I'm the man who's going to be the Grand Arcanist

Chapter 63 Tarikan Desert

"Old Jack, do you still have a vacant room here?" A tall, middle-aged man walked into the only tavern in Scudder town loudly, and shouted at the owner behind the bar who was wiping his glasses shouted.

When Old Jack heard someone calling him, he quickly put down his wine glass, wiped his hands with a rag on his waist, and said with a smile on his face, "Dear Mr. Hof, unfortunately, someone has booked the last three rooms today. , now there is no place for you."

The brawny man was immediately upset when he heard that, he walked up to Old Jack and slapped the table hard, complaining gruffly: "I told you a few days ago to reserve a guest room for me, How lucky are you to forget about regular customers when you come to big business? The sword in my hand is not polite!"

The tavern owner looked at the mountain of meat in front of him, and didn't dare to say a word of rebuttal. He quickly poured a large glass of ale for Hof, trying to appease the reckless guy, "Oh...Master Hof, you Please be considerate and considerate of me, those distinguished guests are not easy to mess with, they all wear cloaks and cover their faces tightly, they don't look like good stubble at first glance. I have opened this small shop for decades, but I don't want to see it today Get fucked up. Please do me a favor, or you'll go to Miss Sonny's for a couple of days."

Hof scolded his mother, but he didn't dare to do anything to the tavern owner.An old man who can run a tavern in this chaotic town for decades will not be as weak and deceitful as he looks. Just as he turned his head to leave the tavern, he saw a few people walking down the dilapidated stairs.It was still around six or seven o'clock in the morning, and there were only old Jack and two waiters sitting in a daze on the chairs in the tavern, so the creaking sound of the pedestrian stepping on the stairs was very clear.

Hof raised his head and squinted at the two people walking towards him. They were both wearing thick and comfortable woolen cloaks with weird masks on their faces.As a fearless mercenary, Hof looked provocatively at the group of people who had seized his guest room.

The person walking at the front seemed to be the leader of the team. He felt that someone was staring at him. He raised his head and looked at the tall middle-aged man indifferently, and a cold gaze that seemed to have substance pierced into Hoff's eyes.

"Ah!" Hof screamed, with panic and fear in his voice, he turned around and escaped from the tavern at a speed he had never experienced before, and even stumbled over the threshold of the tavern.

A few young men in ragged clothes were standing at the door, whistling to the beautiful women passing by, and looking at those sexy and hot young women with fiery eyes from time to time.

Someone saw his captain running out of the tavern in a state of embarrassment, and immediately went up to greet him flatteringly and said, "Captain Hof, we have finally completed a mission. When will you distribute the commission to the brothers? Everyone is going to find some money." What about fun?"

"I want you to be paralyzed, let me go, if you want to talk nonsense again, I will kill you with a knife!" Hof yelled, "You all have to pick up a few tasks for me, don't rest today."

Hearing his team leader scolding him non-stop, the face of the man who answered the conversation turned blue and then turned pale. According to his usual temper, he would have already killed the person who provoked him with a knife, but the person in front of him was someone with extraordinary skills. The captain had no choice but to hold back his temper and said in a low voice: "Captain, brothers just finished an order, it's time to take a good rest."

Hoff was in a bad mood when he thought of being scared by a look in the tavern, but now he heard someone in the mercenary team challenging his prestige, and immediately became angry: "Damn, you bastard is not alive!" Are you getting impatient? You don’t even listen to what I say?”

After cursing a few words, I felt a little better, and then cursed at several other people: "You guys go and see if there are any new tasks, get out of here quickly, and don't get in my way."

At this moment in the tavern, the mysterious man who scared Hof away walked up to the tavern owner and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you have a map of the vicinity?"

Old Jack was very dissatisfied with being forced to book a room, but he didn't dare to show it in front of these two mysterious men.As a tavern owner who is good at observing words and expressions, Old Jack can see that these two men are very dangerous. Just now he saw that the always arrogant mercenary captain Hoff was scared away by someone, so he didn't dare to speak loudly, so he had to use his The wrinkled old face smiled together: "Two distinguished guests, I happen to have a few very detailed maps here. I should charge five gold coins for selling them to other people. But today I decide to give them to you. I only hope that you can follow the old Jack. Just make friends."

