Bringing Tasa to a small house on the second floor of the tavern, the strong man instructed the bartender to continue cleaning, then closed the door. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It is a place for customers with special needs, and only twenty-five bronze eagles are accepted in one night, so the setting is not very elegant. There was an unpleasant musty smell on the small bed, and the bedding was crumpled, as if it hadn't been washed and dried for a long time. A corner of the cracked wooden table was missing, and the cracks were stuffed with black flocculents, and the top looked greasy and dirty. But Tasa didn't bother to care, he sat on the edge of the bed, quietly waiting for the other party to speak.

"It's been a long time," said the strong man, grinning, "why haven't you even come to the tavern since Lord Najib took your place? ”

His nickname is Black Hammer, the caretaker of the "Trumpeter Underground" tavern, and a member of the Skull Fingers. It sounds scary, but it's just one of the many rats in the black street of the royal capital. The rats formed gangs, divided the territory, and formed large and loose organizations according to the different businesses they operated. Behind these underground organizations are more or less the shadows of big nobles or wealthy merchants, and Skull Fingers is no exception. But unlike domestic dogs, most rats do not choose to be loyal to a particular person, and can do things for anyone as long as they have an interest.

"Without further ado," said Tassa bluntly, "you call Sylvie and the Swineherd, the Silver Ring, and the clay pot in the evening, and I've got something to arrange in this tavern." ”

"These are all underground trumpeters," Blackhammer was stunned, "and they're enough?"

"I said, it's good business. He shrugged, "For the sake of the things you've done for me, I came to you on purpose." ”

According to the usual steps when dealing with the black street, you must first find the person who connects you, and then the other party will judge whether to take the task. Once the two have agreed, the connector will delegate the task to the right person and charge a fee. Of course, there is no contractual or written proof of this process, and it is completely unknown whether it will ultimately achieve the results expected by the employer. Generally speaking, the more well-known an organization is, the more concerned it is about its credibility, and the commission fee is higher, while the new organization has a lower fee, but it is easy to end up in a situation where both people and money are empty. These rats and the city patrol form a delicate balance, and together they maintain the apparent order of the royal capital.

Before entering the palace as a palace guard, Tassar served on the patrol, responsible for handing over matters that were inconvenient for the light to be handled by the Dark Street organizations. Therefore, he is clear about the most powerful rat colonies in the royal capital, and he also saves time dealing with connectors. As for the reason for choosing the skull fingers, it's simply because they're not completely broken.

"May I ask, who are you doing for now?" asked Black Hammer, after a moment's hesitation.

Tasa didn't answer, but stuck out his thumb and pointed in the direction of the palace behind him.

Whether it's a patrol or a rat, most people only know that he became a janissaries, but they don't know that he was not long after he was selected by Wimbledon III to be the personal guard of the fourth prince, and went to the border town with His Royal Highness the prince. During the six months they had been gone, they should have thought they had been staying in the court. Besides, he was pointing in the direction of the palace, not lying - Tyfeco was not the only one in the royal family, Roland Wimbledon was also a member of the royal family.

"I see," he nodded, "but Sylvie and the Swineherd are gone, can I pick my own men?"

"What's wrong with them?"

"Dead. "Last winter, they clashed with the people of Dream Water, and they sold poppies and sleeping ferns to the territory of the northern city, and Casas led the group to drive them back. Sylvie was stabbed in the neck, and the bleeding could not be stopped, and the swineherd was filled in the canal. ”

Tasa frowned, this kind of thing the patrol team didn't pay attention to at all, and even deliberately provoked the rats to bite each other every once in a while, in order to control their strength and numbers, as for the dead, no one would care. "That's fine, but remember, it has to be someone in the tavern. ”

......

After leaving the underground trumpeter, Tasa took a deep breath.

The smell of decay and dampness in the tavern made him sick to his stomach, and it wasn't until the hot air poured into his lungs that the cloudy and dreary feeling dispelled it a little.

Although Blackhammer graciously invited him to wait in the tavern and declared that he would serve him the best wine, Tasa was unwilling to stay in a small place for too long. If something happens, he can't notice anything unusual in the first place.

Then he decided to go to the inner city and find a reliable inn to book a room for tonight, as for the soldiers of the First Army, they were already very skilled in setting up camp at night, and there was no need to worry about it.

After nightfall, Tasa returned to the trumpeter underground.

By this time, the tavern was open as normal, and customers came and went from time to time, so he watched in the dark for a while before following a drinker into the house.

As a low-end tavern in the outer city, most of the people who come here to drink are civilians, and the drinks are all cheap and low-quality ale, and ten copper eagles can drink several large bowls in a row. Amid the cacophony of voices, he quickly found Blackhammer's men, who were sitting around a partition against the wall, with a white phalanx beside the table.

Tasa walked over quietly, and immediately someone gave way to his place.

"Good evening, my lord," the silver ring and clay pot nodded in salute.

"I'll introduce you to these two, she's Littlefinger," Blackhammer patted the little dot next to him, and then pointed to the young man beside her, "Hill Fox, who only recently joined the Skull Fingers. ”

"Fawkes?" Tassa looked at the other, who bowed his head a little reservedly.

"There are very few guys with all the surnames in our business," Black Hammer laughed, "He lost all his gambling, his wife ran away with someone, and even sold his house, so he had to join the black street." Rest assured, he used to live in Beicheng District and occasionally patronized the underground trumpeter. ”

The silver ring and the clay pot were old acquaintances, and Littlefinger looked like a normal wanderer, but this Hill Fawkes, Tasa thought it was a little strange...... His appearance and expression did resemble that of a lost man who had become emaciated after the blow of upheaval, but there was something indescribable in his eyes, like ...... He thought about it, but couldn't get an accurate answer after all.

Well, since I live in the North District and am an acquaintance of the tavern, it shouldn't be a big problem. And the first task he had to accomplish was to transport the fugitives without any risk.

"Listen, it's not complicated. I don't want to see the number of fugitives in the east continue to increase, and the food for relief is decreasing every day, and if this continues, the riot will happen sooner or later, and it will be much trickier to deal with it at that time, so I have to find a way to get them out of the royal capital. ”

"What do you need us to do?" asked Blackhammer.

"Quite simply, spread the word that the wasteland is being reclaimed in the West, that the local lords are willing to accept the fugitives, and that the escort mercenaries and convoys have set off and will arrive at the canal docks in three days. What you have to do is spread this message to those fools outside the city, and the details are free to add, the more real the better. ”

"But...... If there were no mercenaries and fleets at that time, it would be useless to talk about it. Silver Ring said.

"Of course there will be," Tasa smiled.

"Huh?" he was stunned, "is there really a Lord of the Westlands who wants to accept them?"

"You idiot," Black Hammer slapped him in the head, "Naturally, the acting has to be done in full, and after being transported to the West, they can walk back to the king on two legs? He looked at Tassa, "It's not a tricky task, but it's ...... reward."

Tasa held out two fingers, "Twice." My new employer is no match for the patrol, he just wants to see the results as soon as possible, and the golden dragon doesn't mean much to him. He smiled slightly, "I told you that this is good business." (To be continued.) )