At the same time, in the civilian area on the north side of Dorn Town, [Fake Hand Tavern].
Raul Bint was leaning in a remote corner of the tavern, drinking alone.
The excitement of taking a few gold coins from the foreign knight before was no longer visible in him at this time. This kind of thing could have been bragged to people in taverns all year round, and it was indeed so at this time yesterday.
But after he sobered up this morning, he went to the [Surplus Bean Pod] shop to start work as usual, and was persuaded by Ms. Feneya, her female assistant, and others who were already waiting there. The thug buddy blocked.
He was told that Barney the 'Mountain Wolf' had been killed and wiped out by that foreign knight a few days ago.
"Then you should take revenge? Why did you get so close to that young knight? And you generously gave all the food in the shop to that %￥ knight."
Raul looked resentful and loyal to seek justice for the dead 'Mountain Wolf' Barney.
In fact, his own relationship with 'Mountain Wolf' Barney is very weak, just because he was a black businessman who sold stolen goods for a period of time for the boss of the bandit gang, and he was one of the black businessmen who sold stolen goods, and he was very close to his old friend—Feneya He was abandoned after the lady's trade road hotel opened. It was Ms. Feneya who felt sorry for him and coaxed him to prevent him from telling others about Barney the Mountain Wolf. That's why she placed him in Dorne Town to manage the grain store.
"That's a matter between me and Barney, and it has nothing to do with you, an outsider."
Ms. Feneya was supported by several thugs standing with their chests folded, so her tone of voice was quite different from before.
"Also, the crux of the problem is not that Barney and his gang were defeated and killed by the knights. You are a smart man, Raul. Can you tell me what the crux is now?"
When Ms. Feneya was speaking, the thugs and the guys were all staring at the store manager, Raul, with expressions of excitement and about to make a fortune on their faces.
"Uh, yes." Just as he was about to speak, the manager Raul realized something. He paused, frowning and thinking. His early experience in dealing with bandits as a black businessman quickly told him the answer.
His eyes lit up, and he said loudly, "It's Barney's wealth!"
But he frowned again, staring at Ms. Feneya and asked: "But wasn't he defeated by the foreign ￥% knight? I saw him and his people outside the town dealing with all kinds of things seized from the bandit's lair." goods and commodities."
"You're making a lot of money out of it, aren't you? I know Raul."
Ms. Feneya moved her fingers, and immediately someone brought a wooden chair for the lady to sit and talk.
The empty shop echoed the lady's confident words: "But sometimes the eyes can be deceiving, my friends. When you are hidden by the surface, the real secrets and treasures inside are with you, and with you." Sorry to miss it."
The uneducated thugs and shop assistants had no choice but to scratch their heads at these words, pretending to understand, but not fully understand.
And Raul, the steward standing at the gate of the shop, rolled his eyes wildly: "What do you mean?"
"I mean, as the person involved, I clearly know that the knight failed to find Barney's lair. In fact, he was killed by the knight at the looting cave stronghold near the trade route. That idiot, gather A gang of bandits who have persisted until now, the team that thinks they can defeat the knights, wants to sell those people."
The lady shook her head, and the final result was naturally that the bandits lost a lot.
"However, Barney's real lair is in the mountain. He didn't build his lair close to the trade road like other bandits. And the knight didn't have time to take people into the mountain to take away the goods that filled the entire cave. He Since he killed all of Barney's men, as well as Barney himself, he has no idea where that place is."
Speaking of this, there is no need to explain the conversation between smart people. Ms. Feneya raised her chin and said with a smile: "Raul, you and I have known each other for a few years, and Barney owed you a little before. So, it's time for everyone to enjoy his legacy."
The words are very clear, the thugs and shop assistants who have been persuaded in advance are also full of confidence and can't wait to set off.
The steward, Raul, was moved. He could probably estimate how much wealth it was. The name of Barney the Mountain Wolf and his cunning way of looting had always been well-known around Dorne Town.
