Half-elf Ranger

Twin Towers Town at night.

Thorne's figure appeared on a bustling street.

At this moment, what appeared in front of him was a hotel 'The Drunken Rose'. The striking signboard was painted with a bunch of bright roses soaked in a beer mug. Also like a butterfly.

This was his final destination, to which he had quietly followed the bard Gilt all the way.

However, when he saw the other party walk into the hotel, he stopped and stood there considering whether to go in or not.

Because another figure who followed Gilt only followed half of the distance and disappeared quickly, as if a pickpocket who saw no hope of stealing decided to abandon his goal.

The strange behavior of the other party made him puzzled, which was the real reason why he followed Gilt all the way here.

However, judging from the current situation, it is more like his suspicions are at work, and it seems that nothing bad has happened.

The lecherous bard might be enjoying himself.

It would be too embarrassing for him to break into the hotel room rashly and disturb Gilt's good deeds.

After all, you can guess from the obscene words that vaguely came out of it, what business this hotel is engaged in.

Moreover, the distance from Twin Towers Town to Waterfall Town is not as far as imagined.

There are also a lot of businessmen and adventurers walking between the two towns, and it is normal to hear some topics about 'The Drunken Rose' from their mouths occasionally.

go in?

Still not going in?

Two difficult questions popped into Thorne's mind at the same time.

Forget it, let's go in and take a look, Thorne made a second choice out of the blue.

The result of entering, if nothing else, is nothing more than disturbing the other party's good things, in exchange for a burst of incompetence and fury from the poet, there will be no major problems.

What if something really happened? Thinking of Thorne here, I vaguely feel that the pickpocket who quietly followed Gilt is not as simple as it seems.

The main reason is that the rhythm of the other party is too quiet.

Whether sneaking or stalking produces a silent rhythm that only the best rangers and rogues can understand.

And Thorne felt the rhythm in the sneaky pickpocket.

From this, it can be seen that the opponent's strength is definitely not as simple as it seems, and it is not like a thief hanging out in the street at all.

Let me ask, a good wanderer tried to steal a weak poet, but in the end he gave up without even hitting each other face to face, and who would believe it if he said it.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and finally found a reason for himself enough to convince himself to enter this hotel.

Thorne put the hood on the cloak and hid his whole body inside the cloak.

He first looked around vigilantly, and after confirming that there was indeed no acquaintance from Waterfall Town on the street, he quietly pushed open the hotel door and walked in.

After all, this place is not far from Waterfall Town. It would be too embarrassing if it was rumored that he could not wait to get into this special service hotel just after leaving for two days.

This kind of thing, even if you try hard to clarify the facts, will be spread more and more outrageous by terrible people.

At that time, if a sorceress finds out again, the consequences will be even greater.

Although this beautiful sorceress looks gentle and considerate on the outside, Thorne is very aware of the possessiveness hidden deep inside her heart.

In fact, no matter what the world, any woman who has strength will gradually become stronger. He also never expected Anderina to let her be obedient to him and listen to everything because of the close relationship between the two.

This is completely unnecessary, love is maintained with respect, and respect is mutual.

After entering the tavern, what appeared in front of him was a long and narrow passage. A veiled waiter stood by the door silently nodding and reaching out to show him the way.

Thorne walked inwards in the direction indicated by the other party.

Soon, he walked out of the aisle and came to a spacious, dimly lit hall.

The scent in the hall of the tavern smelled good, and Thorne smelled a faint scent of incense.

He quickly judged that this smell should be diluted and only used for flirting, just like the Crystal Love Hotel known as the "Holy Land for Couples" in the Watch Fortress.

Just when Thorne was like a wooden pestle, he didn't know how to start, an old bustard in a red dress greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Hello, distinguished guest, do you need any service? We have..."

"I'm here to find someone." Thorne interrupted the warm-up exercises she introduced to herself with a cold face. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed several lifelike oil paintings hanging on the wall, and instantly judged that this was By Gilt.

From this it can be seen that the lecherous poet is doing well at the hotel.

"Looking for someone?" The hotel boss' face with a charming smile froze inadvertently, and his right hand involuntarily began to rub the ruby ​​ring he was wearing.

As the owner of the hotel, she knows very well that any guest who claims to come here to find someone is either looking for trouble or messing around.

Faced with this kind of person, she usually calls the bodyguard over and kicks him out fiercely.

However, the temperament and behavior of this half-elf with a grim face in a cloak in front of her seemed to warn her that the other party was definitely not the kind of adventurer who waited to die.

The well-informed hotel owner is telling herself instinctively that this kind of outsider is not something she can easily provoke.

Thorne looked at the subtle changes in the other's facial expressions and understood the general meaning.

