The Wizarding Age

After paying the entrance fee, Grimm easily entered Zora City.

After spending half a day walking around the city, Grimm immediately became extremely disappointed.

There is indeed a Holy Light Chapel in the city, but its scale is countless times smaller than that of the one in Hakans City. Moreover, inside, Grimm only sensed a 2nd-level energy aura, and the rest were all 1st-level or inferior small characters.

Grimm hesitated for a long time, and finally gave up the plan to encircle the Holy Light Chapel, and came to a tavern on the edge of the East City District.

Wine and Roses.

This is the name of this tavern. It sounds a bit elegant, but when Grimm pushed open the two old and dirty doors and stepped into it, he was immediately hit by the pungent and cheap fragrance of powder, the suffocating sweat odor, and the unique fragrance of oatmeal wine, and his brows frowned.

It was not dark yet, and the place was already crowded.

Grimm was still dressed as a swordsman mercenary. His 2-meter-tall stature made him look strong and powerful. He stood at the door of the dimly lit tavern, with a kind of domineering aura.

A few strong men who were walking shoulder to shoulder and staggering to go out bumped into him. When his eyes, which were almost unable to open due to drunkenness, met the two cold eyes projected from the tall black shadow, he immediately shuddered and half sobered up.

These strong men were all members of the Willy Brotherhood in the lower city of Zora City. They were usually fierce and domineering, and were famous thugs in the neighborhood. But today, I don’t know what happened. When they met this tall figure whose face they couldn’t even see clearly, their hearts began to beat wildly. In the end, they actually stepped aside honestly and made way for the counter.

Wherever Grimm passed, whether it was the drunkards, the maids dressed up and holding plates, or the black-clad men hiding in the shadows of the corners and whispering, their faces changed slightly and they hurriedly hid aside.

And many guys who claimed to be brave also realized their cowardice after instinctively avoiding. However, when they were angry and wanted to come up to cause trouble under the influence of alcohol, their eyes fell on the tall and majestic back, and the "restlessness" that had just swelled up disappeared in an instant.

The tavern owner who looked like a barrel wiped the sweat rolling down his face with a greasy towel in his hand, and forced a "smile" on his fat face.

"This... Sir, I wonder what you want?"

Looking at Grimm's dress, he looked like a wandering mercenary. But when you really stand in front of him and look him in the eye, an indescribable mental pressure will come upon you, almost suffocating you.

The difference in life levels between the two sides is too great. Even if Grimm has tried his best to restrain all the overflowing energy and mental pressure, these ordinary people still cannot remain calm in front of him.

"I need some information..."

Grimm did not intend to hide his purpose. As he spoke, he threw out a small cloth bag.

The cloth bag fell on the dark counter, and the crisp and moving sound of gold coins colliding came from it, which also made the tavern owner's face instantly excited and enthusiastic.

He used his fat right hand to wipe across the counter with super-fast agility that was not commensurate with his fat body, and the heavy cloth bag disappeared instantly. The opponent's movements were so fast that Grimm secretly suspected that he had a special profession like "thief" part-time.

The fat on the tavern owner's face jumped, and he was immediately filled with a flattering smile.

"Sir, do you see the thin guy in the corner over there? His name is Locke, and he is the intelligence chief of Zora City. You can ask him any questions you have... I'll tell you secretly, he is a senior member of the Little Knife Society!" After listening to the serious introduction of the tavern owner, Grimm tilted his head slightly and saw the so-called Locke in the dark corner.

This is a thin man in black clothes, with an ordinary face and no special features, but a pair of eyes that roll around and show his flexible and cunning mind.

As soon as Grimm entered the tavern, the guy named Locke had already noticed him. While whispering to several companions around him, he secretly peeked at him with the corner of his eyes. When Grimm cast his eyes over at the prompting of the tavern owner, Locke's face twitched involuntarily.

Before Locke could think of any way to sneak out from here, Grimm's tall body had already stood in front of the wooden table. The huge shadow he cast made the faces of the people at the table change drastically, and sweat marks appeared on their foreheads.

"Are you Locke? I need to buy some intelligence from you!" Grimm said coldly and straightforwardly.

Hearing that they were looking for Locke, the other guys dressed similarly to Locke immediately fled from the wooden table, leaving this hidden space to the two of them.

