Chapter 232 Tavern Queen Amber

To be honest, when Gawain first thought of setting up an intelligence network based on middle and low-level people, the first thing that came to his mind was not the thugs, thieves and gangsters who wandered in the slums and alleys, but the ones that Knight Byron knew. mercenary friend.

Knight Byron was a monk halfway through. In his early years, he was a well-known mercenary leader who was active in the southern region. He had a small team and a wide range of connections. Gawain knew this, and he also knew The opportunity for Knight Byron 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 almost lost his life, if not for the previous Viscount Cecil. With help, his life has long been lost - now he is no longer a mercenary, but has achieved aristocratic status and become a knight by virtue of his personal strength and years of loyal service, but his career has not disappeared.

Rather, it is precisely because a mercenary entered the noble circle by chance that Byron Knight has become more popular in the mercenary world. The declining noble family is also a big moneymaker for the mercenaries who are in urgent need of business. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

Gawain borrowed the mercenaries of the Byron Knights for several operations in the South, including spreading news, recruiting refugees, and attracting business travelers. The shadows of those mercenaries were indispensable, but when building the intelligence network, Gawain In the end, she chose to let Amber contact her "hu friends and dog friends".

He considered it from many aspects: First of all, in terms of loyalty, mercenaries and slum gangsters can be said to be half a catty. Their loyalty is based on money. In comparison, gangsters' "loyalty" is even more It is cheaper; secondly, in terms of well-informedness, mercenaries are no match for those "gutter rats", who are at the bottom of society, they need to be more discerning in order to survive, and they themselves are the source of intelligence for many mercenaries; finally, There is a very unreliable part of mercenaries, that is, the best of them are almost inextricably linked with nobles, and some mercenaries who are sufficiently experienced have even secretly become shadows and informants of certain nobles— - In fact, the eagle dogs that can be secretly supported by nobles are themselves the target of many mercenaries, and the slum gangsters opposite to them... They can't get into the eyes of nobles, and they are all "independent". &1t;i>&1t;/i>

For Gawain, who needs to build a "clean" team, those gutter rats that will not belong to any faction are obviously more in line with his requirements.

As for those people's ability, discipline, obedience, loyalty, etc., they can be gradually cultivated.

Knight Byron is a clear example - he used to be a lawless mercenary head in the grey area, but now he's not also upright... oh no, honest... oh no, justice... no has become a business Are you skilled at teasing?

Gawain didn't know what Amber's past was like. He wasn't someone who liked to inquire about other people's private affairs. He only knew that this half-elf thief was not strong in combat, but he was a full-fledged master of shadows. She used to be in old Cecil. In the sewers and slums of the leader, but there has never been much movement except that he finally got into the Cecil family's ancestral grave and was caught on the spot, but three days ago, he chatted with Pittman for a while and realized that It turned out to be just a funny Amber once also had a life that stirred up the storm. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

In other words, she had been living a life of roaming and committing crimes until Cecil led the way...

After learning this, he didn't hesitate to throw out this half-elf who was hanging around in the territory every day, doing nothing to make troubles and eating too much, and let her do some work as the lord's guard.

Leslie collar, in another town north of Tanzania, the "Black Whistle" pub is brightly lit, and the gangsters, thugs, thieves and liars are starting a new round of all-night booze-in their pockets Their booze goes on day after day until the swindled silver and copper are spent.

The tavern owner "Scarface Anton" with an ugly scar on his face sat behind the pitted bar, casually wiping the cup in his hand with a dirty rag, his eyes fixed on the booze and shouting villains and Sweeping between the rogues, he doesn't mind someone drinking and making trouble in his tavern, or even smashing things when these people fight, but if someone drinks alcohol and smashes things and doesn't pay the bill, then He was very interested. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

There is an unpleasant smell in the tavern, low-quality and cheap wine, moldy wood and corners, and the smell of sweat that has not been bathed for a long time. The environment here is extremely harsh, but no one wants to leave this place-here At least it's warm, better than the ice and snow outside.

Two more drunkards started making a fuss, tore each other into a ball, Anton gestured with his eyes, and immediately two strong men stepped forward, kicked each of the two drunks who were making trouble, and then Drag them to the corner and let them make trouble on their own.

Such is the daily routine of these gutter rats.

