After wandering around the town for a while, Butcher came to a wet and dark alley. The beggars on the roadside sat on a broken mat with bowls in front of them, and their ragged clothes smelled disgusting, but their bright eyes did not see the begging look. These were spies from the Brotherhood, and more precisely, the janitors of the Thieves Union. They were able to accurately distinguish the identities of their own people, customers and enemies.

Butcher glanced at him, and raised his legs and was about to step over. A gleam suddenly burst out from the beggar's eyes. He reached out to pull out the short knife under the seat, and rushed towards the strong man. Butcher didn't say a sound, and raised his kick and kicked the beggar's stomach and kicked him away. Then he quickly followed the downward elbow and slammed the beggar's head.

The beggar lay on the ground and motionless, and Buche walked in without looking back. Some figures appeared in the shadow of the alley, with sharp weapons in their hands surrounding them from all directions. Buche spat on the ground and said, "I'm so anxious to come and die?"

"Okay, I'll go back. Don't you know this is a guest?" A secret door opened in the alley, and a long-haired man in a loose floral shirt came out of it. His face was shriveled and pale, and his figure was thin, just like a habitual criminal who had been imprisoned in a dungeon for a long time. "Look at who this is, Kelmanga's butcher is such a rare guest."

"I don't like that name," Butcher said. "Are you going to talk to me here or let me go in and sit?"

"Of course, please come in, I dare not stop you."

There was a warehouse in the room, filled with wooden boxes of all sizes. Many boxes had been opened, with soft straw piled up inside, and the crossbow was dismantled into parts and hidden in the middle of the straw. Many boxes were piled up shaky, and in the middle of such a pile of boxes, there was a secret door walking underground. The two of them went in one after another, walked through a dim corridor, and came to an underground bar.

"Get out of the way for my friends, go to other places to play." The thin man waved his hand, and in a short while, the place was empty. The long bar and many fragrant wine were left. Butcher smelled it with his nose, and the messy smell made him unable to tell the sign, so he took a bottle from the table and drank it in big mouthfuls.

"It's been a long time since I've been so happy." Butcher wiped his mouth and said to the owner of the place: "Silly bird, you owe me twice. I'll give you a chance, and once."

"Hey, first, I didn't owe you twice, at most once. Second, I'm not called a fool, but a cuckoo. There's a big difference between the two."

"It's easy." Butcher waved his hand and glanced around: "Do you have nothing to eat here? I'm very hungry!"

"No." The thin man looked at Butcher with interest: "Even if there is, the things here are all covered with other people's saliva. Are you willing to eat them? By the way, why are you so down and unable to eat enough now? Do you want to come to me to cook? I have always been generous and admire you very much."

"I appreciate it! If I come to you, you will definitely find a way to kill me all day long." Butcher's scars trembled, and he said, "I came to you because of your old skills. Do you know there is a big druid nearby?"

"Oh, you came for this too? A week ago, the guild in Neibo Town had inquired about this. But they were too stingy, so I gave them some superficial information." Du Juan licked her lips and leaned forward: "There are things about the big druid, and it is worth a vote. Let's do it together? The reward of 200 gold coins, regardless of whether it will be successful or not."

The so-called worthy of a vote is nothing more than robbery, theft or blackmail, which are all illegal transactions. Most of the work only requires the thief to take action by himself. Now the thin man values ​​Butcher's combat ability, which means that this matter is difficult and may require brute force to solve it. Two hundred gold coins are enough for Butcher to live a while, but he obviously doesn't want to have too deep connection with the thief industry.

"You talk about this big druid first, it's better not to fool me."

"I dare not. I don't want the entire guild to turn into a pool of blood. Kelmanga's tragedy is enough for one time." Du Juan said.

From the town of Wato to the west and to the seaside city of Magnima, it is a control area of ​​goblins. This is a dangerous swamp, and there is no known safe road to pass, except for a river with water all year round. The Yoda River connects the two places and also provides sufficient water for the swamps in this area. Wato and the town of goblin city of Magnima are constantly fighting on the river, trying to push the front line to the other area. However, if the swamp cannot be controlled, only one river is not enough to eliminate the other.

"The big druid lives in the swamp, and he has something to do with the goblins, so the goblins never attack him." Du Juan said: "There were two or three times. The goblin captured some people from the caravan, and it was this big druid who mediated and redeemed the people."

"So, this is still a good person?" Butcher was a little surprised.

"Maybe, no one can tell." Du Juan said: "This druid is a little crazy. The person I sent was beaten up by him and threw it to the goblin. Fortunately, the man was smart and escaped from the goblin's hands, otherwise I would have thought he had been killed by the swamp."

"Is it that you sent to me that I'm not a good person at all?" Butcher laughed and said, "I think it's all that person deserves it."

"Hmph, do you think you will be treated better if you go? Do you think you are a good person or a bad person?" Dujuan tapped the table with his finger: "My subordinates told me that the druid lived in the place where he lived many goblin tributes, including jewelry and artwork, were found from Magnima. You also know that there are many valuable things left over from the past in Magnima City, which are worth our adventure."

"Tell me where the druid lives and how to pass by safely, and I'll just forget you've vanished the favor."

"Hey, we two are good friends. As for leaving me out in a hurry?" Although the thin man said this, his hands were not idle and he quickly drew a map. Butcher glanced at it and saw that it was marked in great detail, listing the rivers, hills and easily identifiable landmarks.

"Butchman, you saved my life when you were at Kelmanga. I will never forget this. To be honest, I have never been afraid in my life, but when I saw you come out of blood and fire, I was really scared and thought I was dead. Half of the city was dead, what qualifications do I have to survive? I have always wondered why you let me go and even took me out?"

Butcher's index finger shook slightly, as if the fierce battle and crazy killing that day had reappeared again. He didn't want to talk about this, so he picked up the dark beer and sipped it hard, then grabbed the map and stuffed it into his pocket. Butcher stood up, and his tall figure completely enveloped the underground bar. He said to Du Juan: "I'll give you an advice, don't cause trouble for the big druid, because a group of paladins have set his sights on him. No matter whether this druid is good or evil, there is no room for you to interfere."

"If you have no good results when you get mixed up with the Paladin, they may discover your identity at any time, and then the judgment will be welcomed by you." The thin man persuaded: "You are not the same person as them, and no one will give you fairness and shelter."

Butcher turned around, looked at Dujuan, and his mouth slightly raised: "No, I found a very interesting person. Maybe this person can give me what I want. Judgment, I am no longer worried about this issue."

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Chapter completed!