Chapter 762: Strangeness of the City

Actually, Gilbert himself didn't know if he could fulfill his answer.

He didn't even know if he could walk out of the gnome's estate alive.

The last time he was able to successfully walk out of that hell, it was mainly because he had the help of the men behind by his father. That was how he was able to bear a false accusation and be exiled out of the city.

And this time, he took the initiative to go back. He didn't know which of the forces in the city were willing to lend a helping hand.

"Really?!" Austin looked very happy.

"Yes." Gilbert nodded and agreed.

When he saw Austin's smile, Gilbert would also accompany him to be happy.

After these few days, Gilbert had saw Austin as a reliable elder brother.

Even though they hadn't been together for long, their feelings were exceptionally deep.

A cool breeze blew past, and Gilbert exhaled a breath of hot air into the air. He realized that the hot air he exhaled had already turned into white fog.

"Let's go back to the tent and rest. It's too cold outside." Austin suggested.

"Okay." Gilbert held Austin's outstretched hand and agreed.

The next morning, the soldiers gathered together early.

Seeing that the goal of this mission was right in front of them, everyone could not help but want to reach the legendary estate as soon as possible.

"Today, we will rest at the foot of the volcano." Abel reminded everyone while he was lecturing, "I hope that everyone will not tell anyone that we entered the dragon clan's estate before, so as to avoid causing unnecessary trouble."

"Yes!" the soldiers answered in unison.

Everyone continued to move forward in the heavy snow. Each of them had put on thicker clothes than they had yesterday.

Austin even put on a wide-brimmed hat for Gilbert.

As evening approached, the wind became weaker.

The soldiers at the front saw the town gate that appeared at the end of their line of sight.

"Zelodian?" a soldier read out the words on the city gate plaque.

"It feels so grand." a soldier looked at the wide city gate and sighed.

"Everyone stops in front of the city gate." Abel ordered his soldiers.

After a group of people stopped completely, the town gate was opened, and a group of giant soldiers ran out in unison. Walking up to Abel, they asked him, "Which race are you from?"

"The elf race. These soldiers are humans from the Caradia Empire. We're going up the mountain to visit the dwarven craftsmen." Abel replied calmly. He took out the Elf Empire's soldier medallion from his bosom.

"Mm, alright. You can go in now." the giant soldiers only gave a cursory glance before letting them in.

Abel led his soldiers into the city gate and walked towards the street near the market.

"Why is it so easy to pass the city gate on this island?" a soldier asked the person beside him, puzzled.

"I don't know." the soldier beside him shook his head and said, "It seems like it was the same when we entered the dwarf town last time."

The discussion rose and fell. Austin looked at Gilbert, who had been silent since he entered the city gate, and said, "What's wrong? It's rare to see you so quiet."

"It's very strange." Gilbert lowered the brim of his hat and answered, "The people in charge of patrolling this town shouldn't be the giants."

"I heard before that this town is under the supervision of various races. The giants are not in charge of the supervision now?" Austin asked in puzzlement.

"Yes." Gilbert replied. "At least they weren't in charge before I left the city."

"Then, which race was in charge before?" Austin asked.

"The gnomes." Gilbert said after a moment of silence.

"Did something happen to the gnomes after you were exiled from the city?" Austin asked worriedly.

"I don't know." Gilbert answered as he looked at the pedestrians on the street.

"Will it be dangerous for you to return to the Gnome Kingdom now?" Austin was most worried about the safety of Gilbert.

"Since I've come this far, I have no choice but to go back." Gilbert replied. "Besides, no one wants to invade the gnomes' territory."

"Why?" Austin asked.

"It's a secret." Gilbert shook his head and said.

"Okay." Austin didn't continue to ask. It was enough for him to know that the place where Gilbert had returned was safe.

While leading the way, Abel was also paying attention to the surrounding movements. He found that there were fewer ordinary vagrants on the street, but more troops patrolling the streets.

Following the route they had taken a few months ago, they arrived at the hotel they had stayed in previously.

Abel turned around and said to the soldiers, "Everyone can stay here tonight."

"Yes!"

The reconnaissance team had walked until now, and there was a total of forty-eight people left.

After counting the number of people, Claremont took the silver money in his bag and exchanged it with the hotel manager for the keys to twelve rooms.

"How do we arrange this?" Abel took the five keys and asked Claremont.

"Me, you, and Devitt will stay in one room. The rest of the soldiers will share the rest of the rooms equally." Claremont answered simply.

"There is still one left." Abel thought for a while and said.

"Abel and Austin can sleep together. Isn't that alright?" Claremont curled his lips and said.

"I see." Abel replied.

"Oh right, don't drink too much during dinner tonight. If you get drunk like last time, no one will take care of you." Claremont warned.

"Oh right, last time you went to the guild to get the information when I was drunk, right?" Abel recalled the days when he stayed in the dwarf town.

"That's right. I originally wanted to bring you along. But you drank too much, and I couldn't wake you up." Claremont complained.

"Ahem, I'm really sorry about that night." Abel apologized. "What are your plans for tonight?"

"Tonight... I don't know what Captain Devitt wants to do. If we want to go out and ask for information, I'll ask you for help, okay?" Claremont rested his chin on his hand and thought for a while before answering.

"Sure." Abel nodded and agreed. "We will ask Devitt later."

Only when they stayed in the hotel would the elven soldiers and the Caradia soldiers eat together at the same table.

After all, the appetites of the two races were not the same. The tents that they usually built were also separated from each other.

However, since they were together, they were naturally amiable. They could easily joke with each other at the dinner table.