Proof of the Sun King

Dusk Street is not a high-end business district in Marienburg. On the contrary, it is a place where many mercenaries and businessmen like to linger. Here, you can drink the cheapest barley wine for three copper coins. Many workers are off work. I also like to come here for a drink before going home.

It was late at night, and the originally dense flow of people also seemed deserted. There were still many people on the street, but it was no longer crowded.

Ryan walked step by step in the street. He could feel that many people on the street were whispering because he was neat and tidy. The street was very dim, with only faint candlelight and magic lights. Many special professionals were hiding in the dark. See you. When Ryan appeared, many people started to act.

The first person to come up was an old man. He approached tremblingly and stretched out his hand towards Ryan: "Sir, please help me, I haven't eaten for three days!"

"It's nothing to do with me if you haven't eaten for a few days, get out of the way, or don't blame me for being ruthless." Ryan said with narrowed eyes.

"Please don't do this, please don't bully an old man, this gentleman... oops, my legs are not very convenient..." The old man kept leaning on Ryan, and then he seemed to be unstable because of his old age and frailty. Pounced on Ryan.

On the street corner, two young and strong young men are ready.

If the old man collided with Ryan and Ryan reached out to help him, then they would appear as good-hearted people, swarmed up, and took the opportunity to help the old man steal from Ryan.

If Ryan blocks or dodges, the two boys will use this as a reason to pull and stop Ryan from "bullying the old man", and then take the opportunity to pickpocket.

It would be better if Ryan dared to do it. They would call the patrolling guards as soon as possible, and then act as a "witness" to accuse Ryan of bullying the old man. At the same time, they negotiated privately and took the opportunity to blackmail.

However, what happened next was beyond what the two of them expected. In between, Ryan sneered, reached out and took off the wig on the old man's head, then grabbed the old man and threw it away. The old man disappeared in the stunned eyes of the two young men. In the black night sky, I have no idea where it was thrown.

"Ahhhh!" Only the screams in the air remained.

"Hahahaha!" There were laughter from various practitioners in the middle of the street. Obviously, this young man is very skilled and not easy to mess with, and he seems to be proficient in this kind of dark corners, so the thieves He quickly took his attention away from him and began to think about the next good target.

A pedestrian on the street was stopped by Ryan: "Mr. Fake? Why are you here?"

"Ah! God, it's you!" Fake, who was holding a large plate of toast and roasted meat, was so frightened that he almost threw it away: "What wind brought you to such a place?"

"What are you doing?" Ryan saw that no one was paying attention, so he smiled and patted Fake on the shoulder.

"The boss is drinking in the bar in front, and he asked me to come over to buy some supper." Fake explained quickly.

"Interesting~ Lead the way, I also want to go to the bar to see!" Ryan thought it was just right, so he motioned Fake to lead the way.

"When...of course!" Without saying a word, the guard immediately took Ryan to open the door of a tavern.

The name of the tavern is Slug Tavern. The black rotten wooden sign has been wiped clean. A large slug logo and a line of small print indicate that this is a bar.

The lights in the bar are very dim, there are only simple candles and whispering voices. There are not many people in the bar. Most of the guests are chatting with the strong bartender on the bar, telling the story. The misery of life.

Under the leadership of Fake, Ryan found Oliver drinking alone in the corner: "Mr. Oliver?"

In the corner of the bar, the Imperial Merchant was sitting alone in a cubicle. There was a candle on the large table, illuminating the plump, round face of the Imperial Merchant. Two glasses of cider were placed on the sturdy wooden table. and pear wine.

"Mr. Oliver? We meet again!" Ryan appeared in front of the imperial merchant, and then made a booing gesture towards the surprised imperial merchant: "Low-key, low-key."

"Lay...Mr. Lane?" Oliver was surprised at why Lane appeared here, but the imperial businessman soon realized that Lane didn't want to reveal his identity, so he didn't want so much: "Have a drink? I'll treat you."

"Okay, let's have an apple bar!" Ryan said to the waiter, and then took out a silver coin. The waiter took the silver coin and walked away, and soon brought three glasses of apple cider, and then he didn't ask for any money.

