Mercenaries and Adventurers

From the time he had a little contact with the manager of the Stall-Scott Senior Chamber of Commerce before, Keir felt that this person was a guy who did not follow the rules.

The frivolous words and actions, the powerful chamber of commerce behind the tough, and the current chaotic situation in the southern provinces, the metal forging business activities mainly operated by the "Burning Furnace" chamber of commerce are booming and important.

For other chambers of commerce, this current situation is probably quite difficult. But for the Burning Furnace Chamber of Commerce, it is obviously time to vigorously develop it.

So this Mr. Scott, in the face of chances, not so legitimate ones, was obviously daring.

Because things that may be serious to others are not so sensitive and dangerous to this person.

Keir's second request before was actually paving the way for the third request.

As an important trade node on the east side of the inter-provincial trade route in the west, it is obviously impossible that there is no place to deal with black goods here. Sure enough, facing Kiel's request, Scott immediately invited Kiel to enter the "dark side" part of Dorne Town, regardless of Kiel's knight status.

Since places like the black market can invite Keir to go there, then doing something that won’t please the local church, but obviously Keir put it at the end said that the most important thing, Scott, will also try Give it a try.

"Nevertheless."

Mr. Scott continued his previous remarks.

"Even so, you have to promise me that those things you intend to do will not appear in Dorne Town."

Keir raised his glass: "Of course, I swear on my heart, how?"

"Very good. I'll go back and ask someone to prepare people and things. We'll bring them to you after we visit the underground black market tomorrow. I won't interfere with what you want them to do. Therefore, what I get in return must not be paid by money. "

Scott was pacing on the terrace, seeming to have adjusted a suitable angle. He raised his wine glass, allowing the light from the banquet hall to reflect through the surface of the golden wine glass on his palm.

The reflected golden light just reflected on Kiel's face.

But Keir just squinted his eyes a little, feeling a little dazzled, and had no other reaction.

This makes Scott a little regretful. This is a trick he learned from the big shots before to enhance the momentum of the conversation. It's just that I tried all kinds of Bailing before, but it didn't work today.

"Monster Rider." He muttered under his breath.

"So, what do you want me to do?" Gere asked, leaning against the patio rock fence.

"Hehe, it's a favor, but it's not used now, how about it?"

Keir thought about it for a while, and felt that a favor that he didn't know would be used in the future was quite worthwhile in exchange for a chance to reduce the hidden troubles in his body.

"Okay, I'll give you a token tomorrow. In the future, as long as someone comes to me with the token, I'll help him out. Well, anything is fine."

This sentence is all right, which seems to suit Mr. Scott's appetite, and he immediately laughed: "Very well, but I'm just a businessman, and I won't let you do anything embarrassing."

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

Wine glasses clink and both smirking guys are satisfied.

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At this time, the third piece of music was also over, and the banquet guests who were tired from dancing all sat down to rest, and it seemed that in order to compete for the right to dance with the fourth piece of the popular bard, the two of them reached the middle-aged The ladies had an argument.

As the owner of the banquet hall, Mr. Ottosfetten had to interrupt the process of seeking advice from Mr. Puntolisa and went to mediate the dispute.

Keir and Scott also walked out of the terrace and returned to the main seat of the banquet hall. They had a drink with Mr. Puntolisa.

"Huh, our little genius is really difficult to deal with. What happened so long ago has to be carefully recalled and dictated by me."

Old Mr. Puntolisa spit out, and took another sip of wine like a mouthwash.

He shook his head and couldn't stop saying: "I feel like I've finished talking for a few days, woohoo, it seems like I've been short-lived for a few days."

Mr. Scott smiled: "He likes to be curious about the story of your youth. Such a feat is worth writing a poem about."

The old man smiled and looked at the bard who was in a dilemma: "Our bard probably doesn't have time to write poems, heh, he spends all his time pleasing rich women, if he is not good-looking , his reputation has long been overshadowed by other more talented bards."

"Sooner or later."

Keel added.

"Yes, young knight, it will be a matter of time. I think you have a good talk with Scott and Deripari. What are you talking about?"

It's very interesting that this senior manager of the 'Golden Scythe' Chamber of Commerce does not intend to have any contact, understanding or transaction with Kiel, a foreign knight with hundreds of people under his command.

Thinking of this, Keir even looked at Mr. Scott in a tacit understanding. The two seemed to realize at the same time that this old guy is probably setting up a trick tonight, and the target is the senior of the "Fortune & Treasure House" Steward - Otto Sfitten.

Maybe it's not for me, but for the 'Treasure House' chamber of commerce, which is also one of the joint chambers of commerce.

But Kere wasn't interested, and Mr. Scott's reaction after he figured it out was very interesting, and he even sat back in his chair.

Obviously he didn't want to get involved in this matter.

Because although the "Burning Furnace" Chamber of Commerce has reaped great benefits in the chaotic situation caused by the war, as the main personnel of the Chamber of Commerce have been taken away by caravans traveling far away, there are actually no reliable and available people under him. not much.

Whatever Puntorissa was up to, he didn't want to get involved.

