When Amber snapped her fingers, Scarface Anton had reflexively reached out and grabbed a nearby wooden pillar. Some of the people in the tavern also grabbed the nearest fixed object or simply sat down on the ground. Their movements were so smooth and skillful, as if it had long become their instinct. But the others were different. They just blankly looked at the inexplicable changes in their surroundings, not knowing what to do. And soon, they didn't have to do anything.
A layer of turbid shadow suddenly appeared around Amber. Wherever the shadow went, everyone instantly felt dizzy. In just a moment, everyone in the tavern was forced to perform a "Shadow Jump". Although the duration was less than a second, it made everyone lose their balance in an instant. Those who had found a fixed object in advance were better off, but those who stood and sat stupidly had already fallen to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.
Looking at the spectacular scene in front of her, Amber nodded with satisfaction. She finally regained a little pride as an "expert".
Her combat strength was indeed weak, but it also depended on who she was compared to and what field she was in. As a Shadow Stalker, Amber could not defeat Gwen and the people around Gwen. But how many Extraordinary professions could there be in this tavern?
If there were, they wouldn't be in such a place!
There were only rogues and swindlers who had nothing to do. Their greatest ability was only a few tricks or a set of deceit. Even the famous "Scarface Anton" was just a half-baked Stalker who wasn't even qualified to be a Low-Level Stalker. They were rats in the gutter, scum at the bottom of the social ladder. They huddled together for warmth, and the strongest among them was not qualified to appear in the sight of a real Professional.
Amber was at least an Extraordinary, and she was also a master of the Shadow Force. She also called herself the Chosen God of the Night.
The title "Queen of the Tavern" was not self-given by her.
After a long time, the severe dizziness and neurological disorders caused by the Shadow Force gradually subsided. Those who were lying on the ground got up one by one, but none of them stood up. Those who could survive in such a social environment were all cautious and smart. They were good at judging the situation in an instant and finding the safest way to protect themselves. Just a moment ago, they knew how to protect themselves.
Seeing this, Amber curled her lips slightly. "This year's event is still boring."
"Boss, why are you back?" Scarface Anton resisted the lingering dizziness in his head, squeezed out a smile and asked, "You said two years ago that you found a clue to your biological parents, and suddenly disappeared … Have you found them?"
"No, my biological parents are probably dead. I'm afraid that I can't find them in this life." Amber waved her hand. "But I found something more interesting."
"Something more interesting?" Anton was stunned. He knew that the gangster leader in front of him, who had once dominated the sewers and ruled the black streets, would often look for "interesting things", but that usually referred to treasures to be stolen and unlucky people to be tricked. When she mentioned those things, there would always be a playful and mocking expression on her face, but the expression on her face was obviously full of interest, and there was no trace of a joke at all. "What did you find?" Anton asked.
Amber just smiled. "Have you heard about the resurrection of the Founding Duke?"
"Yes," Anton shrugged. He asked his men to take care of the order in the tavern. "It's been around for a long time. Some of the news was spread by us. A few months ago, a mercenary passed by here and hired a large group of people to spread the news."
"Damn it, you guys actually stole my …" Amber suddenly glared at Anton, but before she could finish her sentence, she changed the topic. "Is everyone here?"
"If you're talking about the town, then everyone is here." Anton raised his hand and waved it across the tavern. "It's winter now, and these bastards are holed up in the tavern every day. They can't wait to drink themselves to death here."
Amber took out a small dagger and scratched the bumpy wooden bar counter, looking for the marks she had made back then. But unfortunately, most of them were gone. Fighting and poor-quality drinks always made the marks on the bar counter disappear quickly. "Ask the guys if they want to do something serious."
At this time, there were already many "old acquaintances" gathered around the bar counter. A dark-skinned woman dressed like a witch was stunned when she heard Amber's words. "Something serious? You have something serious, Big Sister? "
Amber raised her hand, and the dagger in her hand spun around the neck of the 'witch' and accurately cut off a few threads on her collar. "'Witch' Gypsy, why didn't I cut off your tongue back then?"
"I can make a lot of money by wagging my tongue." The witch took half a step back with a flattering smile on her face. "Why don't you tell us your 'something serious'? We're all listening …"
"It's simple. I'm now working for the resurrected founding hero. Don't look at me in disbelief. I'm now his bodyguard. Bodyguard, you know? I don't even have to knock when I enter his room, I'm telling you. All in all, I'm rich now, but I haven't forgotten about you bunch of disappointing fellows. Now you have a chance. As long as you're willing to change your bad habits, you can also live a decent life like me. Don't you understand? The Duke wants to hire you! "
There was a sudden silence. This reaction was beyond Amber's expectation.
