Chapter 2982 Sin

Because his ancestors were bards, he knew a lot about the secret history of the demon world.

And because I was generous with my money, the information dealer was very enthusiastic towards me. Even the next day, he did not hesitate to hand-copy a piece of information about Xi Lan and show it to me.

Although this information is not as detailed as Heloise's, it is more detailed in some details.

For example, after Xilan escaped from the Bole Valley in southern Brooklyn, he passed through more than a dozen towns along the way and finally lost track of him in which town.

After missing for many years, news related to Xi Lan was spread somewhere.

For example, an adventurer in a certain place once discovered a mysterious figure in the forest, which was suspected to be Xilan.

For example, in some places, fierce battles took place, and the traces of the battle are very consistent with the traces produced after the Xilan battle. I blindly guessed that Xilan appeared here.

For another example, someone saw a dirty homeless man in a tavern wearing coarse linen clothes and only one arm. He was sitting alone in the corner drinking. While drinking, he was talking about something, as if he was talking to someone. Guys have conversations that no one else can see.

Some people say that although the homeless man is dirty and has only one arm, the aura he exudes is quite powerful, countless times stronger than even the strongest local adventurer.

So some people suspected that he was Xi Lan.

The last message was recorded only a few hundred years ago, which means that if the other party is really Xi Lan, then he is most likely still alive.

Since the information was useful, I paid him an extra silver coin, and my generosity soon paid off. The information dealer provided me with the location of another bard family and wrote me a note. , saying that the troubadour family has always been in contact with his own family, but in recent years, because he is not very enthusiastic about the troubadour career and focuses on the intelligence dealer career, the relationship between the two families has gradually become estranged.

However, after all, the two families are family friends and have a close relationship. Even three or five generations may not completely break off the relationship. He felt that his note might be of some use.

At the same time, the information dealer also reminded me specifically: "If this note is useless, don't be impulsive. Reason with them. If the reason makes sense, they will accept you positively, because most troubadour families, They are all straight-tempered.”

Following the information dealer's directions, I quickly arrived at the town and found the troubadour family.

The person who received me was the eldest grandson of the family, who was about the same age as me. He looked gentle and elegant, and his conversation was full of bookishness.

After asking me clearly about the purpose of my trip, he returned to the back hall with the information dealer's note.

Not long after, accompanied by several waiters, an old man who looked to be at least eighty or ninety years old slowly came to me with steady steps.

The old man was full of energy, and his eagle eyes were shining as if they could shoot lasers.

Reminds me of the older version of Superman in the comics.

The old man stared at me for a while, then slowly sat down with the help of the waiter.

Just from his upright sitting posture, I can confirm that the old man is anything but ordinary. After all, at the age of eighty or ninety, he can still stand like a pine tree and sit like a bell without shaking or trembling. Such an old man is either a A person with a very resolute personality, or an adventurer with good strength.

Looking at him, I couldn't help but think back to the sloppy old man in my family.

Although the old man Taylor is slovenly dressed and addicted to alcohol, he can stand or sit. Unless he is drunk and takes a nap on the sofa, he will never curl up on the sofa and rest like a caterpillar. Appear.

"Hello." I stood up first, stretched out my hand, shook it, and said, "My name is An Xiaoyi, and I am an adventurer."

I talked with this old man for several hours and got quite a lot of information about Xilan.

It has to be said that any troubadour family that can be passed down to this day is not given in vain. They have strong intelligence resources and master many unknown secret histories. They are both witnesses of history and creators of history. .

They can use poetry to tell a piece of fact to the world, or they can make up a false story and implant a fictional character into people's hearts.

In a sense, they are powerful.

Even more powerful than the apostles.

Because apostles will also be eroded by time, or destroyed by confrontation with the strong.

But the troubadour family is different. Most of them adopt a war-avoidance attitude and never participate in fierce battles. However, they will hide in an unknown corner and carefully observe every trace on the battlefield. These traces were compiled into poems and recorded in books, and then the poems were sung all over the world so that people would know the cruelty of the battlefield and the meaning behind it.

I have to admit, this is a great career.

The conversation started early in the morning and approached noon. The conversation just ended. I stood up, bowed to the old man, and then turned around and left.

Back at the hotel, I took notes at my desk and recorded every piece of information the old man revealed on paper.

The idle blue witch was lying on the corner of the table, glancing at the notes I was writing.

After a long time, she asked in a low voice: "Have you found the whereabouts?"

"No," I said, "but the clues are gradually becoming clearer. I believe that if we investigate one by one based on this information, we will definitely find Xi Lan."

"What happens after you find him?" Blue Witch asked, "How do you plan to face him? Do you have any thoughts of taking him back?"

"I should have a talk with him. As for whether to take him back?"

I paused and suddenly thought of Alice's sad expression in my mind. I took a deep breath and said slowly: "If he doesn't want to go back, I won't force him."

"Why?"

"Do you know what is most important to an adventurer as powerful as Xilan?" I asked.

The blue witch shook her head.

"Promise" I said seriously.

The blue witch nodded in understanding.

In fact, she doesn't understand.

Because I have never told her the story of Xilan and Alice.

Because it was a tragic love that was too unforgettable.

Even though the Blue Witch is tens of millions of years old, in fact, her mind is still very young, and there are some things that should not be discussed in detail, as they will affect her emotions.

I don't want to take a silly girl with a lot of worries on the road.

That would also make me feel depressed.

After writing the notes, I took Blue Witch shopping and bought a lot of snacks and two flame stones.

Although it seems that the flame stone placed inside the motorcycle can still be used for a while, I will speed up the next trip. After all, I have the information, and it would be a sin not to find it quickly.