At dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun slowly fades, the colors of all things gradually fade away, and all scenery becomes hazy and difficult to distinguish.

The cliffs in the distance and the blurred tower stand tall above the sky, looming in the dim light. The stone houses nearby rise from smoke, and the air is filled with a cold breath of fireworks.

Thorne looked up at the tower that seemed to disappear into the light at any time, and the beautiful figure of the sorcerer Andrea suddenly appeared in his mind.

Recalling the scene when the two met when he walked out of Storman Town, her beautiful eyes as bright as water emitted a clear light, and a touching smile flashed through her eyes, as if passing by frequently in front of him.

Gradually, Thorne, who was lost in his mind in the direction of the tower, couldn't help but smile a faint smile.

"Why are you standing here alone and laughing foolishly?" Carlos, wearing a gray robe, appeared behind Thorne, followed by a teasing question.

Thorne's expression quickly returned to peace, and stood quietly, leaving silent.

"Are you still angry?" Carlos sighed slightly, patted Thorne's shoulder, stood side by side with him, and asked tentatively.

"There is nothing to be angry about, but the position is different." Thorne shook his head and denied: "It is not wrong for you to try to occupy the territory of the upper city in order to fight for your own interests. I am just to maintain the peaceful life of the half-elves in the upper city, so I did nothing wrong."

"You guys are so clear about our division. Are you planning to completely draw a clear line with our downtown area in the future?" Carlos looked at Thorne's calm expression and laughed.

"Although we have different positions, my goals are consistent. Watershang Town is still the same. I am worthy of protecting Watershang Town. When facing the invasion of the great enemy, I will still stand up with a sharp blade." Thorne's expression did not fluctuate at all. He stood there without moving and replied calmly.

"It seems that the sacrifice of that Ranger's mentor has had a great blow to you. If I were you, I would have disappeared without a trace." Carlos sighed lightly, looked at the sparkling Emerald River for a moment, and said slowly:

"I have reminded them that your feelings for the Shangcheng District are better than those of us from other worlds, but they don't believe it and must test your bottom line. But this is also good. At least it will dispel their intentions for the Shangcheng District, and they can finally concentrate on developing externally.

A group of short-sighted people, the vast emerald wilderness and the Great Sword Strike Mountains, the mineral veins hidden in the underground of these two treasure lands, the groups of ferocious animals and precious beasts, and the primitive jungle without civilization are our real priceless treasures. These guys just stared at the one-acre and three-point ground in the upper city."

Carlos is right, the vast emerald field and the continuous Great Sword Mark Mountains have never seen traces of human activities, which leads to rich natural resources, which is the main reason why those ambitious players are obsessed with establishing territory here.

But the problem is that with their current capabilities, they do not have the ability to mine.

However, facing Carlos's words as if shirking responsibility, Thorne's eyes looked at him were full of doubt.

Although Carlos has always been good to him, he also fully understood through today's meeting that almost everyone in the Lower Town is a group of egoists, who are more like using their weaknesses to fight for more benefits for them.

"Hey, the half-elf ranger in Watershang Town, don't look at me with this kind of eyes. I am only responsible for foreign enemies invading and developing territory. As for the internal economic development and construction of our Watershang Town, I will not participate. It is mainly because it is too brain-intensive. It is better to fight and kill and kill easily." Noting Thorne's suspicious gaze, Carlos explained to him with a calm smile, and then changed his mind and said seriously:

"Get back to the point, I'll tell the truth. I feel very uncomfortable and unhappy when you privately arrange for orc players to settle in the Horn Town." Carlos glanced at Thorne, who was expressionless and said in a very depressed tone:

"The town of Watershang is in a state of disagreement. Except for our confidants, most people's mentality is swaying. If this continues, it will be only a matter of time before the dissolution is completed. After finally more than 200 orc players appeared, you sent them to the Kwon Town. When I heard this news, I was so depressed that I was almost spitting out an old blood to express my dissatisfaction."

"If the problem of their shaken mentality cannot be effectively solved, no matter how many orc players you give you, it will only solve the urgent problem. For future development, the most important thing for people's hearts." Thorne noticed Carlos' depressed expression, his expression slowed down and he spoke.

"I understand all of this, I just want to complain to you, the culprit, or this tone will never be straightened out." Carlos waved his hand and said indifferently.

"Is that?" Thorne looked at Carlos and said thoughtfully, "Why do I always feel that your purpose is not that simple?"

