This lich needs more money

Southern Cross Street in the Alchemy City, once the busiest place, has now become somewhat deserted.

The deterioration of the economic environment continues to show, more and more shops are closing down, and there are fewer and fewer bosses who can provide jobs to adventurers.

The iron slag and ember bar has seen very few customers recently, and the previous boss would have been furious. Orcs are born with a violent temper, and it is difficult to calm down.

But the bar has been quiet in recent days, mainly because the bar owner has changed.

The former female orc Ona Hellfire has packed her luggage and will move out of the city once she has disposed of all the things that cannot be taken away.

The iron slag and embers changed hands within a day, and now seem to have been classified as official property of the Alchemy City.

It is really rare for private property to be converted into public property. Public property is usually secretly converted into private property.

But it doesn't matter what complicated game there is, the orc bartender is still standing behind the bar wiping his wine glass as always.

It's just that the dwarf singer who sang poorly has left, and there aren't many customers in the bar, so it seems too deserted.

The orc bartender sighed and felt a little regretful. The dwarf singer was quite nice.

With a sense of vicissitudes of witnessing the rise and fall, the orc bartender poured himself a glass of ale and tasted it bit by bit.

With a clang, the door of the bar was pushed open, and a tall, heavily armored knight walked in.

There is no need for the other party to introduce himself. Just by looking at the rose and dragon patterns on the armor, you can tell that this is a paladin from the Lion Empire.

The orc bartender put down the wine glass and subconsciously placed the empty wine bottle where he could find it most convenient.

But when he saw the person clearly, he realized that the one who came this time was not the one from last time. Although the temperament of the two people was very similar, the appearance of the paladin in front of him was much worse than that of the previous one.

Fanxing didn't seem to notice the orc bartender's little move, and sat at the bar naturally.

"A glass of rum."

Fanxing is here to inquire about information, and ten condemnation knights have been scattered throughout the Alchemy City to collect all possible clues.

The Iron Slag Ember bar is a top priority in the intelligence. It was here that Alan Watson had a grudge against the lich and was captured by the lich during the war.

The orc bartender poured a glass of rum and sent it over, and asked: "The paladin also drinks? The one who came before only drinks water."

Fanxing drank the rum in one gulp, and then said: "Alan Watson is an ascetic. I admire him very much, but I can't do it. But this wine...you don't have to pour me a second glass." ”

The orc bartender said nonchalantly: "Most adventurers cannot afford to drink very good wine. Cheap and large quantity is their most common request. But Mr. Paladin, you are not here to drink, are you? If you want to inquire about information, no Do you know the rules here?"

Fanxing took out a gold coin, flicked his thumb, and accurately dropped it into the coat pocket of the orc bartender.

"The Lion Empire will never treat its friends badly when they help."

The orc bartender kept a polite smile, but he didn't believe a word of it.

The Lane Empire is made up of humans from top to bottom, and only humans. When did we treat aliens as friends?

But after hearing Fanxing's lies, the orc bartender became even more vigilant.

Paladins who can lie often choose to swear an oath of revenge.

In order to eliminate all evil in the world, paladins who practice the oath of revenge can use deception and sneak attacks to a limited extent to deal with enemies, and can even choose to temporarily cooperate with evil people to eliminate greater evil.

In addition to never tolerating evil, the moral standards of the paladin who practice the oath of vengeance are much more flexible.

Therefore, outsiders sometimes refer to this kind of paladin as a black knight.

"Dear guest, I wonder what information you want to inquire about? If it is about the details of the gamble, I can describe it to you."

Fanxing shook his head and said, "No need, I already know everything about that scam."

Alchemy City has long investigated the details of how Alan Watson was defrauded of several thousand gold coins. Fanxing has also obtained detailed information. He is here to inquire about other information this time.

"How much do you know about that undead?" Fanxing asked.

The orc bartender recalled for a while, and then said: "He is not a regular customer of ours. I only remember coming here two or three times. Apart from knowing his name, I don't know much about him."

"I heard that after he defrauded my companion of several thousand gold coins, he issued a commission from you?"

"Yes, it's a commission about the sewer. Please wait a moment."

The orc bartender took out the contract that Amber Xiu had left in the bar, and then told Fanxing all the details of what happened in the bar before and after the commission.

Fanxing listened carefully and occasionally asked.

“What’s in the sewers and why has it become so dangerous?”

"I don't know. I'm just a bartender. I don't know anything about alchemy."

"What does that lich want from slime?"

"I don't know. I'm just a bartender. I don't know anything about magic."

"What about the trapped druids? If you repeat what you said before, I will fight you!"

"That's not the case. I know that those druids have not left. I heard they are still staying in the Alchemy City, but I don't know exactly where they live."

…

After chatting for a long time, it can't be said that nothing was gained at all. Fanxing felt that he had a little understanding of Amber Xiu.

This lich seems to be short of money.

This is a bit strange, but considering the recent situation in Alchemy City, it seems reasonable.

The undead do not need to eat or drink, but the cost of any magic experiment is enough for an ordinary person to eat and drink for a lifetime. Liches don't need to sleep. They spend far more time on magic experiments than humans, and the cost is naturally higher.

But this is not valuable information. You can't hang the lich out with a gold coin tied to a thread.

Fanxing took out another gold coin and said to the orc bartender: "Recommend some rogues or rangers, they should be strong."

The orc bartender collected the gold coins and continued to ask: "What are your requirements? Assassination? Infiltration? Stealing?"

"There is no need for assassination. I need someone who is proficient in breaking magic traps. The task is to sneak into a mage tower, explore the traps and draw maps, and find the secret rooms and secret passages inside."

When the orc bartender heard this, he frowned and said, "I'm afraid it's not easy to find. Most of the adventurers have left the Alchemy City recently, so it's not so easy to find a suitable one."

"Don't worry, you won't be short of reward." Fanxing said generously.

The orc bartender immediately smiled after hearing this and said to Fanxing: "What a coincidence, I happen to know the right person, and they are here."

Then the orc bartender said loudly: "Hasting, Hareth is coming to life."