Chapter 24 Chapter 19 Focus on Wulfgar

Delly pulled the overcoat tighter around her, more to conceal her gender than to block out the chilling breeze. She walked briskly along the street, trying to keep up with the limping figure in front of her.A patron of the Curved Sword Tavern pointed out that the man was Morik the Rogue.There is no doubt that he came to investigate again. She turned into an alley and there he was.He stood in front of her and waited for her, the dagger in his hand was shining coldly. Delly stopped immediately, and raised her hands desperately begging forgiveness for her life. "Please don't, Mr. Morik!" she cried. "I just wanted to talk to you about something."

"Morik?" the man repeated.He pulled down his hood, revealing a bronzed face - much darker than the one Delly was looking for. "Oh, I beg your pardon, sir," Delly stammered, stepping back. "I mistook you for someone else," the man began to answer, but Delly didn't hear a word, because she had already turned around by then and started running for her life towards the Cutlass Tavern. After she ran a safe distance, she slowed down, calmed down her heart, and carefully considered the current situation.Since the battle with the Junglebreaker, she herself, and many other customers, had found Morik the Rogue in the shadows or around corners.

Maybe they just thought they saw this dangerous guy in fear?She was very discouraged by the thought, and realized that it might be true.Delly sighed and unbuttoned her coat. "How are you, Delly Curty?" came a voice from the side. Delly turned around and saw this vague figure leaning against the wall, her eyes widened in surprise.This figure, this voice, she recognized them all.She felt something in her throat suffocating her.She had been looking for Morik, and now he had found her, which made her feel stupid.She looked back at the Curved Sword Tavern, wondering if she could run back there before the dagger went into her back.

"You've been asking for news of me and looking for me," Morik said nonchalantly. "I don't have anything—" "I was one of the people you questioned," Morik interrupted her.When he spoke again, his tone and accent had completely changed. "Then tell me, little girl, why are you going to see that nasty rascal?" This made Delly's hair stand on end. She remembered that when she met an old lady a few days ago, the other party said that, and the voice and words were not bad at all.And even if she didn't recognize the words and the voice, she wouldn't have any doubts that the man in front of her was Luskan's famous disguise master.She had been in extremely close contact with Morik some time many months ago.He appeared in front of her in a different image every time, not only in appearance, but also in manner and attitude, etc.: he walked in a different way, talked in a different way, and even made love in a different way.Rumors that have spread throughout Luskan over the years have pointed out that Morik is actually played by several different people.Delly had thought it was exaggeration before, but now she felt that she wouldn't be surprised if it was true.

"Now you have found me," Morik said firmly. Delly stood there, not knowing how to react.But Morik was clearly getting impatient, so she started like a cannonball, "I want you to leave Wulfgar. He just gave the Junglebreaker what he wanted, and he wouldn't have done it if he hadn't provoked him first." will kill him." "Why should I care about that jungle destroyer?" Morik still had that indifferent tone. "He's a madman. Half Moon Street looks better without him." "Then you won't avenge that guy," Delly reasoned. "But there are rumors that you're particularly interested in Wulfgar, and want to prove—"

"I don't need to prove anything," Morik interrupted her. "So what on earth do you think of Wulfgar?" Delly asked. Morik just shrugged and changed the subject. "You talk like you're in love with him, Delly Curty." Delly's face flushed suddenly. "I'm also speaking for Ellen Judepek," she insisted. "Wulfgar has done us good at the Curved Sword Tavern, and as far as we know, he hasn't caused the slightest trouble outside." "Ah, but you do seem to be in love with him, Delly. And not a little love," Morik said, laughing. "I thought Delly Cody loved every man equally."

Delly blushed even more. "Of course, if you were really in love with him, then I, in the interest of all other suitors, would have to try to kill him," Morik reasoned. "I would consider it a duty to all the people of Luskan. Think of it! How can a treasure like Delly Cody be kept by a single man!" "I'm not in love with him," Delly said firmly. "But I beg you, for me and for Alan, please don't kill him." "Not out of love for him?" Morik asked slyly. Delly shook her head. "Prove it." Morik reached out and untied the tie of the dress around Delly's neck.

She hesitated.But right away—just for Wulfgar's sake, because she simply didn't want to—she nodded in agreement. Later, Morik the Rogue lay in his rented bed, and Delly was long gone—to climb into Wulfgar's bed, he surmised.He took a deep draw on the pipe, enjoying the rich aroma of exotic tobacco. He thought he was lucky tonight.He hadn't been with Delly Curti for over a year and had almost forgotten how wonderful she was. Especially when he doesn't have to give anything.And that appears to be the case tonight.Morik had indeed been watching Wulfgar, but had no intention of killing the man.The jungler's fate had shown him how dangerous such an attempt might be.