But he hasn't ventured out much for several years, and the peaceful town life seems to have quietly taken away his courage without knowing when.
"Uh, can you allow me to think about it? I promise to give you an answer in a few days, how about it?"
Manager Raul said hesitantly.
Ms. Feneya, who had always been confident, seemed a little surprised that Raul would retreat in the end. But she likes accidents, and accidents are good, because if it weren't for accidents, she would probably still be being abused in the cave at this time.
The lady didn't talk nonsense about Raul's consideration, and waved her hand directly.
Immediately, the shop thugs who saw her move rushed forward and overwhelmed Raul, who was about to escape, to the ground. the possibility of anyone escaping.
Looking at the middle-aged steward who was pinned down by several people—the shop thugs did not use less force because Raul was their previous steward—Ms. Feneya leaned forward slightly: "Although I am asking you, but The news cannot be leaked in advance. Therefore, you have no choice but to join in, either get rich with the big guys, or you can only become a corpse."
Raul, the steward, widened his eyes.
"After all, only corpses will not open their mouths and reveal secrets."
Madam Feneya said with a smile.
The steward, Raul, is not a strong man, he immediately agreed upon hearing the words, he lay on the ground and raised his head and shouted: "I promise, don't think about it, let's go now!!"
"Hahahaha, I can't go now. After all, it is impossible to rely on the shoulders of us people to carry back the stolen goods that are full of caves, right? The food and drinking water on the road, the horse carts, donkey carts and fodder, the night. Camp tents, torches, and the swords and hunting bows that must be brought in the mountains and forests. These things must be prepared before we can set off."
Having said that, Ms. Feignia stretched out a milky white hand and beckoned to the steward Raul: "I heard that you signed a contract with that knight yesterday and earned three gold coins? I think you must Are you willing to donate this money to provide some firewood for everyone's future affluent life?"
Let him risk his life, and the manager Raul reluctantly agreed when he was pressed, but asking for the money in his pocket is a matter of principle, and he absolutely cannot agree.
"No! This is the money I earned legally yesterday! It's my wealth, I don't agree! Shops! By the way, there are shops! We are short of money, we can mortgage this shop for money, it must be enough, let's go Various material expenses."
Ms. Feneya's complexion changed slightly. She had already mortgaged the store, and of course it was impossible to find someone to mortgage it again. After all, there are not many chambers of commerce that accept store mortgages, and there is an exchange of information between them at any time, just to avoid the rogue method of multiple mortgages.
So she immediately made up a statement: "Impossible, [Surplus Bean Pod] is an important factor for us people to gather here today, without it, you and I are just strangers everywhere on the street. In order to prevent the team from disbanding and fighting among themselves at any time in the future, the store cannot be sold, nor can it be mortgaged!"
This argument sounds so plausible, whether Raul believes it or not, at least the uneducated thugs and guys are convinced.
They saw that the steward Raul was unwilling to pay, and they were not polite. The thugs who had been bandits before immediately resorted to the search skills they hadn't used for a long time, and turned all the coins from the steward Raul who was pressed to the ground. out.
"Ma'am, just find these."
A thug handed over the money, and the girl who had been with Ms. Feneya stepped forward as a maid to receive a large handful of scattered coins.
She counted quickly: "Eldest sister, there are only two gold coins, eight silver coins and thirty-three copper coins."
Ms. Feneya snorted coldly: "You had a good time last night, didn't you? You can't keep the money." The steward Raul blushed and lowered his head. The others were quite envious and wanted to be the same as the steward yesterday. They had a great time in the town, but they had no money.
But the lady's words changed again: "But it doesn't matter, I guarantee that after the matter is completed, everyone present will be able to spend every night in the town as happily as we were in charge last night, isn't it, Mr. Binter? "
The middle-aged steward smiled mischievously: "Yes, yes, it will definitely work."
But he watched in pain as Lady Feignia took his money into her purse.
