The Tale of the Red Copper Dragon was such a bar. Its door was on the main street between Ponoa Market and the Traveler's Bridge. It was open all night and catered to mercenaries, adventurers, prostitutes, and merchants who sold goods of unknown origin.
If one could tolerate the messy atmosphere and vulgar slang, it was a good place to have fun. There was cheap ale, scantily clad waitresses, and enough food to fill one's stomach. One could drink all night and not spend a few copper coins. One could even whistle as much as one wanted without worrying about being thrown into the dungeon for a night.
However, Freya could not help but tremble a little when she approached the bar. The country girl held her sword tightly with both hands and her mind was filled with the tips that Brando gave her.
Her face was flushed red as she lowered her head and carefully walked through the crowd. She was so frightened that even her ponytail was drooping. Freya could not help but let her imagination run wild. What if someone suddenly molested her? Should she cut off his hand with her sword? Or should she stab him with her sword?
She stole a glance at the scantily clad waitresses. Her ears were burning. How could this be! It was shameless!
Freya held her sword with both hands and walked to the counter. The chubby bar owner looked at her from head to toe. "This is not a place for you, little girl."
Freya's face turned red. Only then did she realize that Brando was lying to her. She could not help but grit her teeth and clench her sword. However, she was too embarrassed to lose her temper in front of a stranger. But when she thought of her previous behavior, Freya could not help but lower her head. "Well, I'm here to ask about a person …"
Retto looked at the girl in front of him. Her head was almost touching the bar. He could not help but laugh. "A bar is a place to sell information. But little girl, we don't serve you for free!"
"I know. I'll pay. Please tell me."
"Well, who do you want to ask about?"
"Hood, the textile merchant from Bonoan Market."
"That guy, are you his relative from the countryside?"
Freya quickly shook her head. "No, someone just asked me to send a letter to him."
Retto shook his head, but at this time, a group of guards outside hurriedly passed by. He was keenly aware that the little girl in front of him had tensed imperceptibly. He had been a barkeeper for ten years, and his observation of body language was second to none in the neighbourhood. He smelled something unusual at once.
But what was even more dramatic was that the guard actually turned back after passing by. He shouted from outside the door, "Retto, by the way, did you see anyone suspicious?"
Retto lowered his head and saw that the girl was pretending to be calm in front of him, but she was so nervous that her fingers had turned white. He sighed and asked, "They're looking for you, right?"
Freya was shocked and subconsciously pressed down on the hilt of her sword.
"Don't be nervous. It's just a professional habit."
Freya was stunned. At this moment, her thoughts flashed like lightning, and she unexpectedly said, "I, I have money. Can you help me hide it?"
"One hundred Tor, do you have money?" Retto smiled. He had a mix of good and bad people here, and it was common for him to hide a fugitive. Besides, he liked this little girl.
One hundred Tor was one silver coin, so Freya quickly nodded.
When a few guards walked in from outside, Retto just happened to hide Freya in a wooden bucket behind the bar counter. None of the people in the bar had anything to do with the army, so naturally, no one stood out to identify them. Besides, each profession had its own rules. In a place like this where people from all walks of life mixed together, there were also rules that belonged to them.
This was the so-called gray area. The guards in the city would come to the bar to inquire about information, and so would the illegal merchants and thieves. They all knew of each other's existence, but they abided by the rules and would not fall out with each other in person.
This was the rule of the game.
However, while Retto thought this way, the inexperienced Freya was different. As soon as she hid in the dark wooden bucket, she regretted it. She could not help but say to herself, "Freya, oh Freya, have you never thought that others would betray you? You really can't do anything well. Are you still the captain of the third squad of Bucce's militia? "
She heard the bar owner chatting with the guards outside, and the nervousness in her heart was indescribable. She was afraid that they would suddenly open the lid and drag her out. Although she said nothing, she knew what would happen to her if she was caught.
But after a while, she heard someone knocking on the door outside. The voice said, "They've already left. Come out."
Freya opened the wooden bucket a little and saw that there was no one outside. She could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, but she saw that everyone in the bar was looking at her with a smile. Some people even raised their glasses to toast her.
"Good, a little girl dares to go against those guys from the army!"
"Come, cheers!"
Freya could not help but blush. She said to the bar owner: "Thank you."
"There's no need to thank me. I'll charge you a total of 110 Tor," the chubby owner said with a smile. He waved his hand and summoned a dark-skinned girl in a simple leather skirt. She had long braided hair and was wearing a simple leather skirt. "This is my daughter. Let her take you to Hood's house. By the way, little girl, let me give you a piece of advice. Don't run around alone at this time of night, where are your companions? "
Freya could not help but think of Brando. She wanted to be angry, but she could not bring herself to do so. She thought that Brendel had the intention of letting her come out to train herself, but when she thought about her previous performance, she felt nothing but shame.