He did, however, plan to have a long talk with Ellen Judepek, which might make it easier for Delly.As long as Alan kept the Savage in his place and didn't let him run wild, there was no need to kill him. Delly staggered across the upstairs rooms of the tavern, arranging her dress and cloak so no one could see that she had encountered Morik.She turned a corner in the hallway and was surprised to see the street in front of her, and she was outside before she could stop.Then the whole world started spinning. As she regained her sense of direction, she glanced behind herself and saw only empty, moonlit streets, and the hotel where Morik was staying was many yards away.She doesn't understand all this.Wasn't she still there a minute ago?Isn't it still upstairs in the hallway?Delly just shrugged.For this woman, there are many incomprehensible things.She shook her head, thinking that Morik had muddied her memory all night.Then she walked to the Crooked Sword Tavern.

On the other side of the portal that transported Delly out of the hotel, Kimmuriel Obroza nearly laughed out loud at the silly scene. He wears a magic cloak for camouflage, because Jarlaxle insists that he leave no trace of his presence in Luskan, and believes that the humans killed are among the traces left behind.Satisfied with the effect of the magic cloak, the drow turned the corner of the corridor and prepared to step into another portal. He paused, reminding himself that he had to be tactful with the human being.He and Leckie had conducted a careful investigation of the thief Morik, so Kim Murray knew that this man was dangerous, at least as a human being he was dangerous enough.He built his energy barrier and focused all his power on it before stepping through the portal leading from the corridor to Morik's room.

