Upper March, Town of Frankenthal.
The town is located in the picturesque valley of the same name.
The scale is at least three times larger than White River Town, with bakeries, tailor shops, shoe shops, taverns, and brothels all available.
Arwen stood at the door of the noisy market, and there were waves of shouts in his ears.
He lowered his hood to cover his tired face.
I wanted to speed up and get here last night, but my plan couldn't catch up with the change. One of the mare's iron hoofs was worn out by the long journey, and she walked with a limp, so I had to spend the night in the woods.
After a busy night, although no young gangster dared to attack him, it also attracted the vigilant eyes of the guards in the town, and plate-armored guards kept passing by him.
He moved his gaze upwards, and there was a huge notice board in front of him, with many notices posted on it.
There are the latest laws issued by King Kaedwen, and there are also some strange tasks.
Like the monster that steals milk, the screams at the neighbor's house in the middle of the night, the cuckold goblin in the forest, these are all lies at first glance.
Moreover, the remuneration given was pitifully low, and some were even asked to work for free. I really ate too many red beans and wanted to "die".
"Let's find a hotel to rest first, get some horseshoes repaired, and then find out the specific location of Temple of Melitele."
Arwen said to himself, his eyes suddenly fell on a piece of parchment in the corner.
"Hunting... lizard, reward will be discussed in person, location Town of Frankenthal West Street Rouge Tavern."
"If you try to fool the troublemaker again, I will stuff your head into your ass!"
The word in front of lizard was daubed with mud, but it can still be seen vaguely.
"... lizard?" Arwen rubbed his chin with his right palm and automatically ignored the threats below, "It's Basilisk. In that Body-Tempering Alchemy recipe, Basilisk's heart is one of the ingredients. The location is a tavern. Ha, interesting..."
Reaching out and taking off the parchment, Arwen led the horse towards Rouge Tavern's position.
After a while, a small tavern built of birch wood appeared in view. The walls were painted with pink paint, and the plaque was also engraved with a rouge box pattern.
Just by getting close, you can smell the strong scent of rouge perfume.
This made Arwen frown, especially when he saw the drunkards and addicts lying on the ground or in a daze at the door, he felt disgust in his heart.
He stepped forward and opened the door. The business in the store was still booming. People in colorful clothes were blushing and talking constantly. The prostitutes took the arms of distinguished guests to enter and leave the high-end suites. The businessmen took advantage of the maids pouring wine and touched their butts lewdly.
"Oh, to the glorious King Miodrag!"
A man in green robes and brocade clothes raised his glass and drank.
"To the glorious King Miodrag!"
The guests on the first floor of the tavern stopped what they were doing and raised their glasses one by one in agreement, and then the obscene words started to sound again.
Arwen walked straight to the front desk. The hotel owner was a middle-aged woman, wearing heavy makeup and dressed up in a fancy way, especially the neckline that went directly from the northern hemisphere to the southern hemisphere.
She wiped the wooden wine glass, "Guests from afar, what would you like to drink?"
Arwen put the parchment on the table, "I'm looking for the person who posted this notice."
The hotel owner still said, "We have beer, brandy, and whiskey here, and we have stewed venison and pork chops."
Arwen knew what the boss meant, so he took out three crowns from his pocket and pushed them in front of her.
"Arrange a room for me. Food and drink will be arranged separately."
The hotel owner's eyes lit up, he accepted the crown with a smile, and said enthusiastically, "You are really generous. Please look for Glenn. They are in the private room on the second floor, room 207."
"If you can't find it, just listen carefully and look for the loudest noise to find it. They have been noisy all night."
"By the way, here's the key to your room, 208, which is right next door to theirs."
Arwen Take the key.
"Thank you."
When he turned to leave, the faint voice of the tavern owner came from behind, "If you feel lonely, the enthusiastic girls in the store are always here to look after you."
Arwen didn't respond and walked straight to the wooden stairs and went up to the second floor.
Following the directions of the house number, I quickly found the door of 207, and a loud voice sounded in the house.
Arwen pushed the door open and entered, the strong smell of alcohol hitting his face.
There were three people in the room, and the surrounding furnishings were very simple.
On the left side are two wooden beds and a square wooden table.
Two of them are sitting opposite each other and one is standing.
The man standing was tall, straight and had a stern look on his face.
He wears pure silver armor, and there is a square shield placed against the wall in his right hand. The shield has no lines, indicating that he is a freedom knight.
Sitting on the left side of the wooden table was a slender man wearing green tights.
Behind him, beside the bed, stood a long bow and quiver of arrows.
Opposite him sat a dwarf, wearing a round hat and a long brown beard tied into braids that hung straight down to his knees. Behind his brown leather coat, he carried a long-handled iron axe.
The dwarf looked proud, picked up the wooden cup, took a sip of beer, and then dropped a card from his hand.
"Hey, Vaughn, you lost! It's time to pay! 20 ducats!"
"Fart, my total attack power on the field is 29 points, which is higher than yours!"
"Huh?" the dwarf Glenn raised his voice, "Are you drunk and stupid? Look clearly, my card is Torrential Rain. The attack power of your ballista is only worth 1 point!"
Vaughn opened his eyes wide and gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, you're cheating! You're cheating!"
"Hey, you can't afford to lose, can you? Draco Knight, you are the one to judge whether I have cheated or not. Besides, I still have two cards. No matter how I play, I will win."
The knight named Draco nodded, "Your Excellency Glenn is right. Your Excellency Vaughn, you lost."
"What?!" Vaughn stood up and opened his trouser pockets, "I lost again? I'm telling you, you dwarf, you want gold coins? I've already lost all my money, what do you want? Not even a cent!"
"What do you mean by that? Do you want to default on your debt? I think your bow is worth a lot of money. Just give it to me."
"You are looking for trouble, aren't you! Damn inhuman race!"
Draco Knight saw the two of them getting angry and hurriedly stopped them.
"You two, please be patient. We have guests coming. Don't let outsiders see the joke."
Having said this, the two of them noticed that a man wrapped tightly in a black cloak and carrying two swords walked in.
"What are you doing? What are you doing? Say something quickly and fart quickly. I'm still waiting to teach this self-righteous human being in front of me a lesson."
Dwarf Glenn said impatiently.
Arwen walked forward and threw the parchment on the notice on the table.
"I saw the mission on the sign, so I came."
Dwarf Glenn squinted his eyes, looked at Arwen's figure from top to bottom, and stroked his beard, "The person who came this time looks like this."
"Want to join our hunting team? Easy to talk to."
"But you need to pass my test. After all, you can't do this job with a burden. Don't you think so, guest?"
"Understood."
"Hey, we don't meet many reasonable people these days," the dwarf Glenn picked up the square cards on the table and shouted excitedly, "Come on, let's play a game Gwent, let me see your strength."