The Druids left the road and went into the woods.
After sensing the lush greenery and the dense chirping of insects and birds around them, a sense of security enveloped them.
Many druids collapsed to the ground. Leaning against a tree, Black Thorn heaved a sigh and pulled back his hood.
Although he wasn't handsome, he had experienced many vicissitudes of life and was rather manly.
He took a deep breath and said in fear, "That woman is a Quasi Legend."
The other Druids didn't say anything. They had more or less guessed it.
Otherwise, with their Tree Shade's irascible character, how could they all stay silent and obediently leave after one of their companions died?
That was because they couldn't defeat her.
Nobody saw the woman's movement clearly.
They didn't know what happened at all, and Heather was already dead.
Besides, there was also a powerful Mage of the fire class who could fly.
The blue fireball didn't seem to be his strongest attack. They had no chance of winning.
The Mage alone was enough to deal with them. Plant magic was most vulnerable to fire magic attacks, and a Mage could easily suppress them. Besides, there was also a Quasi Legendary Warrior who was waiting for orders.
Nobody would have a conflict with such a combination.
Thinking of the beautiful Quasi Legendary Warrior, Black Thorn heaved a heavy sigh. "Isn't it said that the strongest professionals in Hollevin are only Masters? Who is that woman? She has reached the Quasi Legendary level at such a young age. "
Nobody could answer that. After all, they barely paid attention to worldly affairs and didn't know much about the current situation.
However, there was nothing wrong with what they were doing, because the world changed slowly.
This was because the changes in this world were actually very slow. Over the past thousands of years, other than the rise and fall of some small noble families, there were generally no major changes in the overall situation or forces.
Besides, they didn't completely ignore the affairs of the world. They only came out to collect information every five or five years.
After a while, someone asked, "What about Heather's family?"
Heather was a newcomer who got married recently. His wife was not bad looking. Black Thorn thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry. I'll take good care of his family."
The atmosphere immediately became weird. Many people were hesitant to speak, but nobody said anything.
After a while, rustling noises came from the woods. Somebody was coming.
All the Druids stood up and looked at the source of the noise warily.
Not long after, a familiar figure emerged from the forest. They heaved a sigh of relief.
This was a very ordinary-looking man, the type that would disappear in a crowd if he was too pretty.
Black Thorn looked at him and asked, "How is it going?"
"I've heard everything." The man took a breath and continued, "The lord of Delpon was originally the John family, but recently, Roland, a Golden Son, took away his power and is now under house arrest. It was said that they cut down the forest because Roland found an excuse so that a lot of poor people would have jobs and food in the winter. It was purely a sense of justice. Golden Son Roland is a Mage and the chairman of the Delpon Magic Tower. "
A man's face appeared in the Druids' minds. It was the kind that deserved a beating.
Black Thorn frowned and asked, "Golden Sons? What does that mean? "
The man swallowed. "Don't be surprised. The Golden Ones are humans from another plane brought here by the Goddess of Life. Their greatest characteristic is … immortality."
All the Druids were shocked, and some of them even jumped up from the ground.
Black Thorn shook his head. "That's impossible!"
"It's true," the intelligence agent said confidently. The intelligence agent said confidently, "I've asked almost twenty people and even used human magic, but the answer is the same. It's already a consensus that the Golden Sons can be resurrected."
All the Druids looked at each other in bewilderment.
Black Thorn couldn't have looked more awful. If the intelligence agent wasn't lying, they were fighting monsters that they couldn't possibly win against.
After a while, he said, "Let's go back and talk to the headquarters of Fareins about this and see what they think."
Everybody felt that it was a good idea and nodded at the same time.
On Roland's side, he asked Andonara to supervise the progress of the project and the safety of the lumberyard on behalf of the wounded Vincent.
He, on the other hand, went to the Guild of Mercenaries and spent thirty gold coins on intelligence on Green Cute. Then, he went to the Guild of Assassins and spent another thirty gold coins on a list of the members of Green Cute's branch in Hollevin.
The Guild of Assassins reminded him that they couldn't guarantee that the list was 100% accurate, but Green Cute was hard to infiltrate. That was already their best effort.
Roland nodded, not thinking much of it.
He returned to the Magic Tower and read both intelligence reports. Then, he delivered them to the capital of Hollevin.
The capital was as prosperous as ever. Roland found the Guild of Bards in a corner of the slum in the south of the city.
Compared with the Guild of Mercenaries and the Guild of Assassins, the Guild of Bards had the smallest building, and the layout was rather shabby.
Moreover, there were no customers. It was cold and deserted. Even the receptionist was dozing off at the counter.
Roland went to the counter and knocked the receptionist, waking her up. Then, he said to her, "Ask your chairman to meet me. I have a big business that's worth at least fifty gold coins that I'd like to talk to him about."
Seeing Roland's magic robe and hearing the number of gold coins that Roland mentioned, the receptionist dared not waste any time and rushed upstairs.
Not long after, a handsome middle-aged man dressed in a grey and white robe walked down from the platform.
He warmly invited Roland to the library on the second floor. After the receptionist served the fruit wine, he poured a cup for Roland and asked with a smile, "May I ask what business you want to take care of for our guild, sir?"
"My name is Roland. Have you ever heard of Green Cute?"
The chairman of the Guild of Bards was stunned for a moment. Then, he continued with a smile, "Of course I have. Sir, you can call me Wicky. How is our business related to this organization?"
Roland took out a bag from his Backpack that contained at least fifty gold coins. "I don't like this organization, so I hope that your bards will bring this organization with them when they sing legendary poems or knight stories in the taverns and smear them without leaving a trace."
Wicky, the chairman of the Guild of Bards, was stunned for a moment. Then, he took a deep breath and said, "That's rather dangerous."
"This is the payment for the second month." Roland took out another bag. "Of course, there will be a third month. I wonder if you're willing to take it."
At the same time, Roland opened the bag. The coins inside were glittering.
Wicky thought for a moment and grinned hideously. "I wonder, how much do you want to smear them, sir?"
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