The man lay on the bed, surrounded by the light smoke from the pipe, and the embers of charcoal glowed red in the fireplace on the other side of the room.Morik stood up immediately, apparently feeling the disturbance of magic.Kim Murray stepped through the portal and focused fully on the energy barrier.If the spanning interrupted his concentration, he might be killed before he could refocus. Indeed, Drow felt Morik rushing towards him ferociously, felt a dagger thrust into his stomach.But he maintained the energy barrier, absorbing the energy of the attack.After absorbing two more hits, he pushed him away, stepped aside, stood facing Morik and laughed loudly at him. "You can't hurt me." He said slowly.Although Leckie had cast a spell on him, his use of the Common Tongue was far from accurate. Morik's eyes widened when he realized that a drow had entered his room.He glanced around, apparently looking for a route of escape. "I've come to talk, Morik." Kim Murray had no intention of chasing this guy all over Luskan. "It's not here to hurt you." Morik did not seem to be reassured by the dark elf's reassurance. "I bring gifts." Kim Murray continued.He threw a small box on the bed, and its contents jingled. "Belaern, and the tobacco in the Great Cave of Jorgens. Very good. You answer questions." "About what?" asked the still nervous rogue, still in a defensive crouch, twirling the dagger back and forth with one hand. "Who are you?" "My master is..." Kim Murray paused, searching for a suitable word. "Generous," he said finally. "And my master is ruthless. You trade with us." Before Morik could answer, he held out a hand for silence.Kim Murray felt the energy in his body beating, and felt that it was difficult to control it anymore.He saw a small chair and channeled his thoughts into it, causing the chair to move in front of him. He touched it, and unleashed the energy of Morik's attacks, smashing the wooden chair to dust. Morik stared at him suspiciously, not understanding what he meant. "Is this a warning?" he asked. Kim Murray just smiled. "You don't like my chair?" "My master wishes to employ you," said Kim Murray. "He needs an eye and an eye, in Luskan." "Eye and eyes, and a sword?" Morik's eyes narrowed. "Eye and eyes, nothing else is needed." Kim Murray replied. "You tell me about the man called Wulfgar now. Then you watch him closely, and tell me more about him next time I'm here." "Wulfgar?" Morik murmured in a very low voice.He's starting to tire of the name fast. "Wulfgar." Kim Murray was not supposed to hear Morik talking to himself, but he had the keen hearing of the drow, so of course he did. "Watch him." "I'd rather kill him," Morik said. "If he's a problem—" He stopped suddenly, as he saw a cold gleam in Kim Murray's eye. "No." Drow explained. "kyorlin... watch him. Quietly. I'll come back with more belaern for more answers." He motioned to the locket on the bed, repeating the drow word, "belaern," in his tone Shows extreme emphasis. Before Morik could ask any other question, the room was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers.He was afraid of being attacked, so he quickly lowered his body and rushed forward, waving the dagger in his hand. But the dark elf was gone long ago. He had already passed through the portal in the room to the street, and then through the portal Lacky set up; before the dark barrier in Morik's room disappeared, he had returned. Arrived at Calimport.Both Leckie and Jarlaxle had seen the negotiation, so they nodded their heads at him appreciatively. Jarlaxle's influence on the ground has expanded. Morik didn't dare to crawl out from under the bed until the red glowing embers in the fireplace appeared before his eyes again.What a strange night! he thinks.First with Delly, but that wasn't all that weird, since she was clearly in love with Wulfgar, and also knew that Morik could easily kill him. But now... a drow!Come talk to Morik about Wulfgar!Wasn't there anything Luskan had that had nothing to do with Wulfgar?Who on earth is he, how can the dark elves notice him?Morik looked at the shattered chair—impressive force indeed—and flung the dagger deflatedly, driving it deep into the opposite wall.Then he lay down on the bed again. "Belaern," he whispered.He wondered what that really meant.Did that drow say something about tobacco? He carefully observed the unremarkable box, trying to find the trap on it.He found nothing, and thinking that if the dark elf wanted to kill him he wouldn't have to go through so much trouble setting traps, he put the box on the bedside table, unlatched it lightly, and opened it. Gemstones and gold gleamed before his eyes, and besides sacks of black tobacco. "belaern," Morik said again.His smile flickered, as did the treasure before him.So he decided to watch Wulfgar, because he was going to do it anyway, and now he was being paid generously for it. He thought of Delly Curty; he looked at the treasure in the box, and the crumpled sheets on the bed. Not a bad night. No one had dared to challenge Wulfgar for several days since the death of the legendary Jungle Breaker, so the Curved Cutlass Tavern had been peaceful.But when this tranquility was finally destroyed, a big explosion ushered in.A ship entered the port of Luskan, and a large number of crew members who had nothing to do at sea for a long time got off the ship, hoping to make a good fight. After they had pushed most of the customers in the tavern around, Wulfgar appeared. Finally, after many minutes of fighting, the last struggling sailor was lifted by Wulfgar and thrown out through the gaping hole in the wall made by the previous four.Another clumsy pirate tried to get back through the hole, and Wulfgar hit him in the face with the bottle. The big man wiped his bloodstained face with his bloody forearm, then picked up a bottle of wine—the one used for the beating was shattered—and stumbled over to the nearest intact picture. Beside the table, reclined into a chair.Wulfgar took a swig of his drink, a grim smile on his face as the alcohol tingled his cut lips. Josie and Allen, who were sitting at the bar, were also slightly injured.However, Wulfgar had taken the hardest hit, and the two suffered only minor cuts and bruises. "He's badly hurt," Josy said, motioning Ellen to look at the big man, especially his legs, for Wulfgar's trousers were soaked with blood.One of the sailors hit him with a plank.The planks crumbled away, tearing Wulfgar's layers of fat and skin, leaving long, deep gashes on the barbarian's leg. As Ellen and Josy watched him, Delly knelt beside him and wrapped a clean cloth around his leg.She pushed hard on Wulfgar's deep gash, causing Wulfgar to cry out in pain.Then he gulped down the painkiller liquor again. "Delie will take care of him again," Ellen said. "It's become part of her life." "Then it'll be part of the business," said Josy gravely. "I think it's Rosie Dunn's gang that pointed the bastards in our direction. They always bring challenges for Wulfgar." "One day he'll meet someone stronger, like the Jungle Breaker," Allen whispered. "I'm afraid he won't die peacefully in his bed." "He won't live longer than us." Josy looked at Delly who was supporting the barbarian and leading him to her room. Just then, two other rough sailors rushed in through the breach in the wall, aiming straight at the staggering Wulfgar's back.The massive savage just had time to regain his massive energy before they hit him.He pushed Delly away firmly, then turned and punched one of them in the face.The man fell limply. Another sailor rushed at Wulfgar, but the big man didn't budge, just hummed contemptuously, and took the combined left and right punches. But Wulfgar caught him in an instant, twisted his arms, and lifted him into the air.The sailor tried to punch and kick the barbarian, and Wulfgar shook him so violently that he bit off the tip of his own tongue. Then he flew, and Wulfgar took two steps, trying to throw him through the hole in the wall. But Wulfgar was no longer so accurate.The man was leaning against the wall a foot or so to the left of the hole. "I'll drag him out for you!" Josy called from behind the bar. Wulfgar nodded, letting Delly hold him again, and walked away slowly. "But he should take his share, won't he take it this time?" Allen said with a chuckle.