Chapter 470 New Information Found
Hector, Nasha and Siti went shopping together.
They deliberately passed by Helena's Tavern on the next street, but as expected, it was not yet time, the door of the tavern was closed, and there were no employees around.
After observing for a while, they had to give up and come back at night.
Nasha asked Hector: "Where are we going next?"
Hector thought for a moment and said, "I want to ask the carpenter who made my father's coffin about the situation."
Siti had no objection. "Let's go!"
The town of Birita is neither big nor small. Carpentry shops are scattered on the streets. It takes at least three or four hours to walk from one end to the other.
Hector didn't want to spend money to buy information from the old man in the hotel, so he used the process of elimination to find out who was the carpenter who made the coffin for his father.
Either the one closest to the hotel, or the one with the largest display and the best craftsmanship.
They spent two gold coins and found a guide to take them to the two carpentry shops.
The boy, about seven or eight years old, happily put away the gold coins and walked in front of the three magicians with a swagger.
Sangmu was very happy because he finally earned the money as a guide.
Seeing the boy walking with such a vigorous manner, Siti smiled and asked, "You're working at such a young age. Does your family allow it?"
Hearing this, Sang Mu turned around and said nonchalantly, "It's none of their business."
Nasha was puzzled: "Why can't I control it?"
Sangmu shrugged and said, "They are all in heaven!"
Heaven?
Nasha and Siti were stunned.
Hector was surprised: "Are you an orphan?"
Sang Mu folded his arms behind his head and walked backwards, his slightly dirty face without a trace of sadness. "Yes, I'm an orphan, so I can only earn money to support myself."
Although Siti is the princess of the Serex Empire, she has been working outside for many years and gradually understands the sufferings of the lower-class people.
Upon learning that Sangmu was an orphan, she felt a surge of guilt. "How... did you become an orphan?"
"Pirates!" Sangmu wrinkled his nose, a look of disgust on his face. "The pirates know our town is wealthy, so they come ashore every now and then to rob. In the past, there were so many adventurers coming to Wind Valley, so they didn't dare to act too arrogantly. But in recent years, with the opening of the Snow Country, the number of adventurers has gradually decreased, and the pirates' ashore robberies have become more and more frequent."
One night five years ago, pirates came ashore and wreaked havoc again. Sangmu's parents only had time to hide his three-year-old son under the bed before they were killed by the pirates who broke in.
Before his death, the father used his body to block the cracks in the bed. The pirates robbed the family of their money and food and left in a hurry.
Three-year-old Sang Mu covered his mouth and lay under the bed in a daze without moving.
After daybreak, the pirates left and the townspeople who had been hiding came out to look for survivors.
A neighbor next door found Sang Mu, took him out from under the bed, and took care of him until he was six years old.
Six-year-old Sangmu began to be self-reliant, squatting at the entrance of the town every day, waiting for adventurers and acting as their guide.
After two years, he could barely make ends meet.
After hearing Sangmu's story, Siti's face looked unhappy.
She knew that pirates were rampant, but she didn't expect them to be so cruel and inhumane.
The Serex Empire is too large, and the town of Birita is too remote to be easily overlooked.
In fact, Siti always felt that her father was not a good king.
He was headstrong, ambitious, inconsistent in his words and deeds, and focused solely on his own pleasure, regardless of the hardships of the people. If it weren't for the advantageous geographical location of Threx, the immense wealth accumulated by successive kings, and the assistance of some loyal ministers, my father would have been ousted long ago.
Siti made a mental note and decided to return to the palace after finishing her trip to Valley of the Wind to talk to her father about the pirate issue and how to properly take care of orphans without parents.
Seeing the three magicians looking at him sympathetically, Sangmu grinned and said, "Hey, hey, hey, don't make that expression. I don't need sympathy."
Hector looked at him deeply and said, "You are very strong."
When he was seventeen years old, he learned the sad news of his father's death. He was at a loss and could not accept the fact at all. He was full of confusion and fear about the future. If it were not for the guidance of the god of law Danlov, he would still be confused and accomplish nothing.
Nasha looked around at the bustling streets and asked worriedly, "How often do pirates usually come here?"
Sangmu lowered his arms and said in a low voice, "There's no pattern. Sometimes it comes every five years, sometimes every three years, and sometimes twice a year."
Siti frowned.
The intervals are so chaotic that it is hard to guard against them.
"Won't the mayor apply to his superiors for garrisoning troops?" she asked.
Sang Mu shook his head. "I don't know. Anyway, there has never been a military garrison here. Adventurers used to drive away the pirates, but now there are fewer and fewer adventurers. Everyone says that if the pirates come again, the residents of the whole town will be in danger."
Nasha said seriously, "If the pirates dare to come, I will kill them all without leaving a single piece of armor."
Siti waved her magic wand. "That's right! We are awesome!"
Hector patted his chest and assured: "With us here, the pirates will never succeed."