"Let him go. Mr. Bint, now your money has been paid out, and a lot of it. I will take people out to purchase supplies now. If you don't want your investment property to disappear like a stone thrown into the water No sound. Just keep your mouth shut, understand?"
"Yes ma'am, I understand."
Raul, the steward, was let go, but he was downcast, lost his money, and felt more exhausted than fighting the two girls from the Red House last night.
The thug who was targeted licked the corner of his mouth and said with a grim smile that it was all right.
The steward Raul lowered his head tremblingly, and when he finally raised his head, he had a very forced smile on his face: "I won't tell the truth."
"You better not."
Ms. Feneya looked into the eyes of the steward Raul with a cold face, and said every word.
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Recalling everything that happened this morning, Raul drank the ale with a depressed face.
No money in his pocket can't stop him from wanting to go out to drink to relieve his depression at this time, and he did so, anyway, in the end, the tavern owner will either put him on the bill, or beat him up, hey, beat him up Dayton is the best, and maybe he can avoid a dangerous adventure because of the injury.
Although he was a little drunk, he was someone who could drink. Sitting in a dark corner of the tavern, he unconsciously heard the conversations of the people around him.
In front, two shabby shop assistants were talking.
"Have you heard? A famous hunter from the north has come to challenge us! He is the best at shooting eagles in the whole kingdom!"
"Really? Have you never heard of such a number one person?"
"Really, everyone is passing it on, so it's definitely not wrong. And I also heard from our manager that the people above are not angry and are planning to choose someone to defeat him. Even if he can't win the skill competition, it is impossible for that guy to brag in the town ,￥%￥￥, it’s best to find a place to break his hand, so that he dares to say such words.”
"It's useless. They won't find a priest to treat him. After all, a famous hunter probably doesn't need money. Unlike us little people, my father repaired the roof of his house and broke his leg last year. Now he's still waiting." What about the notification from the priest, when will it be notified, and when will it go to treat the leg."
In another place, several people were playing cards in the best lit part of the tavern. They played a folk game of cards called monster cards.
Use a small wooden sign dyed a solid color to stand in the recess on the table, or you can buckle it if you don't have any conditions. Each person has ten random monster cards of different styles, and they compete for size in the order of big eating small, and monsters eating monsters.
Speaking of monster cards, it wasn't just monsters. Among the dozens of wooden cards, there were at least twenty farmer cards and merchant cards mixed in. The farmer card is the smallest, but if you have at least two cards in your hand, you can combine them to fight the lowest-level monster cards.
But since everyone can only play one wooden card at a time, if they want to combine the farmer cards, they can only play continuously, counting the farmer cards they have already played and the farmer cards they are playing together.
Therefore, as long as there are many peasant cards, it will be weaker at the beginning, and then it will become stronger and stronger.
After reaching five farmer cards, even if other players play monster cards, they are no match for five farmer cards.
There are fewer merchant cards. Every time they are played, they can exchange a monster card from the wooden cards that everyone has already played, and return them to their own hands.
Of course, the trade card is invalid. I don't know if this is mocking the businessmen who run the business, and they follow the monsters on the business road to exchange money.
The monster cards are several monster cards of different sizes. The power of the monster cards is divided according to the size of a human. The monster with the size of one person is the weakest, and the monster with the size of two people is slightly stronger. For a monster as big as three people, this one is more powerful.
And monsters as big as four, and monster cards that are bigger than all monster cards.
In a set of Warcraft cards, there are only four fixed Warcraft cards, and there may be changes in other places. These four kinds of monsters are more famous in folklore, causing heavy casualties to the people of the place.
What's interesting is that the newly added Warcraft card in the southern provinces was a Warcraft Riding Beast of a brave knight in the invading army of the neighboring country in the south, a huge flame salamander covered in fire.
According to some deserters who escaped from a defeated battle last year, the neighboring country in the south has an elite army that can set fire and walk in flames. The leading knight is riding a huge flame salamander.
These drinkers playing monster cards were talking while playing cards, and what they were talking about was new news.
