87_87643 Carney apparently didn't expect Morriel to ask for a piece of the pie so bluntly.

She stared at Moriel's beautiful brown eyes with her glass, trying to see something out of them, but she couldn't find anything. When it comes to concealing the secrets of his heart, a red-robed mage who specializes in prophecy can be said to be incomparable.

Forty-seven also changed his posture. He put his hand on the arm of the couch and patted it gently, no longer looking around, his coal-like gaze sweeping over Kanie and Nancy's faces. Morrill was thrilled by this remark, a scene that resembled the gang negotiations he had witnessed many times in the movies but had never been a part of. There were no gangs in his original time, and they were either wiped out or became supercorporations that controlled a planet or even a galaxy. Movies and animations are mostly confined to archives, where people are looking for thrills either in reality or in virtual reality, and at some point a weapon of killing like Forty-Seven will appear and destroy an entire colonial city due to the oligarchs' conflicting interests, or simply launch a nuclear bomb and blow everything to pieces. Forty-seven waited, for the outcome of the negotiations, or for the next big fight after the kind of negotiations that he thought were almost certain to break down.

Cannie shifted uneasily, her movements subtle, but Morriel could see it.

"Carney, this may be a presumptuous request. Morriel took the initiative to pick up the bottle and filled it for the female dwarf: "But you know, I have been away from the Red Robe Mage Association for some years, and I have very little contact with you. And with my local mentor Isabella......"

At the mention of Isabella's name, Morriel felt a shudder of disgust all over his body—as if countless cockroaches had suddenly crawled on him. But she did a good job of hiding it and didn't reveal it to Carney: "It's no secret that Isabella, my former mentor, had a bad relationship. ”

"I came to Deepstream because I was looking for a girl...... Hmmm......" Morriel deliberately hesitated, putting this kind of affection just right: "It's my apprentice." She stole one of my precious magical items and ran away...... Ahem, you know that kind of thing. ”

"Oh, Morriel. Is it true that you took in your own apprenticeship after the red-robed mage would run away?" Karney laughed with interest: "Your personality is really similar to Teacher Isabella...... Hey, are you going to catch the disobedient kitten, I can help you!"

Morriel shook his head, "No. Cani, it's not that simple. I do need your help...... So I want to do the magic drug business with you. If you're involved in the drug trade, you should have access to some of the Deepstream's underground forces, so I think it's a good choice to be your partner. You're also connected to the Order of the Darksun, aren't you?, Kani, listen to me. I don't think I should work with them...... Ciric's minions are not good trading partners. ”

Carney soon realized that she had no choice. According to the mage's intuition, she could feel that Moriel was now a much more powerful mage than herself, and she had a broader grasp of the magic net. Going deeper, this is a very direct and simple division of status for the red-robed mage - the strong are respected.

"Welcome, Moriel!" Kanie got up from the couch and walked over and hugged Moriel, "It's great that you can help me, so I don't have to look at Jia Li in the future, and get angry with those damn paladin bitches all day! Do you know how much that mad woman's raid cost me tonight?"

"But Morriel...... I can't help working with the Shirek. But in a moment, the female had a sad expression on her face, and she stood no taller than Moriel sits: "Although I don't know very well. But now that the lords of Deepstream City have stepped up their cooperation with those paladins, I have suffered a very severe loss several times...... I need the underground network of the Church of Shirek, except for these servants of the dark sun. It's hard for other organizations to eat my goods and disperse, Moriel, I know you don't have a good impression of these lawless guys, and I've heard a little bit about some things, but you have to be considerate of me. It's hard for me to do it, so. I'm afraid ......"

"What do you think drugs are, Carney?" Morrill asked suddenly.

"What are drugs?" Karney was a little puzzled......, "What else could a drug be?

"Drugs are a luxury. Morriel patiently said, "Only the really boring Monopoly who doesn't know what to do well can enjoy the pleasure of drugs...... And it won't get us in trouble. Kani, if a mage doesn't prepare the right materials for casting spells, and can't write spells on a special scroll with special ink, then he will soon die because of the angry feedback of the magic power caused by indiscriminately disturbing the magic web, have you never seen this kind of tragedy? Why? Because there are conditions for casting magic, and if we pay the right price, we can use magic correctly and harness its power, otherwise we will inevitably set ourselves on fire...... It's the same with drugs. If you don't have money, don't touch drugs. It is the enjoyment of the few, just as the caster is always a minority. How much profit can you make from those dockers and precarious adventurers? They have a hard time even smoking some devil grass every day! When these guys have no money and lack self-control, then they will make trouble for drugs. Brawls, robberies, and even human lives for it, and if you have them as your main guests, then you have to ensure a very large consumer group, and so many people are immersed in magical drugs, and only one part of them will cause trouble and disrupt the order...... How could it not be subjected to Deep Streams

What about the severity of our crackdowns?"

