Chapter 450 Raid
The Oracle was shocked again. He hadn't seen such an idiot for a long time.
No matter how bad things get, Ranold is always a righteous man.
Eugen's eyes wandered around the tavern. As expected, a few drinkers who didn't look outstanding frowned slightly.
He knew that "Ranod" was the human god of merchants and thieves, and that these two professions were often interchangeable.
In the imperial towns that Eugen visited, Ranold ruled the underground. Violent extortion as now was not common. Ranold's underground followers preferred flashy performances and premeditated crimes.
If you guessed it correctly, some of the merchants in the tavern were members of a certain Ranold thieves organization.
In other places, someone who dared to blaspheme Ranold like this would be found lying in an alley not long after leaving the tavern, with one finger missing.
It seems that Ranold doesn't rule the underworld of Middenheim, and the local ruffians don't even know to fear the god of thieves.
To put it another way, even the big riots during the day did not scare them away. They still dare to continue business as usual today. It is unrealistic to expect them to have any wisdom.
The oracle was annoyed and said with a playful smile.
"So, do you know who I am?"
The smiling rhetoric made the four young men's gazes become more dangerous. One of the young men holding a dagger suddenly slapped the dagger on the table. The violent noise of the collision silenced the excitement in the tavern for a moment.
The tavern owner had stood up from the bar and seemed to have a crossbow in his hand.
"I don't care who you are, even Graf from Middenheim has to pay me some temporary accommodation today."
Eugen could guarantee that the Elector of Middenheim was really here, and he would never dare to say such a thing.
The Oracle was unsure again. He didn't know if these four idiots could recognize the Elector of Middenheim. Maybe even a certain noble would be blackmailed by them because they didn't know what the noble looked like.
At some point, Eugen felt that the inside of the tavern became a little brighter.
He was sure of Lynch's return based on intuition alone.
But Eugen's oldest partner doesn't seem to care at all about the exploitation he's facing.
The corner of the Oracle's mouth twitched slightly. He estimated that the lizard would have to fight to help.
"Well, sir, I think you have understood." Another young man approached Eugen. Eugen held down the hilt of his sword. If the other person dared to go further, he would draw the sword.
"Give us something, otherwise we guarantee that "that person" will make an ignorant guy like you disappear forever."
For a moment, Eugen thought that these four young men were the Chaos Gods. Apart from the Chaos Gods, probably no one would dare to blackmail an ancient holy priest in Lynch's sight like this.
It turned out that they were just ordinary people with audacity. When the four young men suddenly disappeared, Eugen almost thought that he had been attacked by a demon, but he had a more reliable guess: Lynch had returned.
"What did you do?" The Oracle lowered his voice and asked the air around him.
"I didn't do it." The cold tone told Eugen that he was not lying.
Lynch didn't understand why Eugen wasted his time on four ordinary people. When something like this happened, couldn't he just draw his sword and chop them into pieces?
Now it's too late even if Eugen wants to take revenge. If he wants to take a breath, Eugen may have to travel across mountains and rivers to challenge the thing that flashes across Lynch's perception, if that thing is still alive.
Just now, Lin Qi almost thought he was attacked by a rat.
No, Skaven probably wasn't that fast when he ran away from an accident.
Marienburg, the Holy Son of the Order of the Rose, claims that after a dangerous battle, he has seized the bargaining chip that will allow the order to turn defeat into victory.
Everyone witnessed the giant magic circle that the Holy Son had just carved, and the participants in the palace witnessed with their own eyes the Holy Son's claws extending into the distance out of thin air.
It does seem to be the case. The enigmatic Son is rarely tired. He is sitting in the palace on a new throne built of gold and silver. His rapid and violent breathing echoes in every participant. By the ears.
Their leader seemed to have spent a lot of money, and now the Holy Son seemed to have lost half of his life.
Flattery words were poured out by everyone, and those who could still accompany the Holy Son knew each other's preferences. No matter how magnificent the Holy Son's reputation was outside, it could not change the fact that he loved success and liked to suppress those who might be a threat.
The being on the throne used a method that could be called magic to make a futile move.
Four iron cages appeared out of thin air and floated in front of the throne.
"Teclis's companions are all under my control. I just need to use their ridiculous friendship to win." Even though he suppressed the joy in his words, he could not hide his desire to show off and boast.
It does take a lot of ability to arrest people in front of the most outstanding wizard of the elves. Maybe they shouldn't be so pessimistic before. The Holy Son may really have earth-shaking power.
The participants continued to utter devout praises, slowly raised their heads, and cast their eyes towards the iron cage half expectantly and half doubtfully.
The expected shock and disbelief successfully jumped into reality, but they were not frightened by the power of the Holy Son.
Maybe the Holy Son should check it carefully himself instead of just making the loot public.
The smell of urine spread in the palace, and a young man in the iron cage had wet his pants.
Looking at the four young men imprisoned in the sky, even the most optimistic person cannot laugh.
Teclis's companions would never be so miserable. Who doesn't know that elves are superior to others?
Those members who were already pessimistic were already considering specific escape routes. Only the ignorant fools were cheering for the Son and continued to praise the Son's power with words.
Working with them is a shame for even thinking members, who should have discovered the shortsightedness of this group of people, and should have realized that this organization has no future, instead of being bewitched by a living, mindless demigod.
"Who did it? What should we do?" Eugen became solemn.
"It has nothing to do with you." Lynch didn't know why a demon risked his life to take away four ruffians from Middenheim.
This behavior was so stupid that Lynch didn't want to take care of it. When passing Altdorf, he said hello to Rick's army, and they would probably go to the west to slay the half-dead demon.
After thinking about it for a long time, Lynch didn't understand what it was doing.
A burst of footsteps that were obviously lighter than humans came from the stairs. Lynch knew that this was Tigris deliberately showing his presence. The elf could have done all this silently.
"Who attacked us?"
The menacing elf mage made everyone in the tavern fall silent after witnessing the strange phenomenon. They dutifully shut their mouths and did not dare to discuss it. They thought it was the mage who killed four gangsters from the air.