Public trial?You deserve it too!

"I couldn't agree more."

Randolph beamed.

"Then come with me, I know there is a restaurant that is suitable for us."

Erwin led the way in high spirits, and he naturally didn't care about other issues except delicious food with his money-making ability.

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"cheers!"

In the noisy tavern, five people laughed and clinked glasses together. The golden liquor splashed out from the mouth of the bottle, and the reflected firelight shone brightly.

After eating a delicious meal, they followed Shire to the lower city. The five decided to drink from the first tavern they met until someone fell down. jokes.

A perfect creature said no problem.

A downtown gang member said that you are looking for death.

A guy who went out to discuss business with his father and practiced alcoholism was snickering.

A guy who had spent several years in the Eastern Front barracks curled his lips in disdain.

A certain secret agent was sweating secretly. Fortunately, the Imperial Intelligence Agency had a special antidote, in order to ensure that the intelligence personnel could definitely pour the other party down and keep themselves awake.

Now the number of taverns they drink freely has double digits. Except for Claude, the other four people are more or less starting to have a little alcohol, not to mention that they still drink mixed alcohol, and the effect is obviously faster when they work together.

Therefore, Shire, who was in charge of leading the way, had lost his way a bit, and was departing from the actual control area of ​​the Orphan Gang.

Claude is well aware of this, but he is also happy to see it come true-originally, he came out today to vent, and it is obviously logical to fight after drinking, but in the territory of the Orphan Gang, everyone is very restrained, and If you don't look up and look down, it's still your own subordinates, which doesn't mean much.

If you want to fight, go to the gang of three-educated guys. Anyway, one of those guys is a scum, and I will become a legend in the Imperial City Tavern today. I will kill at least three people with a pencil.

"Should I get another dog?"

Claude rubbed his chin and followed the wobbly others.

"Ahead... there's another one... Brothers, let's go!"

"rush!"

Charles greeted with his tongue out, the other three obviously didn't have much brains to use for thinking, and they just followed each other's footsteps habitually.

Claude narrowed his eyes. He had already seen several people outside the tavern, all of whom were carrying something bulging. Obviously, this place should be an important stronghold of a gang. He smiled and followed.

The tavern was still lively, with vulgar men and coquettish women, everyone obviously liked each other.

"Five bottles, hiccup, the best wine."

Erwin slapped a handful of gold coins on the table, attracting the attention of the bartender and several other people who were not yet drunk.

"okay!"

The bartender smiled and took the gold coins away, opened a cabinet, took out five exquisite wine bottles from it, and put them on the bar table.

"Guest officer, you are so lucky. This is a good wine that nobles can only drink - the golden diamond rum imported by the Shangmeng! If it weren't for our connections, you wouldn't be able to drink this wine!"

The familiar name made Claude narrow his eyes. This kind of smuggled goods should be something that should not be seen, but the other party obviously didn't care much about this kind of thing, so he said it carelessly. For cooking?

Unless... this is a trading point that is tacitly allowed.

'interesting. '

Claude grabbed the wine bottle and took a sip with his comrades. After tasting it carefully, he found that it was indeed a good wine, not a fake.

[The background here is the business alliance? 】

'I'm afraid not, didn't you listen to what the bartender said? [This is a good wine that only the nobles can drink], it is not certain that this is a place where the nobles shelter. '

【Great nobleman...isn't the great nobleman a member of the great prince? 】

'This is the interesting part - like the Grand Duke of Brittany, in his own fief, he smuggled some goods with the merchant alliance and traded on the black market, which still has a lot of room for manipulation.But this is the imperial capital, where the Imperial Intelligence Bureau is everywhere. Why are there so many smuggled goods from the business alliance? '

With a playful smile, Claude drank the remaining wine in the bottle.

'Start scanning, I think, there should be something interesting here. '

[Yes—the wine cellar below this tavern is abnormal in size, and the space is secretly divided by walls. It cannot be found without a careful search, and there are many tunnels leading to nearby houses. 】

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, mixed with the sound of tables and chairs being destroyed, which attracted everyone's attention.

The bartender frowned and winked at the two people next to him. The two tavern security guards immediately stood up and approached there.

"You fucking dare to steal my things!"

"I'm not, I'm not, I'm just passing by."

The noisy voice made Claude and the others look over. At first they thought there was a fight between a drunkard and a thief, until Charles let out a light snort.

"Isn't that who? I'm quite familiar with Friedrich's men..."

The person he pointed to was the "thief" who was desperately pleading.

The eyes of Claude and the bartender became sharp at the same time.

"Catch that thief! This bastard is a member of the Orphan Gang! They have fished too much, chop off his hand, and throw him back to teach him a lesson!"

The bartender immediately cursed and ordered his men to approach the man.

The other party was also obviously in a daze, completely unaware of what had happened, and was recognized by the bartender, but the matter had come to an end, and he had no intention of catching him without a fight, so he took out two daggers from his sleeves, and Leaning against the wall, his eyes were fierce, and his mouth was still bluffing and threatening.

"What? I just came out to have a drink. Which rule did I break? You are looking for trouble to start a war with our Orphan Gang, right? Then come! I see how many people you are willing to die for my hands. this!"

Claude already knew why the other party was here. Obviously, Friedrich was very concerned about what he said, and arranged it after a while.These taverns generally also run hotel businesses, and this person should be sent here to scout out suspicious small businessmen.Originally, the other party was able to cover up the past by relying on fishy eyes, but he was stabbed in the back by his own people.

The young man looked at Charles delicately. This guy will be sent out by him to stab the Duke of Brittany in the back soon... The relationship is a professional counterpart.

I have to keep an eye out for him in the future...

