"I need a lot of things, everything that can help my clan gain comfort and satisfaction." The black cat's ears trembled, its big eyes were cute, playful and cute.
Robbie thought for a moment and counted on his fingers: "That means we need grilled fish, cat food, cat litter, cat nests, cat toys, cat cans, and do we also need to help you catch mice?"
"I will solve the rat problem myself."
The black cat raised its sharp claws and said confidently:
"No mouse can escape my sharp claws. Catching and teasing mice is one of my hobbies. As you know, we have many uncivilized tribesmen scattered on various planets in the universe. They act cute and coquettish in exchange for delicious food and warmth.
Our residences are actually our eyes and ears, the observer’s eyes and ears spreading across the world.”
Oh my god, Robbie was shocked, as if he knew something terrible.
"Didn't you hear me?" the woman named Margaret yelled, still carrying her "slender feet" covered with mud.
"You are a poor country boy who doesn't know how to appreciate others. In Stormwind City, I don't know how many nobles want to be married to you, but none of them have the honor."
The black cat looked at Robbie who didn't know how to deal with it, shook his head and said: "Margaret was originally a flower arrangement girl. She fell in love with an aristocratic young master, but was abandoned without any accident. She cursed when she was dying.
, I helped her. When she was resurrected, the corpse already had a smell, so something went wrong, and her personality was always a little out of line. My specialty is human charm, and I promoted her to the position of a social butterfly. She was trained by me.
One of his servants and knows many important people."
A putrid corpse with a lost personality can actually become a social butterfly.
Speaking of this black cat demon, it doesn't matter if you show off your superb magic, you should consider the feelings of those nobles. If you are not careful, human aesthetics will be subverted.
"By the way." Black Cat raised its front paw and pointed at Margaret: "She always thought she was very attractive. Don't expose her, as it will affect her self-confidence."
"Lord Black Cat, what should I do?" Robbie asked: "You know my purpose, to let the Black Dragon Princess escape the tragic fate of death and control this black dragon to do things for us."
The black cat scratched his face and looked at Margaret: "In this timeline, you need to make some preparations to achieve your goal. Well, just follow her."
"Follow her?" Robbie was suspicious.
Margaret made a violent voice: "Damn dirty scoundrel, can't you hear me? Very good, I'll let Top teach you a lesson. If you have the ability, just follow me."
Margaret was indignant, and regardless of Robbie's presence at the scene, she skillfully took off her fine clothes and put on a simple dress. After washing off the makeup, she looked much more pleasing to the eye than before, but she still couldn't hide the smell of corpses.
.
Robbie followed Margaret out of the basement and found himself in a spacious and bright mansion in the canal area. This is one of the most expensive areas in Stormwind City, and ordinary little nobles don't dare to dream of it.
Fifteen years after the Dark Portal, the reconstruction work of Stormwind City is coming to an end. The wide streets, quietly flowing canals, and tall and solid city walls have begun to take shape in the future of Stormwind City. Everywhere you can see the busy Mason Brotherhood, in progress.
Finishing work.
The black cat sat on the broom and followed Margaret. Robbie followed the black cat and watched Margaret call a carriage and drive north along the canal, in the direction of the church district.
This woman doesn't know how to go to church.
The carriage was not moving very fast. Robbie could keep up with it on foot. The black cat sat on Robbie's shoulder and chattered non-stop along the way. She pointed at the busy workers and whispered:
"Don't think that these people from the Stonemasons Union are easy to mess with. They are actually a group of thugs. We all know that they founded the Defias Brotherhood in the future. Of course, their craftsmanship is still good."
"Seven years after the Dark Portal, Varian led the remnants to rebuild the Kingdom of Stormwind. Unfortunately, he was never able to overcome his fear of the orcs, and was unwilling to let go of his power, so he lived in such a muddle. Duke Bolvar and the Black Dragon Princess had not yet truly
Taking power, these are Stormwind's most chaotic years."
Going north along the canal, passing through the unfinished church square, the carriage turned west again, passed through the brand-new city gate, and entered the dirty dock area.
Compared to the majestic Stormwind Fortress, the prosperous and tidy trade area, and the solemn and holy cathedral, the current dock area is chaotic and noisy, with simple houses squeezed together, smelly alleys, and garbage and sewage everywhere.
, gamblers and thieves are rampant.
Robbie saw Margaret get off the carriage and walk toward the criss-crossed alleys.
Robbie followed Margaret and knocked down the thief who was approaching with one punch. He saw the hard workers in ragged underwear coming and going in the alley. Most of them smelled of alcohol and had numb faces. The topics they talked about were inseparable from alcohol and alcohol.
woman.
The black cat flew over Robbie's head: "Don't underestimate these dirty hard workers. It is they who support the prosperity of Stormwind City. It is a pity that they are just poor people who are exploited and insulted."
"No, I just sympathize with them."
Robbie threw a copper coin into the beggar's bowl on the roadside.