"Why aren't you guys doing anything?" Amber looked at them curiously. "You don't want to?"
"I don't believe it." Scarface Anton showed a God knows whether to laugh or cry expression. "We know that the Grand Duke is in the south, but how could someone like him deal with people like us? Big Sister, you've been drinking the Shadow Potion like water again, haven't you? "
"I knew you guys would be so promising." Hu Po pursed his lips and casually threw a cloth bag onto the bar counter. A series of clattering noises came from the cloth bag, and after the bag opened, a number of shiny gold and silver coins rolled out. These were all newly minted coins, and they had beautiful, perfectly symmetrical outlines and smooth curves. On the front of each coin was the emblem of the Cecil Territory. "You can choose not to believe my words, but the money is real."
The eyes of the people in front of the bar suddenly popped out of their sockets.
They rarely had the opportunity to come into contact with gold coins, but they could still occasionally get silver coins. Cecil's silver coins were a new currency that was becoming more and more popular in the south recently. The quality of this currency was excellent, and the quantity was large. Moreover, they didn't know what kind of casting method was used, but each coin was cast precisely and flawlessly. Such a currency was naturally favored by merchants and circulated in the south.
Anton was lucky enough to get three Ansu's silver coins, but they were obviously not as new as the ones brought by Amber. The gold and silver coins that rolled out of the money bag didn't have a scratch or a stain on them, as if they had just been taken out of the mint.
Anton's heart suddenly tightened, and he looked at Amber with a nervous expression. "Big Sister, stealing money from the nobles' mint is punishable by hanging!"
Amber immediately glared at the bald man with a scar. "Tell me — do you really want to break a boulder on your chest?! I'll swing you up and smash you into a boulder! "
Anton immediately shrunk his neck and didn't dare to say a word.
Obviously, what Amber said was most likely true.
Their boss, who had been 'missing' for many years, had actually joined the side of the founding hero and become the personal bodyguard of a great noble. This kind of fantastical thing had actually happened.
"You guys go ahead and discuss," Amber waved her hand, and quietly pushed the money on the bar to a more conspicuous place. "But I want to say that money is good, but it's not so easy to earn. The Duke doesn't want to hire a group of hoodlums and scoundrels to tarnish his reputation, so those who take the money must first follow me to Cecil's territory, where they will learn the rules and laws, and then it's their turn to do business. If you can't learn the rules …"
Hu Po did not continue speaking. He only swept his gaze around him threateningly, causing everyone's necks to shrink involuntarily.
In fact, there wouldn't be any terrible punishment. According to Gwen, those simple rules and regulations only needed a month of training, and even a fool could learn it. Even if they couldn't learn it, they just needed to drink it a few times. But Amber knew that the people in front of her were a bunch of rotten goods that couldn't even be cooked by boiling water. Perhaps one day they would learn the rules and morals on the righteous path, but before that, she had to use kindness and punishment to drive them back to the righteous path.
While this implied threat made the people in the tavern silent, it also gave them a more realistic feeling.
There was no good thing that fell from the sky, only when there was a certain amount of risk, then it could be true.
Dealing with nobles was dangerous, everyone who lived in the black street knew this, but their boss seemed to be able to protect them …
The founding hero also seemed to have a good reputation …
It was just that they didn't know why a great noble would hire a bunch of hooligans, thieves, and swindlers. But how bad could it be? He wouldn't drive such a bunch of idiots to the battlefield to fight, or to drive away monsters, right?
While the tavern was bustling again, Anton quietly came up to Amber. The scar-faced brawny man lowered his voice and asked curiously, "Lady boss, how … how did you get close to such a big shot?"
"It's nothing, actually." Amber waved her hand carelessly. "I pried open his coffin and woke him up."
Anton: "… Huh?!"
Amber picked up the half-empty glass of inferior ale in front of her and sighed as she put it to her mouth. "Sigh, that's why I said don't get caught when you're stealing, or you'll get yourself in trouble … Bah — you'd better get me a glass of water. You might as well mix wine into the water. What the hell did you mix?"
"Actually, this is the ratio of water you set back then …" Anton didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Forget it, I'll get you a glass of water."
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