"Oh, I was on the terrace just now and smelled a **** smell, so I asked Mr. Deripari where the **** smell came from. He told me that it was a fighting arena where the poor in the town gambled?"

The old businessman smiled: "Oh, this, that's a place managed by one of my subordinates. Why, Knight Kiel, are you interested in going over to take a look? Although I believe you will definitely be disappointed in that place."

"That's right, it's all just farmers' fighting tricks. Where is there anything to see? If you want to see it, you can go to Monta Valley City, or the nearby largest city, Borisfa, where there is a regular Colosseum. There will be performances by trained and regular fighters, as well as beasts and monsters! Guaranteed to satisfy you."

Mr. Scott obviously looked down on this thing in Dorn Town, but his words made Mr. Puntorissa a little dissatisfied.

"Little Scott, why is my place a farmer's trick? If you want to talk about ferocious beasts and monsters, I also have them there. Although there are relatively few, goblins are also monsters! Jackals and plain wolves are also ferocious beasts, right? Not to mention Said that I recently received a new group of long-haired bobcat orcs who volunteered, although they are a bit small, they are quite good at dealing with wild beasts."

"As for regular fighters, poof, little Scott, don't you know that those people are more about performance than fighting skills? They even manipulate the game in the Colosseum, so as to make money for the croupiers behind. Take a lot of money, huh, it's better than the actors in the theater in the city."

"Although my place is a bit small, the people who participated were all debtors who couldn't afford a single iron coin. Those people wanted to get rid of all their debts in one battle, but they fought very bravely!"

Mr. Puntolisa was still refuting at first, but later he was quite proud.

However, Mr. Scott obviously couldn't argue back, so he had to raise his glass and admit defeat: "Okay, old man, let me admit defeat, take back what I said before, the gambling arena under your hand is **** and cruel, and it is indeed better than the city. The Colosseum inside. Knight of Kiel, these soft spring songs and dances are over, let's go to the old man's place to see? How many games should we watch?"

Keir had this idea before, so as soon as Scott said this, he immediately agreed: "Okay, I'm full, let's walk around and digest the food."

"Then just don't go over there and throw up all over the place."

Mr. Scott made a joke.

But this tall and thin middle-aged businessman didn't know that Kiel, who had killed hundreds of people so far, was not wearing a banquet attire and looking young and immature.

Mr. Puntolisa said: "In this case, let's wait for Olier and Ottosfetten to come and join us, and go around together. Here, let's leave it to young people who still want to dance and have fun."

His words made Mr. Scott laugh again: "Old man, these slow dances and music are more suitable for us people, right? For the young Kiel knight, he must have been bored long ago, right?" ?”

"No, no, where is there? This is my first time in the southern province. I am very satisfied to see your banquet here, especially this very good banquet hall and the fragrance of flowers in spring. If I groan Poet, maybe you can write two poems or something when you go back tonight."

Kyle said with a smile.

At this time, Mr. Ottosfetten, who had finished mediating the dispute, walked over in small steps: "I heard that someone is praising my banquet hall? How about it, friends, although it is a bit simple, how about the banquet tonight? I will arrange it later Who is interested in participating in a chess game where you want to compete intellectually? The chess players are not limited to men and women, and the winner can get the right to use an auxiliary hall here for a few days. Family gatherings, trade negotiations, the third-floor The sub halls are very suitable.”

Mr. Scott interrupted Mr. Ottosfetten's smugness: "Oh, my friend, it is a pity that we have decided to wait a while to play in the gambling ring of old Puntolisa, our distinguished new guest, Young Kiel knight, he obviously prefers things with blood."

"Yes, what a pity."

Apparently, Herr Ottosfetten, who had a good background and was more intellectually superior, did not expect this.

He coughed lightly: "Although the road is a bit far away, I'll accompany you, let's go together. It just so happens that I still have some questions that Mr. Bantorissa can help me answer."

Both Scott and Mr. Puntorissa rolled their eyes, because the gambling arena is on the other side of the wall of the banquet restaurant. Although it takes some detours, the distance is only tens of meters, which can also be called a road Is it far?

And Mr. Puntolisa also has some regrets, because the story he told was not fabricated, but something he really experienced when he was young. The terrible thing is this, if it is a fabricated story, he can still fabricate something at will based on his rich life experience, but the real story, the details are not easy to fabricate, because there are many things that he remembers vaguely Probably.

Being interrogated in detail tonight, it took him a lot of effort to recall his memory.

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After a while, Mr. "Dry Olier" walked up again after sending his little daughter home.

Seeing his friends gathered together, he approached and said, "What are you talking about? What are the arrangements after the banquet?"

"Don't ask, just follow along."

said Mr. Scott loudly, patting Mr. Flat Olier on the shoulder.

Mr. Ottosfetten explained the procedures and activities after the banquet to the deputy of the banquet hall, who is also the steward of the "Treasure House" Chamber of Commerce, and then brought people to follow.

At this time, Keir and the others had already bypassed the banquet hall area and walked downstairs.

When they came downstairs, the folks here naturally brought their respective horses over. This is mainly to consider the body of Mr. Ottosfetten, so at this distance, everyone rides over.

