The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Chapter 2929 The Missing Messenger

Clothing——

In Azeroth, tailoring is a very important science.

Every archmage will not reject the sophisticated robes made by magic tailors, and the nobles are also honored for being able to wear clothes made of magical fabrics. Many excellent tailoring masters are not inferior to those casters and nobles.

For blood elves, Mageweave cloth is the most popular fabric.

Talililian stood in front of the mirror, twisted her body, carefully observed the pretty figure in the dark red robe in the mirror, looked at every corner of her body, and tried to avoid any untimely outfits.

In the mirror, a slender figure is slightly squinting his eyes. The silk robe perfectly outlines the attractive curve, but the collar of the robe fits tightly, making it elegant and conservative. On the shoulders, sleeves and hem of the skirt, bright orange silk threads are embroidered with flame-like patterns. The exquisite hollow patterns all reflect the superb skills of tailors.

In the middle position, the two rows of decorative silver thread make the upper part of the robe look like a shirt. When she sets off, it will definitely be more suitable when she wears the belt inlaid with white jade.

She hopes to express to the Ayn people-they are not barbarians, but another group of races with their own culture and technology. There is no doubt that those stupid alliances will slander the tribe as just a group of monsters in animal skins, barbarians, and illiterate uncivilized creatures.

A group of young races, outsiders and monkeys who abandoned civilization actually claimed that the noble Sin'dorei camp was barbaric.

They are the true heirs of the ancient elven empire!

With tens of thousands of years of history and long-term family heritage, the family lineage of the ancient nobles can be traced back to the war of the ancients, while the family lineage of the emerging aristocrats must be at least thousands of years old. When they prospered under the shelter of the Sunwell, humans barely changed from a group of tribal savages into a kingdom, living in stone houses!

Ridiculous.

Turning around in a circle, nodded in satisfaction with her own image, Tallilian retracted her gaze.

She has always been proud of herself as a member of the Bloodblade family.

Although in Yangfan Port, they have to train more on how to do marine activities. Just like a sailor, wearing a tight leather jacket, fighting with a pistol with a scimitar. After all, no matter how great a race, there must be sailors, farmers, weavers, and small vendors. But even so, she can put on the most beautiful dress at any time, using the most perfect etiquette and social methods, so that no one can smell the smell of the sea.

Finding a mirror in Booty Bay is not an easy task. Blackwater pirates claim that the rooms in Booty Bay are as small and chaotic as a cabin, so that sailors can relive life at sea. But Tallylian was very skeptical that this was just an excuse for customers to spend more money to live in such a dilapidated little place.

But everything in the world can be clearly marked.

咚咚咚——

Talilian once again observed her perfect appearance in the mirror, smiled with satisfaction, and then turned around gracefully.

"Please come in."

Squeaky

Pushing the wooden door open, Zelin had to lower his head to avoid touching the roof. For other races, rooms designed with goblin standards are just barely able to live. Fortunately, they still have suitable furniture.

"Are you ready?"

"As always, preparing for the victory." Tallylian gave a standard smile: "And, please tell me, what exactly is the etiquette of the Ayn? I need to practice understanding as soon as possible to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings during the meeting. "

"Actually, there is only one kind of etiquette for them." Zelin said: "With enough power to make them value, they will respect you. However, if you can tell them, your race was born in magic, not something This kind of monkeys evolved, and I think they might be happier."

"Monkey?" Tallylian frowned: "How can your Excellency have such a ridiculous idea?"

"Don't mind, I just mention it casually. And... Would you mind having another guest with you?"

This morning, Zelin received a reply from Anduin. Anduin is very happy that Zelin can facilitate a peace-related talk. In Stormwind, no one else seems to know about this. King Varian is about to set off to start a meeting with Warchief Vol'jin of the Horde. During this period, it is impossible for the generals of Stormwind to make a decision without authorization. Anduin believes that this good opportunity should be seized as soon as possible and avoided as much as possible until the generals who advocate war find more views and arguments to support the plan to launch an attack. Such things happen.

Anduin believed that his father would be able to reach some kind of agreement with Woking on the Azerite issue during the talks.

"Who?"

