"Where's your mentor? Can you help me contact him?" Since this guy can't do it, I'll try asking a more powerful Warlock.
"Since I stopped being Warlock, I've lost contact with my mentor, but we still have a way to stay in touch in case of emergency," Plugger, pulling a black necklace from his pocket. "My mentor also has a necklace like this; as long as they're within a hundred kilometers of each other, the two necklaces can sense each other."
One hundred kilometers is not a huge distance relative to an entire continent, but it's not small either. Without knowing the other party's approximate location, relying on the necklace would only allow us to search like blind men feeling an elephant.
"Help me find him, the price is negotiable."
"Don't joke around. The Grim Guzzler is my life's work, my paradise. I don't plan to leave for the rest of my life, no matter how high the price!" The Gnomes rubbed his fingers together, then changed the subject, "However, I can sell you this necklace. You can go find my mentor yourself."
Unas didn't have time to run all over the continent looking for someone who wasn't even necessary, but problems that could be solved with money weren't problems at all. "How much do you want?"
"This number!" The Gnomes held up five short green fingers.
"Five hundred gold coins, no problem, deal."
"Don't joke around, Knight lord. This necklace alone costs more than five hundred gold coins. I want fifty thousand!"
This bastard really thinks he's a Kael'thas, Unas doesn't want to be extorted this time. "Five thousand is more like it."
"Forty thousand!"
"Four thousand."
The Gnomes grew anxious. "Sir Knight! This kind of approach makes negotiation impossible!"
"To be honest, your intelligence didn't satisfy me. I feel like I overpaid for that bag of diamonds, and I don't even want to spend a penny on this necklace."
"I'll make an exception and tell you the Warlock's secret knowledge; this bag of diamonds is no problem as an opening fee!" Plugger gripped the small bag even tighter. "The necklace will cost extra!"
"Then let's keep it at five thousand. I think that price is fair."
The Gnomes remained silent, Unas took as tacit agreement. He then took out five heavy bags of Gold Coins and placed them at his feet. "Since you don't want this money, I'll have to take it back."
"No, no, no, five thousand it is!" The Gnomes couldn't resist the sound of the Gold Coins hitting the ground and immediately agreed.
Unas took the necklace. It was a very ordinary piece of jewelry, with an inconspicuous black cone-shaped stone at the end. He put the necklace away and planned to have it checked by several mages when he got back. He wouldn't dare wear it until he found nothing wrong with it.
The Gnomes pounced on the bags of Gold Coins, examined the markings on them, and muttered, "The emblem of the Silverboot Family. How many wealthy families have you robbed? You must have taken at least a million."
"This is my secret. I can tell you if you want to know, but there will be a fee."
"No need, knowing this won't do me any good." The Gnomes began counting his Gold Coins with a look of enjoyment. Although diamonds were more valuable, they couldn't compare to the security of gold, a hard currency.
While waiting idly Unas suddenly remembered a question, "On a side note, how do you suppress Fel?"
"Potions, spells... I've tried many methods," the Gnomes replied casually while happily counting his money. "But resisting the urge to use Fel is the most important way to suppress it. I've heard of many Warlocks addicted to Fel, unable to resist the temptation to use Fel repeatedly, and ultimately falling into the dark path. Luckily, I have fine wine to keep me company. My addiction to wine is much greater than my addiction to Fel, haha!"
"Then your addiction to money must be much greater than your addiction to alcohol, "Unas thought to himself. "Luckily, I don't have any signs of becoming addicted to Fel yet."
After the Gnomes finished counting the money, the two left the warehouse and returned to the bar lobby. Erigor was already a little drunk and shouted at them, "Hey! You two took way too long to get a drink, were you up to some shady deal?"
He guessed right away, but Unas would never admit it. "The boss was so enthusiastic, he gave me a detailed introduction to the hundreds of wines in the warehouse, and I forgot about the time. Sorry, I'll punish myself with three drinks."
"You sly fox! The boss's best wine is here, and you're already thinking of drinking three glasses first? That won't do!" Erigor patted the blond boy next to him. "Don't you think so, Darian?"
Darian sat upright, eyes downcast, not daring to move an inch, because Selena was sitting right next to him.
The Succubus's favorite pastime was teasing innocent young virgins, so she took the initiative to launch an offensive against Darian, stirring his heart and mind so much that he could only silently recite scriptures.
Unas couldn't help but laugh at Darian's antics. He had originally planned to leave immediately, but now he wanted to stay a little longer and see Darian's embarrassing state.
Plugger screamed, opened the bottle of the Hundred-Year Golden Elixir, and a small but luxurious party began.
Unas rubbed his sleepy eyes and got out of bed. It was a clean and tidy room. They had drunk too much the night before, and it wouldn't be good to go back looking like that, so they stayed at a bar for the night.
Something warm and fragrant was right next to him. When he turned his head, Unas was so shocked that he almost jumped up. He was instantly wide awake. There was a thinly dressed woman on the bed.
He had no recollection of it. At that moment, the woman was also awakened. Seeing his wide-eyed expression, she chuckled, "Sir Knight, how was my service yesterday?"
That smile, that tone—it's obvious Selena trained him. So Plugger used to do this kind of prostitution. Unas looked at himself; although he'd taken off his armor, his close-fitting samurai clothes were still on. Nothing must have happened; the two of them had just slept in the same bed.
Unas, unsure whether to feel relieved or disappointed, climbed off the bed. "You're human. Were you a slave before? Why didn't you join my ranks? I could offer you shelter; you don't have to be a prostitute here..."
"I am a free man, I can go wherever I want," the woman said dismissively, "No 'man' can protect me, only the great Old Gods can provide us with shelter when the end comes."
It turns out he was a Twilight Cultist. After Rendaen occupied the city, he ordered all these cultists who preached the end times to be imprisoned. Unexpectedly, there was one hiding in Plugger.
Unas instantly lost interest in this crazy woman. Luckily, he hadn't lost his virginity to her, otherwise it would have been truly unlucky.
A Gold Coins flew towards her, Unas walked towards the door. "If you want to leave the cult and go home, you can find me at the Black Furnace Mine outside the city."
His proposal, of course, went unanswered. A mind warped by cult ideology is hard to change, Unas had no time to save a stranger who had willingly fallen into depravity.
In the next two rooms, they found Erigor fast asleep and Darian with dark eyes. Erigor also had a female companion, but whether the two did anything together is only known to God.
Darian was harassed by Selena so much that he barely slept all night and is still somewhat disoriented.
After washing off the alcohol in the bathroom, paying for their drinks and lodging, the three left the bar amidst the cheers of the Gnomes and the Succubus.