The Elven Evolution: Starting With 1 Million SSSR Skills-Chapter 128: [] Assigning Tasks

I decided to change the name of the knight at the gate, the one called Sarah to Emma. This is because there is already an existing character with that name.

Emma stared at Eliron’s back as he turned to leave, Yennefer hurrying behind him.

"You did that thing again, that whoosh magic!"

"Hmm? What are you talking about?" Eliron asked.

"Don’t play dumb!" She sighed.

"Anyways, what should we have for dinner?" Yen asked as she reached him.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Hehe... Well, I was thinking..."

As they moved farther, it was no longer poasibley to pick up on their conversation, so she glanced at the mercenary leader instead.

’He beat a minor commander so easily??’

If the duel had been a fight to the death, Sarah had no doubt that he could have easily disposed of him just as quickly.

Although the minor commander has underestimated him, his loss could hardly be attributed to his negligence.

Balak gritted his teeth, his right hand (only hand) clenched tightly as he stared at the floor.

"I’ll kill that bastard..." he seethed, his blood boiling.

"Boss..." one of the mercenaries hurried up to him and knelt down to address him.

The mercenary glanced at his severed arm, a look of horror on his face, then gulped.

"Speak."

The mercenary was part of their logistics unit, the fact that he was here meant there was news.

"Pius is back, boss. He says he has found the man you were looking for."

Balak’s demeanor suddenly changed, a wide grin appearing on his face as he stood to his feet, nearly falling as he felt light headed from the blood loss.

"Excellent! Once I get my hand on that artifact, no one will dare stand up to me!"

Then he would be strong enough to find the kid that had embarrassed him, and rip him limb from limb.

<•••>

Now that they had eaten to their fill, Eliron located a in , one that was a little far from the tavern they had been in.

Gossip was certain to fly, but he wanted to at least have some peace before it began.

The inn was not the flashiest, but it was warm and homely.

They stepped into the tavern, staining the floor with water, their boots sloshing as they walked towards the counter.

An old man greeted them with a smile when they arrived.

"Good afternoon, how can I help you?"

Eliron rubbed the coin pouch as he leaned on the counter. The mercenaries had been far richer than he expected, the money here was more than enough to enjoy their time in Kingsbridge.

"I would like to take two rooms, preferably next to each other. "

The old man nodded, pulling out a ledger. He grabbed his spectacles from the table and put them on just before browsing through the list.

"How many beds would you like?"

"Two each."

"Alright, give me a moment, I’ll get it set up..."

He left the counter and hurried up the stairs, leaving them in the lobby which also served as a restaurant.

"So, how do we find the merchant? You said you know how, right?" Yen asked from beside him.

Eliron nodded. "There is a man who has permission to give the night time location of the merchant. But he is quite an eccentric personality, convincing him will not be easy..."

Yen hummed. "Hmm, but you have a plan right?"

"Naturally. The man only comes out at night, but because of how distrusting he is, we can’t go as a group as large as this..."

Artie leaned on the counter, her hands folded across her chest. "What are you suggesting then?"

"Me and Ash will go to the tavern to locate the informant. We will find a way to get him to tell us the location, and even use force if necessary..."

"When we have gotten the information, we will meet up with the blinking merchant and agree on a deal for our goods."

"As for you and Yen, I have another task for you. Now listen up, you are going to...."

The innkeeper came down about ten minutes later with two room keys.

"The rooms have been warmed and ready for you... there is a hot bath upstairs if you’re interested..."

"Thank you sir." Eliron took the keys from his hand and tossed one to Artie.

"Get some sleep, this is going to be a very long night."

<•••>

Night crept upon Kingsbridge like a thief, summoning shadows upon the world. Due to having spent the entire day without the sun, no one had known the time until the light vanished.

Thankfully, the rain had stopped, leaving behind a cool, breezy atmosphere.

Countless magical lights lined the streets, ornate streetlights filled the area, and lights from civilian owned stores splayed upon the roads, giving it a golden hue.

The doors to one of these many shops swung open, and out of it came two well dressed elves.

Eliron was dressed in black clothing that resembled a suit, but with enough variations to give it a flare of the medieval times.

His blue hair was neatly arranged, a black top hat resting atop his head, and his golden necklace was resting nicely against his chest.

Ash on the other hand was in a long coat that went down to his knees, a white shirt and suspenders that kept his pants up.

Eliron took in a deep breath then exhaled.

"Ahhhh—! I feel like I am made of money."

"Is there really any need for us to wear these human clothes?" Ash asked, moving awkwardly in them.

"Of course, we need to properly blend in if we don’t want to alarm the infomat..."

’Plus I’ve always wanted to try on a suit...’ Eliron thkught.

In his last life, Eliron could not afford to buy a suit. Not only were they too expensive, there would have been little to no opportunity to actually wear one.

But now, things were different.

Locating the tavern where the informant often stayed was not a difficult task, just like it had been mentioned in the novel, he found the tavern after walking for a few minutes.

Eliron then held the door and paused.

"Look alive Ash, like I said, the informant is an eccentric person. The blinking merchant is by no means cheap, he will only allow truly wealthy individuals see them. Do you understand?"

He meaning behind his words were simple.

Act rich!

’So that is why he bought these clothes...’ Ash thought just as he nodded.

"Yes my lord."

Eliorn smiled...

And then he kicked the door in.

Bang!

Inside the room was a round table, where different well dressed individuals were seated, each of them clearly men of value, prominent people in society.

On the table were stacks of cards, chips and coins that stacked up as high as the ceiling.

A betting game.

Immediately he stepped foot into the place, all eyes were locked on him, the people wondering who the rude guest who had interrupted them was.

— Who the hell is that guy?

— Does he k have any aide where he is?

— Someone call security, kick that fool out..

"Wait." A man, clearly having more authority than the others said, cigar in his mouth, the buttons on his shirt undone as he watched Eliron.

"...this might be interesting."

Eliron had both hands in his pockets, and he leaned forward ever so slightly as he strutted into the room.

He pulled out one hand, bringing a gold coin with it, the money gleaming like a mini sun.

Right in his hand was a hundread silver pieces!

He rotated the coin on his finger tips then sent it rolling up his arm, just before flicking it with his elbow—right into the bartender’s waiting hands.

"One round of drinks for everyone here." He said with a smile.

Ash glanced at the bartender as he adjusted the cuffs of his shirt. "And keep the change..."

As veers began to erupt, the two of them walked to the round table, and pulled out chairs for themselves, inviting themselves to the game.

Eliron crossed his legs and smirked.

"A fine evening isn’t it?"

The man at the head of the table smiled and pulled out his cigar.

"A fine evening it is..."