Half-elf Ranger

Near the east gate of Twin Towers Town, which is closest to the Wild Skull Mountains, there is a large and messy tavern that has nothing to do with gorgeousness.

In the noisy and messy ‘Little Frog’ tavern, there were crowds of people everywhere, the smell of alcohol was overflowing, and the air was full of the excited smell of **** and money.

As the rusty wind chimes collided with the sound of ‘ding dong’, two figures walked in from the darkness.

“Hello boss, it’s been a long time.” Thorne led Gilt to the counter and greeted the shopkeeper who was staring at the ledger with a grin.

After speaking, he seemed to sense something, and subconsciously looked up at the ceiling blackened by the fireplace: a small, leisurely spider crawled into a crack in the wall.

Hopefully it won’t **** the drink from the guests, Thorne thought.

have not seen you for a long time?

The shopkeeper who was doing the accounting made a murmur in his heart. Although the voice sounded familiar to him, he really couldn’t remember who the owner of the voice was.

So he instinctively looked up, just to see the half-elf in front of him stretched out his black hood and stroked his messy black hair, revealing a face that impressed him.

In a trance, he remembered the two worst damages in the history of his pub a few years ago.

The tavern owner shuddered, and the quill slipped from his palm, letting it fall to the ground like a leaf in the wind.

“It’s you? You are…” He exclaimed subconsciously, but was interrupted by Thorne’s hand:

“Don’t be so loud, nothing else, my friend and I just want to fill our stomachs here with you, and then take a comfortable hot bath and spend the night, no problem?”

“Of course there’s no problem.” The shopkeeper showed a hearty smile.

The half-elf ranger in Waterfall Town, the tower owner of the Emerald Tower, no one in the entire Twin Towers Town does not know his name.

The only pity is that few people know what he looks like.

And he was one of those few people, otherwise he wouldn’t have recognized the other person at once.

Then, the shopkeeper began to look at the friends around the Ranger.

However, to Thorne’s surprise, when the shopkeeper turned his attention to Gilt, he clearly found that the cheerful shopkeeper’s full of smiles all froze on his face.

It was replaced by a vicious and gnashing expression: “Damn Gilt, why did you come here.”

“Aha! We, the great poet and famous artist of the Corina Peninsula, what’s the matter with you today? Got beaten up again?”

The tavern owner seemed to have discovered something interesting. He stared at the embarrassed appearance of the poet in front of him, and exclaimed to Gilt with a playful exclamation:

“Don’t tell me, you’re being chased into the ‘Drunken Rose’ pigpen. No way? No way?”

After speaking, he exaggeratedly covered his mouth and nose and waved his sleeves.

“You guessed it right.” Thorne glanced at the other party in surprise, complimenting the other party’s keen insight.

“Gilt, the bard, is known to everyone in Twin Towers. He’s neither helpful nor harmful, but he never holds back. He’s like a louse on a dog’s tail…”

The owner of the tavern played a mocking attribute that surprised Thorne, and he spat at Gilt.

“Cut! At least I have the courage to go outside, and you? Don’t you realize that you have become a mole who only hides in a musty burrow. You are so disappointing to me, dear shopkeeper, you know Disappointment like what?”

Facing the shopkeeper’s ridicule, Gilt’s face was as thick as ever. He reached out and brushed the messy hair in front of his forehead, leaning against the counter, staring at the stack of gold coins on the tavern shopkeeper’s table, with a smirk on his face. Picking one up, spinning it on the table, he retorted in a relaxed tone:

“Disappointment is like gold coins, there will always be enough to buy a ticket to leave. The clever shopkeeper, thank you very much, you have helped me find the material for writing poetry, thank you for giving me the mouth of a wasp. Inspiration from me.”

“Fuck you! Don’t look for the main body of the song in me.” The shopkeeper laughed and scolded, and refuted it without showing weakness:

“Although I also really want to be the protagonist of a ballad, it’s a pity that a person like you who only looks for inspiration in women can create a touching story about the inner struggle of a tavern owner. Thinking that you can only Playing in that kind of place, I’m really sad for you, but there’s nothing you can do, because the untalented people don’t have the capital to choose the audience.”

“Aha! I…” Gilt gave the shopkeeper a charming smile.

“Okay, shut up, didn’t you just scream that your whole body hurts, now you’re comfortable again?”

Thorne, who couldn’t stand it any longer, interrupted the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two and said to the shopkeeper, “What’s there to eat, please help us get some more meat. Try to hurry up, I’m starving.”

Since he experienced two dragon blood baptisms, he has found that his appetite has increased significantly, and his original appetite has gradually been spoiled by Andrina.

So much so that he couldn’t swallow the hard food.

“No problem, I’ll be fine soon.” The shopkeeper gave Gilt a smug look and responded happily.

“Don’t worry, we’ll stay for one night and leave, and we won’t cause you any trouble.” Seeing the other party being so cheerful, Thorne remembered the unpleasantness that happened in the past, felt a little sorry, and assured the owner again.

Hearing Thorne’s assurance, the tavern owner replied unexpectedly.

“It doesn’t matter, if you really encounter any danger here, you must let go of your hands and feet and beat them hard. Don’t hurt yourself because you are worried about causing damage to the tavern, don’t worry, I won’t Care.”

“Uh…” Thorne’s brain circuit failed to reflect the true meaning of the other party’s words for a while.