There were many times when Robbie felt no different from these hard workers.
In order to live, people have to throw away a lot of things, work hard and sweat, endure blind looks, and bear humiliation. In this chaotic world, dignity and integrity are really worthless.
If he hadn't followed the commander, Robbie would probably have been one of them, and his life would have been even worse.
Margaret walked into a dilapidated hotel, looking at the crooked door plaque and the drunken drunkard leaning against the wall. Robbie didn't quite understand that the chief socialite of Stormwind City was very different from a place like this.
Match it.
The black cat flew in front of Robbie and explained: "This is the place Margaret often came to when she was a flower arrangement girl. The few good memories she had during her lifetime are here. Like a dead soul, she always misses her life.
Frequent place.”
"Hi honey, it's nice to meet you."
A strong, elderly bearded man embraced Margaret. He probably didn't know that this inconspicuous woman in front of him had already become the chief socialite in Stormwind City.
"Top, your beard is still so sexy." Margaret smiled brightly. The two of them made love for a while as if they were no one, and then Margaret remembered Robbie:
"Let me introduce you, this is...by the way, what's your name?"
"Robbie Capol, from Lakeside Town." Robbie answered honestly.
"Yes, Robbie, my cousin, a poor boy from the country, came to the city to see the world."
Margaret's expressions and movements were not artificial at all, cordial and natural, and she looked like a well-trained spy.
"You are her fifty-second cousin." Black Cat explained: "She has always been like this."
So it turned out that Robbie knew that he had misunderstood, and he was just mentally unstable.
The bearded Top didn't take it seriously. He was probably used to it. He ordered a cup of cheap beer for Robbie and said to Robbie mischievously: "Young man, do you want to go and have some fun? There is a lot of fun in the big city."
"Have fun?" Robbie glanced at the black cat, who nodded.
Top led the way, and Margaret followed, entering the basement below the tavern. There was actually an underground hotel here.
There are many gamblers, including several nobles, who play a kind of card called Fireside Candlelight. Robbie heard that the upper class also plays a similar game, but the rules are simpler and the pace is faster.
Named Storm Warrior.
Robbie exchanged some chips and played three games. He won one and lost two, so he lost some money. It is normal to throw some money in the bank. The important thing is not to get into trouble, especially unnecessarily.
trouble.
For the rest of the time, Robbie was watching, becoming a spectator. At the same time, he was also observing the surroundings carefully, not letting go of any useful information. Top thought that Robbie had lost all the money he brought, so he ignored Robbie and said hello.
other guests.
Margaret is a good gambler, and she is also the number one socialite in Stormwind City. She is crowded with a group of sweaty old men, shouting and yelling. Robbie secretly shook his head, how unbecoming is this, your nobles?
Do you know where you were born?
The gambling continued for a while, and a goblin with a red hat came in.
I don’t know what happened, but the noisy crowd suddenly quieted down, and the gambling stopped. The winners were happy and stood on the left, while the losers were dejected and stood on the right. They were clearly differentiated.
What's going on? Is this goblin here to collect taxes? Or is it collecting protection fees?
Robbie was also considered the loser. He stood in the right camp and listened to the sighs of the people around him. As for that, he just lost some money. Is there really a gambler who bought his son, sold his daughter, and went bankrupt?
The goblin took out a huge money bag and walked to the winning side.
A strange thing happened. The gamblers threw their winnings into their money bags one after another. The goblin kept track of the accounts one by one, and he did it meticulously.
What's going on? **Draw red?
No, several of them even invested their capital, so what does this mean?
After collecting the money, the goblin tied the mouth of the bag tightly and shouted in a high voice:
"Time is money, my friends, may the light of Grom Hellscream shine on you."
"Thank you Grom Hellscream, may the great orc be crowned king as soon as possible." The gamblers bowed in unison.
After the goblin finished speaking, he picked up the money bag and disappeared in a flash.
Grom Hellscream?
Robbie felt confused, and his worldview collapsed before his eyes.
"This little brother, is this your first time here?" asked a simple and honest little man.
Robbie nodded.
"Then, you are welcome to join the Orc Cult." The little man smiled.
"What? Orcism?" Robbie asked doubtfully, "Do you believe in orcs?"
The little man scratched his head and said shyly: "Yeah, I just joined the religion not long ago. The Orc Cult only accepts gambling money from the winners. I still have to work hard to make money and try to contribute to the orcs' conquest of the world."
What is going on? Robbie is completely confused.
Fifteen years after the Dark Portal, Thrall had yet to show his prominence in the arena and was an insignificant figure.
Most of the orcs are imprisoned in the shelter and cannot be freed. Only Grom Hellscream leads the Warsong clan, fighting hard under the pursuit of the Alliance, and is now in the process of fleeing and migrating for more than ten years.
This year was the low point of the orcs' strength. Why did the mysterious orc cult appear in Stormwind City? (To be continued)