Sangmu tilted his head, expressing his doubt about their words.
Can an adventure team of only ten people withstand thousands of ferocious pirates?
Moreover, there are terrible necromancers among the pirates!
However, he didn't want to discourage the adventurers, so he nodded out of courtesy and led them to the first carpenter's shop.
This carpenter's shop is closest to the hotel.
The topic of pirates ended here, and Hector and the other two walked into the shop to ask the owner for information.
"It was twenty-seven years ago... uh, I can't quite remember. A coffin for a noble... No, no, no, our family doesn't take on the coffin business."
The carpenter boss waved his hands repeatedly and drove people away with a gloomy look on his face.
The three had no choice but to leave.
Half an hour later, Sangmu took them to the carpentry shop with the best business and the largest display in the town.
Upon learning the magician's intention, the middle-aged man stroked his mustache with a wide smile and recalled, "I still remember this incident... Actually, my family isn't in the coffin business, but the offer was so generous, and I was struggling financially at the time, so I agreed."
Hector was delighted. He had found the right place. "Do you remember what the man who asked you to make a coffin looked like?"
The middle-aged man lowered his head and thought for a moment before saying, "He's a young man of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, quite handsome, with brown hair and brown eyes, and wearing swordsman's armor."
Nasha took out her notebook and quickly wrote it down. "Apart from these, are there any other characteristics?"
The middle-aged man paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back. After a while, he seemed to have thought of something and clapped his hands, saying, "He's missing a finger on his left hand...it should be his little finger."
This is a very obvious feature.
Nasha recorded it carefully.
Hector said gratefully: "Thank you for the information you provided. May the God of Light bless you."
He placed his right hand over his chest and saluted solemnly.
"Oh, it's just a piece of cake." The middle-aged man looked at Hector with a smile. Not to mention, this young man looked a lot like the corpse - oh, he looked like his deceased father.
When he made the coffin and sent it to old Palini's inn, he saw with his own eyes the magician put the frozen corpse into the coffin.
Out of curiosity, he stretched his head to take a few glances and memorized the appearance of the corpse.
He was a handsome man, but unfortunately he died in an accident at a young age.
I heard that he is an earl with a vast territory!
If the young man in front of him had not looked like the deceased earl, he might not have told him the old story.
Hector thanked the boss again and left with Nasha and Siti.
"Do you have anywhere else to go?" Sangmu stared at the three magicians with shining eyes.
Hector smiled: “Not for now, I’ll find you next time I have the chance.”
Sangmu sighed in disappointment: "Okay!"
He kicked the ground, ready to leave.
"Wait—" Hector called him.
Sang Mu's eyes lit up and he turned around immediately. "Have you changed your mind?"
Hector said, "I want to ask you about someone."
Sangmu puffed out his cheeks. "Who is it?"
"Do you know the porter at Helena's tavern?" he asked.
"Porter?" Sang Mu tilted his head. "There are four or five porters in the Helena Tavern. Which one are you referring to?"
Hector said: "The disfigured one."
Sangmu suddenly realized: "Oh - you said ugly!"
Hector frowned. "You called him ugly?"
Sang Mu curled his lips and said, "It's not me, it's everyone who calls him that! His face is really ugly, like it was run over by a heavy object. Fortunately, he usually wears a mask, otherwise he would scare away a lot of customers."
Hector felt sad when he learned that his once high-spirited squire knight had become an ugly freak despised by everyone.
"Can you tell me something about him?"
Sangmu shamelessly spread out his hands. "I'll tell you only if you pay me."
Don't blame him for being greedy for money. It's not easy for him to make money when he is young.
Hector generously gave him ten gold coins.
"Wow!" Sang Mu was overjoyed. Being a guide was exhausting, and he only earned a few gold coins, but selling information actually earned him ten gold coins.
It seems he needs to develop a side business.
The boy's cheerful look amused Nasha and Siti.
Siti's determination to propose to her father to take care of the orphans became stronger.
Carefully putting the gold coins into his pocket, Sangmu said, "The ugly monster has been in our town for a long time. I heard from the old people in the town that he was an adventurer who got into trouble in the Wind Valley and was rescued by someone. The person who rescued him was very kind and spent money to treat him. Unfortunately, he lost his memory and was disfigured, so he couldn't go anywhere, so he settled in the town."
This statement is similar to what the old man in the hotel said.
"What happened next? Didn't he ever recover his memory?" Nasha asked.
"Probably not?" Sang Mu shook his head. "If he had recovered his memory, he would have returned home long ago."
Hector asked, "Apart from these, are there any others?"
Sang Mu said, "He was a solitary man, not fond of talking. He worked silently every day and lived in a small hut in the backyard of the tavern. He stayed indoors during the day and only came out at night. He was a swordsman and always carried a sword wrapped in gray cloth. No one knew what his sword looked like, and he never showed it to anyone. Once, a curious tavern customer wanted to buy his sword, but he refused. The customer was unwilling to give up and deliberately found fault with him. As a result - hehehe -"
"What was the result?" Siti asked.
