Mercenaries and Adventurers

On Kiel's side, he brought people to the 'Burning Grassland' tavern on the street in the center of the town again.

After half a day of fermentation, the news that a foreign businessman was killed in this tavern last night has spread, and Keel heard some local people standing on the side of the road talking about it.

However, the information that everyone knows is complicated and unclear. Compared with the news from Keir's side, it is a mess.

Basically, personal opinions and experiences are mixed in the process of news dissemination, and the results are completely different from the facts.

Speaking of the tavern, Keel thought that if something like this happened, the tavern's business would be bad, or it would be closed for the time being.

But to his surprise, there were quite a few people coming to drink on the first floor of the tavern.

At a glance, they are all elderly and rude men.

Seeing that Kiel came in with a clerk and two local soldiers, these people were not afraid, but stared at the four of them together.

The clerk, Ymor, was a little apprehensive, so he forced a smile and couldn't stop nodding to those around him who were looking at him. The two soldiers felt that something was wrong, put their hands on the handle of the weapon at their waist, approached Kiel, and whispered to Kiel, "Something is wrong, these people don't seem to be here to drink."

Keir glanced at the empty wooden wine glasses on the drinking table of those people, and retorted: "Why didn't they come here to drink? You see, they all drank a lot, didn't they?"

Gere was about to walk up to the bartender at the bar and ask where the tavernkeeper was.

A stout middle-aged man with a beard stained with turbid liquor stood in the way: "That's right! Young man, come and drink! Come and drink!"

The other party was talking drunk, but a pair of sly eyes stared at Keel.

"You can drink, but not now. I have something to do with the tavern owner, so I'll come over to have a drink with you after I finish talking."

Keel stretched out his hand to push away the guy who was blocking the way, and the other party leaned over and tried to block the way stubbornly, but Keel pushed hard, and the guy was pushed away.

"Boy! You spilled wine on your father and me!" As soon as the man was pushed away, the drinkers around booed him, making the man curse directly.

He raised the wooden cup with half a glass of wine in it and tried to pour it on Kiel's head, but Kiel just pushed his chest hard, and the man backed away tremblingly, holding the glass high. The son poured the wine on his head.

Kiel and some of the drinkers around laughed, but before some of the drinkers finished laughing and took advantage of the situation, Kiel pulled out a long sword from his waist and pointed it at everyone around him.

The blade of the long sword was entwined with white light, rising and shrinking with Kiel's breath, every drinker pointed at by it sat in a chair in a daze, and some people stood up halfway, Also had to get back on the chair.

"Don't make trouble for yourself. I'm not a local, I can kill you all here, and then leave the grass rat town and never come back."

Kiel said coldly, and then put the long sword back into the scabbard casually: "Your life is your own, don't waste it needlessly."

After speaking, he walked towards the bartender who was stunned. And the three people behind Kiel followed closely. Imor looked nervous. He was afraid that there would be a fight just now, while the two local soldiers looked at each other. Kiel dealt with these hooligans who seemed to be drinking, but still tried to prevent Kiel from using force to kill people in the town at will.

"Where's your boss? You can tell he's here by looking at him, let him come out."

Keel asked the bartender.

He saw the bartender preparing a weapon in the bar and holding it tightly, but facing Keir in armor, the bartender didn't really plan to do anything.

The bartender let go of his weapon, and pointed nervously at the downward stairs next to him.

It seems that the tavern owner is also in the wine cellar below, just like last time.

"You two wait here, I'll go down and ask that guy something." Keir explained to the two local soldiers, and then led the clerk down the stairs.

The two soldiers looked at the malicious and rude man in a tavern, back to back, and put their hands on the hilt of the sword, ready to fight at any time.

Seeing that the two soldiers were nervous about killing people, some people in the tavern who pretended to be drinking carefully hid the sticks and daggers they had prepared in advance. It's just a collection of money, so there's no need to go all out with real swords and guns.

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The stairs to the wine cellar are not very steep, on the contrary, they are wide and gentle for the purpose of carrying the barrels. This is convenient for manual handling, but the corresponding stairs have to be lengthened.

So after going down the stairs leading to the wine cellar, it turned to the right again, still sticking to the edge of the tavern building, and walked a few steps before reaching the end.

The bottom is naturally quite dark, so each aisle has a dedicated lampstand with a fire-resistant oil lamp.

The sound of Keel and the clerk coming down the stairs naturally disturbed the people below. After turning the stairs, Keel looked down and saw that the owner of the tavern, Scar Parry, was sitting with two men about his age. Drinking wine in the middle of the wine cellar.

The wine cellar is roughly a square space, surrounded by large and small wine barrels, and in the middle are some shelves, where some grains that can be stored for a long time are also placed here.

In the middle is a small open space, where a table and a few wooden chairs are set up, and three people are sitting talking and drinking at this time.

Kiel saw them, and the three people in the wine cellar naturally heard the sound of the two of them walking down.

