Tamar had unexpectedly reached Level-6 Alchemy. With the advantage of equipment and location, Brando could leave the crafting of the cursed crossbow to him without worry. Then, the young man took the poisoned dagger and the Dwarven sword, called Batom and prepared to meet the cripple in the Black Pepper Alley.
He had been looking forward to meeting the cripple called 'Roen' for some time, especially since he was eager to know if there were any follow-up quests for the Ring of the Wind Empress. From what he knew, the cripple had some connections with Braggs and those grey areas. Maybe he could even rely on the cripple to introduce him to those underground auction houses.
Batom's red beard was too eye-catching, so the two of them put on a cloak to conceal themselves and left the house. Brando didn't see the merchant lady who said she would follow him. He didn't know where she had gone on her 'adventure' again.
But just as he pulled down the edge of his hood, he heard Batom say from behind.
"Master Knight, I thought about it and felt that your method was not reliable enough."
"What?" Brando hid the Elven sword under his cloak and turned around to ask.
"There were many refugees who saw us. Although you told them to keep their mouths shut, but when there are more of them, there will be more of them. It's hard to guarantee that there aren't people with bad intentions among them. " Batom put his beard under his hood, looked left and right, and answered carefully.
"This isn't a secret, but the nobles only want a result. If I don't show off, they will be more than happy to see it happen. "Brando thought for a while and answered," And what I need is a period of time without being noticed, Batom. "
"But I still feel that we should have kept those refugees."
Brando smiled. That was the truth of this guy's words. He shook his head and said, "Gathering the refugees openly would attract too much jealousy. Besides, not everyone is willing to follow us. Batom, people will grasp at straws when they are in trouble, but they won't hold on to them all the time. "
Batom nodded, but in his heart, he was somewhat disapproving. He thought that there might be a better way. Judging from Brando's way of doing things, Brando had always been by the young Knight's side. Of course, he could tell that Brando was ambitious. Therefore, he hoped that Brando would pay more attention to the cultivation of his own strength.
However, that was not what Brando was thinking about. He was more worried about attracting the attention of All For One. There were not many people who had seen him in Fortress Riedon who were still alive, but if he performed too well, it would inevitably arouse suspicion.
However, when he killed the White Knight, he only had a few close friends with him. This was his biggest reliance. Most people would find it hard to take a Black Iron-ranked player like him seriously.
But no matter what, there was still time. As long as he quickly grew stronger, All For One would be nothing more than a ghost hiding in the dark.
Black Pepper Alley was one of the biggest slums in Braggs.
In Brando's memory, this was not the first time he had come to this place where dirty water flowed and rats ran around the streets. But no matter what, under the hot summer weather, the stench that lingered around his nose made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
On the contrary, Batom looked extremely natural. Mercenaries like them who were part of the gray crowd were originally frequent visitors to this place. Brando knew that there were many dirty businesses hidden in the darkness of this alley. There were hyena-like bounty hunters and vulgar low-class prostitutes. Mercenaries, thieves and illegal merchants mingled in this place. It was as if this place was born to give birth to the smell of crime and corruption.
But in this place, among the poor people, one could occasionally see the most sincere scene between people.
The young man was unable to evaluate this place, and had no intention of doing so. He saw the children wearing dirty clothes carefully avoiding him, and then hiding on both sides while greedily looking in his direction. He also saw the gazes around him that seemed to harbor ill intentions. He subconsciously raised his vigilance.
Brando stopped in front of an old wooden door. He raised his head and saw the triangular mark on the crossbeam. After confirming that this was the cripple's house, he knocked on the door.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The wooden door looked like it was about to split open at any moment. A layer of dust fell from the top.
Batom couldn't help but frown and said, "It's hard to imagine that there would be people living in this place. I've seen the people of Lunshik in the slums of Kovima, and I've never seen such a shabby place. Do you know, my lord, those people are already like cavemen — "
But before he could finish, the door under Brando's hand opened with a creak. The mercenary could only open his mouth and swallow the rest of his words back into his stomach.
A sinister gaze fell on Batom from behind the door. After a moment, a hoarse voice spoke, "Brando? When did you return from Bucce? Oh right, you're actually not dead. That's really out of my expectations! "
"What good would it do you if I died, cripple?"
Brando replied coldly. He looked at the old man with a pointy mouth and monkey-like cheeks. The few strands of hair on the old man's head seemed to have all fallen off because he spent all his time scheming against others.
However, the cripple didn't seem to be tired of it. He laughed in a low voice and stared at the two of them with his triangular eyes that were more white than green. He said, "What's the matter, Brando? You're rich now? You brought me a new guest? "
Before Brando left Braggs, he pawned a lot of his personal belongings at the cripple's place. That was how he got involved with the cripple. The cripple had always been drooling over the oil painting in Brando's grandfather's house. In fact, Brando didn't know how the cripple knew about it.
The young man glanced at the cripple. The sharpness in his eyes made the cripple shrink back.
"You … seem a little different, Brando." The old man hesitated.
"After going through so much, everyone will change," Brando replied, but he didn't want to talk too much nonsense. Instead, he asked directly, "Do you still want my grandfather's oil painting?"
The cripple was startled. His small triangular eyes immediately lit up. "Of course, of course. What's the matter? You brought it? Brando? "
But before he could finish his words, he felt a sword shining with cold light at his neck. The man who spent all his time as a loan shark and scheming against others couldn't help but tremble. His legs went soft.
