Chapter 480 Gendler's Commission
Rolling down the block, in a tavern called [Seagull on the Shore].
Scar raised his hand and asked the waiter next to him for two glasses of rye beer. When the drinks came, he directly handed one of the glasses to the middle-aged man named Gendelair in front of him.
"Now do you know why you are looking for me? My friend, your expression tells me that you are indeed in a lot of trouble. If your reason for asking for help is legitimate enough, I can assure you in the name of the paladin that you will not I will turn a blind eye to your difficulties.”
Gendelair took the beer from Scar, but did not drink it directly. Scar was right. Just from his dress and expression, it can be seen that he has been having a very unhappy time recently. , not in the mood to drink at all.
Not only did his leather armor show signs of being burned by the fire, but his eyes were also bloodshot, indicating that he didn't sleep well last night. The beard on his face could be seen to have been carefully taken care of in the past, but now it is It had become a mess, and there were even some dried blood stains on his clothes, as well as the crossbow arrows he was carrying.
All these messages told Scar that the man in front of him should have experienced a fierce battle not long ago, probably last night, and there were quite a lot of people on both sides of the battle, otherwise it would be impossible for him to have no obvious trauma.
To be honest, this is unusual. Baldur's Gate may be bad, with murders and bandits rife, but large-scale fighting rarely occurs, and when it does, news about it spreads quickly throughout the city.
However, considering that this place is already in the outer city, outside the protection range of city walls and civilization, it is understandable that the message transmission speed is a little slow, but even so, this kind of thing is still enough to be called rare.
"Yes, sir, I should make it clear to you. At least when asking for help, I can't even hide this information. But there is one thing I must explain in advance, sir, that point is our identity... We are [Gur people]”
Gur people? ! Scar showed a look of surprise. He had heard of this nation. It is said that almost all Gur people are wanderers. They have no fixed residence and no fixed occupation. They will just randomly follow the tribe in the form of wanderers. Move to a certain area and maintain the operation and stability of the tribe through methods including begging, performing arts, accepting commissions, cheating, or direct force plunder.
This special way of life determines that each Gur tribe is different, but given that some of them are too notorious, this directly leads to almost all Gur tribes becoming unwelcome.
People don't know what these wanderers really look like. Maybe the day before, they could enjoy the gorgeous performance of these Gur people, but that night, they turned into bandits who burned, killed, looted, and did everything. These are all possible.
Ordinary people have no ability to distinguish between good and bad among them, so they can only kill all the Gur tribes with one stick and express their unwelcome attitude towards all Gur tribes. However, this tribe in front of them can actually survive in Baldur. The door gets a stay station...
"I have indeed heard some negative rumors about the Gur tribe, but I am not an ordinary citizen who knows nothing. I know some of the nuances and have a certain understanding of your tribe, so you don't have to worry. I won’t be affected by those rumors, so feel free to talk about my worries.”
"If so, that would be great."
Gendelair breathed a sigh of relief, finally raised the glass of beer and took a sip, and then said in a heavy tone.
"...We are a tribe of Gur people who make a living by hunting. Most of the people in the tribe are monster hunters, making a living for others to solve the giant beasts that affect their lives. More than a month ago, Uma of the tribe led Then we arrived at Baldur's Gate."
"We have only two purposes here, one is to escape the cold winter, and the other is to make money. Baldur's Gate provides us with many opportunities. There are many jobs for us to choose from, so at least as of yesterday, everything Everything is going very smoothly. We made enough money and used the wealth to buy enough supplies to survive the winter. We also built a camp on a cliff near Dust Eagle Mountain in the Falling Area. "
"The space there is very open and the terrain is very flat. It is really a very good camping option. The tribesmen were very happy, but just last night, our camp was attacked."
Gendelair tightly clenched the handle of the wine glass in his hand.
"It's a bunch of damn vampire bastards! Werewolves, and mutated ghouls! They raided our tribe at night! They killed many of us, and set fire to the warehouse where we stored supplies, and then we resisted with all our strength. While they were attacking, extinguishing the fire, and rescuing supplies for the winter, they took advantage of the chaos and stole our children!”
"All the children! That is our future! My poor Caesar, and Kass, I really don't know what they are going through right now! We need your help, my lord, our camp is too far from Baldur's Gate. Far away, Flame Fist will not care about this matter, you are the last hope we can rely on, maybe only a hero like you can save them!"
vampire? ! Here? What kind of surprises is hidden in this ghost place waiting for me to discover.
"You didn't lie. I can feel that what you said before is indeed true."
"So my lord!"
"No matter from which aspect, what those vampires did is too bad. I will not allow this kind of thing to continue in this city in the future, so I will help you, Gendrel. I swear in my name that I will find the hiding place of the vampires as quickly as possible, rescue your children, and then destroy them all."
"This... This is really the best news I have heard in this period of time. The Gur people will never forget your kindness!"
Gendrel stood up excitedly! During the days they stayed in Baldur's Gate, they heard all the legendary stories about Scar, the paladin, and his team!
What conspiracy to destroy the three gods of death, dragging an entire city out of hell, defeating the legendary figure Shaflock a hundred years ago head-on, and hanging his head on the gate of the petrified lizard!
These rumors are too exaggerated. Some of them Gendrel can't verify their authenticity at all, but Shaflock's head is still hanging on the city gate!
Being able to do this has thoroughly verified their strength! With the help of such a person, the children will definitely be saved!