"It's a pastor, it seems to be from Stormwind." Zelin hesitated: "Sorry, I don't know much about her. She came here with Anduin's letter. The letter said, Anduin I hope she can communicate with the Ayn clan with us. I think it should be because of religious issues. She looks like someone from the Cathedral of Light in Stormwind."

"Of course I have no opinion on this." Talilian said: "My family... used to have people who believed in the Holy Light. My belief in humans was not malicious. Could you please inform Zarka? I think we should We have set off, in the name of Nikko, I hope this will be the success of our second cooperation."

Zelin was stunned for a moment: "I just wanted to ask you about this."

"What's the matter?"

"Where did Zarka go? I didn't see him in his room just now. I thought he was with you."

Before informing Tallylian, Zelin went to the place where the trolls lived. Originally, he planned to have a good chat with Zarka about the Stranglethorn Vale trolls. No one here knows the local troll tribes and the intricate relationships between them better than him. He hopes that when Zarka meets Letizia, she can popularize some knowledge about trolls to her, so as not to let Letizia initiate an uncontrollable war without knowing it.

As a result, Zarka's room was empty.

"Zarka... isn't he here?"

Tallylian frowned suspiciously: "Have you asked those goblin waiters?"

"I asked. They said that they found nothing, because many guests don’t trust goblins, so no one wants them to be near the door. Over time, they spend most of their time in the kitchen or living room, not in the building. Residential area on the top."

Zelin squinted his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of an unknown premonition in his heart.

This means that Zarka is missing.

Just the night before the meeting?

Chapter 2930 The Goblin's Business

"Mr. Zaraka?"

The goblin boss pushed the little glasses clamped on the bridge of his nose: "Are you talking about Mr. Zhaka of Ratchet City? Oh, let me flip it. A few years ago, there was a Mr. Troll who seemed to be called Yekia is still something, from here to Ratchet City by boat, he stayed..."

"You know who I'm talking about." Zelin explained patiently again: "Seven days ago, I lived in the Mariner Hotel in Booty Bay, the troll of the inn you manage. Tell me, where did he go last night? You There are many waiters here. I remember that this hotel has only two exits, one is to the flying platform above, and the other is the lobby exit."

"Maybe..." The goblin boss raised his eyes and looked at the demon hunter through the border above his eyes: "He went to the flying platform above. You may be clear that the platform above belongs to the Alliance, the Horde, and Livega. Boss here."

"Unfortunately, I asked the guards, and the guards there said they didn't see anyone."

Zelin pressed his arm against the counter and leaned forward: "Then I asked the waiter at the door, and they told me that I hadn’t seen any trolls last night. So, you want me to believe that there is a troll that has experienced many battles. The headhunter suddenly disappeared without a trace one night, as if this person had never appeared in this world."

"Who knows~ Your Excellency." The goblin's mouth almost turned into an arc of a month and a half: "As everyone knows, trolls worship all kinds of peculiar gods, maybe... one of his gods suddenly thought that there was no one around him. Servant, so I took him away. Anything is possible, isn't it?"

Talilian took a deep breath.

Zelin raised his hand and motioned to her to hold back her anger.

"Let’s talk about the Yekia we mentioned earlier. What do you know about him?"

"Oh, Mr. Yekia, he is a generous traveler." The goblin flipped through the account books leisurely: "In just a few days in Booty Bay, he rented our best guest room here and hired at least twenty people. The waiter serves him. Oh, of course, we deserve it. Booty Bay’s service ecology is worth the price. They have all received the best training and etiquette training."

"I'm sorry, sir, according to what I understand, the reputation of goblin waiters has always been bad."

Next to Zelin, the female pastor who arrived with Anduin's letter whispered: "Their reputation includes not only stealing, pocketing and cutting corners, but also..."

"I believe all these are just boring rumors that only competitors and idiots can believe." Zelin interrupted the pastor's words. He turned his head and looked at the displeased goblin: "Please continue, I guess It’s definitely not the only one."

"Yes, wise sir." The goblin glanced at the priest dissatisfiedly, stretched out his finger and clicked on his temple: "It's a pity that your female partner doesn't put nutrition where it should be. It's sad."