Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 261 Local Customs and Traditions
“Mr. Oliver, I fully understand your concerns and the necessity of your duty.”

The Mediterranean man had a sinister look in his eyes and didn't care about the politeness and courtesy the other party was showing.

However, Zhang Yuan wasn't going to be polite; he was going to talk about "reason."

"Our team's diplomat, Mr. Doflamingo, will now be in full charge of this meeting."

Zhang Yuan stepped back, giving his seat to the silly bird, and then it was time to watch the show.

"How come it's a bird?" Oliver was taken aback.

"I'm the Bird of Despair, what kind of bird are you?"

"I'm not a bird!"

"You're not even a bird."

"I."

"What do you mean, 'me'? Luskan keeps talking about freedom and openness, but when he opens his legs, he reveals something like you? Have you ever seen a prostitute checking a customer's identity? I'm asking you."

The fool who has never lost an argument is truly unstoppable. Oliver was forced to retreat and just wanted the other party to shut up and leave. He couldn't even remember the stupid thing about checking his identity.

"Well, that concludes our discussion for today. Don't forget my earnest advice."

The foolish bird reluctantly ended its one-sided friendly talks with the other party, while Oliver had already impatiently run to another berth, as if a swarm of spirit-sucking monsters were chasing after him.

He waved his hand in front of the stunned Amarfrey, shook hands with the first mate who had regained his senses, and said goodbye. The Canaanite group then began their own Luscan journey.

Thanks to the intelligence information prepared by Ophira in advance, Zhang Yuan had a certain initial understanding of the city and knew the location of at least some neighborhoods, such as a certain brothel.

Leading his teammates, they hurried along until they finally stopped. Looking up, they saw a huge plaque with the words "scratching heads and striking poses" written on it.

Good heavens! The crowd standing at the shop entrance, watching the "customers" coming and going, their eyes shining with eager anticipation when they entered, and their dejected and unsteady steps when they came out, all knew exactly what kind of place this was.

"Boss, you're too impatient. You've only been on the ship for a few days, and you're already acting like one of those seasoned sailors?"

Lawrence, who knows all sorts of people inside and out, is making fun of Zhang Daguanren by talking about the way those sailors behave. They spend a lot of time at sea and when they come ashore, they rush off to where they are.
This is self-evident.

"You're just got a dirty heart. Can't you do something else when you come here? It's a hotel, after all."

Just as the other person was about to speak, Zhang Yuan's words silenced him completely:

"If you keep spouting nonsense, then our diplomat will have to give you a good talking-to about your filthy heart."

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked and fell silent in fear. The name of the Thief Bird was now truly terrifying.

However, these words also reminded the mage that it was strange to bring an entire team to visit a brothel so early in the morning, especially with female members among them.

So Zhang Yuan deliberately put on a longing expression, craned his neck to look inside the door a few times, and then led his teammates away from the place.

"Aren't we going in?" Nancy, who knew the inside story, asked this question, and her teammates next to her immediately looked at her sideways.

"It's not convenient right now. Let's find a decent hotel and settle in tonight."

“Come to this shady place again!” Just as Zhang Yuan was about to explain, he heard this, but the fearless Kaigen jumped out and interrupted.

The Canaanites, chatting and laughing all the way, arrived at the door of another inn, teaching a lesson to several hooligans, pickpockets, and drunkards along the way.

Intimidated by the foolish bird's tyranny, Kegan and his men vented their anger on these unlucky fools. They were pleased to find that their fists were more persuasive than their words, and the roughnecks finally regained a little confidence.

If you're looking to gather intelligence, the gritty Scimitar Inn would be a good choice. This place, frequented by sailors and pirates, is always rife with gossip and shadowy figures.

Now that he had access to information, Mr. Zhang was naturally unwilling to suffer that ordeal, so he went directly to the Northern Star Hotel, which was considered one of the more luxurious and safer hotels in Luscany, and settled down there.

"I'm going to gather some information. You all stay here and wait for my news."

Ignoring Lawrence's silent accusation of "eating alone" through mouthing the words, Zhang Yuan chose to shoulder everything alone.

He then took off his robes, put on a spare inlaid leather armor, changed his appearance slightly, and swaggered out the door.

As it turned out, the intimidating power of Master Zhang's robes and his formidable teammates was far greater than that of the man himself.

When the whole team was on the move just now, only a few clueless thieves ran into them. But now, Zhang Yuan had just walked out of a block and was passing a tavern when someone came looking for him.

"Hiccup~ Where did this guy from out of town come from? Why are his eyes and hair all black?"

"It seems that the Karatu people in the Far East are like this."

"Who cares what map it is, newbie? Are you going to give this brand new leather armor to your grandpa Kaz?"

Reeking of the nauseating stench of a hangover, the group of drunkards, fresh from a night of revelry, looked at Zhang Yuan's brand-new leather armor, which was spotless and without a single scratch. They felt as if they had found a fat sheep to pay for their next purchase.

"Gentlemen, do you really know what you're saying? Do you need me to help you wake up?"

Zhang Yuan grabbed the hand that was reaching out to grab his collar and slowly tightened his grip.

"You scum, how dare you provoke the Bloodsail Gang! Let go of me right now, ahhhhh~"

Zhang Yuan didn't take this group of small fry seriously. After a few rounds, the wounded were lying on the ground groaning miserably.

What struck him was the group's clothing. Although it was tattered, filthy, and unkempt, the red jacket that resembled a mandarin jacket was clearly the same style as the one worn by Oliver.

Tsk, it's a pity I'm not from the Enchanting faction, and I don't know how to memorize top-tier arcane spells like Weaving, otherwise many things would be much easier.

However, the mage's eyes darted around, and with a flick of his finger, a magical mark was quietly attached to the burly man who was clutching his shattered hand bones and howling loudly.

At least it's a move that can be considered a casual one.

Zhang Yuan was getting quite annoyed by the thugs he had dealt with along the way, but fortunately they were all weaklings and didn't take much effort to deal with.

The only slightly dangerous situation was when they happened to witness a local gang fight. Perhaps it wasn't just a coincidence, but gang fighting was commonplace in Luskan; it was simply a part of their lives.

This is probably what Latin American gangs were like in my past life.

Thank you to zhouzhea, chess piece on the chessboard, ok2001, book friend 20190225204357297, the brilliance of light, the lazy slumber, and the soul-destroying wind and rain for your monthly ticket support!

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