"Pfft, there is such a thing?" Ryan stared at the three glasses of cider in front of him for a while, while Oliver laughed: "Forgot to tell you, Mr. Ryan, in this kind of place, as long as you don't say it carefully, the waiter They don’t give change, and how much you pay out means how much you buy, and these greedy shopkeepers won’t spit out any coin in or out of their pockets.”

"Okay." Ryan raised his glass: "Cheers to our health!"

"Cheers to our purse!" Oliver also held up the wooden blackjack.

After a few glasses of wine, served with freshly baked bread and grilled meat, the two men quickly chatted.

Unlike the complacent he was at the city hall before, Oliver's face is decadent and his mood is very bad. After chatting, he found out that Oliver had just left the banquet, and the family members of his guards took the opportunity to block the entrance of the city hall. The merchants of the empire asked him for a large pension. The merchants in Marienburg had the most credit. Oliver had no choice but to give it. This large pension almost emptied every gold coin on Oliver's body.

"Heavy loss, Mr. Lane, you know, I lost a lot on this trip to Nord, and it's a small matter to lose the goods, because I can offset part of the loss by selling the goods from Marienburg to Nord, but Too many people died on the way back, and the pension alone is a huge expense, let me tell you this, Mr. Ryan, I have done nothing this year." Oliver just found an opportunity, so he spit at Ryan. Kushui: "Fortunately, one life was left, and I didn't pay all of it."

"Living is the best business. You can make more money if you don't have money, but you can't really save your life if you don't have it~" Ryan laughed. Oliver nodded, and the anguish in his heart dissipated a lot. : "Yes, yes! Mr. Lane is still right!"

"Recently, our emperor defeated the barbarian army, and the merchants who lent money to his majesty made a lot of money. The emperor's team seized a lot of gold and silver from the barbarians. This was another round of money making. I missed the opportunity again." Oliver was sad again as he spoke, and the imperial merchant leaned on his chair in frustration: "Such a big business opportunity is in front of me, I actually missed it, and now the share is robbed by those big businessmen Go, I don't have a chance, this is another huge loss of money! Oh my God! Did Lady Fortune abandon me?"

"Haha~" Ryan suddenly laughed. He raised his head and took a big mouthful of cider. The quality of the cider in the Slug Bar is average. Compared with the mellow aroma of the cider, Ryan felt that the sour and astringent taste accounted for a larger part. Ryan thought that Oliver's failure in this business trip had something to do with him, and it had something to do with Oliver's bad luck. Although Ryan had no psychological burden, he suddenly felt that he could pull Oliver, so Ryan tidied up his collar. He whispered: "But Mr. Oliver, you will lose more in the future!"

"what?!"

"Next, the merchants who chose to support the emperor's war will make a fortune. They can buy the spoils from His Majesty's hands at a suitable price. The futures market will soar due to the large inflow of funds from the emperor's repayment of loans. The price of the product will also rise, and many businessmen will make a fortune." Ryan whispered the terrible truth: "Mr. Oliver has missed this precious opportunity to make money because of poor information, and he has lost more."

"Oh! No! Don't do this!" Oliver covered his eyes in pain. Imperial merchants could feel that countless wealth was slipping through his fingers. This is the most painful thing for a merchant, because merchants are forever It will only consider that what you earn is your own, and what you do not earn is loss.

"You can't sit still, friend, you should take action! Otherwise, you will only lose more in the future." Ryan suddenly whispered: "Nord's villages are everywhere, and the abandoned and ruined towns need to be rebuilt... …”

"Yes... yes!!!" Oliver immediately understood what Ryan meant, this was another huge business opportunity, and the imperial merchants had already smelled the gold: "I'm about to prepare for action, I can't just look at what's in front of me. Losses, otherwise the long-term losses will only be greater.”

The candle on the wooden table was swaying slightly with Oliver's voice.

After the short-lived excitement passed, the imperial businessman was soon hit again by contacting reality: "But I have a fatal problem, Mr. Lane, I don't have enough funds on hand, and I still have two A deal, undertaking land reconstruction is of course a poor job, but…”

"I can borrow you." Ryan's words sounded like to Oliver.

