The lone wolf of Freyrdrand

: The Rogue of the Wind (Part 2)

“What are you looking for me for?” An unshaven, decadent-looking Ionian man looked at Lothar and the others calmly.

Under Daya’s narration, Lothar and Sarah knew that there was an Ionian swordsman wandering around the head market recently. They didn’t know what he wanted to do, but judging from Daya’s words, he must be someone worth meeting people.

An Ionian swordsman is quite conspicuous in Bilgewater. Ionians value tranquility and harmony. Few Ionians are willing to come to such a chaotic and extrajudicial place like Bilgewater. So Lothar and the others saw the man at the head market without much effort.

“It’s you…” Lothar said.

The Ionian man raised his eyebrows: “Have we met?”

“It can be regarded as having met once in Ionia.” Lothar said.

“Really… I don’t remember.” The man lowered his eyebrows, “I’ve met too many people, and I can’t remember them all.”

“Then let’s get to know each other from now on.” Lothar stretched out his hand to the man, “My name is Lothar.”

The man looked at Lothar’s hand, but didn’t shake it.

“It seems that Ionians are not very polite.” Sarah said aside.

The man raised his eyes and looked at Sarah who was covering her whole body in the cloak: “Li, I want to tell people who know how to be polite.”

“You think we don’t understand etiquette?”

“It’s hard to imagine that Bilgewater people would understand.”

“You’re right.” Lothar withdrew his hand, “How about we have a good chat in another place? We want to give you a job.”

“I already have employers.” The man said, “I’m protecting them.”

“Oh? Really? Where is it?”

“They got lost with me.”

“What?” Sarah asked suspiciously, “You and your employers got lost?”

Daya said disappointedly: “It seems that you are not very competent, you actually separated from your employer.”

The man remained calm and did not refute.

“So you’re looking for them?” Lothar asked.

“It has nothing to do with you.” The man folded his arms, still looking like he was refusing people thousands of miles away, “If there is nothing to do, get out of the way.”

“Anyway, you are separated from your employer, how about changing your job?” Sarah said.

“Oh…” Lothar sighed.

Sarah made a mistake.

She shouldn’t let an Ionian go against what she wants to do.

The man’s eyes stabbed at Sarah sharply like a knife: “Is a contract a dispensable thing for Bilgewater people?”

“What did you say?” Sarah frowned.

“I abide by my contract. My employers give me money, and I will abide by it.” The man retracted his gaze and whispered, “Sure enough, in Bilgewater, there is nothing but wineSo, everything is rubbish. ”

Sarah’s eyes became colder.

Just when Sarah was about to do something, Lothar reached out and blocked Sarah.

“So, you don’t know where your employer is, right?” Lothar asked.

The man was silent.

“Then let’s make a deal.” Lothar smiled. “We’ll help you find your employers, and you, do one thing for us.”

The man stared at Lothar for a while. He didn’t ask Lothar what he wanted to do, but first asked: “What ability do you have to help me find them?”

Lothar shrugged: “You don’t have to believe me, and continue to wander here like a headless chicken, or you can try to cooperate with me, let’s go to a nearby tavern first? I’ll buy you a drink.”

The man thought for a while: “Okay… Anyway, I’m so poor, it’s pointless for you to try to cheat anything from me.”

“Then it’s settled.” Lothar stretched out his hand again. “My name is Lothar. Although I look like an Ionian, I come from the Freljord.”

“Northern permafrost?” The man looked at Lothar in surprise.

“You know where it is? You’ve seen a lot.” Lothar laughed.

“I’m lucky to have been there.” The man said, “It’s very bitter there, and those who live there are all warriors.”

The man stretched out his hand and held it with Lothar: “My name is Yasuo.”

…

The Ionian swordsman Yasuo sat in the private room of the tavern. After taking a sip of rum, he looked slightly drunk: “One side of the water and soil raises one side of people, and one side of the water and soil makes one side of wine. The wine here is really good.”

“As long as you like it, drink whatever you want. I invite you. Do you like strippers? I can also call you one.”

Lothar held Miss Fortune in her arms as she spoke, but was immediately pushed away by Sarah with a slap.

“So you want to go to that place called Shadow Isle.” Yasuo shook his wine glass, “I’ve heard of it, it’s an ominous place.”

“That’s why we need capable people to accompany us.” Lothar said, “It’s a place of death, are you afraid?”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of. I left Ionia for the purpose of wandering. I will go wherever the wind takes me.” Yasuo said.

“Are all Ionian people so talkative…” Daya muttered in a low voice.

“Then the needs of both parties are very clear.” Lothar knocked on the table. “Our side proves that we can help you find your employers, and your side proves your strength, and we can reach an agreement.”

“No problem.” Yasuo nodded, “Prove it.”

Lothar flipped his hand, and a pure white bow suddenly appeared in his hand.

A flash of surprise flashed in Yasuo’s eyes, he didn’t see when the bow appeared at all. “Don’t be surprised, this is an artifact made for me by the gods of the Freljord.” Lothar said, “Its function is very simple, to find life, just imagine the person you are looking for in your mind, and it will guide you to .”

“Wonderful.” Yasuo commented.

“But there is a prerequisite. I must know who that person is and what he looks like.”

“Can’t I use it?”

“No, it belongs to me.” Lothar held out his hand to Yasuo, “But you can think about what your employer looks like, it can indirectly feel your thoughts.”

Yasuo grabbed Lothar’s hand and began to close his eyes and think carefully.

The pure white hunting bow moved and pointed straight in one direction.

“What a coincidence.” Lothar said, “Southeast.”

“The direction of Shadow Island.” Sarah frowned. “Maybe your employer went to Shadow Island?”

Yasuo opened his eyes: “I don’t know what they want to do, I was just hired by them to protect them.”

“It seems that our destination is the same.” Lothar took back the pure white hunting bow, “Now, it’s time for you to prove your strength.”

“Yes.” Yasuo seemed to believe Lothar, “How to prove it?”

Lothar pointed to the head market outside the window of the tavern. A beautiful prostitute wearing only a nipple curtain attracted the attention of countless people: “Can there be a gust of wind?”

Yasuo narrowed his eyes and stared at Lothar.

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“The whore’s nipple curtain was blown up by the wind!”

“Wind! It’s amazing!”

“Feng! You did a good job! You did a good job!”

——The riot in the head market

Section 637