Chapter 232： Pub Queen Amber

To be honest, when Gao Wenyi began to think about building an intelligence network based on middle and lower-level people, the first thing that came to mind was not the thugs, thieves and gangsters who were slums and alleys, but the ones that the Byron Knights knew. Mercenary friend.

The Byron Knight was a half-way monk. In the early years, he was a small and famous mercenary leader active in the southern region. He had a small team and a fairly wide road. This is known by Gao Wen, and he also knows The opportunity for the Byron Cavaliers to swear allegiance to the Cecil family was a major setback in his mercenary career. It is said that he lost all his subordinates in that setback and he was almost killed, if not for the former generation Cecil. Help, his life has long been no longer guaranteed that he is no longer a mercenary, but with his personal strength and years of loyal service to obtain aristocratic status, become a knight, but his doors have not disappeared.

It is better to say that it is precisely because a mercenary has accidentally entered the circle of nobility. The Byron Knight has become more popular in the mercenary community. No one will refuse the opportunity to get in touch with the nobility, even if it is again. The declining aristocratic family is also a big gold lord for mercenaries who are in urgent need of business.

Gao Wen’s actions in the South have borrowed the mercenary gates of Byron’s knights, including the spread of news, the recruitment of refugees, and the attraction of business travellers, but the shadows of those mercenaries, but in the construction of the intelligence network, Gao Wen In the end, I chose to let Amber contact her "fox friends".

He is considered in many ways: first, from the loyalty, mercenaries and slums can be said to be half-pounded, their loyalty is based on money, compared to the loyalty of the gangsters even more To be cheaper; secondly, from the level of well-informed, mercenaries are no more than those "gutter mice", the latter are mixed in the bottom of society, they need to be more intelligent to survive, and they are themselves a source of intelligence for many mercenaries; The mercenaries have a very unreliable place, that is, the best of them are almost inextricably linked with the nobility, and some veteran mercenaries have even become secrets and shadows of some nobles. The hawks that can become secretly supported by the nobility are themselves the targets of many mercenaries, and the opposite slums are confusing... they can't enter the eyes of the nobles, they are all "independent bodies."

For Gao Wen, who needs to build a "clean" team, those who do not belong to any force are obviously more in line with his requirements.

As for the ability, discipline, obedience, loyalty, etc. of those people, they can be cultivated slowly. The Byron Knight is an obvious example. He used to be a mercenary leader who could not walk in the gray area, but now it is not Integrity... Oh no, honest... Oh no, just... Didn’t it become a business savvy?

Gao Wen doesn't know what Amber's past is. He is not a person who likes to inquire about other people's private affairs. He only knows that this half-elf thief is not a strong fighter, but he is a full-fledged Shadow Master. She used to be in Old Cecil. The collar was covered by the gully, but except for the final drill into the Cecil family grave and was caught on the spot, there was never much movement, but he and Pittman talked for a while three days ago. It turned out that it was just a funny amber. It used to be a life that had stirred up the wind and rain.

In other words, she was living a rogue life before Cecil’s fixed crime...

After learning this, he did not hesitate to confuse this day in the territory, doing nothing and messing around with a large amount of half-elf thrown out, let her do the work of the lord as a guard.

Leslie, the other town in the north of Tanzan Town, the "black whistle" pub is brightly lit, and the gangsters, thugs, thieves and scammers are opening a new round of all-night booze in the pocket. Before the arrival of silver coins and copper plates, their booze is always day after day.

On the face of an ugly scared tavern owner, "Eye Face Anton" sat behind the pitted bar, casually wiping the cup in his hand with a dirty rag, but his eyes were not lax in the screaming villains and The rogues swept around, and he didn't mind if someone was drinking in his pub, or even if they didn't mind the things that were smashed when they were fighting, but if someone drank the wine and didn't pay for it, then He is very mindful.

The pub is filled with an unpleasant smell, inferior and cheap wine, moldy wood and corners, and the smell of sweat that has not been bathed for a long time, so that the environment here is extremely bad, but no one is willing to leave this place here at least Warm, always stronger than the snow and ice outside.

Two more drunken people rushed up and smashed each other into a ball. Anton gestured with his eyes, and immediately two strong men came forward and overturned the two drunks who made trouble. Drag them to the corner to let them go.

This is the daily routine of these sulcus mice.