After thinking for a while, he put his hand into the inner pocket of his coat, took out a bag of jingling gold coins, and threw it into her hands, and said in a light tone: "I am a friend of Master Gilt, and I want to discuss something with him. I want to tell him where he is."

"Dear guest, please forgive me and reveal the privacy of the guest..." The hotel boss held his bulging purse, judging the approximate amount, and hesitantly thought about how to tactfully agree to the other party's rude request.

"Clang!"

However, before she could finish her words, she suddenly felt a pale blue light flash in front of her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the movement of the guest's sword in the sheath, and a strand of hair that just fell from his forehead.

"I'm just here to find someone." Thorne watched her calmly, repeating what he meant.

When the tavern owner met Thorne's eyes, he seemed to see a giant dragon with outstretched wings swallowing her. This terrifying figure made her stagger back a few steps, and the cold sweat on her pale face was like tears of wax. Down the stream.

"Second floor, room 10."

"Thank you for letting me know." Thorne gave her a very interesting expression, nodded slightly to him, and immediately walked towards the second floor.

"So quiet?" Thorne, who walked to the door, noticed something was wrong.

Although the sound insulation between rooms in such a high-end hotel is very good, compared with the magical effect of his tower, it is impossible to achieve 100% isolation of all noises.

Anyone with a keen sense of hearing can easily hear the faint noise.

At this time, Thorne could clearly hear the subtle flirting sounds on the left and right sides of Room 10, but in this room, there was no sound.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

Thorne tentatively reached out and knocked on the room door a few times.

After a while, to his disappointment, there was still no response, and instead it attracted the contemptuous eyes of a passerby.

"I can't take care of that much, let's go and have a look first."

The hesitant Thorne thought about it and decided to break in directly.

He had found signs of Gilt walking into the house, but there was no sound inside.

This could never be the reason why the other party slept too hard, something must have happened.

"boom!"

With the sound of wood breaking, not far behind Thorne, a young man who was about to bury his head in the woman's slender neck and kiss, was taken aback and stared at the violent ranger.

At the same time, there were shouts of scolding, the woman's screams that pierced her eardrums, and the sound of broken glasses from the rooms on both sides.

Thorne even noticed a fleeing waiter, apparently planning to call.

"Empty?" The Ranger, who didn't care about the strange eyes around him, walked out of the room and found that there was no one in it, and a chair was knocked over to the ground.

"Sure enough, something went wrong." Seeing this situation, Thorne's expression changed.

Just when he was about to search for the traces left by Gilt, he vaguely heard a faint moan from under the bed, so he quickly walked over to check.

Lifting the sheets that fell on the ground, he found two young girls in tulle dresses under the bed. The almost transparent clothes almost showed the whole body's spring light in the dimly lit small room.

The two girls, one with dark reddish-brown skin, should be, according to Thorne, a Tulamite from the Silverpine Plains, and the other a fair-skinned, freckled islander.

At this time, Thorne was naturally not in the mood to appreciate the spring sunshine. He found that the two girls were all **** with their hands and feet, and there were rags in their mouths, so that they could only utter low, inaudible moans.

"What happened? Where's the poet?" Thorne asked, taking a rag from one of the girls' mouths.

"...I don't know either,.... We were both suddenly intruded by a man in black with a black cloak, and then tied here..." The panicked girl dared not look directly at Thorne He lowered his eyes and answered honestly.

Seeing that there were no questions to ask, Thorne turned and looked around, surveying everything in the room.

Soon, he discovered that Gilt's footprints had disappeared on a tapestry depicting the bathing of the elf, and the tapestry had traces of folds that had clearly been lifted in a panic.

So he walked over immediately, opened the tapestry, and found a secret door hidden underneath.

Obviously, as a special service hotel, it is natural to have a secret passage to escape from creditors, jealous mistresses or enemies.

This shows how caring the service of this hotel is.

Thorne glared coldly at a few **** clients outside the door who were trying to come and eat melons with their arms around them, and then sat down on the ground in fright of a fat man who came out of the next room with his trousers up to accuse him.

Then he looked at the girl who was still bound and lying under the bed, and asked softly, "Where does this secret door lead to?"

"Sir, this is a spiral staircase leading to the pigsty, but after turning the fourth turn, there will be a hidden revolving door on the wall, as long as you push it open, you will find a staircase leading to the basement behind the door , if you don't get out of the basement, you'll end up in a pigpen."

Thorne didn't dare to waste time. His violent breaking of the door had already caught the attention of the hotel guards. Judging from the dense footsteps, they rushed over quickly.

With a sharp sword in his hand, he untied the two of them, then thanked him, and without hesitation he got into the secret passage of the secret door.