"Kani, when it comes to the drug business, the red-robed mage's strategy of selling large quantities of cheap magical items won't work, you have to master the best of the best. Liars, robbers, thugs, killers, sadists, who take pleasure in spreading confusion and fear, who have the greatest happiness to see the suffering of others, who don't care at all what kind of business is best. They only use drugs as a tool to control poor people, and they don't understand the importance of balance and order, so how can they seriously protect your interests! If there were fewer Sheric followers in this world, life would be better. ”

Forty-seven seldom heard Morriel's tirade. The mage now looks very charming—as wise and discerning as a politician who promotes genocide, and if Forty-Seven had been a little more knowledgeable, she might have been described as "the devil of the nine hells."

Kani was still hesitant: "But Jia Li's relationship with the Merchant Alliance of Deep Stream City has always been very tight, not to mention me, even other red-robed mages are difficult to interfere...... And I just negotiated a big deal with the Shirek church, and it was very profitable. If I lose it, I'll be in a difficult position in the stronghold......"

"I'll help you negotiate this deal. Forty-seven, who suddenly interjected, caused the three women in the room to turn their eyes to him: "When the time comes, I will go with you—believe me, the profits will be greater...... Very big. ”

Morrill was the first to come to his senses and smiled at Kani.

"Yes, I think the profit will be very large. ”

When Chloe opened her eyes, it was still completely dark.

I don't know why, the more comfortable she is in bed, the worse the swordswoman sleeps, and she seems to have had nightmares all night last night. However, when I tried to recall it in the morning, I couldn't remember a single fragment, only that my head was slightly swollen, and my eyes were so dry that Chloe jumped out of bed and did a few beautiful somersaults in the room wearing only her underwear - she had to adjust it in time, and if she continued like this, she was afraid that she would die before she grew old.

In fact, the owner of the house, the hospitable fat merchant, was to blame. Stinky man. Morriel and Forty-Seven went to the stronghold of the red-robed mage last night and never returned, but the red-robed mage sent another message saying that they were going to stay in the stronghold, and Chloe was not worried about their safety. With the character of the forty-seven guy, even if Ciric came to deal with him in person, it was estimated that he would make a lot of trouble. So for a long time, from dinner to bedtime, Chloe was left alone to endure Frey's tirade that gushed like the waters of the Tarnoli River. From the cooking of dishes to the customs of various ethnic groups, from the travel to the local products, from the appreciation of treasures to the experience of doing business. From war confrontation to religious beliefs, it sounds like this businessman is like a super history book that has been recording everything since the dawn of the world, and there is nothing he doesn't know.

Whoever was noisy all night. I probably won't get a good night's sleep after that. Chloe even thinks that with her eloquence, she is definitely qualified to negotiate terms with the Nine Hells. She had even hoped that Simon would be there, so that Frey would focus on Simon's treacherous abduction, and she would not have to be so serious, at least not so serious, to listen to her master's chatter - where did Simon's boy go?

The female swordsman moved for a moment, her joints making a slight rattle as she stretched, making Chloe feel much better. By the time she walked out of the bedroom, the first rays of morning light had just shone on the spire of the tallest building in Deep Flow.

"Good morning, Miss Chloe, how was your sleep last night?"

Chloe was surprised when she found Freys, who was eating morning tea alone on a two-seater sofa in the living room, but she didn't expect the fat businessman to get up so early.

"Very good, your hospitality is so attentive, I feel a little embarrassed. Chloe replied against her will, and walked over and sat down on the sofa next to her, and immediately a servant brought drinks and refreshments, enough for Chloe to eat for a day, not to mention a variety of pastries, and even a variety of drinks were available at will, rice wine, black tea, juice, milk, and pure water with ice...... What the hell, who drinks ice water on this cold day?

"You're up early, I'm ......," Chloe swallowed back the second half of the sentence, "I thought I'd sleep until noon at your size," after all, eating and drinking from other people's food, and having a friendship with Frey was actually only forty-seven—she decided to sit a little less and go out into the streets for a day, until Morriel and they returned, and never again the verbal bombardment of last night.

"Hehe, merchant. No profit can not afford to be early. It's hard," Frey sighed as if overwhelmed, but Chloe felt that he was choking on a whole bite of pastry: "Needless to say, I have to go out and eat and sleep in the open air, and I finally have to deal with the daily work of the Chamber of Commerce when I finally get home, this and that, all kinds of trivial things come to bother me, even the missing box of ale will make trouble, you say, just such a broken box of wine." Is it worth all the noise about it......"

Not again. Chloe quickly intercepted him and prepared to leave: "Mr. Freys, this is my first time in Deep Streams. I'm going to go out on the streets in a while, and it's a shame not to see such a bustling big city. ”

Frey's bitter face suddenly stretched out and put it down

"Oh, look at me, I forgot about this—damn I should have gone out to do something. Why don't you just take my carriage and introduce you to the famous scenery of Waterdeep City along the way......"