Although Thorne didn't quite understand whether the other party was talking to him to shirk the blame or complain, he did not forget Andrea's solemn warning to him when he saw Carlos, so he had to face up to whether the other party's words contained other meanings every time he accidentally said.

"It seems that you are also a guy who forgets your friends when you see sex. You are really careless about making friends. I'm useless to treat you so well." Carlos was stunned for a moment, then he showed a sudden look, complained to Thorne, and said with a questioning tone: "Tell me honestly, is the sorcerer next to you guessed my identity and said something bad about me?"

"Thorne shook his head, pondered for a moment, and chose to say the truth: "It's just that I'd better be careful when I contact you in the future."

Since the other party guessed it, he felt that there was nothing to hide. Through today's showdown, he was destined to have no excessive contact with the people in the Lower City in the future. Apart from the land in the upper city, there was nothing that made people jealous of him.

"It's quite in line with her personality." Carlos smiled bitterly when he heard this, and muttered to himself.

"Do you know each other?" Hearing Carlos's secret muttering, Thorne blurted out subconsciously. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a little regretful of his mistakes.

"It's not considered a recognition, it's just a little hearing." Carlos replied casually, looked up at the tower on the cliff, pondered for a moment, and looked at Thorne with a smile: "Do you want to know her past?"

"Not interested!" Thorne noticed the other party's joking eyes and refused without thinking.

"I'm really not interested at all?" Carlos took a step forward, stood with his hands behind his back and leaned slightly, looked at Thorne's face thoughtfully, and joked with a smile.

"I'm not that gossipy." Thorne snorted coldly, threw a sentence, and turned around and left.

Carlos looked at Thorne's back without hesitation and shook his head and laughed: "A silly boy who is in a blessing but does not know how to be blessed."

...

Shushang Town Shangcheng District.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The hammer hit the dark red metal, and the brilliant Mars rose up from the anvil in pieces and disappeared into the slightly dim stone chamber.

Thorne was in a small and stuffy room, and a middle-aged half-elf blacksmith wearing only trousers and a leather apron wielding a heavy sledgehammer, flying up and down again and again, until the hard iron block surrendered to the hammer.

"Torne is here, is there anything wrong?" The half-elf blacksmith threw the formed iron block aside and was about to continue the next process. Suddenly he noticed the figure standing at the door, stunned for a moment, and asked in confusion.

"Uncle Bojia, I'm disturbing. I want to ask, are the batch of arrows I customized half a year ago still retained?" Thorne walked forward a few steps and said hello, directly explaining his purpose.

"I'll keep it for you." The half-elf blacksmith wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel on his shoulder and said with a smile: "Our half-elf in the upper city has not participated in the battle for half a year, and the loss of arrows and weapons is not that serious. Besides, the batch of arrows you customized may not be easy to use, so I'll keep it for you. Wait, I'll get it for you."

After the half-elf blacksmith said that, he turned around and walked towards the inner room. He quickly walked out with two bundles of arrows and handed them to Thorne's hand. He asked curiously: "It's going to be dark soon this day. Are you planning to go out?"

Thorne looked at the two bundles of arrows that were well-maintained with grease in his hand, put them in the dimension bag, and replied: "I haven't been back for a long time, I want to go around."

"Then be careful, the wilderness at night is the most dangerous." The half-elf blacksmith kindly reminded: "There are more and more people in the town of Waterfall, so be careful of the bandits wandering outside."

"Uncle Bojia, I want to ask you a question." Thorne was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something, so he looked at the half-elf blacksmith and said, "You said that the people in the lower city have more advantages than disadvantages or more disadvantages than advantages in the entire town of Watershang Town."

"What should I say? Although we half-elves are all a group of races that are rejected by humans and elves, if someone is really willing to accept us sincerely, who is willing to hide in a corner where no one cares about it?"

The half-elf blacksmith scratched his head, wiped the bituminous coals on his chest with a towel full of filth, and continued: "I think life is pretty good now. As long as I have money, I can drink crazy water from Shuangta Town at any time. Occasionally, I look at the lively crowds in the city, which makes me feel that I am no longer so lonely, and I even feel that I want to integrate into it. It is better than disadvantages."

Thorne glanced at the half-elf blacksmith, called him and turned around and left.

Leaving the blacksmith shop in the upper city, with the sound of knocking and beating gradually disappearing without a trace, Thorne came to the courtyard of the half-elf leader Ost.