When he left the counter and came to his senses, the first thing he thought of was that the other party had a problem with his mind?

Obviously, this possibility is very low.

So he turned his attention to Gilt, who came over with a large glass of beer.

“What about this guy?” As the two walked, Gilt explained to Thorne:

“He actually wanted to redecorate his tavern for a long time, but with the stability of law and order in Twin Towers Town, there are fewer troublemakers, and his tavern has no chance to enjoy serious damage.”

“If you want to renovate, just renovate it directly, why must it be damaged first.” Thorne was even more puzzled.

“Because he insures the tavern.” Gilt curled his lips and took a sip of his beer, “You think, if you really destroy him here, he will not only get your compensation, but also the lord of Twin Towers Town. The compensation from the newly established insurance agency is simply a win-win situation.”

“Okay…” Thorne replied speechlessly.

He looked around with scrutiny and found no suspicious persons.

So I prayed secretly in my heart that no guy with bad eyes would come over to look for him.

Then the two walked towards the dark corner of the hall together.

Because of that corner location, they can clearly see everyone who comes in, but only those who are especially attentive can see them.

That’s why Thorne likes to be inconspicuous.

Unfortunately, when the two came over, several positions in the corner were all occupied.

The occupants are some very amiable young ladies, and the smiles on their faces seem to say: as long as they have money, they treat you better than anyone else.

It was still early in the evening, so they just sat sloppily, sipping from their glasses, and rubbing perfume into their knees and elbows.

Thorne prepared to go elsewhere with Gilt, and to their dismay, they found that the pub was very lively tonight, except for a few vacancies in this corner, almost all occupied.

“Hey! Do you want a game kiss? Or, a hug?” A woman with long red hair looked at her nails and greeted the two of them.

“Oh! Madam Ashanda, we just want to see for ourselves.” Gilt replied first, looking at her lightly.

After finishing speaking, he touched Thorne beside him and gestured with his eyes, as if telling him: there is no other place, let’s sit here.

Thorne nodded slightly, showing an indifferent expression.

When the two were seated, the red-haired woman Asanda smiled sarcastically and coquettishly at Gilt, put on a shocked expression, blinked, put **** in her mouth, and replied:

“Most people like to have a good audience, that’s fine, you just sit. But if you’re going to take this opportunity and want to do something and you can’t afford it, you know what’s going to happen, third-rate poet.”

Thorne sat blankly opposite the woman the poet called Ashanda.

Vaguely, he felt that the temperament of the red-haired woman was different from that of the other young ladies nearby, and it made him feel more like a professional with good strength.

The perfume she was wearing, to Thorne, was more like the scent of natural roses, not as strong as the others.

A little bit drifted into the nose, and it smelled very good.

It’s not like what a Fengchen woman should look like.

The most important thing is that in terms of appearance, she is undoubtedly the most beautiful and attractive of all women, but many adventurers who pass by would rather take a detour than pass by her.

Looking at her eyes, like avoiding snakes and scorpions.

This made Thorne a little curious, and his eyes stayed on her for a while.

Hearing Ahsanda’s warning, Gilt hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to sit on Thorne’s left.

As a poet who often hangs out in taverns, he clearly knows how powerful the woman in front of him is.

He has seen her dagger boots pierce the shin bones of many men, and he has also seen her stab the daggers into the stomachs of some ignorant adventurers, making him scream and get out of the tavern.

If Thorne hadn’t been by his side, he wouldn’t have sat at a table with the red-haired woman.

Looking at Ashanda with a smile on her face, Gilt glanced at Thorne, who was full of security, and immediately let go of his courage and made a move he had long wanted to try but never dared to do.

He took the initiative to wink at her in a flirtatious manner, and pretended to say:

“Beautiful Ms. Asanda, do you know? Seeing your long fiery red hair, I specially wrote five lines of love poems about fire for you. Two lines are reserved for you to burn mellow coffee, and two lines are reserved for the cold wave. When it comes, I will get you warmth, and the last line will be left for you to read me in the dark night.”

“It’s so touching, so, dirty poet, do you want me to warm up your body?”

The red-haired woman met Gilt’s gaze, giggled, and boldly got up from the chair, walked past Thorne, and came between the two.

The glamorous Asanda was cold and soft in a sleek, tight skirt, and deliberately rubbed her rounded hips against Thorne’s arms as she passed.

He looked startled, and immediately realized that the other party was sending a message to him.

Thorne looked thoughtfully at Ashanda, who was flirting with Gilt, and pulled a brooch from her dimensional bag.

And the other party didn’t care about his unbridled gaze, flirting with Gilt as if he didn’t exist.

Her crystal clear eyes shimmered, and a sweet smile hung on the corner of her mouth. With her slender waist swaying, her full buttocks swayed in a heart-warming arc.

Just when she was about to sit on Gilt’s lap, her soft waist suddenly twisted and she stood up abruptly, making the smirking poet go blank.

“Little darling, when you have money, you can do it anytime.” Asanda said to Gilt in a hoarse voice, looking at the poet’s flushed face, she chuckled and teased: “And , my sister will also teach you a lot of wonderful techniques and postures, the kind that don’t charge tuition fees.”

Ahsanda giggled and left, blinking inadvertently at Thorne, and disappeared into the darkness outside the tavern.