Mercenaries and Adventurers

From his previous contact with the Stoll-Scott High-level Chamber of Commerce manager, Keir felt that this person was not a very conventional guy.

The frivolous words and actions, the strong chamber of commerce behind the toughness, and the prosperity and importance of the metal forging business activities mainly operated by the 'Burning Furnace' Chamber of Commerce in the current chaotic situation in the southern province.

For other chambers of commerce, this 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, faced with opportunities, not-so-legitimate opportunities, clearly took risks.

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

Kiir's second request was actually paving the way for his 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 handle illegal goods here. Sure enough, facing Kil's request, Scott immediately invited Kil to enter the 'dark side' part of Dorne town, regardless of Kil's status as a knight.

Since a place like the black market can invite Kiel, then doing something that the local church will not like, but obviously the most important thing that Kiel put at the end, is that Scott will also try Give it a try.

"Although."

Mr. Scott continued what he had said before.

"Even so, you have to promise me that you won't appear in the town of Dorne if you plan to cause those things."

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

"Very good. I'll go back and ask people to prepare people and things. We'll bring them to you tomorrow after visiting the underground black market. I won't interfere with what you want them to do, so what you give me in return must not be what money can spend. "

Scott walked on the terrace and seemed to adjust a suitable angle. He raised his wine glass so that the light from the banquet hall was reflected by the surface of the gold wine glass on his palm.

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

But Kil just squinted his eyes slightly and felt a little dazzled, but had no other reaction.

This made Scott a little regretful. This was a trick he had learned from big shots before to enhance the momentum of a conversation. It's just that it worked all the time before, but today it has no effect.

"Monster Knight." He muttered softly.

Then Gere leaned against the patio rock railing and asked, "So, what do you want me to do?"

"Haha, how about a favor, but not for use now?"

Kil thought for a while and felt that it was quite worthwhile to exchange a favor that might be used in the future for a chance to alleviate hidden troubles.

"Okay, tomorrow I will give you a token. In the future, whenever someone comes to me with a token, I will help them. Well, anything will do."

This sentence can be anything. It seemed to suit Mr. Scott's taste, and he immediately laughed: "Very good, but I am just a businessman, and I will not let you do anything embarrassing."

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

The glasses clinked, and the two smirking guys were satisfied.

-

At this time, the third song also ended, and the guests at the banquet who were tired from dancing all sat down to rest. It seemed that in order to compete for the right to dance with the popular bard's fourth song, the two middle-aged people The lady got into an argument.

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

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

"Huh, our little genius is really difficult to deal with. What happened so long ago actually requires me to carefully recall and dictate it."

Mr. Bontorissa vomited and took another sip of wine like a mouthful.

He shook his head and kept saying: "I feel like I have finished speaking for several days. Woohoo, it feels like my life has been short-lived for several days."

Mr. Scott smiled: "He is curious about the stories of your youth. Such a feat is worthy of composing a poem about it."

The old man looked at the troubled bard below with a smile: "Our bard probably doesn't have time to write poems. Huh, all his time is spent on how to please rich women. If it weren't for his good looks, , his reputation has long been overshadowed by other more talented bards."

"Sooner or later."

Keir added.

"Yes, young knight, this will happen sooner or later. I see that you have a good conversation with Scott and Deripari. What do you say?"

Interestingly, this senior steward of the Golden Scythe Chamber of Commerce did not intend to have any contact or transaction with Kiel, a foreign knight with hundreds of people under his command.

Thinking of this, Kil even looked at each other with Mr. Scott in a tacit understanding. The two of them seemed to realize at the same time that this old guy was probably setting up a trap tonight, and the target was a senior member of the 'Wealth \u0026 Treasure House' Steward - On Otto Fitten.

Perhaps it is not directed at me, but at the ‘Treasure House’ Chamber of Commerce, which is also one of the joint chambers of commerce.

But Keel was not interested, and Mr. Scott's reaction was interesting when he figured it out. 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 benefited greatly from the chaotic situation caused by the war, as the main personnel of the Chamber of Commerce were taken away by caravans traveling far away, the people under him who were actually reliable and available were no longer available. not much.

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

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

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

"Yes, they are just farmers' fighting tricks. Where is there anything interesting to see? If you want to see it, you can go to Monta Valley City, or the largest city nearby, Belisfar City, where there is a regular Colosseum. There are performances by trained regular fighters, as well as beasts and monsters! You are guaranteed to be satisfied.”