"I don't have much patience. Tell me if my grandfather's oil painting was stolen by your people," Brando asked coldly. He stared at the man, his eyes emitting a cold light.
Batom turned around and saw a few people turning around to run away. He picked up a few stones from the ground and threw them at them. He immediately beat them up until they were crying for their parents. Then he waved to Brendel and rushed over to the other side.
The cripple saw this scene and felt even more uncertain. He couldn't help but scream, "Brando, listen to me. Of course it wasn't me. How would I dare to offend … "
He suddenly realized that something was wrong and quickly shut his mouth: "Brendel, you know me, even though I don't wake up early if there are no benefits. Although I don't have any benefits, I won't break the rules. "
Brendel glanced at him and saw that his small triangular eyes were constantly moving around, and he knew that this guy had realized what was going on. He couldn't really kill him. Although he was a little disappointed, he still let go of the sword. "I accept your explanation. Let's talk about other business."
"Other business? Brando, I can't take it if you do this kind of business a few more times. " The cripple touched his neck as if to confirm that his head was still there. He couldn't help but say this with lingering fear.
"Hmph, I lost that thing. My old man wants my life, so I have no choice but to take yours. "Brendel's reply was half true and half false.
The cripple hurriedly denied, "I know, I know. Don't worry, I'll help you find out about this." However, although he said this, he was cursing in his heart. Who was so bold as to break the rules and touch that thing?
He couldn't help but look at Brando's hand, but it was empty as he thought.
He thought for a moment and asked, "Speaking of your old man, Brando. I'm afraid your family is asking about you. Don't you want to go back and see? "
Brando glanced at him. "I don't dare for now. I'll talk about it after I find it." Although he said this, he was afraid that he would bring trouble to his family if he went back. After all, this was an eventful period. It was better to endure it first.
Thinking of his father, Brando couldn't help but sigh. Although he had another half of his soul, the original soul in his body was echoing this feeling.
"Okay." The cripple seemed to confirm that Brando really wouldn't trouble him, then he continued, "What kind of business do you want to do, Brando?"
"I need money urgently. I want to sell some good things." Brando glanced at the cripple, thinking that to deal with this kind of guy who bullies the weak and fears the strong, it was just like what Retto said. It was better to show him who was in charge first. "Of course, don't think about using the same trick you used to deal with me. I'm telling you, cripple, I'm no longer the Brando of the past."
As expected, the cripple shrank his neck.
"Don't worry, I won't pursue the things I pawned to you in the past. But this time, if you play tricks again, it won't be so easy." The young man threw a money bag at the cripple's feet. "I only need your referral. The reward is the same as before. In addition, I have two things I need your help with."
"Say it, say it," the cripple replied hurriedly.
"The first thing is to help me find a person. A woman in her thirties, with purple hair and eyes that are very rare in this area. If you have news of her within a week, immediately come to the 'Lagonboon' market to find me. "
The cripple nodded hurriedly when he heard it. He thought for a moment, but then he shook his head as if he had never seen such a person before.
Brando didn't expect him to have news immediately, so he said, "The second thing is that I'm looking for another person. There used to be a small noble in this area called Borg Nathan. You're the most famous local snake in Braggs. You must know such a fallen noble, right? "
When the cripple heard it, he hesitated for a moment and replied, "Brando, I think I've heard of this name before, but he disappeared a few years ago."
"It doesn't matter. I'm looking for his wife."
"Wife?"
"That's right. His wife and his daughter. Where do they live?"
"His wife passed away two years ago. I know his daughter. She lives not far from here. Brando, is this person your relative? "The cripple couldn't help but ask curiously.
Unexpectedly, this sentence caused the Elven sword to shake in front of him. The cripple shrank back, and Brando took the opportunity to put the sword back into the scabbard. He looked at the cripple and said, "You want to know?"
"No, Brando, there's no need to. I'll tell you how to get there. "The cripple immediately shook his head.
… …
(PS. The following is the original post that someone posted on LK.
[Stomach pain, cold, going out to eat, not eating for two days. Headache, stomach pain … Running away from home to rent a house.
Family helping to manage it … We're all intelligent creatures. Your readers aren't kindergarteners … There must be a reason for you to stop updating every time, and the reason is basically inexplicable.
It doesn't even match up … Lying is a skill. Practice it more.]
Looking at this post, I couldn't help but feel disgusted. It turns out that my insistence on writing every day with stomach pain is a lie in the eyes of some people! My insistence on writing when the internet is cut off is also a lie!
Damn, even if I want to find an excuse for being lazy, I have to be really lazy first. Everyone, calculate the number of words that Amber has written since he entered V. Not including today's update, there are 365,000 words. Excluding the 240,000 words in the public version, as of the 15th, there are 120,000 words in 15 days. That's an average of 8000 words a day.
This is called being lazy. Amber's writing is serious, but like many books, it's full of sloppiness. Everyone can see that.
Seeing my own efforts, my own pain being called worthless by some idiots, my own efforts being ignored, my own pain being called a lie, it's really painful to die.
Fortunately, these kinds of idiots are in the minority, and there are even more friends who are silently supporting me.
Thank you guys, you guys are the motivation for me to continue writing.
Here, I'm especially grateful to Frog Da and Blood Da for supporting and defending me in that post. You guys used evidence to slap some trolls in the face, it's really satisfying.
I sincerely hope that some trolls get out of this book, this book is in your way, please have some self-respect. It's Chinese New Year, don't be like me, whose stomach is so bloated that it's about to explode, and it's so painful that I can't even sleep.
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