The Adventurers' Guild.
When Søren entered, the guild was already bustling with activity. Many merchants had gathered here, and they were planning to gather their reputations and work together to break through the encirclement. If the road continued to be blocked, the goods in their hands would rot here, and some of the goods would be lost if they missed the deadline. If the road was blocked for a month or two, they might not even be able to return to their homes. Many places would be covered in snow during winter, and it would be impossible to cross the encirclement.
The roads in this world were still primitive. Even if there were human activities, they would still be blocked by the snow and ice of winter. In his previous life, snowstorms were rare due to global warming, but in this primitive world, winter was the time when human activity was rare. Even in the south, the snow could reach up to twenty centimeters thick. With such a thickness, a person's foot would reach their knees, and it would be impossible for carriages and horses to pass through. (Knowledge [Geography])
The B-rank quest reward was still on the bulletin board.
Although Søren wanted to accept the quest and tell them the reason behind it, he knew that he was not strong enough to take the reward.
Leaving aside the question of how he could prove that he knew there was an Ancient Red Dragon in the encirclement.
Even if they believed him, the suspicion they would have was enough to cause unnecessary trouble. The Adventurers' Guild would not easily believe that a mere Tier 2 Rogue could obtain such important information. With his strength, he could not even break through the encirclement of monsters outside the encirclement. This kind of quest required a rough record of the completion of the quest. Søren did not even know the geography of the encirclement, so how could he make up a flawless lie?
The merchants were still arguing. They wanted to work together to hire more manpower, but they also wanted to ask the higher-ranked merchants to send an army to Whiterun to clear the encirclement. The monsters that were expelled from their original encirclement had taken over many places, cutting off the trade routes and cutting off the supplies to Whiterun.
"Incompetent nobles!"
Søren turned around and glanced at the young merchant who was complaining. He then walked out of the guild.
For now.
These people could not come up with a viable solution. Now, it was up to Whiterun to deal with the situation.
In every city, there were places that could not see the light of day.
These places had inconspicuous signs, and if one was not familiar with the gray area, it would be difficult to find the dark corners of these alleys. Søren walked through the dirty alleys, and the air was filled with the smell of urine. Even a place like Whiterun could not avoid the filth and stench. Many residents poured their chamber pots out of their windows onto the streets. In other words, if one was not careful early in the morning, they would be drenched in urine.
Soon, Soran arrived in front of an iron gate. There was a cross of swords in front of the gate, and a snake was engraved underneath.
. clank.
He knocked on the door, and the door frame opened. The guard looked at him coldly and asked in a deep voice, "Who is it?"
. is everywhere, "Søren ren ren ren ren ren ren's
The heavy door opened quickly. The guard glanced behind him and invited him in.
The space inside was very spacious, and there were a lot of weapons. However, most of them were ordinary equipment, including prohibited crossbows.
Many of the lethal items were prohibited items and military weapons.
They could not be bought from regular weapon shops. Søren wanted to buy more than these, so he had to go through the gray area.
"What do you want?" A man with a cold expression walked out.
Søren looked at him, then looked around and said, "Venom. The venom of a wyvern. "
"And a crossbow. The bolts must be poisoned as well."
The man stared at him, then turned around and sat on a chair. He crossed his legs and said, "These things are not cheap."
"Did you bring enough money?"
Søren took out a heavy money bag and said, "120 Kindler coins. I want undiluted venom. Don't try to fool me with defective products."
This was a lesson learned from experience. He had bought many diluted venoms in the past.
"Deal."
The gloomy man pondered for a moment, then opened the drawer and took out a thumb-sized bottle. He threw it directly into Soran's hand and said in a deep voice, "If you're not afraid of death, check it yourself."
Søren caught it, uncorked it and smelled it. He then quickly closed it and threw the money bag in his hand over.
The venom of the wyvern.
It was the strongest poison that could be obtained through conventional means. It was also the most commonly used poison by assassins. Poison was not as simple as rubbing it on. Many poisons would quickly evaporate after coming into contact with air. Wyvern venom was one of the most stable. It could maintain its toxicity for a day or two when rubbed on a weapon.
To deal with more troublesome enemies, thieves had to rely on other means!
"Follow me."
The man took the money bag and counted it. He then gave a look and said, "The weapon you want is behind."
The man quickly took out a strong crossbow. There were also thirty dark-green bolts. These bolts were soaked in venom when they were made. The poison had already seeped into them. They were more deadly to ordinary people, but they could also deal a lot of damage to professions. Regular weapons shops could only buy ordinary equipment. This kind of thing could not be obtained through conventional means.
"Thirty Kindler."
