Diablo Destruction

"Let's get down to business first. Brother Greo, can you tell me about the situation at the Demon Fortress?"

Because the only jar of wine was taken by the old drunkard, Greo replaced it with a cup of tea for us. Fortunately, I glanced at the slutty maid sitting next to me and thought so sincerely.

Otherwise, this guy will become the bane of the demon fortress before the old drunkard does.

"So far, our soldiers have recovered 325 crystal fragments. Some things have happened during this period. One adventure team was negligent and only two of the six returned..."

"oh?"

He frowned, this is not a trivial matter. The adventurers who arrive at the Demon Fortress in the second world can almost always stand out among the ten adventurers, even if the alliance's efforts and emotional factors are not taken into account. , explained purely from a mathematical perspective, is equivalent to the loss of forty adventurers.

"That old drunkard, are you lazy?"

"That's not true."

It was clear that he had been threatened just now, but Greo spoke for the other party instead.

"Elder Kasha has tried his best. Of the 325 crystal fragments, almost one-third was recovered by her. After all, there are so many adventurers in the Demon Fortress. Even Elder Kasha is With three heads and six arms, it’s impossible to take care of them all.”

"That's true. It seems that I blamed the wrong guy this time."

I reflect on my own prejudice, but it is impossible to apologize for it. In the final analysis, it is not the image of an old drunkard that usually leads to misunderstandings, and the motivation for this effort It's also very impure, just for the 5,000 gold coins awarded by Akara.

Speaking of which, the old fox in Akara is too insidious. Doing this is not just as simple as killing two birds with one stone. Firstly, it can calm the anger of the bar owners who have been owed money for drinks on credit by the old drunkards. Secondly, it can make the old drunkards who are usually lazy when they can be lazy. , try your best during the mission, and thirdly, it can also prevent the old drunkard from making trouble in the camp when he has free time. There are so many things I can think of. The old fox knows the old drunkard too well.

"Besides, did anything else happen?" After coming back to my senses, I continued to ask.

"Well, maybe it might have happened."

Greo said vaguely, how uncertain should he be before he could use the seven guess words "maybe, maybe, maybe" to describe the only five words "may have happened" in one breath.

"What I mean is that Elder Kasha may have encountered some troublesome things, but she is so strong that she can easily solve any troubles that come her way. Every time she comes back, she just does it easily. Throw me the crystal shards you collected.”

Faced with doubts, Glio gave a rather innocent explanation.

It's really no wonder Glio.

"Didn't that guy complain a lot and take the opportunity to take credit?"

I asked one more question, fully understanding the character of the old drunkard.

"Well, no, I just seemed to have muttered this to myself in a low voice - there is no benefit in talking to a guy like you anyway, so let's forget it."

"..."

It is indeed the venomous tongue style of an old drunkard.

"In short, it can be clearly felt now that the frequency of crystal fragment incidents in the Demon Fortress has decreased. Although it may be rude to Elder Fan to say this, even if Elder Fan fails, in another ten days and a half, it is estimated that the number of crystal fragments here will be reduced. The mission can be completed.”

Greo's laughter spread out. Without the old drunkard beside him, he seemed to have changed from a melancholy and taciturn young man... no, a melancholy and taciturn uncle, to a sunny and cheerful uncle. Only the attribute of uncle has not changed at all. That’s it.

"So that's it. If I had known earlier, I would have come back later."

After listening to Greo's words, I was quite frustrated. The reason why I came here early was not only that it was difficult to be a good person on both sides of Kurast, but also because I was worried that the old drunkard would neglect his duties here and leave a lot of mess for me to clean up. Thinking that Akara had played a little trick, he easily mobilized the old drunkard's fighting power.

Forget it, anyway, the mission here at the Demon Fortress is almost the downhill line after **, so it shouldn't take too much time, probably...

After chatting with Glio for a while and getting a rough understanding of what he knew from him, we stood up and left.

Although general information has been obtained, more detailed information cannot be obtained from Glio. In the final analysis, it is because the uncle is not very enthusiastic about the task of being the person in charge. On the contrary, he prefers the blacksmith work at hand.

There are very necessary reasons for him to be the person in charge. Similar to the situation at Kurast, the combat power system at the Demon Fortress is mainly composed of alliance adventurers and dwarf warriors, and because Gree As a blacksmith, Ou has a very harmonious relationship with the Adventurer Alliance or the dwarves. Sometimes when there is friction between the two tribes, Glio can still play a key role. As for other issues, between The folk customs here in the Demon Fortress are strong and tough, and they don't like others to interfere with their contempt. Even if they send a smart and capable person in charge, they may not be able to manage it well, so it becomes like this.

