The Swordsman of Faerûn

Chapter 259 Miscellaneous
Selyse's purpose of pretending to be pitiful was not to win sympathy, she was well aware of the rules of this world, and she also knew that this kind of trick would not be of any benefit to change William's guard against her, but she did it anyway, and It's kind of nonsensical.William looked depressedly at Celis who was fighting for food with Misha and Miluna, shook his head and sighed secretly, then lowered his head and continued to eat slowly.

But the influence caused by Selyse's pity just now did not end. In this wild world where monsters are rampant, the restriction of morality on human nature is extremely fragile in some respects.For those mercenaries who are licking their blood, women, wine, and treasure are always the biggest motivation for them to pursue adventure.There is no doubt that Selyse is the kind of stunner who can trigger a pheromone riot. The performance just now caused some animals to be restless. The size of a person is daunting, but there are always one or two fools whose brains have been burned by alcohol to jump out to find it uncomfortable.

The half-elf hotel is famous for its elegant environment and considerate service. Some mercenaries who made a small fortune often come here to enjoy the so-called high-end enjoyment, while those down-and-out poor ghosts can only squat in the stables and smell the horse manure.And the Fatli mercenary team from Zhentil Castle is undoubtedly a small group favored by the goddess of luck. This mercenary team, once composed of nine powerful members, has just completed the crossing of the Great Desert of Ennook not long ago. Escorting work, although they lost a few capable members on the way, they also got a lot of money.

Fatli's mercenaries urgently need to replenish their team with new blood, and the most indispensable in this world are those young people who dream of taking risks and making money all day long.Not long ago, they recruited a good young man in Locke Town. He is brave and strong. Even if he faces a dozen goblins alone, he dares to rush up and fight. He can be regarded as a relatively reliable meat shield role.The premise is to ignore some small flaws on the young man. This guy is a bit grumpy, impulsive, and a bit greedy and lustful, and often causes some minor troubles.

In fact, these small problems are common to almost all young mercenaries.

"Lambert! Sit down, don't cause us any more trouble!" Fatli's mercenaries tried to dissuade their companions, but Lambert, who had already been fascinated by alcohol, couldn't listen at all, and he staggered a little. Getting rid of the pull of his companion, he walked towards William with his red eyes swaying.

With the deepening of his cultivation, William's senses have become more and more sensitive to the point beyond ordinary people's imagination. Almost all the movements in the hotel hall cannot escape his perception. Of course, he discovered Lambert immediately. A special provocation.However, he didn't take this drunken mercenary to heart. William still ate the food on the plate unhurriedly, but twisted a small ball of honey syrup with his left hand, flicked it under the table, The honey paste flew out without a sound, and landed right under the foot of the mercenary Lambert.

Lambert, who was walking a bit unsteadily, only felt his feet slipped, and with a "ba chi" he made a big split on the spot, and at the same time as the "ba chi" there was a relatively slight "click". Except for William, there are not many people who can hear this little noise clearly, but another voice is very high-pitched.

"Aw—!!" There is no doubt that this is Lambert playing "Howling the Wolf at the Hotel" with affection, the emotional devotion, the standard of expression-such a standard one-word horse, it is simply amazing.

Lambert's "performance" was really shocking, and everyone in the hotel was attracted by him.Anyone who saw clearly the appearance of this good young man couldn't help but gasp.

"Hey——" Especially those men whose bodies are not flexible enough have a kind of sadness about the death of a rabbit and a fox, and they can't help clamping their thighs.The members of the Fatli were taken aback by the unexpected split of their companions, and they hurriedly got up and left their seats to help Lambert.

But, "Oh-oh-oh!" Lambert was like a little singer who was practicing his high-pitched voice, constantly changing his tone with the support of his companions, howling until his face turned green and his legs were limp. Like noodles just can't stand up.

Misha, Miluna, Yasuna, Phinea, and Celis watched Lambert's performance curiously or amusedly. The halfling Jess who was hiding under the table had just defeated the cat. While comfortably eating the remaining booty on the plate, he glanced out occasionally and muttered in a low voice: "Ah! I guess it must hurt."

Misha'er had long been trained by William to practice the splits like walking. She was a little confused, and turned her head to ask: "Brother, what's wrong with that big man?"

William secretly wiped off the residue of honey on his hands, and said with a slight smile, "It's nothing, he's splitting too much, and he's practicing howling as a werewolf." The little girl shook her head to express that she couldn't understand, but William I don't want to explain either.

Fatli's mercenaries didn't find anything unusual about Lambert's fall, and could only attribute it all to the young man's bad luck. Poor Lambert might have injured his hip bone or thigh muscle, who knows.Fatli's mercenaries no longer had the intention to stay in the lobby of the hotel for others to watch. They settled the bill hastily, and then hurried away with Lambert, hoping that the priest of the temple could heal him.

Afterwards, no one who was not open-eyed came to trouble William and his party. Most of the people gloated and talked about the episode just now, and some directly dismissed it and continued to do things that were accidentally interrupted by the episode.

While eating, William quietly listened to the conversations of the people around him, trying to get some useful information from it:
"Have you heard? Locke's city lord, Fitani Red Blade, has just hired a new mage consultant."

"Oh! What about the original one? That Mr. Bielebaum is a very skillful mage. How could he allow the penetration of outsiders?"

"Billerboom has disappeared, and some people say that he is already dead, who knows? But it is said that the new Master Gerda is also a very powerful figure, and the guards in the purple cloak are just There were two dozen men, rumor has it that they came from Zhentil Keep across from Ennook"

"Patek died in the temple, did you know that?"

"Patek? Wasn't he fine yesterday? How could he be dead?"

"Hey! This morning, Patek went to the temple for mass. He originally wanted to receive the holy blessing from the priest. Unexpectedly, in the end, the priest's [Blessing Divine Art] turned into a magical flame, which suddenly put Pat Ke was burned to ashes."

"Oh! Poor Patek."

William listened to the conversations of the guests in the hotel, picked out some information that he thought might be useful and kept it in his heart, and only went through some less important information in his brain.

(End of this chapter)