The man threw the crossbow over to check the goods and said, "Is there anything else you need? There are still many good things in my shop. "
Søren took the crossbow and assembled it. He then put it away and said, "Do you have any alchemy products?"
The man's expression stiffened. He paused for a moment and said, "Those things will cause trouble if they get out. The city guards will conduct a large-scale search without waiting for the church to make a move."
The control of alchemy weapons was very strict.
Søren was not surprised. He paid for the crossbow and said, "I'll take these."
When Soran left, the guard on the side glanced at him and came over to say, "Boss, I'm sorry. What's the background of that guy? "
"We're just doing business. I don't care where he's from." The man played with a Kindler in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Maybe he's from the Mask of Shadows, or maybe he's from the Dark Brotherhood."
"None of those rogues know their place."
After buying what he wanted, Søren rushed to the inn.
But before he got close, he felt that something was wrong. There were a lot of Whiterun city guards nearby. He covered his weapon with his clothes and quickly ran to the inn where he was staying.
There were a lot of people around him, and some of them looked unfriendly.
Something happened!
Søren's face instantly turned ugly. He put his hand on his curved sword and released a murderous aura.
But someone suddenly pulled him back.
The person looked familiar. He should be one of the guards. He came over to Søren and hurriedly said, "Vivian is fine."
"The little girl is very smart."
"She came to us after the incident. She's now at the caravan's residence. The master sent me to find you."
Søren breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked around with some lingering fear, frowned, and stared at the inn owner who was explaining to the Whiterun guards in the distance. He then turned around and left with the caravan guard.
He would deal with this matter when he came back. The most important thing now was to make sure Vivian was safe.
Søren walked very fast.
The caravan guard had no choice but to trot to keep up. The two soon arrived at the caravan station in Whiterun City. Because the Northern Witches were quite powerful, they had their own independent courtyard and shops close to the bustling area. The guard captain nodded when he saw Søren. The two had become closer after selling the ankhegs' shells. If Søren was not in a hurry to leave, the guard captain would have invited Søren for a drink.
After all, the 1,500 Kindler made them a lot of money.
"The master is inside."
The guard captain pointed at the room behind him and said, "The little girl is very smart. She couldn't find you after the incident at the inn, so she followed the original path to find us. "
"I didn't expect an eight-year-old girl to have such a good memory. I've been here a few times, but sometimes I don't know the way."
"She's in the master's room. We can't go in."
"Be careful."
"The master doesn't seem to be in a good mood today."
Søren nodded to express his gratitude. He then took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked in.
"Big brother!"
Vivian, who was sitting on a chair, saw Søren and immediately ran to him. Søren reached out and hugged her. He patted her back gently and said, "It's okay. I'm back. "
"Tell me what happened."
The little girl had changed into a clean set of clothes. The white dress on her made her look like a little princess. The mysterious mistress of the caravan was sitting on a deck chair in the room. When she saw Søren, she frowned and said, "Vivian knows magic!"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Do you know how many problems a natural warlock will encounter? They're different from the rest, and they're destined to attract a lot of trouble before they grow up.
"If it's someone with good intentions, it's fine. But if it's someone with evil intentions …"
Vivian will become their easy target. "
Søren was stunned. Although the mistress of the caravan spoke in a harsh tone, her words still surprised Søren. Her attitude told him that she cared about Vivian's safety. They had known each other for less than five days, and they had only traveled together. They didn't really talk much. The mistress of the caravan's reaction could only mean that she really liked Vivian, or that she was so good at acting that she could even fool herself.
The little girl seemed to be able to get close to others easily, as long as they didn't have any bad intentions.
For example, the priestess and the Northern Witch in front of him.
"I'm sorry."
Søren didn't know why he was apologizing, but he still put Vivian down and bowed. "We didn't want to attract unnecessary trouble, so we didn't tell you that Vivian can cast spells. After all, we can't be sure who's trustworthy."
"I owe you one this time."
… … …
(Warlock [Profession Information]: Warlocks are born with the ability to cast spells. They begin to display their primitive magic during puberty. Their first spells may be cast accidentally, and they may not be able to control them. Sometimes, it can even lead to dangerous situations. A young warlock's house is often filled with strange sounds and lights, and it looks like a haunted place. However, one day, the warlock will understand their own unique power and begin to practice and improve their spellcasting skills. A few lucky young warlocks can be taught by older warlocks how to use their innate power. However, it's more common for young warlocks to live a lonely life due to fear from their friends and misunderstandings from their family.
Because of their natural charm, warlocks often leave a strong impression on others, which helps them to communicate with others. But sometimes, because of her appearance, she would attract unnecessary trouble. [Female Sorcerer].
Before they grow up, warlocks will encounter many problems due to their unique characteristics.)
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