Walking on the road, we saw the iron-blooded wind in the Demon Fortress. Even ordinary civilians would mostly have a sharp and heavy sword hanging on their backs. Those who were only more than ten years old or even younger than Children up to ten years old, holding machetes that match their size, are playing with each other on the roadside. They are not fakes made of plastic. You can tell by the alternating old and new scars on these children's bodies.

Although I am used to it, it is the first time for Jeluka to come to a city with such strong warlike winds, and she seemed quite curious along the way. This is the opposite of the elves who pursue freedom and art. All kinds.

"Careful, you idiot."

With a "pop" sound, the dignified pseudo-field-level master actually collided with someone else on the road. Needless to say, the other party flew out. You have to think about it, even if it is a barbarian warrior from Kurast, this looks like The maid, who seemed delicate and frail, but was actually extremely strong, could still be easily knocked away.

Fortunately, Jeluka's speed can be described as a snail because of looking around, and the opponent's movements don't seem to be very fast. Otherwise, maybe we would have been invited back to drink tea and chat with him just after we came out of Glio's place. .

"Are you OK."

Staring at Jeluka speechlessly, I took a few steps forward, squatted down, and helped up the child who had fallen on the road.

A skinny kid.

Following the strength to stand up, I thought to myself after being helped up.

Dry gray hair, no, the gray could be dust and dirt. After all, in the Demon Fortress, most civilians still work mainly in mining.

His face was also dirty, so he couldn't tell whether he was a boy or a girl. The long hair shawl was probably not trimmed, so it was impossible to tell whether he was a boy or a girl.

The body is very thin. When holding the opponent's wrist, one can only feel the obvious raised bones. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as skinny and skinny. He is small, with his head slightly lowered, and other children playing in the street. In comparison, it seems very inconspicuous.

From this thin figure, it is impossible to tell the specific age. It may be six or seven years old that matches the body, but it may also be twelve or thirteen years old who is malnourished. In short, it is correct to be a child.

"No...it's okay."

The childish voice, which was completely different from the dirty one and not much better than a beggar, had a hint of thirsty maturity and a hint of crispness and purity, which surprised me a little.

Judging from the instinct of a singer, if you train this guy a little, he might become a great singer in the future. Of course, it is just a possibility. The voice-changing period is a very weird setting. When he was a child, he was obviously sweet and crisp. A childish voice turned into an uncle's voice ten years later. Such sad things must have happened to everyone.

"Sorry, my companion accidentally bumped into you. Is it really okay?"

I subconsciously reached out to help him (her?) brush off the dust that had just fallen to the ground, although even if I brushed it off, it wouldn't be much clean.

"Really...really, I...I'm fine!"

A more affirmative childish voice sounded, and at the same time he took a timid step back, rejecting my move.

"Really, don't hold back. This aunt is a very powerful adventurer. It's not fun to be bumped into by her."

Ah, I felt the sinister look cast by the pornographic maid from behind. I don’t know which part of the words she was paying attention to, but in short, she was staring at me with evil intentions from behind.

"Well, that's it. Well, if anything happens, just go to Uncle Greo and tell him to find Wu Fan. Does Uncle Greo know him?"

The child nodded silently. After all, Glio was also the person in charge of the Demon Fortress and a famous blacksmith. It was impossible for people here not to know him.

"Then let's go first. You have to be careful not to be bumped into by other reckless adventurers." After saying this, Huang Duanzi's maid cast a dissatisfied look at him again.

At the same time, I secretly stuffed a few gold coins into his (her?) small hand, stepped aside, and strode away with Jeluka.

"mean."

Seeing that I only stuffed a few gold coins as compensation, Jeluka stood aside and found fault with dissatisfaction.

"That's not because I'm stingy. In a place like the Demon Fortress, giving too many gold coins may not be a good thing, unless the kid has an inventory or I'm with him to protect him."

Rolling my eyes, I didn't believe that Jeluka, whose judgment ability was so broken, could not think of this problem. Could it be that she was really unsophisticated.

"Lolicon."

After a pause, the unwilling maid began to use the new words she had just learned from me.

"Okay, what exactly do you want me to do?"

I drooped my shoulders speechlessly, saying I was stingy for not paying enough, and then turned into a lolicon after knowing that I was thinking of the other person. Besides, I didn’t even know whether the child was a boy or a girl.

"Anyway, I'm just an aunt, and a reckless one at that." With a slight hum, the stingy maid curled her lips and muttered in a cute way.

Turns out I was minding this...

"Based on the age of the elves, I'm not much older than her."

"Yes, yes, I understand, Lord Loligelka Knight."

As a result, because of these words, I was glared at by her again. What on earth did she want me to say, this idiot?