She could not help but tighten her grip on her sword.
"I'm Sue." The girl looked at her and stretched out her hand: "I occasionally help my father look after this bar, but I'm free now, come with me."
"Thank you, I'm Freya."
*****
"Someone is trying to fish in troubled waters, my lord."
The Shire stared at the tall building in the distance and replied.
Brendel frowned. He did not expect there to be another faction in the city that did not belong to the two factions. The fire in the House of Nobles did not help him. Instead, it caused him a lot of trouble.
But the timing was not bad. He thought for a moment. The other party should at least be an insider, or at least know that they have escaped.
He thought back to the situation at that time. Perhaps it was one of the nobles. But who was it? What was the other party's goal? Brendel shook his head and threw these thoughts out of his mind. Even though he was a little unhappy about being used, he did not have the right to be unhappy about it as an insignificant person.
"I hope it won't cause too much trouble," he said: "But we don't need to be affected. It's good that someone is helping us. We just have to do our own things."
"But you haven't answered me yet. What are we going to do, my lord?" The Shire asked.
"Someone lent me a sword. Of course I'm going to get it back." Brando knew that King Oberg the Seventh was not a generous person, but he did not know how close the so-called King's vassal was.
"Who?"
"A count."
The Shire snorted: "I've never seen anyone more lawless than you, my lord. Do you really think the noose is not hard enough for your neck? "
"We are going to be hanged after escaping from the dungeon. If that's the case, why would we care if there is one or two nooses around our necks?" Brando could not help but laugh. To be honest, he was also very nervous. But he found that his squire was quite a humorous person.
"That's true. But what do you plan to do, my lord?"
"Attack from the front. Of course, the more noise the better."
The Shire could not help but look at Brando. Although he was talking and laughing freely, his pale face and pale hands revealed his nervousness. Even so, the other party was still calm and composed as he laid out his plan.
"What will happen if you die?" Brando thought for a moment and asked.
"Cards that die on the battlefield will naturally enter the graveyard. Before my lord has a way to get me out, I will stay there." The Shire replied.
"If that's the case, then I'll have to be careful."
Brando said as he calculated the time in his mind. After calculating the time he had, he raised his right hand for the gargoyle to grab.
The Shire raised his hand as well.
The two of them looked at each other and nodded. The gargoyle quickly soared into the sky. Under the cover of the night, it flew towards a small forest on top of a hill in Fortress Riedon.
The wind whistled in their ears. The Shire could not help but ask: "My lord, are you sure that a count will temporarily stay in a forest like this? And not the castle behind you? "
He was referring to the place where the Pine River and Weishi River intersected, the castle in the middle of the river.
"What did you say? The wind is too strong, I can't hear you?"
"I mean, my lord, are you flying in the wrong direction?"
"Me? Of course not. Did I say that I'm going to look for trouble with the count? "
"Then what are we going to do?"
"Of course we're going to level up! If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, understand? "
“Lvup？ Is this some kind of ancient language? "
"Nonsense! Let me tell you. In a game, there are three indicators that will always exist. They are skills, equipment, and stats. " Brando shouted in the wind: "When you look at these three indicators, there will always be one that can help you. If you become a great wizard one day, you must thank me for telling you this secret."
"Game?"
"Life is like a game, and a game is like life. Understand?"
"I barely understand. My lord, you're really unfathomable." The Shire said, but he did not know that flying in the air at night was so cold that his hands and feet were almost frozen.
Brando stared at the forest, thinking that he had at most 15 minutes.
*****
Inside Usong Castle.
The middle-aged man sat on the sofa and looked carefully for a long time, then put down the leaf-shaped sword in his hand. His expression did not change. He still had his cold expression, but the coldness in his eyes became more obvious.
"What do you think?" The figure behind him asked.
"This should be the sword. I don't know how that young man got it. But no matter what, he must disappear from this world. But the two women beside him are not bad, I like them. "
"A little love won't hurt the big picture, but it's important not to delay the main business."
"If I don't give them a hint, those short-sighted fools will not think of using my name to do things. However, since they were the ones who killed him, it doesn't matter if we try to curry favor or flatter them, no one will suspect us. We just need to make everything look reasonable. As for personal reputation, when do we care about that? "
The middle-aged man's thin lips curled into a cold smile: "You said it yourself, a little love won't hurt the big picture."
The figure smiled and looked back at the sword: "Do you see any clues?"
The middle-aged man shook his head: "It's not that easy."
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