Chapter 388 Interlude
Sorian has not been at peace since he learned that he was going to pass through the elves' territory, but when he knew that the elves would provide some "just gifts", the old dwarf settled down again, at least he would not hold on as tightly as he did at the beginning. Holding the ax, he said nothing gloomily.
The large box of gems he regarded as his life disappeared during the war, and the once wealthy dwarf became a penniless tramp again.
Lynch knew that he had had enough of the elves' ridicule when he was in Ulthuan. Unfortunately, for the sake of gold, the dwarf had to endure another ridicule from the elves. Lynch would not seek help from the rainforest for such a trivial matter.
So when he hypocritically told the inexperienced oracle about his legendary experiences, Lynch didn't believe a word of it.
"You must not want to know that the woman I met in the Altdorf Tavern, as she claims to be, has half-elf blood. You must not want to know the story between me and her." The dwarf exchanged words with Eugen in a low voice, winking. With his gaze, Lynch knew that an ignorant human being was about to be deceived.
"Go on, I'm very interested. After all, we are friends. As a friend, I need to know your past." Their exchange was not a confidential conversation, because everyone knew how loud the dwarf's voice was, and no matter how low it was, it could make the carriage move. Passers-by can hear clearly.
Obviously, Eugen didn't care about the ambiguous glances of passers-by. He stared seriously at the pubs in the streets and alleys, cold and distant, like a real prophet. If you don't consider that his eyes "accidentally" fell on the street women from time to time. if.
Lynch could understand the throbbing of young species. Spring was coming soon, and the poor cub had never vented his anger during the journey. Maybe Lynch should take Tigris away and give them a certain privacy distance.
No, maybe Lynch should leave alone, leaving the three of them free to relieve stress.
But the trip after that would be boring. Lynch didn't have much time, but he wasn't in a hurry either.
The dwarf gestured to Eugen mysteriously, and when the latter could no longer maintain his solemn posture, he rubbed his fingers together and pointed out:
"You understand that in the dwarf society, everything has to pay a price, so that you can get help within the scope."
While Eugen was searching his pockets for currency, the dwarf was already minding his own business and began to tell his little story.
"She was hairless, like every elf, and I couldn't tell the difference anyway, and she smiled at me like every woman in the tavern, for five silver plates," she told me.
The dwarf suddenly stopped and continued only when Eugen reluctantly dropped a copper into his palm.
"It is said that she has one-tenth of the elf blood, maybe one-eighth, I can't remember clearly. She said that one of her ancestors was an elf."
"I thought elves wouldn't combine with humans." Eugen seemed to have really fallen for the trick and Lynch couldn't bear to look away. Appropriate little jokes can indeed play an educational role.
If half-elves existed, they would be everywhere by now.
"She said whatever she wanted, and when I brought the donkey over, tut. I don't know how to describe that look."
"It sounds like Druchi's style. They are indeed not picky." Tigris also added without changing his face.
Only one of the three people on the carriage believed the story. When the "Priest of Sigmar" in Sorian's mouth discovered the scandal in the tavern and joined in, Eugen could vaguely sense that something was wrong with this scrawled erotic joke.
He has dealt with Sigmar priests before. Even if he is not a priest disguised as a Slaanesh believer, a serious priest will only appear in the presence of two people.
The carriage followed the winding road south, turned at the fork leading to the dock, and spread towards the East City.
The wooden houses in Erengrad are all very low, and you can directly see the other side of the city if you stand upright.
The Elf District is in the south of the city near the dock, next to the city's south gate.
Of course it was impossible for Lynch to leave the city directly. He could endure traveling day and night, but others could not.
The further east the carriage goes, the fewer pedestrians will be on the road, at least the road will no longer be blocked.
Maybe it's because those gentlemen and ladies who are not noble enough have already gone to the docks, factories, and mercenary trading streets. Only a few poor people who can't afford the boat fare and need to go to the south city are still traveling along the roads that extend in all directions.
The locals seemed to call the area Lynch was passing through the Lower City, home to the poor.
Of course, since it is close to the water, it is also a business district, and every alley is filled with shops. Lin Qi only took a quick glance and saw many items that are precious to mortals.
There are handicrafts from the elves, as well as some tools and weapons from the Dwarf Gaiden, and the furs hunted by the Norscans will also appear in the market. Without exception, all shopping streets have their own order maintainers, or merchant guards. , or the local gang.
Lynch looked up at the temple of the goddess Verena on the other side of the river, and couldn't help but feel some irony - the temple of the goddess of justice was the simplest among the temples of the gods.
The temple of Mor in the cemetery in the southeast is enough to make his wife jealous, not to mention the spectacular Daha Temple that reflects the sun, and the temple in the east of the city that is decorated with flowers and strange rocks and cascades down the hillside. Temple of Esun.
Obviously, justice and knowledge are not popular in this city. On the contrary, Sharya's healing temple is quite brilliant. Perhaps it is because the local Sharya priests never care who the healed people are. You can buy health by paying money. .
Only Thor's temple can rival Lady Verena's dwelling - all that remains is an empty stone tower on the hillside outside the city, and no ratmen have invaded it.
A casual glance made Lynch discover an old acquaintance. At least he still remembered the other person's appearance, but he didn't know if the other person still remembered him.
Wesson Whale Hunter argued in a deep voice with the merchant who was trying to lower the price. He was not a Norscan who had never seen the world. He was once a member of the White Wolf Knights. He knew how much the complete fur of the beast was worth.
He could understand the businessman's pursuit of profits, but he had left room for the traders to make money. As long as he took them to Osterland and resold them, the batch of mammoth skins he brought could make this greedy guy enough to buy a new one. net profit from the estate.
The Skelin youths who were traveling with him were not sure why they were about to fight. They didn't know anything, but after they decided to leave the tribe and explore the world, they swore to obey their leader and follow his lead.
Wesen cannot let them down. Money is needed for food, clothing, housing and transportation in the civilized world. They cannot repeat their old ways. This is an attempt that must succeed - the Norscans also have the right to join civilization.