Topics Between Men

Chapter 95 Topics Between Men

The air was damp and cold, the nightingale's song disappeared, and hundreds of white lights with trailing tails glided across the sky, leaving pale trails in their wake.

A huge, eerie green meteor rose from the valley behind us, pierced through the dome, and left a forked tail in the sky, like two snakes intertwined.

Observing celestial phenomena at night is too advanced knowledge for soldiers. Marcus just felt that the shooting star was beautiful. Sometimes, staying in the wilderness and quietly watching the changes in the night sky is a kind of enjoyment.

He talked a lot with Eileen, mostly to herself, as if she had just experienced death and was looking back on her past, realizing how much she had missed.

"When exactly did my bad luck begin? — Yes, I always thought it was after my mother passed away, but the truth is that I've been unlucky my whole life."

"When I'm in a bad mood, the best way to cope is to play cards. If I win just one hand, I can forget all the bad things that have happened."

Eileen chuckled for a moment, feeling both angry and somewhat helpless at Marcus's words. He wasn't the knight she had imagined; instead, he was a warrior who liked playing cards, drinking, and was a bit of a womanizer.

"Dawn is breaking, Mr. Norfitz, but I don't know whether what awaits me is a brief glimmer of light or eternal darkness."

"Can you be more direct? We've already reached an agreement. Even if your two brothers are skilled, they're no match for my dwarf friend. Bardin can crush that bald goblin like a chick."

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In the parlance of the city, this kind of guy deserves to never find a wife.

She subtly glanced at the half-elf leaning against the high wall, her snoring demeanor as detached as an ice princess, her gray-white skin smooth as silk, making one want to touch it.

She's so beautiful—is she a mixed-race drow?

After a moment of reflection, dawn broke. The unorthodox method of using blood to detoxify had awakened Bardin, whose resistance was the strongest. The dwarf mumbled sleepily, pouting, "Drink, keep drinking—" (dwarven language).

"Bardin, if you keep sleeping, I'll drink all the wine."

"No, that's my wine!"

Bardin's upper body tensed up abruptly, like a vicious dog pouncing on its prey, grabbing the bottle of brandy next to Marcus and gulping down the last bit of brandy.

He complained that he only had this much left, and his whole body was itchy; he couldn't feel better without some alcohol.

"And who is this?" Bardin finally noticed Eileen, and the perceptive dwarf guessed with almost certainty, "She is Eileen, the youngest daughter of the Vissi family."

"Hello, Dwarf Master." Eileen bowed respectfully and solemnly, much like how she had been with Hagis in the troll cave, both displaying a composed demeanor.

I just hope she can stay this way —

Marcus muttered to himself, noticing that Trish's eyelashes began to tremble slightly, but she didn't open her eyes. He knew she was silently gathering information again, just like she had done in the old house.

All three of them woke up, which made the captain completely relax. He ordered everyone to start a thorough sweep of the snake people's altar. As long as they saw anything valuable or usable, they should follow the principle of "scorched earth" and not let anything go!

Bardin was an expert at looting. As a ranger who could steal from goblin lairs, he immediately set his sights on the golden snake-headed staff lying on the altar. He believed it must be a magical item and could be sold to a goblin for a good amount of money.

But Victor was firmly opposed. The pastor believed that anything associated with evil gods should be destroyed immediately, and that righteous people should never be tempted by gold.

"But gold can make even God laugh, you old stubborn man. Does your church live off faith and fists? Without the gold donated by believers, where would you gild your idols?"

"We do not gild the idols —"

The pastor realized he had fallen into the dwarf's linguistic trap, and whether affirmed or denied, he had to admit that the church's maintenance required yellow.

The gold is supported, but this is different from the golden serpent staff currently being discussed.

Seeing the arguing ranger and priest, the drow assassin took the staff without saying a word. Looking at Viktor's murderous gaze, she calmly said, "Your faith won't make my life any better. This is mine."

No one dared to disobey the mistress's orders. Even Marcus, who had just received the snake-headed staff, obeyed Drow's every word. This treasure could fetch a lot of money.

Bardin, the gold prospector, fully embodies the practical spirit of his race. He pays no heed to the rotting and stinking corpses of the snake-men, skillfully severing their arms and ankles with his axe and removing their gold jewelry with practiced ease. His expertise is truly remarkable.

She contacted several adventurer teams to resolve business troubles, and without exception, they all behaved extremely calmly. When outsiders were present, they all tried their best to show a personality and ability commensurate with their rewards.

"I've packed everything up and am ready to head back. I hope nothing goes wrong."

As it turns out, Marcus is sometimes just as bad as a jinx. The group first went to a stream to wash off the filth. The three men huddled together, while the other two women went to a secluded spot.

As for why Trissy blushed and clutched the hem of her cloak, Marcus couldn't figure it out, so he asked Bardin and Victor. They obviously didn't understand what strange creatures women were either, and just told him to leave it at that.

"When you go to a woman, remember to bring your whip," a philosopher once said. Victor pretended to know a lot, but in Marcus's opinion, this guy was definitely a novice, a guy no one loved.

Unlike herself, who became a servant of the drow at a young age—although Hagis was hardly a grandmother at all, her only assets were the dozen or so gold coins she received from picking Mayflower last time.

"If you ask me, when you go to a woman, remember to bring a pretty face. Sometimes I can't help but wonder, what's the point of taking risks? It's nothing more than money. If a woman is rich and beautiful and only loves you, why take the risk? Wouldn't it be wonderful to skip thirty years of hard work and step into a life-changing world ahead of time?"

"Tough guy, then stop dreaming. I've seen plenty of kids kept by rich ladies, and they all look rather effeminate. As for you—you'd better wash the blood off your face first."

Marcus wiped his cheek, realizing he'd been fooled by Bardin. He sighed dejectedly, "What a pity, I'll never be effeminate in this life. Tell me, what kind of personality do girls like?"

"Respect our ancestors and traditions," said Badin.

"With unwavering faith, no one dares to refuse the affections of a fanatic."

Why should I talk to you about this?

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