"What's going on? Didn't I say that I won't see anyone today? Drive away everyone who is looking for me! Drive away!"

Scar Parry, who was a little drunk, took advantage of the insufficient light, looked at the two of them slightly, and then opened his mouth to yell.

The other two noticed Kiel in armor, and knew that this person was not their subordinate, nor was he a member of Scar Parry, so they paid attention and paid attention.

Keel smiled.

"Ha, I'm just talking to you, there's no need to do this, isn't it a good morning?"

Hearing that the words were wrong, Scar Parry looked at Kiel carefully, and only then could he see who Kiel was walking over.

He looked at the other two at the same table complainingly: "Didn't you let your people block it outside? Why did you let him come down like this?" Slap, he slapped himself on the face, borrowing the pain Sober up: "I really don't want to see anyone, and I don't want to say anything."

Keel heard him talking to himself, and immediately said loudly: "It seems that you really know something? That's why I came here again."

Seeing Kiel striding over, one of the other two squinted his eyes and said, "Don't worry, old brother. You are in a hurry today, and my good hands are not here. Wait until tomorrow, when they come tomorrow, no matter what!" Whoever it is, no one can make you unhappy."

The other also said: "That's right, my people are all out of town, and the best players will be back in two days. They are all called to support you."

Kiel smiled: "Yes, then I came here in time today. If it comes tomorrow, it may be difficult to see you?"

The old Scar Parry took a deep breath, stabilized his emotions, sat on the chair and pointed to the side: "Would you like to come over for a drink?"

Keir glanced at the other two: "It's just what I want."

After finishing speaking, he kicked a wooden box from the sundries nearby, and then sat on it by himself.

The clerk Yi Moore shrank himself to the side and stood in a dark place, took out the book and started writing immediately, recording the situation just now in detail.

Scar Parry and the others couldn't understand what Imol was doing, so they didn't care. The three of them all stared at Keir, and no one spoke.

After Keir sat down, he took the initiative to pour himself a glass of light and high-quality ale from the wine glass turned upside down on the table.

"Hey! The barrel of wine hasn't been opened yet! Are you going to open it now?"

Scar Parry yelled, but Keir went his own way, knowing that when dealing with this kind of guy, he couldn't follow the other party's way, so he went his own way, drinking a glass of good light ale first.

Gollum, gollum, gollum, gollum.

After taking a few sips of refreshing ale, Keir put down his glass: "Who are these two?"

"You don't need to know, it's none of your business." Scar Parry said first, and then blinked at his old horse brother.

The other two understood the meaning, so they didn't have their own registration numbers or anything.

"Yes, let's get back to the point. Scar Parry, from what you said just now, you should know something, right? Why didn't you say it in the morning?"

Scar Parry took a sip of the spirit he was drinking, squinted his eyes and said to Kiel: "My mouth, whatever it wants to say, it will say whatever it wants."

"Afraid of offending someone you shouldn't? Or an organization?"

"Nonsense! Nothing!"

"Haha." Keir smiled, and he pointed at the other two old guys at the same table: "So you're bringing other people into it? What do you think you can stop? Oh, I'm not kidding you two, I said It's the truth."

The other two at the same table were full of anger, and they all looked at Keel, a young man who was less than twenty years old, with unfriendly expressions.

If it weren't for the young man's smell of blood like theirs, these two guys who have not done business in vain would have called for someone to come down and cut Kiel down.

"Looks like you know something, and I, from other places, probably know what happened last night. To be honest, I don't think you can stop those guys who operate in the dark here. Rude thugs can't keep Your wealth and your life. So, you don't think you should provoke them, but when you think about it, people died in your tavern, and this matter can't get you out of this matter."

Keel took another sip of his ale.

"We are different. The army I am in is about to go to the south to fight. There is no place for those people to play. So I am not afraid to provoke them. Look, tell me what you know. I will bring people to the local area. Make a big fuss, let those guys improve their memory, and then even if there is revenge later, you can completely cover the matter on my head."

"Nobody's going to bother you."

Kiel finally said this.

He had already known from the algae head Parian before, who is the organization that can do this kind of thing in Grass Rat Town recently.

Thieves Guild.

A large multinational professional organization. An organization that specializes in theft, lending, violent collection of money, grave robbery, selling information, and occasionally doing more nefarious things on large cities and trade routes.

Lawlessness, a huge organization where people exist and they exist.

Of course, there are naturally disadvantages of large-scale organizations. Just like the huge creatures in the story, the little things that happen in a small place are too common to be noticed by the upper echelons of the organization.

Ever since Keel knew who did it, he reversed the fearful reaction of Scar Parry and Shuizatou, knowing that this kind of organization parasitic on the dark side of society can't handle their conscripted Kendall army.

Seeing Keir's confident expression and his promise not to trouble him later, Scar Parry hesitated.

For safety, he confirmed again: "Are you sure you know who it is?"