Mr. Scott obviously looked down upon this thing in Dorne town, but his words made Mr. Bontorissa a little dissatisfied.

"Little Scott, how come my place is just a farmer's trick? If you want to talk about beasts and monsters, I also have them there. Although they are relatively few, goblins are also monsters! Jackals and plain wolves are also considered beasts, right? Not to mention It is said that I have recently acquired a new group of voluntarily participating long-haired lynx orcs. Although they are a bit small, they are quite good at dealing with wild beasts."

"As for the regular fighters, pfft, little Scott, don't you know that those people's performance is more important than their fighting skills? They even manipulate the competition in the Colosseum to make money for the bookmakers behind. Get a lot of money, huh, and you can perform better than the thespians in the city theater."

"Although my place is a bit small, the people who come here are all debtors who can't even afford an iron coin. Those people fight to get rid of all their debts, but they fight very bravely!"

Mr. Bontorisa was still retorting at first, but later he became quite proud.

But Mr. Scott obviously couldn't argue, so he had to raise his glass and admit defeat: "Okay, old man, let me admit defeat. I take back what I said before. The gambling fighting ring under your command is bloody and cruel, and it is indeed stronger than the city." The Colosseum inside. Knight of Kiel, after enjoying these soft spring songs and dances, let’s go to the old man’s place to see? How many performances can we watch?”

Keir had already meant this before, so as soon as Scott said this, he immediately agreed: "Okay, after you have eaten and drank enough, go over and take a walk to digest the food."

"Then just don't go there and vomit all over the floor."

Mr. Scott joked.

But this tall and thin middle-aged businessman didn't know that Kiel, who had killed hundreds of people so far, was not looking young and immature in his party clothes.

Mr. Bontorisa said: "In that case, let's wait for Oriel and Otto Fiten to come and join us, and go around together. This place is left to the young people who still want to dance and have fun."

His words once again amused Mr. Scott: "Old man, these slow dances and music are more suitable for people like us, right? For the young Knight Kiel, he must have been bored for a long time, right?" ?”

"No, no, where can I find it? This is my first time coming to the southern province. I am very satisfied to see your banquet, especially this excellent banquet hall and the fragrance of spring flowers. If I were a chanter Troubadour, maybe you can write two poems or something when you go back tonight."

Kil said with a smile.

At this time, Mr. Otto Fitten, who had finished mediating the dispute, walked over in small steps: "I heard that someone was praising my banquet hall? How about it, my friends, although it is a little simple, but how about tonight's banquet? I will also arrange it later Want to compete in a chess game in terms of wisdom? Who is interested in participating? Players are not limited to men and women, and the winner can get the right to use an auxiliary hall here for several days. Family gatherings, trade negotiations, there are three floors here The deputy director is very suitable.”

Mr. Scott interrupted Mr. Ottos Feiten's elation: "Oh, my friends, unfortunately, everyone decided to wait and go to the gambling fighting ring in old Bontolisa, our distinguished new guest, The young Knight of Kiel, he obviously prefers things with blood."

"Yeah, what a pity."

Obviously, Mr. Otto Fitten, who had a good family background and was intellectually superior, did not expect this.

He coughed slightly and said, "Although the journey is a bit long, I still want to accompany you and go together. It just so happens that I still have some questions that I need Mr. Bontolisa to help me answer."

Scott and Mr. Bontorisa both rolled their eyes, because the gambling and fighting arena is on the other side of the wall of the banquet restaurant. Although it requires a detour, it is only a few dozen meters away. This can also be called a road. Is it far?

And Mr. Bontorisa also had some regrets, because the story he told was not made up, but something that he actually experienced when he was young. The terrible thing is that if it is a made-up story, he can still make up something at will based on his rich life experience, but it is not easy to make up the details of the real story, because he vaguely remembers many things. Probably.

Being questioned in detail tonight, it was really a lot of effort for him to review his memory.

-

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

When he saw his friends gathering together, he approached and said, "What are you talking about? What are the plans after the banquet?"

"Don't ask, just follow."

Mr. Scott said loudly, patting Mr. 'Dry Ollier' on the shoulder.

Mr. Otto Fitten explained the procedures and activities after the banquet to the deputy of the banquet hall, who was also the steward of the Treasure House Chamber of Commerce, and then led others to follow him.

At this time, Kiel and the others had already bypassed the banquet hall area and headed downstairs.

After arriving downstairs, the guys here naturally sent their horses over. This was mainly due to the health of Mr. Otto Fitten, so everyone rode over this distance.

