Watching the bartender disappear around the corner of the stairs, Feng Chou turned around and picked up his glass to take a sip of the Casaranca gold wine.
Feng Chou couldn't help but frown as the wine entered his mouth. The wine had obviously been blended and was much worse than the Red Lion.
Feng Chou put down the wine glass and waited for about a minute before he suddenly got up and walked out of the tavern.
After leaving the tavern, Feng Chou suddenly transformed into a Green Owl and flew into the sky. He circled around the tavern and landed on the roof.
Inside the tavern, Wizard Brand rushed down from upstairs with a torn envelope and a few photos in his hand. He rushed down the stairs and looked around the tavern as if he was looking for something.
Soon, the bartender who delivered the letter also ran down the stairs. He looked around the tavern and immediately showed an annoyed expression. He cursed, "Damn it, I knew it. That damned liar still owes me ten crowns!"
Hearing the bartender's complaints, Brand quickly rushed out of the tavern. The streets outside were quiet and dark. There was not a single soul in sight.
The disappointed Brand returned to the tavern. The bartender was still cursing and complaining. He walked up to him and threw him a small gold lion. The bartender immediately smiled.
Brand sat in front of the counter and took out the photos one by one. He asked the bartender, "What did the person who delivered the letter look like?"
The bartender frowned as he tried to recall. "He … He was very ordinary … Chestnut hair, freckled face, nothing special. He was a little burly and tall … He wore a black coat and a black wide-brimmed hat … That's all."
Brand took out all the photos and looked at them. Finally, he took out a piece of paper.
The words on the paper were scribbled. "Elton has been wiped out. Please leave immediately."
After reading the letter, Brand quietly put it back into the envelope. He looked up at the bartender and asked, "That's all?"
The bartender heard him and clenched the gold coin tightly. "Yes, that's what he looked like."
Brand seemed a little dissatisfied. He waved at the bartender and turned to the stairs.
After going upstairs, Brand quickly came to Willy's room and hurriedly knocked on the door.
Willie quickly opened the door.
Brand walked into the room and handed the envelope to Willie.
Willy took out a few photos and his eyes widened.
After looking at the photo, Willy looked up at Brand and asked, "This … this can't be fake, right?"
Bulat shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be possible. These photos are all from afar. Even a Master Illusionist wouldn't be able to create such a large-scale illusion."
"Master-level" referred to professionals above level 15.
Willy panicked when he heard this. "Then what do we do?"
Brand took out a short message scroll from his bag and said, "Let's try this first. If we can't contact Eldon, we'll teleport away immediately!"
Without waiting for Willy's response, Brand activated the Short Message Scroll in his hand.
A moment later, he said, "The spell failed!
We have to leave immediately and bring these photos back. "
Willy nodded frantically. Brand took out another scroll and pressed his hand on Willy's shoulder to activate the spell on the scroll.
A magical light flashed and the two disappeared from the room.
A moment later, a Green Owl flapped its wings and took off from the roof of the hotel, flying toward the Baron's castle not far away.
… …
In the wee hours of the morning, Baron Amborite received news from the Ogre Encampment that a group of people from Antalya's El Chamber of Commerce had spied on the food trade and intercepted and killed the coachmen and guards transporting the food. However, these people were later discovered by the Black Fist Priests who received the food and eliminated them.
This news allowed Baron Amborite to breathe a sigh of relief. He immediately sent people to investigate the Brady Merchant Guild on the grounds that they were suspected of trading in the wilderness. In the end, he discovered that all the upper echelons of the Brady Merchant Guild had disappeared, leaving only a few ordinary coachmen and mercenaries.
Because the information sent by the ogres was very vague, Baron Amborite did not know that two of the Brady Merchant Guild's members had escaped.
The relieved Baron Amborite recalled the pain of losing his son. He stayed in the dungeon for the rest of the day, torturing Hogan.
Although Baron Amborite hated Hogan the most, he did not intend to let go of the other person who had plotted with Hogan to kidnap his son, the mercenary Allen that Hogan had mentioned.
He contacted the Ogre Warlord through the crystal ball and asked for Hogan's tracking ring.
That night, the Ogre Warlord sent a human wanderer to deliver the tracking ring.
Baron Amborite tried to track Feng Chou, but he naturally could not succeed because Feng Chou was hiding in Qiankun Pagoda.
Thinking that the mercenary Allen had already escaped, Baron Amborite put the ring on his finger in disappointment.
The next morning, Baron Amborite ate his breakfast and went to the interrogation room once again.
What annoyed him was that he was just warming up to the interrogation of Hogan when he was interrupted. A voice suddenly sounded in his ear. "Lord Shazzo, it's me, Molon. The camp was suddenly attacked. It was the knights of the church, several churches. They suddenly appeared around the camp in the early morning. Warlord Gotaish and the others could not hold them off, and we were surrounded. Lord Shazzo, help me take care of little Bill, you promised me …"
This news sent to Baron Amborite through the short message spell was like a bolt of lightning. He froze on the spot and did not regain his senses for a long time. Fortunately, he had been sitting in a chair and staring blankly at the tortured Hogan, so no one noticed his abnormality.
After regaining his senses, Baron Amborite only felt a chill run down his spine. The camp of the Ogre Bandits was right next to his territory, and the food he sent was still in the camp. Even an idiot would know that he could not get away with it.
If this was a world without gods, Baron Amborite could still deny it. However, in a world with gods, the priests could use the level 5 divine spell "Theurgy" to determine Baron Amborite's guilt through the gods.
Moreover, Baron Amborite also remembered that the ogres had just sent news yesterday that they had eliminated the El Chamber of Commerce spies who were following the food convoy. Did this mean that the El Chamber of Commerce spies were not completely eliminated?
"If that's the case, the other party must have evidence of me colluding with the ogres."
Thinking of this, Baron Amborite could not help but tremble all over.
Some of the knights beside him noticed that Baron Amborite was trembling, but they all thought that the Baron was thinking about his dead son.
After a long time, Baron Amborite finally calmed down a little. He struggled to stand up from the chair and walked towards the door of the interrogation room with trembling legs.
People naturally interpreted the Baron Amborite's weakness and trembling as his longing for his son.
When he reached the door, he seemed to have thought of something. He turned around and ordered, "Kill him!"
Needless to say, the people naturally knew that the "him" referred to Hogan.
Even the torture experts did not know where to start in the face of a pile of rotten meat. Naturally, they were relieved when they heard this order.
Even on Hogan's deformed face, his eyes, which were the only things that could express his emotions, revealed a trace of joy!
Baron Amborite's personal attendants were also relieved. Finally, they did not have to watch the disgusting torture scene anymore.