Now Chloe doesn't mention how much she regrets it.

When I walked outside the gate, the new and luxurious carriage had stopped in the small square, and even the horse's chews glistened in the morning light. Two sturdy bodyguards stood behind the carriage and pedaled on it, and sitting in the driver's seat next to the servant Mann was a dejected Simon.

"Good morning, Mr. Freys, Miss Chloe. "See them. Simon said yes listlessly.

Frey puffed out her cheeks and didn't say anything, and boarded the carriage directly, while Chloe shrugged her shoulders at Simon. She had almost guessed why the fat merchant had invited her to come along. If Frey wanted to confiscate Simon's ship, then it was necessary to prevent Simon and his crew from playing scoundrels, although a glance could scare them into peeing their pants Forty-Seven, but bringing himself would also be an effective deterrent to the sailors who were about to lose their jobs, and the fat merchant would really be able to catch strong men - Chloe didn't know. It's not the first time Frey has done this.

The carriage traveled fairly smoothly, and it was not long before it left the city and entered the docklands, heading south along the long street of the dock market. Eventually, we came to a small and quiet dock, which belonged to Freys's private dock, and it was the repaired Hermit Crab that was now docked here - Deep Stream was indeed the largest port in the north, and it was surprisingly efficient.

Frey pushed the reluctant Simon: "Don't rub it off! The Northern Business Alliance has already approved my application, and I have obtained the ruling, and your broken ship is now my property!"

"Verdict...... Who knows if you stamped it yourself. Simon muttered, but had no choice but to get off the bus and stand on the side.

The crew of the hermit crabs were already impatient, and they were arguing and shouting under the watchful eye of the Chamber of Commerce's guards. Not long after they came ashore, they were detained and locked up in a small black room here, where they couldn't see the ale and the dancing girls, let alone brag to others about their thrilling experience, how could they stand it?

"We're free sailors!Why are we being detained!How can Deepriver treat navigators like this?Captain Simon, what's going on?" As soon as they saw Freys, the sailors, led by the second mate, immediately clamored loudly, and only Rohr remained silent with a calm face—he knew that it must have something to do with their good captain.

"Voyager, I look more like a pirate...... "Freiss muttered, looking at his servant Mann. Mann immediately stepped forward, pulled a scroll of paper from his bosom, unfolded it, and read it aloud, including that the Hermit Crab was owned by Freys, and that the crew members were now employees of Freys and had to work for him because of the debt owed by the former captain.

Chloe listened to the arbitration resolution of the Chamber of Commerce Alliance, and deeply felt that this business was too dark.

The sailors cursed, half against Simon, who constantly brought them bad luck, and the other half at the black-hearted fat merchant.

"The Hermit Crab can't be handed over to you!Fat Maggot!" Probably because of the test of the Maelstrom and Fish-Man Island, these sailors who escaped death were much stronger in terms of courage and will, and they quickly reached a consensus: "Who said that the Hermit Crab is Simon's!"

"That's right! That Simon guy doesn't have anything, and he's not our captain! He's only at the helm of the Hermit Crab!"

"The Hermit Crab was snatched back from our birth and death! Dead fatty, don't try to steal our ship! Don't believe me, ask Miss Chloe next to you!"

"Ahem!ahem!" Flers looked like the situation was a little out of control, although there were only a dozen sailors, but it was not good if the matter was too big, he coughed violently twice: "The ruling of the Chamber of Commerce Alliance is fair! Simon also admitted it himself, he owns the property rights of this ship! You are just sailors, who has heard that sailors own a ship? Don't quibble!" Of course, in the order of my magnanimity, I will give reasonable consideration to the time of your servitude, gentlemen, and since you have been on the ship of this swindler and have become his sailors, you must be liable with him!

"Wait! I can prove that this ship is not Simon's, and he is not the owner either!" suddenly a voice came from the sailor.

As he spoke, the thin Twenty-Six stepped out and stood at the front: "This ship belongs to the honorable Iron Guest Forty-Seven! We were shipwrecked at sea, and the Hermit Crab was nearby—the first to board this ownerless ship was Mr. Forty-Seven!"

Twenty-six straightened his waist: "According to the custom of the sea, since Mr. Forty-Seven was the first to board the Hermit Crab without a shipowner, then the Hermit Crab is naturally his—he is not a crew member like us! Since it was he and his Hermit Crab who saved us, we are sailors on the Hermit Crab to work for Mr. Forty-Seven, Mr. Merchant, you are not qualified to detain us!" It's true that Captain Simon was our captain and my master, but he has lost that power since his first day on the Hermit Crab!

"I-" Frey looked at Twenty-Six, who had a stalk around his neck, and was speechless in an extremely rare way. Grab forty-seven things?

"Oh, who's going to rob me of something?" a metallic voice from behind him immediately made him completely wilt