"Do you want me to name them? Well, is it the Thieves Guild?"

Hearing that Keir uttered the name that was very oppressive to them merchants and business people, Scar Parry breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that you know, that's good, it's not that I'm really afraid of them, These two old brothers and I were also people who did some great things when we were young, so we were not afraid of them."

Indeed, although the other two next to them didn't know how they were involved with the Thieves Guild, they didn't show any expressions on their faces.

They are indeed not afraid, after all, what they are doing is not doing business in the town, but a business that makes money on the knife's edge. I rarely deal with these people, even if I heard about them, I don't think much of them.

On the contrary, Scar Palina, who runs a tavern and does business, has nothing to do with them.

"It's just, you know. My tavern is open for business. They really want to do something. I can't stop it anyway. It's the same as before."

"Before? It seems that this is not the first time you have dealt with them?" Keel took a sip of his wine and continued.

"Of course, those people came to our Grass Rat Town a year ago. As you know, I opened a tavern, and the news was the most well-informed. At first, there was a sudden chaos in the poor shacks, and then it was the homes of the wealthy residents in the town. Lost valuables. Where can those useless vigilantes find lost things and thieves?"

"So I raised my vigilance at that time. I paid special attention to the news in this area. Sure enough, as I expected, a gang called the Yisi Blade Gang surfaced."

"Iss Knife Gang." Keir was a little puzzled, but he didn't put his doubts on the surface.

"Yes, I heard that the leader's name is Ice, so I call it this. But I know, this is just an outlying subordinate organization of the Thieves Guild." Scar Parry said.

Next to them, the other two old fellows also looked stunned: "No wonder, I still wondered that recently when recruiting people in the shack, no young people are willing to come out to ask for a living immediately. It turned out that they all went to seek refuge with those thieves, huh huh, It seems that young people would rather steal things than ride horses and gallop across the land."

After speaking, the two shook their heads, looked regretful, and gulped down the spirits.

Only then did Keil notice that the three of Scar Parry were drinking the famous spirits of this tavern. He sniffed it, and the strong wine smelled like grain, which seemed to be pretty good.

However, Knight Crowe has already explained that in the future, you can drink some wine and ale, but you can't drink spirits, because it will affect the performance of the knight's ability. The more powerful moves require more precise skills, and spirits will destroy People's balance, it is best not to drink.

So Keel then took another gulp of ale.

"I got the news in advance, so I packed up the valuables in the store and put them outside." He looked around: "Just keep these drinks, they can't steal them."

That's what he said, but he looked unhappy: "But my plan to do something in advance was noticed by those who stole things."

He didn't seem to be in a good mood, and he confessed after taking a sip of wine: "I was laid out. Those guys found my deposits in other places and the place where I put valuables. One morning, when I came together, I found that my face was slapped. A note was pasted, which recorded where the things were stored."

"They gave me two options, either obediently turn a blind eye to their activities, or close an eye, and provide a safe house for their activities." He pointed upwards: "It is the room on the second floor of my tavern. "

He then said: "Or, they don't bother me anymore, but I have to say goodbye to the wealth I have accumulated in my life. Or even say goodbye."

Scar Parry smiled wryly: "You don't need to guess, you all know what I chose."

The old brother of Scar Parry looked at him angrily: "You have become weak, Parry. You should inform us, and the brothers will seek justice for you!"

"I know, but what about the consequences? That's the Thieves Guild! They'll steal everything from us! Money! Houses! Business! People! Even your clothes! There's nothing they can't get their hands on! Don't say that no one knows about your remote lair~www.readwn.com~ Once you use it as a bait for a trap, you can expose your lair! Then they will remove everything in your lair! Nothing will happen Leave."

The two old brothers glanced at each other and stopped talking.

Obviously also frightened by Scar Parry's words.

Keel chuckled.

"Ah."

Scar Parry squinted his eyes and looked over: "What? Look down on my choice?"

Kiel waved his hand: "No, no. I just have a question, why didn't you inform the local knight lord of this news?"

Scar Parry looked strange: "Lord? Uh, yes, no. My identity is not suitable."

Seeing him squeaking, Keir laughed: "So, a chance to get rid of them has appeared, right? There are probably a lot of similar things done by the Yisi Knife Gang? Your identity is not suitable, It is not easy to contact the lord to eradicate them. Or, you and other merchants are also worried that the lord will not dare to do anything to this group of people?"

Kiel recalled the appearance of the local Rusvis-Anvina knight.

That is a middle-aged man who loves to fight for a living. From just two meetings, Kiel can feel how depressed this powerful knight, who is far away from the disputes on the battlefield, is now in his mansion every day. Can rely on eating to relieve boredom.

"You don't know your lord. If he knows about this, his reaction may be beyond your expectations."

Keir smiled mysteriously, and then said: "Tell me, you have dealt with them, where is their lair? How many people are there? How strong is it? Who is the leader? Who killed our Kendal businessman?"