They are the "rich households" in the slums, the scum and reptiles in the eyes of the nobles, the intelligence dealers in the eyes of the mercenaries, and the "villains" in the eyes of the quiet and honest civilians. For example, the sneaking skills of half a bucket of water, the trick of one or two hand tricks, a natural brute force, or just the brain is flexible enough to fool people to death, and with this ability to press the bottom of the box, they can pass by. The mercenaries or merchants of the mercenaries or traders have a relationship and survive by relying on cheating or betraying information. &1t;i>&1t;/i>

But these people never accumulate money, and although they can earn more than half a year's income from every "business" they do, they always spend the money quickly, because they often work with servants The mercenaries who deal with the soldiers and are not welcomed by the lords know one thing very well: life is impermanent, and you can have fun in time. You can’t tell when the mercenary who bought your intelligence has been deceived outside, and he will slash you when he comes back. Vent your anger - even if your information is true.

The lord would not protect them in this situation.

So they're just having fun, having fun in this cheap, dirty, pub that nobody but gutter rats wants to go to, every time it's daybreak, and if one day they find one less person drinking in the pub , and when the man wasn't in town again, they would laugh loudly and say, "Shh--another poor fellow!"&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Scarface Anton threw the cup in his hand under the bar. He counted the people in the tavern, turned his head and asked the guy next to him, "Why didn't the old cripple come?"

The guy shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't been here for two days. I heard that he was hacked to death."

Scarface Anton frowned, and his ugly facial features trembled even more unsightly, but before he could speak, a short figure in a cloak suddenly approached the bar, and a few copper plates tinkled down in front of him, from the cloak. A lowered female voice came from below: "Rye wine."

When did this person appear? !

Scarface Anton trembled in his heart. He clearly knew everyone who would come to this tavern, and he was also a half-hearted "stalker" who knew some shadow skills, but this stranger appeared silently in front of him. In front of the bar, he and his buddies had absolutely no recollection of how this man appeared! &1t;i>&1t;/i>

But the astonishment turned into astonishment, he still calmly filled a glass of inferior rye wine, and when he handed the glass over, he secretly looked under the hood, only to find that there was only a shadow that could not be dissolved. .

Pretend to be a ghost.

Anton increased his vigilance and motioned his buddy to confirm the movement outside the gate, but just as the buddy stepped, the man in the cloak spit out all the ale he had drunk. It was big enough, as if she was afraid that people would not notice, she slammed the glass on the bar after spitting out the wine: "You used to mix wine with water, and now you have started mixing wine with water, right? Believe it or not I smashed your place!"

The people in the tavern looked like they were drinking and making a fool of themselves, but everyone was smart and clear. In an instant, almost everyone noticed the movement next to the bar, and they were familiar with the "rules" and immediately realized that someone was coming to make trouble. . &1t;i>&1t;/i>

The next thing happened in an instant: all the people near the bar almost teleported to the distance, everyone picked up their cups and food and found the best place to watch the play, and the liars began to be in the vicinity. The tables are open and the thieves scrambling to find out who can get their hands on it.

Anton slowly threw the rag and cup in his hand aside, and moved his sturdy shoulders slightly, but he was relieved in his heart: he was just here to smash the scene, it would be much easier.

Fist will teach such a lifeless guy how to behave.

The short figure in the cloak in front of him raised his hand and pulled down the hood that had originally covered his face, revealing the face of a half-elf.

Anton looked at this face, raised his arms to bulge the muscles in his chest, and showed an ugly smile on his scarred face: "Eldest sister, I'll show you a big boulder on your chest, can you see it..."&1t; i>&1t;/i>

The person in the tavern who is preparing to watch the fun: "..."

Amber glared at the bald ugly man: "...Why are you more shameless than before?!"

"It wasn't until after the muscles were exposed that I found out that the opponent couldn't fight and how to admit it so as to not be so embarrassed - you told us about this specifically back then," The brighter the smile on Anton's face - or the more difficult it was to look, "Big sister! It's really you! Where have you been all these years?!"

At this time, the people in the tavern seemed to finally reflect from their daze, and whispers began to sound from all directions. Some of them obviously recognized who the person standing in front of the bar was. Some were surprised, some were in awe, but without exception, they all quickly became excited, while the rest were obviously at a loss. What's going on with the half-elves that popped up? Most of these people are newcomers who have only been active here in the last two years.

Amber's pointed ears trembled, and he turned his head and glanced at him with a smile instead of a smile: "There are a lot of newcomers, almost half of them don't know me anymore."

Anton whispered beside him, "It's been several years since you left here..."

"Alright, let the newcomers get to know each other," Amber yawned, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, "All sober up! Little bunnies!"

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