who die are livestock. Deaths of people are rare, but they do happen occasionally.
Rhodes was just surprised that people in this town seemed to be used to this. As Kidd said, rich people are afraid of death, while poor people sometimes only have a momentary fear of death. Looking at it in the long run,
Death is actually a relief for the poor.
"Have you noticed? The man in black is always staring at us in the corner."
In the noisy tavern, Bogul sat opposite Rhodes and whispered. Although he has not been a ranger for many years, he still has the ability to observe people's emotions. For several days in a row, the dwarf noticed the black man sitting in the corner of the tavern.
people.
He always wears a tall round hat with the brim so low that his face is almost invisible. Only a pair of dark eyes peek out from behind the tall hat from time to time, observing the people and things around him like a night owl. He almost
He comes here every day, and his attire has not changed. He wears a black fur coat, a brown undershirt, and a long cane that looks mysterious.
Moreover, he was different from the people around him. Everyone came here in groups to drink happily, but he always stayed alone and never drank much. There always seemed to be only a glass of ale and a bowl of stew on the table.
"I've noticed it, I've noticed it from the beginning." Rhodes made a gesture, "Observe for two more days to see what he wants to do. Whether it is an enemy or a friend, it is not easy to judge yet."
"Those who hide in the dark and observe others are generally not good birds."
Bogul whispered.
"Indeed, but that's not all." Rhode picked up the wine glass, took a sip of wine, and continued - "Did you know that in Kislev, there is a special profession called the secret police?"
"You know, like some espionage professions."
"It's almost the same, but there are differences. Spies in other places only provide information to their masters, but Kislev's secret police are not just as simple as providing information. On some special occasions, they can even replace the local police in law enforcement and will
Certain special prisoners were detained, arrested, and interrogated secretly. They were the Tsar's men, and some were directly under the orders of the Tsar himself."
"That's the queen?"
Bogur let out a wine burp.
"Yes. So the lords and officials across Kislev are very afraid of the Snow Queen. They are afraid that if they say something wrong or do something wrong one day, it will immediately reach the Queen's ears. These secret police are everywhere, they may be
The guards standing guard at the door may be noble knights of the kingdom, or wandering knights, or stewards of certain lords. In short, they are everywhere and are a force that many lords and officials fear."
Rhodes whispered.
"Your queen is very perverted and a very controlling old woman."
Bogur joked.
"She is not my queen. Although she is now, she will not be in the future."
Rhodes answered in a low voice with a straight face.
"So you suspect that the man in black is the secret police sent by the Queen to monitor you?"
The dwarf asked next.
"It's possible, but I'm not 100% certain yet."
"Actually, I don't understand. Since your queen has sent you to exterminate vampires, why does she have to monitor you? Why does she have concerns about you? God's Chosen One? Will having too high a reputation affect her dominance? It's better to just do it directly
Let's have a duel and see who wins and who becomes the king, isn't it simple?"
Bogur mocked, and he took another sip of dark beer. The wine dripped down his beard and fell on the table like water from a waterfall.
"not that simple."
Rhodes smiled...
Just as the two were chatting animatedly about the issue of the man in black, Caroline walked out of the room on the second floor. In the past few days, she had been dressing more and more conservatively. Some of the elegant clothes used on aristocratic occasions were not considered appropriate here.
So it applies. The Frost Witch can clearly feel that every time she goes out, there are always some restless eyes secretly staring at her.
So, she followed Rhode's suggestion and appeared in public wearing the simplest clothes. But even so, she still couldn't avoid some greedy eyes. After the Frost Witch came downstairs, she sat quietly next to Rhode.
After Rod introduced her new identity to the tavern owner, Caroline had to accept this new identity - Mrs. Madina.
"What are you talking about?"
As soon as Caroline sat down, she anxiously asked about the conversation between the two men. She was as curious as ever. But this was like the Caroline Rhodes knew. In Blackhammer Castle, she could be curious enough to explore the underground hot springs.
He took over the magpie's nest; he took the risk and secretly headed to the empire with him, just to see the world outside Kislev; when he heard that he was about to go north to Dulong City, he desperately wanted to follow him.
, this is the Caroline that Rhodes is familiar with.
"We were just talking about the man in black."
Rhodes whispered. He didn't even turn his head, as if nothing happened.
"Don't stare at him, it will attract his attention."
Caroline was about to turn around, but was stopped by Rhodes.
"O'Lion, you're here again."
The conversation between Rod, Caroline and Bogul was interrupted by a burst of noise. A short and thin middle-aged man walked in from outside the door. He seemed to be a regular customer, because as soon as the man came in, many people shouted
His name was announced. Some even whistled and offered drinks and nuts, but it was more like a reward.
"What's the story today?"
The drinkers began to shout.
"Storyteller, he is a storyteller. When I was a child, I often went into the tavern to listen to these storytellers telling stories. Usually, they would tell some stories about what they saw and heard on their journeys, and
Some legends and stories, or just some news, gossip and so on. In short, good storytellers are usually very popular, and the income from a wonderful speech is quite good. But most storytellers actually tell
Some self-created ghost stories, or ghost stories that combine various mythological elements. After all, there are many listeners, but there is not something new every day, and it is normal not to have so many stories to tell."
Talinnam explained that as the most down-to-earth person in the group, he was quite familiar with the urban life. He knew some things that even Rhodes didn't know. Because as he said, before becoming an attendant, he knew