While Old Jack was flattering, he took out two parchment maps from a corner and handed them to the mysterious man.After receiving the map, one of the men nodded his thanks, and then the two mysterious men turned and left the tavern.

"Damn it, you really take yourself seriously. I don't know how many people you are so awesome, old Jack has seen, and there are only a few who survived in the end." Seeing the two people leave, the old man Jack restrained his ingratiating appearance, and quenched a mouthful of phlegm from his mouth.I have been running a tavern here for an unknown number of years, and people who are as misfits as those two were finally buried in the dangerous Tarikan desert.

In fact, what Old Jack didn't know was that the two mysterious men who had left the tavern heard his words clearly.But the two of them didn't pay any attention to Old Jack's curse.

"Wolaika, you were a little impulsive just now. Although no one here can threaten us, it's better to keep a low profile. I don't want to cause any trouble. Now Norman Rahes and the others haven't come yet, please bear with me Bar."

The man who scared the crap out of Hof with his eyes just now, that is, the blood prince Woleika Duane, smiled softly, with no expression on his mask-covered face, "Dear brother, when did you start caring about these weak mortals? gone?"

Prince Fianda Duane replied indifferently: "Wolaika, since our family has decided to cooperate with the Arcane Council, let's quickly abandon those disgusting 'traditions'. These lowly mortals used to treat us more than just food. , can still be used to disguise identities and pets. But now we must respect our parliamentary allies, and don’t hurt these mortals for the time being.”

Compared with other places, the harsh sunlight in the desert disgusted the blood race more, Woleika thought so, and then tightened her wool cloak tightly, trying to drive the sun away from her.At the same time, Woleika seemed to mention someone casually: "Maybe I can see my dear nephew this time, brother."

Prince Fianda was silent for a while, and replied: "Since Alvin has sworn to leave our family, he is just a stranger to me. You don't need to call him 'nephew' in such an intimate way."

Her elder brother is really boring. Wolaika not only hates the hot sun in the Tarikan Desert, but also begins to hate Fianda who walks beside her.

Along the way, Woleika saw many armed men and women in scantily clad clothes. Those men with swords and hard bows looked at her vigilantly. Woleika felt the greed and disdain in their eyes.And the eyes of the women are as hot and direct as the sunshine here.

Countless women who read people seemed to see the handsome faces of Woleika and Fianda hidden behind the masks. They stared straight at the two men who wrapped themselves up tightly, and the desire conveyed in their eyes made Wo Leka Laika is all too familiar.

After all, every time he walks among the human nobles, he can see the gazes of those noblewomen and baronesses, but those noblewomen with luxurious backgrounds are better at concealing themselves.

Of course, Volika also knew that she and her brother were dressed too strangely. The men in Scudder Town wore light leather armor and sandals, while the women exposed their plump breasts and short skirts that only reached their thighs. .But Wolaika was wearing a thick cloak and a mask with only eyes exposed.Only in this way can the old enemy of the vampire - sunlight be separated from himself.

Woleika took out the sheepskin map that old Jack gave him just now from his sleeve, and he gently rubbed the map with his right hand with a leather glove.

The Talikan Desert, located east of Pallante, is one of the most chaotic regions in the entire empire. It is said that people have settled here since before the empire was founded.The business of the men who live here is to rob caravans and villages, and the voices of the women are to satisfy the men who live here.

The Tarikan Desert is not without management, but the local administrators stationed by the empire will never return to their hometown as long as they take office. Therefore, the so-called governor of Tarikan is like a nightmare to the center of the empire, and it has nothing to do with an extrajudicial place. the difference.

Chaos and plunder are synonymous with this place, but this place is of great significance to the Secret Law Council and the Duane family.

Just a week ago, Norman Rahs mentioned that this might be the place where the first speaker of the parliament, Delfina, and the ancestor of the vampire, Safi, disappeared.So the council and the Duane family decided to go straight here and start the search.

After walking out of the relatively peaceful town of Scudder, Volika sensed that someone was secretly following behind, and the corners of her mouth before the mask were slightly raised, "Dear brother, the little guys behind us thought they were chasing mice Is it a cat?"

Fianda glanced at Woleika and said, "Treat it cleanly, by the way...don't think about food."

"Of course, as a nobleman, I'm not interested in the blood of a few rough men."