They are the "rich households" in the slums, the dregs and reptiles in the eyes of the nobles, the intelligence traffickers in the eyes of the mercenaries, the "badsters" in the eyes of the honest civilians. Most of them have the ability to press the bottom of the box. For example, the sneak technique of half a bucket of water, the trick of one or two hand tricks, the brute force of a natural one, or just the brain is flexible enough, the mouth can fool people to death, and with this ability to press the bottom of the box, they can pass by The mercenary or trader has a relationship, relying on the abduction or selling intelligence to survive.

But these people never accumulate money, even though each of their "businesses" can earn more money than the poor people’s income for half a year, but they will always spend the money quickly, because they often The soldiers are dealing with each other and they are not seen by the lord. They are very clear about one thing: life is impermanent, and they are happy in time. If you don’t know when to buy your intelligence, the mercenary will eat it at a loss. When you come back, you will cut you. It’s the same to vent your anger even if your intelligence is true.

The lord will not protect them in this situation.

So they are happy in time, in this cheap, dirty, tavern that no one wants to visit except for the sulky mouse, every time they make a big day, and if one day they find that there is one less drinker in the pub. When the person did not appear in the town, they would make a loud sneer and shouted: "Hey, another poor guy!"

The cup in the face of Anton’s hand was thrown under the bar. He counted the people in the pub and turned to ask the man next to him: “Why didn’t the old nephew come?”

The man shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't come in two days. I heard that it was hacked to death."

His face was frowning, and the ugly facial features shook a bit more ugly, but he did not speak. A short figure in a cloak suddenly approached the bar, and several copper plates fell in front of him, from the cloak. Below is the female voice that is depressing: "Rye."

When did this person appear? !

His face was shaken in the heart of Anton. He clearly knew everyone who came to this pub, and he himself was also a half-stalker "stalker" who knew some shadow skills, but the stranger appeared quietly in front of him. In front of the bar, he and his buddy did not remember how this person appeared!

But the horror was horrified, and he was still stunned with a glass of inferior rye. When he handed the glass over, he sneaked it under the hood, only to find that there was only a shadow that could not be opened. .

Pretend to be a ghost.

Anton raised some vigilance and quietly signaled the buddy to confirm the movement outside the gate, but the buddy had just stepped forward, and the man in the cloak slammed all the ale that he drank, and it was really moving. It’s big enough, it’s like being afraid of people’s attention. After she spit it out, she slammed the cup on the bar: “You used to drink wine with water. Now it’s time to start mixing in the water, right? Believe it or not, I married you this place!"

The people in the pub seemed to be arrogant, but everyone was stunned. For a moment, almost everyone noticed the movement next to the bar, and they became aware of the "rules" and immediately realized that someone was doing something. It is.

The next thing happened in an instant: all the people close to the bar almost disappeared into the distance, everyone picked up their own cups and food and found the best place to watch the movie. The scammers started nearby. The gambling is on the table, and the thieves are hurrying to find out who can start.

Anton slowly threw the rag and the cup in his hand aside, slightly moving his shoulders, but his heart was relieved: it was just a slap in the face, so it would be much easier.

The fist will teach this kind of unintelligible guy how to behave.

The short figure in front of him wearing a cloak lifted his hand and pulled down the hood that originally covered the face. The face of a half-elf was revealed.

Anton looked at the face, raised his arm and let his chest muscles bulge, and the sly face showed an ugly smile: "Big sister, I will show you a broken chest and you can't see..."

The pub is preparing to watch the lively people: "..."

Amber stunned the bald ugly man: "...mother, why are you shameless than before?!"

"After finishing the muscles, I found out that the other party should not be able to recognize it. It seems that it is not so embarrassing. But you talked about it with us in the past," the smile on Anton’s face became more brilliant or more difficult to look at. Head! Really you! Where have you been in these years?!"

The people in the pub seemed to finally reflect from the stagnation, and the whispers began to sound from all directions. Some of them clearly recognized who was standing in front of the bar, and some of them were shocked. With surprises, some with awe, but without exception, they quickly became excited and excited, and the rest of the people were obviously confused. They began to whisper and asked the person next to them. What happened to the half-elves that emerged? These people are mostly newcomers who have been active here in the last two years.

Amber's pointed ears shook, and turned his head like a smile: "There are a lot of new people, almost half of them don't know me."

Anton whispered aside: "You have been away here for several years..."

"Alright, let the newcomers know each other," Amber yawned and raised his hand to make a snap. "It’s all awake! Bunny scorpions!"