"Hey! I heard that different birds are raised at home, and the luck on the poker table will be different? Have you heard the news?"
A person reluctantly plays a farmer card. As the weakest card, it does not directly calculate the combat power, but calculates its power according to the number of farmer cards he played.
Another person played a dead corpse as a test card: "I heard that, I also heard that raising parrots at home will make the house more noisy. And raising bluebirds will make cooking more delicious?"
The other person directly played a dead wood crocodile, ate the former's dead corpse, and put the card down: "Then do you know which one can increase the luck of the card? Or the one that gambles?"
"If you know it, you won't say it? After all, everyone at the poker table has increased luck, so it doesn't mean there is no increase."
"That's right." The last person who spoke hit a giant worm and ate the former dead wood crocodile.
"How can you play cards like this, you know that the big cards should be left behind? I think you will always lose at cards even if you have a bird."
"You care about me, I'm happy!"
In a daze, the steward Raul smiled when he heard this, picked up a small fried fish on the plate in front of him, and brought it to his mouth to chew. He heard the chatter between the bartender and the tavern owner not far away.
"I know today that there is something under the window of my house whining softly every night, disturbing people's sleep. What is it that is causing trouble!"
The tavern owner leaned against the barrel angrily, slapped the barrel and complained to the bartender.
"Aren't they cats in spring? Usually they are in heat and courtship?"
The bartender picked up an oak wine glass from the tub of water and wiped it clean inside and out with a dry cloth.
The tavern owner waved his hand: "It can't be a cat. It's not like there are no cats in my house. I can still hear the difference in the sound. Do you know?" He lowered his voice.
The steward, Raul, had to put his hands on his ears to hear the voice of the tavern owner.
"You know, I just heard someone say today that not only is it not my doll crying, but it's not a cat in heat, actually, it's..."
The voice from behind became quieter again, and Raul, the steward, couldn't hear it at all.
He laughed at himself, he was in a lot of trouble, and he was curious about what this was for.
So he shook his head and took a sip of his ale.
At this time, a young man came in from the main entrance of the tavern. He walked directly to the bar, first ordered a glass of wine, and then said to the bartender in a voice slightly louder than normal: "Hey, have you heard that there is a bar in our town?" Didn’t a cat with a long tail walking upright come here recently, right?”
The bartender poured the wine, and said following the guest's words: "I've heard about it. Also, the latest news, these alien guys originally planned to make some money in the gambling arena~www.mtlnovel.com~ After all, they seem to be pretty good. Great. But last night they got involved in a trouble, and they've been driven out of the ring."
A drunken drinker next to him also said dissatisfiedly: "And the fighting arena is also closed. I don't know when it will be opened again. It's so boring."
The young man shrugged his shoulders: "That's not what I'm talking about, you know, I heard people say that those cats that walk upright and can talk and curse are actually messengers of the wilderness. When you meet them in the wild, you can seek shelter and survive. Woolen cloth."
"It's quite possible." The drunken drinker said, "I saw them last time they appeared in the arena, they are really ￥%￥, ten of them I don't think I can beat one of those damned alien cats , they are so dexterous! And the tail is very long."
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was interested. Raul, the manager, was moved. He thought that since those alien races who were driven out of the arena are so powerful, can Ms. Feignia hire some of them, and because they are alien races, not only the money spent Not many, and there is no danger of them eating black.
After all, how can those alien cats judge the value of human goods?
Thinking of this, the steward, Raul, stopped drinking, opened his mouth and yelled at the tavern owner to pay the fee to his account, regardless of whether he knew the tavern owner or not, and walked out of the tavern.
It can only be said that he is lucky, the tavern owner happened to go to the same red house with the manager Raul to relax last night, and recognized Raul, knowing that he is quite rich. So he didn't pursue it, waved his hand, and wrote down Raul's food and drink expenses in his notebook.
['Surplus Bean Pod' is in charge, unfamiliar, rich, on the night of X, X, owed seven coppers and six iron coins. 】