Chapter 467: Six Hundred Gold Coins for Information
As far as Hector knew, although his father was a count, he would periodically travel out to gain experience and improve his strength. His father's old notes revealed that he had visited the Valley of the Wind three times.
He returned home safely the first two times, but died the third time.
There are three areas in Valley of the Wind: the outer area, the middle area, and the central area.
The wind in the outer area is the weakest, with wind beast levels ranging from one to three.
The wind in the middle layer is strong, with the wind beast level being four to six.
The wind is strongest in the central area, with wind beast levels ranging from seven to nine.
It can be seen from this that the more central the area, the more dangerous it is.
Most adventurers only move around in the outer and middle areas, and only a very small number of people will take the risk and enter the central area.
The first time my father went to the outer area, the second time he went to the middle area, and the third time... he must have gone to the central area, otherwise he would not have died.
What surprised Hector was that his father was only an intermediate magician at the time. How could he enter the central area that even high-level magicians did not dare to enter easily?
Unless someone deliberately set a trap to lure him into the game.
Anyway, after my father passed away, my second uncle, Maisero, was the most suspected.
His purpose this time was to come to the Valley of the Wind to find conclusive evidence and make Myserlo pay the price.
The old man sold a piece of news for a hundred gold coins. Hector gritted his teeth and threw a bag of gold coins on the table.
"Here are a hundred gold coins."
The old man reached out and picked up the purse, weighed it, and without counting it carefully, stuffed it into the storage bag.
"Young man, what news do you want to buy?"
Hector said in a deep voice, "I want to know... do you know an adventurer named Olaman Snowwo? He is accompanied by a magician named Myserlo Snowwo and four swordsmen as guards."
Although this hotel is hidden in an alley and its gate is unremarkable, experienced adventurers should all know its characteristics.
My father and second uncle are nobles.
Nobles all have one common problem, which is that they cannot endure hardship.
Even when they are away from home, they will choose the best hotels and make themselves as comfortable as possible.
This hotel completely meets the requirements of my father and second uncle.
It doesn’t matter if they have never stayed in this hotel. Given their age, they must know some major events that have happened in the town.
After my father passed away, my second uncle built a gorgeous coffin and hired people to escort it back to the Pros Empire by sea, which was definitely a big deal.
Hector glanced at Shu Li with gratitude.
He finally understood Sperian's intention in bringing them to this hotel.
After hearing what Hector said, the old man adjusted his glasses and said, "Your question is not easy to answer."
Hector was startled and asked in confusion: "Why is it difficult to answer?"
"That's not news." The old man's eyes sparkled with wisdom. "If I answer that I know him, will you still ask me about Olaman Snowwo's deeds in the town? And where he and his entourage are going?"
Hector touched his nose. "That's the theory... If you know, I hope you can tell me everything you know."
The old man raised his hand and spread out his five fingers. "Five hundred gold coins, and I will give you everything related to him, no matter how big or small."
"hiss--"
Several gasps were heard in the lobby.
The old man is asking for an exorbitant price!
The Entelin Association in the atrium doesn’t sell information for this price.
Seeing the silence among the guests at the table, the old man said calmly, "Buying information is entirely voluntary. I won't force you."
"Bang--"
Hector threw a large money bag onto the table and said calmly, "Here are five hundred gold coins."
The old man dares to ask for a high price, which shows that he is very confident.
I believe he won't take the money and fool me.
Hector went through the snow mountain maze and made a fortune by selling materials after coming out. He returned to the Pros Empire to claim his father's inheritance and earned another large sum of money. Five hundred gold coins were a drop in the bucket for him.
As long as I can get news about my father, it is worth spending any amount of money.
The old man was very pleased with his generosity. He picked up the big purse and shook it. Hearing the crisp sound of gold coins colliding, he thought with a little regret that he had offered a lower price.
But the town has been in a recession lately, so earning an extra 600 gold coins is pretty good.
"Take your time to eat, I'll go prepare the ingredients."
After putting away his purse, he put his hands behind his back and walked away slowly.
The members of Team Light looked at each other in confusion.
"That's it?" Siti was dumbfounded. "Isn't that too hasty?"
Although Hector is not short of money now, he can't prevent himself from being deceived!
"You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a child." Shu Li took a sip of milk, licked the corner of his lip and said, "If he dares to fool us, we will destroy his hotel."
Although the old man is a Dharma saint, he has a chronic illness, otherwise he would not live in seclusion here.
Disio nodded heavily: "Sperian is right!"
With the strength of Team Light, not only a small hotel, but the entire town of Birita can be razed to the ground.
Of course, they are reasonable magicians and will not harm innocent people.
After lunch, everyone went back to the courtyard to rest. Just as they sat down to drink tea, the old man sent a waiter to deliver a thick brown paper envelope.
Inside the envelope were the materials he had collected.
Shu Li immediately called other teammates to his yard to study together.
"So many? It seems the boss has put a lot of thought into it." Hector excitedly held a stack of papers written in the common language of the continent.
Nasha urged: "Hurry up and take a look, what's written?"
"Yeah." Hector took a deep breath and read the words on the paper clearly.