However, although Shire sold people unintentionally, he is certainly not the kind of person who would slap his ass and leave his subordinates to run away. Although alcohol had blurred his thinking, the simple brain circuit made him A decision was made immediately.

"Bros……"

While the other three were still going through the sluggish reaction process—

The bottle in Claude's hand immediately burst on the bartender's head.

So the guy who was giving orders just now disconnected immediately, and fell down dripping with blood.

"Drafting master, dare to use fake wine to fool us?!"

Everyone was attracted by this side, and then saw Charles pick up two high stools with both hands, sweeping away the drunkards around him like a tiger entering a herd of sheep.

Ever since, no matter whether it was the drinkers, the thugs in the tavern, or the spectators, they were all involved in this chaotic battle in an instant.

Everyone joined the gang fight in a daze, only one sober person knew what he was doing.

Claude kicked one of the thugs out overnight, then set off a wine table, and pushed it directly to the side of the "thief", directly smashing into the two thugs surrounding him and the man who had been shouting before sandwich biscuits.

"Are you from the Orphans?"

"Yes, I am, and you too?"

The opponent was obviously also a veteran who was used to fighting for a long time. Taking advantage of the chaos, the opponent who had been entangled with him slowly retreated to the corner. The water splashed by the two daggers could not enter, obviously waiting for an opportunity.

"I'm a friend of Friedrich's. You should have been sent here to investigate those small merchants, right? What's your name?"

When the man heard Claude say this, his eyes softened instantly.

"Yes, you can just call me Bob, but I'm unlucky. Damn, I stared at this guy and found a wine girl to go into a cubicle before leaving. I didn't expect the fuck to be a quick shot guy, old man As soon as he picked the lock of his room door, he was forced to go upstairs."

"...Where is that room?"

"Third floor, 309."

The other party answered very neatly.

"Okay, then help me take those four guys out, and I'll go up there."

"I think there is another acquaintance inside... That guy is amazingly destructive."

The corner of Bob's mouth twitched, probably because he knew why he was exposed, so he didn't say anything else, put away his dagger, picked up a bench, and joined the battle group.

Claude kicked a wine table out again, kicked several people away from the stairs, picked up the "stuffing" in the middle of the biscuit, and rushed up in two or three steps.

"309... is here."

With a slight push from Claude, the door opened wide, and the contents inside could be seen at a glance. Some boxes containing goods were lying in the corner.Pushing away some debris on it, Claude narrowed his eyes.

"The smuggled goods of the business alliance...is there such a large batch?"

He found a bottle of water and poured it on the unconscious businessman's face. The businessman coughed twice and opened his eyes with difficulty.

What came into view was a sharp shard.

"Alas--!"

"I ask, you answer, there is a lie, the head moves."

sun knight succinct

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ZEST is an artist, it's normal to lose, but last night's game of belonging can't beat everyone...

The protoss who dare to build a bunker in the GSL life and death game, I will ask who dares?This is no longer a question of whether the mentality is good or not, this force is definitely due to the strength of alcohol.

In fact, what the godfather of e-sports said before was right. After the bunker was built, the Protoss Minmetals and other Terran bases opened for the third mine. It was really [-]% off. I’m a T. I really quit. , It’s not that TVZ can rely on battle damage, the quality of their arms is higher than yours, okay!

How can the colossus of the aircraft carrier lose by riding on the face? Interstellar does not need to ban the mammoth.

But how should I put it... Maybe this is the gold content of Brother Huang...

That wave of recalls in the middle of the call... I, Nima, looked stupid, you pass the Colossus A!

You lost three times in a row, even though you played P with your ZEST, but you have Z in your name, right?

I'm really a little skeptical that this guy bought it.

Learn from Me: Chapter 171 Chapter 150 Chapter [-] Doubts

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"Calling? Calling is also a lie."

The man who was still struggling and howling shut his mouth immediately. Judging the situation has always been the basic ability for these people to survive.

"Did you bring these goods to the imperial capital?"

"Yes, it is!"

"Where did you get it?"

"I bought... I bought it."

A splinter of wood left a trail of blood on the man's neck.

"last chance."

"I, I, I... I say! I say!"

The man tried his best to suppress his trembling.

"I'm just a businessman, doing a small business in the imperial capital. This time, I'm doing business with the Baal Chamber of Commerce. They signed a contract with us and bought all our goods in advance, but we are responsible for pretending that these things are our goods. , send all of them to the imperial capital, live in the designated tavern, then sell some things casually, throw all the goods in your own room and go back."

"Bar Chamber of Commerce?"

"Yes, yes, it is the Baal Chamber of Commerce. We also rely on this brand to make it easier to communicate. Generally speaking, it is said that it is the name, and the imperial capital will directly let it go."

The man explained nervously.

"Because they were originally a big chamber of commerce in the imperial capital, and they still have the background of the prince. We used to sell goods directly to them before, so although this cooperation is a bit strange, we didn't ask - we made it clear before. , just some moonshine or something, no weapons or anything, so we're willing to cooperate."

Claude narrowed his eyes, Barr Chamber of Commerce... Isn't that the Chamber of Commerce founded by Gustav's brother?Augustus's white glove, responsible for providing financial support to the First Prince.

"When did you start doing this kind of thing?"

"I, I haven't been in this business for long, really, I really just started this business." The man explained in a panic, "But I've heard rumors before, but I didn't start doing it until recently—I After entering the industry, I heard from some well-informed people that the Barr Chamber of Commerce seems to have been recruiting people to do this since last year."

"So that's the case... No wonder acting so recklessly is actually relying on the eldest prince to endorse..."

Claude thought about it.