Interestingly, Mr. Ottosfetten rode a rare pony, a southern hill horse that looks like a donkey. Although it cannot be used for fighting, it is very stable and safe for short-distance riding. .

After all, a low horse that only reaches the height of a person's shoulders can't throw a person down.

Other merchants rode more docile prairie mares. Compared with Kiel's tall blood lick, although it was a little worse, it was not too bad.

However, it seemed that the blood licking grass had bullied other horses in the stable before, but now the horses that were brought over were all a little distance away from the blood licking grass, and they didn't want to get too close.

Keel saw the fear of the other horses, so he smoothed the blood lick's facial hair vigorously, and criticized it a little. But this guy obviously didn't take it seriously, holding his head high, smiling and showing his teeth, with a smug look.

After everyone mounted their horses, several other merchants' entourage and guards followed on foot. On the quiet street, the momentum is overwhelming.

However, everyone just walked out of the street leading directly to the banquet restaurant in the center of the town, and turned into the road next to the street in the slums. The strong smell and the caked mud on the ground all brought a very bad feeling. share experience.

"Fortunately, we rode horses, but the smell is still so bad. It's difficult for the people here to walk two extra steps every day to dump excrement and garbage into the river outside the town???"

Ottosfetten covered his nose, as if he regretted following him.

But the ones who are most dissatisfied with this are the buddies and guards who follow behind everyone. These guys walking on the street are fortunately wearing merchant boots and leather boots at this moment, otherwise some suspicious ground substances will have a close encounter with their feet.

Maybe it is possible to contract some strange disease for this reason.

Mr. Puntorissa smiled and said nothing. The fees that the chambers of commerce jointly invest in each area of ​​the town every quarter are discussed by the various chambers of commerce.

Obviously Ottosfetten signed his name on the use of spring fees, complaining about this at this time, does he have the face?

However, the old businessman overestimated the patience of Mr. Ottosfetten, who was well-trained since he was a child. This young successful businessman in his twenties, this is the first time in his life that he is so close to such a dirty street.

Everyone else smiled and said nothing.

Fortunately, the destination was very close. They walked less than 50 meters on the street covered with a layer of feces and garbage, and they came to the gate of the grave-like gambling arena.

As Kiel saw from afar during the day, this building is made of rock. Since Dorne Town is close to the north and south mountain ranges on the west side, the cost of mining and building rock buildings here is not very high. In this way, a building A solid building with the same defensive power as a rock fortress can appear in the surrounding chaotic wooden buildings.

Stand out from the crowd.

At night, the streets of the slums in Dorn Town are empty, not only is there no lighting (the cost of night lighting is not affordable by the poor), but also in the dark corners, there are always these small voices, which seem to have What kind of small animals haunt there, taking advantage of the night to enjoy various by-products of human life, feasting on them.

At this time, the only light source on this street is the two braziers erected at the gate of this rock building.

The door was wide open, and in the dimly lit inner passage of the building, there was a lot of voices and extremely noisy.

Two fat thugs with big arms and round waists were standing in the dark place inside the gate with their chests folded. When they heard the sound of horseshoes and footsteps coming from the gate, they walked out to check.

Of course, these thugs at the gate knew Mr. Puntolisa who rode ahead on horseback. After all, the direct manager of this place was just one of Mr. Pontolisa's subordinates.

Seeing that the two thugs at the door knew him and had already knelt on the ground with one leg respectfully at this time, Mr. Puntolisa waved his hand and asked the deputy who followed him to go up and explain.

The deputy steward, who was in a bad mood because of walking, stepped forward and said, "Let Rosa, who is in charge of this place, come out to greet you~www.readwn.com~ Mr. Bantolisa and the other senior stewards of the United Chamber of Commerce will join us tonight Accompany the knight Joe Kiel as a guest to watch and have fun. Let him come out to receive him, and bring out the best viewing platform and service here."

The two thugs looked at each other after hearing this, and one of them got up immediately, and then ran to the inside of the gambling arena. The other hurriedly called to his companions who were resting in another hidden small room inside the gate, and asked them all to come out to help guard the horses of these big men.

Fearing that these people would be rude, Keel jumped off his horse and tied the reins of blood licking grass to the few stone horse posts at the entrance of the building.

The others also dismounted with the support of their subordinates. Among them, Mr. Ottosfetten had the most difficulty dismounting, and he needed two people to support him, otherwise he would not even be able to dismount safely because he was weak.

Even if he himself rode a low Southern Downs horse.

After everyone gathered at the entrance of the building, and scraped off the suspicious rancid mud on the soles of the shoes on the stone steps at the entrance. Local administrators were late in arriving.

Before the person arrived, the sharp voice came through the low and narrow stone passage first.

"Mr. Puntolisa, Mr. Puntolisa! It's great that you can come to watch the fighting show! I prepared the best viewing platform here for you, as well as maids and fruits! I brought the drinks My own treasure!"

Illuminated by the rare oil lamps on both sides of the stone passage, Keel saw a round, low figure 'rolling' out from the corner of the passage.

If it weren't for the thing talking in a high voice, Keel would even wonder if the barrel had turned into a spirit, as if being rolled over by someone close to the ground.