"It was a beautiful weekend, and a total of ten adventuring teams, five mercenary groups, and 120 scattered adventurers arrived in Birita. The townspeople warmly welcomed the outsiders and provided them with excellent service. Every hotel was packed, except for my hotel..."
Disio raised his hand to interrupt: "That's a lot of nonsense."
Kumandi recorded the aforementioned data in his notebook. "At least I know how many people showed up that day."
Hector cleared his throat and continued reading: "At Old Mo's Inn on the next street, customers were arguing fiercely over room grabs. Fortunately, Old Mo was eloquent and mediated, introducing the six customers who failed to grab a room to my hotel. Twenty-seven years ago, I was younger than I am now, and my eyes were still sharp. I immediately recognized that these distinguished guests were of extraordinary origins—after all, not everyone can wear a ring that represents status. I knew this was an opportunity to make money, so I warmly entertained them."
Shu Li picked his ears.
According to this narrative style, it would take at least twenty pages, right?
Everyone was listening anxiously, with veins popping out on their foreheads. In order to find out the important information, they had no choice but to patiently listen to a bunch of nonsense.
The old man explained that among the six guests, two were mid-level magicians and four were mid-level swordsmen. This was their third adventure in Wind Valley. They had previously stayed at Old Mo's inn, but this time they had arrived at an inopportune time, and with so many guests, they could only secure three rooms. As they were about to check in, a ten-person adventurer team suddenly appeared, and an argument ensued.
Fortunately, Lao Mo was kind and introduced the customer to an old people's hotel hidden in a deep alley.
The six customers were very dissatisfied when they first saw the shabby storefront. However, after entering, they found that the interior decoration and furnishings were unique, and they immediately smiled.
The elderly registered their information.
The two magicians are named Oman and Cero, and the four swordsmen are named Ani, Ailin, Daner and Luke.
It's obviously a pseudonym.
Generally, adventure teams or mercenary groups who want to increase their fame will not use pseudonyms, but some special adventurers who do not want to attract attention will use pseudonyms.
Obviously, these six customers belong to the latter.
After reading this, Hector was basically certain that they were his father and second uncle, as well as the four squire knights who followed them.
Seeing the useful information, he no longer minded the old man's nonsense.
My father and second uncle were very satisfied with the high-quality accommodation conditions here, and asked why they didn’t know about this hotel before. If they had known about it earlier, they would not have clashed with the adventure team.
They are here to gain experience, not to make enemies.
Fortunately, the conflict did not escalate. As long as I am more careful in the future and try to avoid them, nothing will happen.
My father and second uncle paid for a week's accommodation.
Early the next morning, they went to explore the outer area of the Valley of the Wind. They returned to the hotel before dark and sold the second-level wind beasts they hunted to the hotel owner.
An hour later, the wind beast meat became a delicious dish and was served on their table.
The next day, they went to the outer area of the Valley of the Wind again and stayed there for two days, and also returned with a full load.
On the fourth day, my father and second uncle went to the middle area, hunted a fourth-level wind beast, and dug up five intermediate-level wind magic stones.
After returning to the hotel, they did not sell the fourth-level wind beast to the boss, but sold it to a shop in the town that specializes in purchasing wind beasts.
After making some money, the six decided to go to the pub to celebrate.
Unfortunately, they were unlucky and ran into the adventure team that had a conflict with them in the tavern.
The members of the adventure team had drunk too much and were in high spirits. When they saw my father and second uncle, they immediately came over to pick a fight.
They were going to have a drinking contest, and whoever lost would pay a thousand gold coins to the winner.
My father wanted to settle the matter peacefully and rejected their request, but my second uncle was arrogant and couldn't stand it, so he insisted on accepting the bet.
Anyway, they have money and can afford to lose.
My father couldn't persuade my second uncle, so he had to agree.
So, the two sides started a drinking contest, which lasted until midnight, with neither of them giving in.
Perhaps because they sympathized with each other, the members of the adventure team put aside their grudges, were willing to reconcile, and became brothers with their father and second uncle.
Drunkards tend to brag when they are confused. The adventure team invited my father and second uncle to go to the central area of Valley of the Wind, and my father and second uncle actually agreed.
In fact, based on their strength, they are not qualified to enter the central area.
After sobering up the next day, my father realized that he had spoken out of turn while drunk and politely declined the invitation of the adventure team.
However, my second uncle disagreed.
He felt that he had already said it, so how could he take it back?
"The two brothers argued at the dinner table for half an hour, and in the end, the willful younger brother won. Tsk tsk, if I were that older brother, I would have slapped him twice. If he wants to die, just go and do it yourself, why bothering his brother? I did try to persuade him, but unfortunately they wouldn't listen. The next day, they went to the central area of Wind Valley with the adventure team. As expected—"
When Hector read this, his fingers began to tremble involuntarily.
Finally, it came to the part he least wanted to see.
"Sure enough, something went wrong. Six people got out alive, five died, and only my younger brother was carried back by the adventure team, covered in wounds."
"I warned them people would die, they would die, but they didn't listen. Now people have died. Who can I blame?"
"From my perspective, the adventuring team should be blamed. Hey, let's have some conspiracy theories. Did the adventuring team truly want to reconcile with the brothers?"
"I don't think it's possible!"
"After all... this adventuring team belongs to the infamous Demon Hunter group."
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