Sangmu made a sword-drawing gesture and shouted, "Hey! Ha! In two strikes, the customer was knocked down by the ugly monster."
From then on, no one dared to bother the ugly guy anymore.
The ugly guy offended the customers, and someone advised the tavern owner to fire him. The tavern owner shook his head and said that the tavern needed thugs.
Some adventurers or mercenaries got drunk and became unreasonable, causing chaos and vandalism. If the tavern didn't want to suffer heavy losses, it had to send out thugs to stop them.
The ugly guy is a swordsman with great strength, exactly the talent the tavern owner needs.
Only a fool would fire him!
Over the years, the ugly monsters have become more and more powerful, and ordinary customers dare not cause trouble in Helena Tavern.
Hector was very satisfied with the information provided by Sangmu.
The swords of squire knights were usually famous swords bestowed by their masters. Hector often dealt with them in his youth and knew what their swords looked like.
So, as long as he saw the "ugly monster's" sword, he knew who "he" was.
Hector was so excited that he wished it would get dark soon.
The three obtained valuable information and hurried back to the hotel.
Morrissey and Sadler wandered casually through the streets, and whenever they passed a spar shop, Sadler would go in to take a look.
He is a fire magician and has a special liking for fire crystals.
However, this place is close to the Valley of the Wind, and the Valley of the Wind only produces wind magic stones.
Sadler looked around but didn't find the crystal he wanted, so he turned and left.
Morrissey accompanied him into four or five stores in a row. Seeing that he was not satisfied with any of them, he couldn't help but ask, "What kind of crystal do you want?"
Sadler said: "Top-grade Swift Wind Stone."
Morrissey raised his eyebrows in sudden realization.
The Gale Stone is a specialty crystal of the Valley of the Wind. If you embed it in your shoes, you can speed up.
The magician is a long-range attacker and is most afraid of being approached. Although he can teleport, he has a pair of accelerating shoes that not only improve his body movements but also enhance his combat maneuverability.
The top-grade Swift Wind Stone is hard to come by. The starting price at the auction house is 100,000 gold coins, and the highest price can be one million.
Generally, adventurers who obtain top-quality Wind Stones would rather put them in the auction house than sell them in ordinary stores.
"These shops definitely don't have top-grade Wind Stones," Morrissey said, dismissing his wife's idea. "I'll dig them for you once we get to the central area of Wind Valley."
Sadler glanced indifferently at the white elf beside him.
Of course he knew that ordinary stores would not sell top-grade wind stones, so he was just looking for an excuse to go shopping with him. Unfortunately, the guy who was usually smart was extremely slow at this moment.
Morrissey was bewildered by his gaze.
Sadler sighed lightly and walked away. He stopped when he passed a cake shop.
"Huh? Why don't you leave?" Morrissey asked puzzledly.
Sadler walked towards the cake shop and asked the owner for a strawberry cream cake.
Morrissey rushed to take out the money, but Sadler refused.
After paying, he carried the small cake to a rest chair under a nearby big tree.
Morrissey was a little depressed because he didn't spend any money on his wife.
Sadler sat down in a chair, and Morrissey followed suit, bored, looking up at the clear blue sky.
"Give."
The young man's pleasant voice rang in my ears.
Morrissey was stunned and looked down at the cake in front of him. "For me?"
Sadler asked, "You don't like it?"
Morrissey grinned like a fool. "I like it! I like it so much!"
Ahhh, my wife actually knows that he loves cake!
move!
He took the cake plate, held the small fork, scooped out a piece, and put it in his mouth, feeling very satisfied.
A hint of tenderness flashed in Sadler's golden eyes.
After being together for so long, he certainly knew each other's taste.
Although this elf was over a hundred years older than him, he had a preference for sweets.
It may be because of the scarcity of resources and the hard life in Vanaku, the dark elves could not eat good food when they were young, let alone cakes, they could not even get ordinary candies.
Morrissey was also a cub with a fondness for sweets. After he left Wanaku and traveled around the continent as an adult, he always kept various sweets in his storage ring, as if to make up for his childhood regrets.
Sadler noticed this early on but never pointed it out.
Morrissey ate with gusto, feeling very happy. He scooped a spoonful and put it to Sadler's mouth.
Sadler didn't like sweets, so he opened his mouth and took the cake in his mouth as he looked on expectantly.
"Is it delicious?" Morrissey asked.
"Hmm." Sadler licked his creamy lips. It was too sweet and greasy, the kind a child would love.
The two of them were sharing the cake, spoonful by spoonful, looking very affectionate, when suddenly there was a commotion on the other side of the street.
They turned around and saw more than twenty strangers walking on the street.
There's a new adventurer in town.
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