Chapter 159
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Commercial district, north of Yard town.
On the plateau on the outskirts of the town, a noble castle stood tall. From time to time, armored knights and squires could be seen patrolling outside the castle. On the armors of these knights and squires, there was an engraving of a javelin, which represented the surname of a family — Ryan.
The residents of Yard town knew that the Ryan family was in charge of the tax collection of the town. Although they were living in a remote corner of the town, but they were one of the top aristocratic families in the commercial district. However they had provoked the evil alchemist and were destroyed. The huge manor and the magnificent manor had turned into a desert. Now the entire territory of the family was just this remote town.
The total annual tax revenue wasn't even as much as the salary of a knight of a great aristocratic family.
The old patriarch's temper was getting more and more irritable. The increase in taxes year after year made the residents of the town miserable.
At the moment a black carriage slowly entered the town.
The door was pushed open, and four figures got out of the car. The one in the lead was a tall and thin youth, holding a bouquet of fragrant roses in his hands. Although his clothes were plain and ordinary, his back was ramrod straight, and he stood like a gentleman.
Dudian looked around and found a hotel to rent. He closed the door and said to Barton and others: "You will stay in this town. This town is the territory of the Ryan family. Your task is to help me inquire about all the information about the Ryan family, including financial, population, and the number of knights and squires. In addition, information about the children of the Ryan family, including hobbies, specialties and so on. [0↑ 9 △ small ↓ say △ net] "
Kroen asked: "Dean, what are you going to do?"
"You will know in a few days." Dean solemnly said: "Try to inquire as much as you can. The most important thing is don't expose your identity and don't do anything too eye-catching."
The three nodded.
Barton asked: "Dean, where are you going?"
"I'm going to another guest." Dean grabbed two steel nails that were tightly wrapped in cloth from Joseph's hand.
Joseph's face slightly changed: "Are you going to retaliate against the people who framed you?"
"It's not revenge." Dean smiled: "It's a virtue to return what you borrowed."
"These five gold coins are your mission resources." Dean took out five gold coins and handed them to the three: "Don't be stingy when necessary. In addition, don't rush into action. Familiarize yourself with the living conditions of this town, and then do things. Remember, if you encounter trouble, think about it!"
The three of them took the gold coins, feeling a little nervous.
Dudian comforted them and left the hotel. Although it would be difficult and risky for Barton and the other two to complete such a task, but a good knife needed to be honed and hammered out.
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Thorn Flower Prison, Inner Castle.
In the bright and gorgeous office, Warden Jones held the message sent by Black Crow in his hand. A smile slowly appeared on his face as he said to a young man in black armor across the tea table, "This little rat's tail has been exposed. He's in the slums."
The black-armored youth had a sword scar on his face, but it didn't affect his handsomeness at all. He smiled faintly and said: "It rained continuously in the past few days, so his smell was covered and we lost track of him. Now that his tail has been exposed, he can't have gone far. Did Frank bring him back directly?"
Jones shook his head: "This little devil is clever. I guess he got the news in advance and ran away from the appointed place. Frank didn't find him, but they caught a former companion of the little devil. They are still interrogating him. In my opinion, I don't think he will confess anything. The little devil was able to escape from here. It's not easy to catch him."
The young man in black armor smiled: "No matter how cautious he is, his tail has been exposed. As long as we know he's in the slums, he won't be able to run away. Even if we dig three feet underground, we will be able to find him!"
"I believe in your nose." Jones smiled.
The young man in black armor picked up the cup of coffee in front of him and drank it in one gulp. He got up and said: "I'll go first." Then he turned around and left.
Butler Peter looked at the back of the young man as he disappeared outside the door. He looked at Jones: "This little devil is a junior hunter from the Mellon consortium. He has a rare magic mark of the 'predator'. He should know how to track the little devil. Can he find the little devil in the slums alone?"
Jones' mouth curved into a smile: "Don't underestimate the hunting ability of the evil dog."
Butler Peter was startled. He nodded in silence.
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Commercial District, Thel Street Magistrate.
This was one of the branches of the magistrate in the commercial district. It dealt with more than a dozen cases in the nearby towns and commercial districts. At the moment, the sky was getting dark and heavy rain was about to fall. In the middle of the office building of the magistrate, several official judges had finished reviewing the cases in their hands. They came to a separate office in another part of the building. They knocked on the door and entered the office. They tidied up the case and respectfully handed it to the figure in front of the desk.
"Teacher, this is the alcohol case in Boer town."
"This is the rape case in Mick town."
Several people handed over the case in succession.
The figure sitting behind the desk was tall and slender. He was wearing a dark red robe with golden threads. He was full of luxury and solemn temperament. He was bowing his head to deal with the case in his hands. He heard the words of the students and nodded: "Leave it."
Several students handed over the case to the desk. Before leaving, one of the young girls said: "Teacher, it's going to rain outside. You should go back and rest early."
The figure was startled. He looked out of the window. Gloomy thunder was rolling in the sky. It seemed that heavy rain was coming.
He slightly frowned and nodded: "I know. You go first."
The young girl looked at him but didn't say anything. She turned around and left.
After they left, the man finished writing a summary of the half-completed cases in his hands. He put the quill back into the pen holder, got up, and put the other cases into the drawer. Then he came to the door, put on his deacon hat, picked up the oilcloth umbrella, and left the courtroom.
"Hello, Deacon Huo."
"Hello, Deacon Huo."
Along the way, the busy apprentice priests and knights of the magistrate bowed their heads respectfully when they saw the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man had long been accustomed to it. He calmly walked out of the gate of the magistrate. At this time, the rain had dripped down and stained his clothes. He looked up and slightly frowned. He opened the oilcloth umbrella in his hand and went down the steps.
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