Chapter 480: Gendelair’s Commission
Roll down the block, into a tavern called [Seagull on the Shore].
Ska raised his hand and asked the waiter next to him for two glasses of rye beer. When the drinks came, he handed one of them directly to the middle-aged man named Gendeler in front of him. man.
"Now do you know why you are looking for me? My friend, your expression tells me that you are indeed in a lot of trouble. If your reason for asking for help is legitimate enough, I can do it in the name of the paladin. I promise you that I will not turn a blind eye to your difficulties."
Gendelair took the beer from Ska, but did not drink it directly. Ska was right. , it can be seen from his dress and expression alone that he has been having a very unhappy time recently and is not in the mood to drink at all.
Not only did his leather armor show signs of being burned by the fire, but his eyes were also bloodshot, indicating that he didn't sleep well last night. The beard on his face could be seen to have been carefully taken care of in the past, but now it is It had become a mess, and there were even some dried blood stains on his clothes, as well as the crossbow arrows he was carrying.
These messages all tell Scar that the man in front of him should have experienced a fierce battle not long ago, probably last night, and there were quite a lot of people on both sides of the battle, otherwise he would not be possible There was no obvious trauma.
To be honest, this is very unusual. Baldur's Gate may be bad, with murders and banditry prevalent, but large-scale fighting rarely occurs, and when it does, there will be a lot of news related to it. Spread quickly throughout the city.
However, considering that this place is already in the outer city, outside the protection of the city wall and civilization, it is understandable that the message transmission speed is a little slow, but even so, this kind of thing is still enough to be called rare. .
"Yes, sir, I should make it clear to you, at least when asking for help, I can't even hide this information, but there is one thing I must explain in advance, sir, that point is Our identity...we are [Gur people]"
Gur people? ! Scar showed a look of surprise. He has heard of this nation. It is said that almost all Gur people are wanderers. They have no fixed residence and no fixed occupation. They will just randomly join the tribe like wanderers. Move to a certain area and maintain the operation and stability of the tribe through methods including begging, performing arts, accepting commissions, cheating, or direct force plunder.
This special way of life determines that every Gur tribe is different, but given that some of them are too notorious, this directly leads to almost all Gur tribes becoming unpopular existence.
People don’t know what these wanderers really look like. Maybe the day before, they could enjoy the gorgeous performance of these Gur people, but that night, they turned into burning, killing and looting. Robbers who do anything, these are all possible.
Ordinary people do not have the ability to distinguish between good and bad among them, so they can only kill all the Gur tribes with one stick and express their unwelcome attitude towards all Gur tribes, but this tribe in front of them To be able to get a stay at Baldur's Gate...
"I have indeed heard some negative rumors about the Gur tribe, but I am not an ordinary citizen who knows nothing. I know some of the details. Don’t make any distinction, I have a certain understanding of your tribe, so you don’t have to worry about me being affected by those rumors, feel free to talk about your worries.”
"If that's the case, that would be great."
Gendelair breathed a sigh of relief, finally raised the glass of beer and took a sip, and then said in a heavy tone.
“...We are a tribe of Gur people who make a living by hunting. Most of the people in the tribe are monster hunters, making a living for others to solve the giant beasts that affect their lives. More than a month ago "Uma from the tribe led us to Baldur's Gate." "We have only two purposes here, one is to escape the cold winter, and the other is to make money. Baldur's Gate provides us with many opportunities. There are a lot of jobs for us to choose from, so at least until yesterday, everything was going very smoothly. We made enough money, and used this wealth to buy enough supplies to survive the winter. We are still in the fall zone, approaching A camp was set up on a cliff in Dust Eagle Mountain."
"The space there is very open and the terrain is very flat. It is really a very good camping option. The tribesmen originally liked it. It was nice, but just last night our camp was attacked ”
Gendelair tightened his grip on the wine glass in his hand.
“It’s a bunch of damn vampire bastards! Werewolves, and mutated ghouls! They raided our tribe at night! Killed many of us, and set fire to the warehouse where we stored supplies. Then while we were fighting the attack, extinguishing the fire, and rescuing supplies for the winter, they took advantage of the chaos and took away our children!”
“That is our future!” , and Cass, I really don’t know what they are going through now! We need your help, sir. Our camp is too far from Baldur’s Gate. Flame Fist will not care about this matter. You are already here! The last hope we can rely on, maybe only a hero like you can save them!"
Vampire? ! Here? What kind of surprises is hidden in this ghost place waiting for me to discover.
"You didn't lie. I can feel that what you said before is indeed true."
"Sir!"
"No matter how you look at it, what those vampires did is really too bad. I will not allow this kind of thing to continue to happen in this city in the future. So I will help you, Gendelair, swear on my name, I will find the hiding place of those vampires as quickly as possible, rescue your children, and then eliminate them all."
"This...this is really the best news I have heard in this time. The Gur people will never forget your kindness!"
Gendelair stood up excitedly! During their stay at Baldur's Gate, they heard all the legendary stories about Scar, the paladin, and his team!
How to destroy the conspiracy of the three gods of death, drag an entire city out of hell, defeat the legendary figure Shafrok from a hundred years ago, and hang his head on the Basilisk Gate!
These rumors are so exaggerated that Gendelair cannot verify their authenticity at all, but Shaflock's head is still hanging on that city gate!
Being able to do this kind of thing has completely verified their strength! With the help of such a character, the children will definitely be saved!
(End of this chapter)