Interestingly, Mr. Otto Fitten rode a rare pony. This kind of southern hilly horse looks similar to 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 is only as high as a person's shoulders cannot throw a person down.

Other merchants rode more docile prairie mares. Compared with Kiel's tall blood-licking grass, although they were a little worse, they were not much different.

However, it seemed that the blood-licking grass had bullied other horses in the stable. Now the horses that were led here were all a little away from the blood-licking grass and were unwilling to get too close.

Kil saw the fear of the other horses, so he licked the hair on Xuecao's face and criticized it a little. But this guy obviously didn't take it seriously. He held his head high, smiled and showed his teeth, looking proud.

After everyone got on their horses, several other merchants' accompanying men and guards followed behind on foot. On the quiet street, it was quite impressive.

However, after everyone just walked out of the street that leads directly to the banquet restaurant in the center of the town, and turned onto the side road into the slum street, the strong smell and the dried and caked mud on the ground brought about a very bad feeling. share experience.

"Fortunately, we rode horses, but the smell is still so bad. Is it surprising that people here don't know how to walk two more steps every day and dump their excrement and garbage into the river outside the town???"

Ottos Fetten covered his nose and seemed to regret following him.

But the ones who were most dissatisfied with this were the guys and guards following behind them. Fortunately, these guys walking on the street were wearing businessmen's boots and leather boots at the moment, otherwise some suspicious ground materials would have had a close encounter with their feet.

It's possible that he might contract some strange disease because of this.

Mr. Bontorissa smiled and said nothing. The expenses jointly invested by the chambers of commerce in various areas of the town every quarter are negotiated by each chamber of commerce.

Otto Fiten obviously signed his name on the use of expenses in the spring. Does he still have the face to complain about this now?

However, the old businessman overestimated the endurance of Mr. Otto Fitten, who had been well-educated since childhood. This was the first time in his life for this young and successful businessman in his twenties to be so close to such a dirty street.

The others smiled and said nothing.

Fortunately, the destination was very close. They only walked less than fifty meters on a street covered with a layer of feces and garbage before arriving at the gate of the tomb-like gambling arena.

As Kiel saw from a distance during the day, this building is made of rock. Since the town of Dorne is close to the North and South Mountains on the west side, the cost of mining and constructing rock buildings here is not very high. In this way, a building Only a solid building with the defensive power of a rock fortress can appear among the large number of wooden and simple chaotic buildings around it.

Stand out from the crowd.

At night, the streets of the slums of Dorne Town are deserted. Not only is there no lighting (the poor people cannot afford night lighting), but there is always this little chirping sound in the dark corners, which seems to have something to do with it. Some small animals are wandering there, taking advantage of the night to enjoy various by-products of human life and feast on them.

At this time, the only light source on this street was the two braziers standing at the entrance of the rock building.

The door was wide open, and the dimly lit internal passage of the building was full of people and extremely noisy.

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

Of course these gatekeepers knew Mr. Bontolisa who was riding in front. After all, the direct manager of this place was just one of Mr. Bontolisa's subordinates.

Seeing that the two thugs guarding the door recognized him and were kneeling on the ground with one leg respectfully, Mr. Bontorisa waved his hand and asked the deputy who was following him to come up and explain.

The deputy steward who was in a bad mood as he walked over walked up and said, "Let Rosa, who is in charge here, come out to greet you." Mr. Bontorisa and other senior stewards from the United Chamber of Commerce will accompany Joe as a guest tonight. -Knight Kiel comes to watch and have fun. Let him come out to receive you, and bring out the best viewing platform and service you have here."

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

Afraid of the rudeness of these people, Kil jumped off his horse and tied the reins of the blood-licking grass to the few stone horse posts at the entrance of the building.

The others also dismounted with the help of their own men. Among them, Mr. Ottosfiten had the most difficulty dismounting. He actually needed two people to support him, otherwise he would not be able to dismount safely because of his weakness.

Even if he himself was riding a low Southern Hills horse.

After everyone gathered at the door of the building and scraped off some of the suspicious putrid mud on the soles of the shoes on the stone steps. Local managers were belatedly arrived.

Before anyone arrived, the sharp sound came through the low and narrow stone passage first.

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

Under the illumination of the few oil lamps on both sides of the stone passage, Keir saw a round, low figure 'rolling' out from the corner of the passage.

If it hadn't been for the shrill voice of the thing, Keir would have even wondered if the barrel had turned into spirit and rolled over against someone.