Saying goodbye to the little interruption on the road, we arrived at the largest bar in the Demon Fortress. As soon as we entered, the noise that irritated the eardrums was heard like metal music.

Jeluka frowned slightly. As long as he was a normal elf, he probably wouldn't have a good impression of this kind of scene.

Of course, what attracted my attention even more was the center of the noise, the two figures dancing like a group of demons on a rather huge table.

Standing high on the table, holding a wine jar in one hand, dancing and drinking, was the figure of an old drunkard. Accompanying her in her madness was an unknown dwarf, who looked like a pig from his beard. With a liver-like complexion and a red rosy nose, he was obviously drunk.

The huge table became a stage for the two of them, where they drank and drank to their heart's content, performing a negative tutorial on how to practice the dance of demons. If these two guys were dragged out into the wild, they would be attacked as monsters. It's not something unusual.

The large number of adventurers surrounding the table were the main source of noise. As for the expressions of the waiters and maids outside who were crying and wanted to stop but didn't dare to stop, I couldn't bear to look at them.

I found a quieter corner and decisively ordered a glass of pure juice for the maid. I specifically told the maid not to add any alcohol to it even if she was not careful. Otherwise, I would not care if the bar was demolished.

I don’t know what Jeluka was thinking after listening to it. She probably knew that she couldn’t drink and would cause trouble when she drank, so even though she puffed up her face in anger, she didn’t say anything. From this point of view, She is still a hundred times more self-aware than Sister Sharna.

"You sit here, I'll come back as soon as I can."

Knowing that Jeluka didn't like that kind of atmosphere, I told her to stay put and then looked around for targets with the wine glass in my hand. After a while, I locked on two of the dwarves.

"Fill these two dwarf brothers with the strongest and best pure ale."

I snapped my fingers at the waiter next to me, and I sat at the same table as them. The word "best" probably came into play. Two dwarfs burped with wine, and I could tell at a glance that they were dwarves incarnate as drunkards. He squinted his eyes and nodded at me.

"What happened over there? It's so noisy." After getting acquainted with it, I started to ask casually.

"Brother Wu, it's your fault for wearing a cape and hat at this time."

Dwarf warrior A said in a rough voice.

Ah... completely forgot about it.

Wearing a cloak and hat at such a time, hiding your head and tail, is indeed a very rude behavior to the person being spoken to.

I took off my cloak and hat and smiled apologetically at the two of them.

"What? I guess it was because of some reason that he had to cover it up. He was too ugly or too handsome. It turns out he was neither." The dwarf warrior A muttered.

"That's right, what's there to hide with such a passerby's face?" Dwarf Warrior B agreed.

These...these two bastards are obviously passers-by who are just casually called "a" and "b" by their names, so what right do they have to criticize me! !

The dwarf's rough and straight personality, with his guts open to the end and saying whatever comes to mind, is really not likable at all.

"Say over there. You've asked the right person about this. Those guys are holding a celebration party."

"Celebration party?" I opened my confused eyes.

"Well, it's a celebration party. Did you see that guy on the table? Yes, the one with burgundy hair, much taller than the other bastard short guy."

"Well, I saw it. I saw it."

More than just seeing it, I knew exactly what character and bad qualities were hidden in that guy's bones.

By the way, even if you two have some beef with the other dwarf at the table, I think no matter what, you are still not qualified to use the word "dwarf" to laugh at each other.

"I heard that he is an elder from the alliance. He is very active and very powerful during this period. You should know about the incident where the crystal fragments broke out during this period."

The dwarf warrior B was probably unwilling to have his whole scene taken away by a, so he rushed to answer - is it easy for us just to appear in one scene?

Seeing me nodding, dwarf warrior A said quickly.

"The crystal fragments outbreak is very random. You might encounter a large group of demonized monsters or a powerful monster from the third world at some point. In the past half a month, the demon fortress has been messed up. However, Thanks to this alliance elder, there were not too many casualties. I heard that many of our dwarf warrior brothers have been rescued by her, and she is very good at it."

"Oh, I see."

I sighed in disbelief. It seems that if you take this old drunkard seriously, his energy is so powerful that people have to admire him. At least it would be impossible for me to do better than her.

"So, have you seen it? Most of the alliance adventurers and dwarf warriors around are people who have received help from the alliance elder. I heard that she has successfully completed her mission and someone else has come back to take over, so she opened it like that A celebration banquet."

In fact, I think, at least at this moment, in the eyes of the old drunkard, those guys who have received her favor have turned into jars of moving wine. Yes, in this guy's eyes, most people can be divided into two. Category - People who can drink alcohol and people who cannot drink alcohol...