Chapter 609 - Bad Start (2/2)

It was not a typical city in the Netherworld that was filled with the dead or wandering souls.

Roland and his friends were ready to deal with a huge number of ghosts.

Yet, the city before their eyes was vigorous.

Most of the residents in it were living creatures of flesh and blood. Also, the wall of the city was so short that it was more of a pile of soil than a wall.

Roland and his friends didn’t recklessly barge in. Instead, Roland created a secret camp with his magic and then observed the traffic at the gate through the peepholes.

Then, they found that the population of this city consisted of all kinds of races and hybrids.

Human beings were the majority, and there were a lot of vulpera, elves, drows, orcs and even dwarves.

They also found that while there were guards inspecting those who pa.s.sed the city gate, they didn’t seem rigorous and would allow the travelers to pa.s.s as long as they paid something.

“Let’s get into this city,” Roland suggested.

“It’s your call.” Schuck waved his hand.

The five of them left the camp and waited in line before the city gate.

They all looked more or less nervous, but they tried to pretend to be cool.

When it was their turn, Roland gave five coppers to the guard before him.

The guard was a gray-scaled lizard, who looked at the coppers in surprise with wide eyes. “Mr. Mage, are you really willing to submit such valuable human currencies?”

Were they really valuable?

Roland said with obvious impatience, “Just take whatever I give you and cut the nonsense!” He sounded exactly as arrogant as a typical Mage. The lizard instantly became obsequious. He stooped and opened his mouth. “You and your a.s.sistants may come in, sir. Enjoy your stay in Portree.”

The five of them entered the city gate.

When Schuck pa.s.sed the lizard, the lizard subconsciously stepped back and covered his nose, as if he had smelled a fart.

After they entered the city, they found that the city named Portree was really lively. There were peddlers and shoppers everywhere on the street.

Here, human beings and the other races were in such harmony that no racial gaps and prejudices could be sensed at all.

Roland and his friends were not peculiar at all after they blended in.

They wandered on the street for a while and then checked in at an inn that was owned by a dwarf.

After a break, Roland cast Language Proficiency on Li Lin and the other two physical cla.s.ses. Then, they all dispersed and collected intelligence in the city.

At this moment, the spell could last 36 hours after he cast it, which made it much more practical than when it would lose its effect after only a couple of hours.

Li Lin and then went to the brothels… They were quite familiar with those places and knew how to communicate with the patrons.

Roland and Schuck went to different taverns.

As a matter of act, Roland wasn’t a great intelligence collector, but he was willing to pay silver coins for information he needed.

Looking at the silver coins, the alcoholics in the tavern, be they human beings or other races, told him everything they knew.

It took Roland only half an hour to collect the information he wanted.

The mayor of Portree was a young girl. n.o.body knew how old she was, but she had been the mayor for a long time.

He also learned that the girl had a pair of dark golden eyes and she was so beautiful that everybody who saw her would fall in love with her regardless of their gender and age.

Roland had a feeling that he had found the True Ancestor of vampires.

After all, she completely matched Christina’s description.

Then Roland returned to his inn. His friends all came back one after another. They talked to each other, only to find that something wasn’t right.

The intelligence that Roland collected suggested that the mayor was a young girl.

But Schuck had learned that the mayor was a middle-aged vulpera.

The mayors that Li Lin and the others learned of were different too.

They were either a dwarf or a human female.

How could the descriptions be so different?

Roland found it hard to believe.

Did those people intentionally give them false intelligence because they were outsiders?

Then Roland quickly shook his head.

Unlikely!

Those alcoholics were all drunk. They might have bragged, but they couldn’t have lied.

“As I expected, this quest isn’t simple.”

Roland nodded.

The stream channel, however, was overflowing with comments.

“Boss, you’ve been charmed. Wake up!” “They can’t hear the words that you typed.” “Then I’m ready to have a good laugh at Roland.”