“Cruff!”

The wooden door was gently pushed open by Thorne, and the living room of the half-elf-leader's wooden house was still so simple. There was no other unnecessary building except for a few seats made of tree stumps.

Thorne looked at the half-elves with meticulous expression on his face, leaned over and saluted slightly, and then sat on the wooden chair closest to him.

"Thorn is here, is there anything wrong?" The half-elf leader held a wooden holy emblem carved with a unicorn in his hand, leaning against the chair as if he closed his eyes and pondered. When he noticed the movement of the door, he glanced at Thorn and asked.

"I'm here to tell you about the tower on the West Cliff." Thorne said: "That tower has been regarded as a seclusion by my friends, so I came here to say hello to you."

"The tower left by the wizard." The half-elf leader recalled: "I invited the Bishop of Lausian of the temple to come here to try to find out everything in the tower. Unfortunately, no matter how hard it is, no matter how hard it is, the ban on the gate cannot be broken. In order to prevent the tower from being destroyed, this matter was left alone. Unexpectedly, it was cracked by your human friend. Since she is your friend, let her live with confidence."

Why was the ban that even the high-level priest Bishop of Lauxi's Bishop easily opened by Andrea?

Thorne remembered the doubts she had asked in the tower, and Andrea's answer to him was to wave it casually, and the ban was easily lifted, not as difficult to open as expected.

Did she hide something from me?

Thorne temporarily suppressed his inner doubts and thanked the half-elf leader: "Thank you for your generosity, Chief Oster."

"It's just a tower that is useless to us, so don't be so disgusting." The half-elf leader waved his hand and said with a smile: "Besides, your human warlock friend has expressed her gratitude to me."

"Hmm?" Thorne looked at the half-elves' leader in confusion: "Have you met?"

"That's right." The half-elf leader nodded with a smile and continued, "She is a generous human warlock who volunteered to buy the entire tower, but I refused. In the end, this smart human warlock donated a sum of money to the Temple of Melikay in your name."

Donated a sum of money to the Temple of Melikay in my name?

Thorne, who had just exchanged a few simple greetings with the half-elves, looked at the direction of the tower and sighed helplessly.

As he was about to walk towards the downtown area, a figure appeared at the corner of the jungle fixed his movement.

This is a half-elf girl who looks only seventeen or eighteen years old. She is wearing a white long gown dotted with green edges. The one covered with a green short cloak made of spider silk and natural dyes. She is wearing a unicorn holy emblem made of animal horns.

Her thin body stood in the wind, and her long black hair that was over her shoulders floated slightly on both sides. When her two light blue eyes noticed Thorne, she was stunned for a moment, then slowly walked up to her and asked softly, "Come?"

"Yeah, here we come." Thorne looked at the half-elf girl Lilia in front of her, looked at her sickly pale cheeks, and nodded slightly.

"Do you know where I went just now?" The half-elf girl lowered her head slightly, hesitated for a moment, and said softly.

"Where?" Thorne's tone had no intention of asking.

"I went to your friend, the tower of the human sorcerer." The half-elf girl moved forward and looked at Thorne quietly: "I asked her a lot about you."

Thorne's calm expression fluctuated for a moment, and he remained silent.

The half-elf girl Lilia walked up to Thorne, gently stroked the hair on his forehead that was slightly curled due to a long time of not taking care of it, and said slowly: "Isn't that the case for you? Two years ago, from a wanderer who didn't even dare to face the wilderness gnome, he grew step by step to what he is now. Thorne, your changes are really too big."

"As long as people are still alive, there will be hope in the future. We cannot say that some things will not happen just because we don't have enough patience to wait. We cannot say that the world is cold just because the sun has not shining." Thorne stood there without moving, allowing the half-elf girl in front of him to brush his face with the cold little hands.

"You'd better leave, you can't change anything with your ability." The half-elf-girl retracted his right hand, his expression returned to calm, and said in a plain tone: "Since this place is not suitable for you, why should you force yourself to stay here."

"Thirt!"

A loud eagle roar cut through the sky, and the fierce eagle hovering in the sky swept down, floating past Thorne, sweeping up a few strands of smoothed hair on his forehead, and gently floating on his face.

Thorne stared at the disappearing back of the half-elf girl until she disappeared from her sight, and then she retracted her gaze.
Chapter completed!