"Is this true?!" Oliver felt that the happiness came a little too suddenly.

"I don't like to lie, and this is our business partnership, Mr. Oliver, let alone other places, in Nord, my name is more useful than the warrants of many lords." Ryan narrowed his eyes and raised his mouth. : "So this is a deal, you need money, you need the trust of the lord, I need profit, you need your business methods, we need each other, don't we?"

"Your words have conquered me. Indeed, Mr. Ryan, I will let you know my talents and my business ability." After getting the right target, Oliver immediately lost his interest in drinking, and the imperial businessman immediately expressed that he wanted to Immediately purchase a large number of goods and recruit mercenary escorts, Nord's shipping will soon be closed, and he must not miss this opportunity to make money.

After the discussion, the two of them were about to get up, when suddenly several women broke into the door of the tavern.

These women were smeared and powdered, wearing revealing clothes, wriggling around, scratching their heads, and especially the smell of low-grade perfume was very disgusting.

They are the street women of this street.

These women have a typical characteristic - they are not beautiful, they may have too small eyes, too high nose bridge, too large mouth, but they still walk in the direction of Lane and Oliver, Apparently they had a plan.

Ryan noticed that the bartenders and bartenders did not respond to the arrival of these street girls, so several women came to Ryan and Oliver together: "Gentlemen, do you need someone to accompany you? Or, do you need someone? Accompany you through the lonely night? Just drinking is not a good idea!"

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested, I still have a lot of important things to do next, Fake? Let's go~" Oliver immediately waved his hand to indicate that he was not interested, and he had to rush back overnight to gather the staff.

"Mr. Lane, are you with us?" Oliver also asked Lane if he wanted to be with him, obviously wanting to help him get rid of these street girls.

"No, I'll solve it myself." Ryan waved his hand, signaling Oliver to leave him alone.

"Then Mr. Ryan, see you later!" So Oliver hurried away with his guard.

"Hello everyone! Ladies, if you don't mind, how about I invite three lucky people to drink a glass of barley wine?" Ryan rolled his eyes and pointed at the three street girls: "You, you, and you, Just the three of you stay!"

So the three street girls sat down, and the waiter took the copper coins given by Ryan, and each brought a glass of barley wine.

The leading **** the street is named Sarah. She has big hands and very hard facial features. Besides, her appearance is quite reasonable: "This handsome guy, is he a person? Called three at a time, yes. Are you so confident?"

"Of course, haha!" Ryan's appearance is very handsome~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The clothes are neat and tidy, and it is not easy to appear in this kind of neighborhood.

"Where did the handsome guy come from?" Sarah took the barley wine and took a gulp,

"I'm from Brunswick, I'm a businessman, my name is Rhode~" Ryan said casually, "I'm friends with the Mr. Oliver just now!"

Ryan's appearance is not a typical blond and blue-eyed Nord at all. His black-haired and blue-eyed appearance is typical of the core race of the empire - the appearance of the Aachen people. The royal family and some great nobles of the human empire are all A native of Aachen, Ryan's low Gothic is quite standard, and he has no sense of disobedience when he says he is an imperial.

After a few glasses of barley wine, Ryan signaled to go to the hotel together: "I think we can continue to 'talk', I have a baby I want to show you."

"Oh! Of course!" The street girls originally wanted to do Ryan's business.

So the group went to the hotel.

Ryan's eyes narrowed inadvertently, because in his consciousness, a divine white glow appeared.

"Lion, my champion, what are you doing? Do you really think these indulgent people have something worth touching?" The beautiful figure of the fairy in the lake descended in Ryan's sea of ​​consciousness, the deity's tone did not fluctuate, but there was a hint of A strange sense of danger: "Or do you have another purpose?"

"Of course I have other goals, my lady, I really have no interest in what happens to these street girls, but..." Ryan's blue eyes rolled around, the corners of his mouth were raised, he was very confident.

"I just think that if we can figure out whether the fallen hunter and Meimei will be involved, and if we can figure out what the existence of Meimei will be, it will fall on these street girls!" Lane's tone was very determined: "I'm interested. Supervisor, my lady."

"Interesting, then I'll see it all."