"So you are here to buy intelligence... That's good, that's good..." Locke finally put his worries aside, and a flattering smile appeared on his thin face: "I wonder what this sir's name is? What kind of intelligence do you plan to buy?"

"I want to know what happened in Hakans City?"

Hearing Grimm's question, the smile on Locke's face disappeared instantly, and turned into an unconcealable astonishment and horror. Immediately, his doubtful eyes swirled around Grimm, and whispered: "This sir, the content you want to know is all top-secret intelligence. The officials of the Imperial Intelligence Department have warned us not to inquire at will..."

"What do you mean...you don't know anything about it?" Greem's tone was cold.

"Hehehehe... Sir, don't underestimate our Little Sword Club. We still have the information you want, but it's just restricted by the empire and cannot be sold to outsiders!"

Before he finished speaking, a fist-sized white crystal rolled down the table to his eyes.

Even though this place is located in the darkest corner of the tavern, and the light cast by several kerosene lamps hanging on the wall is mostly blocked by the pillars, it still cannot cover up the unique magical luster of the white crystal. The dim light cast on this crystal clear white crystal instantly triggered the resonance of magical power, making it dazzling in an instant, illuminating half of the tavern as bright as day.

White crystal is a magical gem that is best at absorbing, condensing, and amplifying light. It is also the best treasure for paladins to create high-level holy weapons, so it is absolutely valuable in the Enwyk plane.

Locke, who was pretending to be calm just a moment ago, quickly took the white crystal into his arms and got out of the light. Only then did the dazzling white light slowly dissipate, letting the place return to darkness.

There was silence in the tavern for a moment, and all the guys who were dazzled by the white light were rubbing their eyes while secretly peeking into the corner.

"Enough, enough... Sir, this value is definitely enough! But..." Locke gritted his teeth and explained: "The empire has also taken care of us and asked us to pay attention to what kind of people will pay attention to this information. So, If I don’t know your identity, I…”

Locke's words stopped abruptly.

With his back to everyone in the tavern, the tall figure raised his right hand to his chest, and a tiny milky white halo slowly emerged. The white light was so pure and so sacred that Locke couldn't help but secretly pray a few words to the Holy Light and repent of the crimes he had committed.

"It turns out you are really an adult! That's easy to handle. I won't hide anything you want to know..."

In the plane of Enverk, the Paladin has a huge influence that transcends all worldly powers. And the many noble knights who are willing to travel around the world to eradicate ferocious beasts, punish traitors, and save lives have made this group the most accepted sacred profession among all walks of life.

Even if a gray figure like Locke walks in darkness and shadows, when he meets a paladin, he still admires and respects him.

"Sir, I can't take your things. Let's do this. If you want to know anything, just ask. I will do my best to help you..."

Greem shook his head and did not take back the white crystal that was covered with black cloth. Instead, he quickly started asking questions in a low voice.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Grim nodded with satisfaction, nodded at the other party, turned around and left the tavern.

From Locke, Greem had already gotten the answer he wanted, so he did not stop in Zola City. He bought two tall and strong horses, purchased some food and water, and then left the south gate to blend in with the crowd. Heading towards the south.

The Little Knife Society is indeed a famous intelligence organization in the Zambis Empire. Although they don't know everything that happened in Harkans City, they have a general understanding.

You know, Zola City, where Locke is located, is nearly 800 kilometers away from Harkans City. And now, only four days have passed since the battle in Hakans City, and they can detect the intelligence there to this extent.

For an underground organization that wanders in darkness, this is already a rare thing!

Therefore, Greem verified the credibility of the information in Locke's mouth in this way. But what he really wanted to know was not the city of Hakans, but the whereabouts of the other two deceitful witches.

They broke into Enverk's plane together two months ago, but had to be separated due to "unexpected factors". From Locke's mouth, Greem got the news that there seemed to be some big trouble in the west of the empire a month ago, and someone reported that traces of witches were found.

The Holy Light Chapel there also sent a large number of paladins to participate in the encirclement and suppression, and seemed to have trapped the opponent in a place called the Dark Forest.

Regardless of whether the other party was Reina or not, Greem felt that he needed to go there!

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