There are about 700 patrol members in City I, divided into six teams who take turns responsible for public security. Their strength is not very strong, but under normal circumstances no one is willing to conflict with them, otherwise they will be wanted by the entire mercenary guild. "
"Should the Brothers Alliance Mercenary Group and Wind and Thunder Mercenary Group reach out to the patrol now?" An Fei asked calmly.
"It's not clear. Although we have been operating here for decades, we still have no access to this core secret." Black Eleven smiled: "We'd better go there quickly. Staying too long will arouse suspicion. .”
At this moment, a man in his forties rushed towards the patrol team while crying. Several patrol members stopped him at the door and threw the man unceremoniously onto the street.
"Oh my god..." The man sat on the street and cried at the top of his lungs: "Why doesn't anyone give me justice? Why...beasts! They are all beasts!"
"What happened?"
"A little dispute, are you interested?" Black Eleven asked.
"Idle time is idle." An Fei shrugged.
"An Fei, if you have nothing to do, you might as well..."
"I don't want to repeat it again!" An Fei's expression suddenly turned cold: "Suzanne told me that with my strength and hers, even five Griffin Knights can't deal with it. I don't want to die in vain!"
"An Fei, we can also use wisdom, relying on your mind..."
"When the difference in strength is too great, the cleverness will become extremely ridiculous. No matter how smart the chicken is, it is impossible to kill a manticore. I think you also understand this truth!"
Black Eleven was silent for a moment, sighed, lifted the curtain and said something to the coachman. The coachman stopped the carriage and ran into the crowd of spectators.
Not long after, the coachman came back. What happened was very simple. On the way back to Baishan City with the caravan, the man's son suddenly encountered a frightened three-eyed demon while defecating in the wild. The bull rushed past. In order to avoid the three-eyed demon bull, he rolled into a crack in the ground about two meters deep. In the crack, he picked up a black box made of demon crystal, which contained five pieces of high-grade products. Magic crystal!
This was a very lucky thing. Based on his salary, even if he worked for five hundred years without eating or drinking, he still wouldn't be able to afford these five high-grade magic crystals. But after he drunkenly leaked the secret, he was lucky. Unfortunately, a guy from the famous Yunhai Chamber of Commerce heard the secret and reported it to the president of the chamber of commerce, Erlanga. In the early morning of the next day, the man's son was arrested by someone sent by the Yunhai Chamber of Commerce. At the same time, the black box made of demon crystal was also confiscated.
The man ran to the patrol several times to complain, but Erlanga had already come to report the case. He said that he had lost a black box made of magic crystals. There were five high-grade magic crystals in the box. The most important thing was that he had lost a black box. Yes, Erlanga could clearly describe all the details of the pattern on the black box, and could even tell the flaws of the magic crystal. However, when the patrol interrogated the man and his son, they were hesitant and sometimes confused. The pattern was described wrongly, and the patrol finally determined that the high-grade magic crystal and the black box belonged to Erlanga, and instead put the man's son in prison.
After hearing this, Black Eleven couldn't help but sneer: "Erlanga is tricking people again!"
"Why do you say that? It's possible that that man is causing trouble."
"You don't know Erlanga's background. If he wasn't forced into a desperate situation, no ordinary person would dare to fight against Erlanga!"
"background?"
"Erlanga has two good daughters, and they are married to two leading figures in the Fenglei Mercenary Group. It can be said that the Yunhai Chamber of Commerce is a chamber of commerce that is strongly supported by the Fenglei Mercenary Group." Black Eleven showed a sarcastic look: "In normal times, the patrol team would be more serious, but now... it is too sensitive. The rules of the mercenary country have been broken by Mouritao. No one can predict how things will develop, which has angered the powerful The Wind and Thunder Mercenary Group is definitely not a good thing, so they turned a blind eye and judged the case indiscriminately."
"I feel like you are a little cynical. This kind of emotion is of no benefit." An Fei said lightly.
Black Eleven showed a bitter smile: "You don't know, I own a total of five hotels, two cloth shops, two blacksmith shops, and some other businesses. I have been blackmailed by Erlanga several times. I am very disgusted. Him! In fact, the business of the Yunhai Chamber of Commerce is very good. The Fenglei Mercenary Group has found a few capable people for Erlanga to take care of the business. Erlanga does not have to do anything. He can just sit at home and count money every day. But He always tries to hurt people over trivial things, it’s really hard to understand!”
"Money doesn't bite your hand." An Fei lifted the car curtain and glanced at the man outside who was still crying loudly: "Let's change the topic. This kind of thing has no meaning to you or me."
"What are you talking about? Tell me about that He Na?" Black Eleven took a breath. He also noticed that he was a little excited, but he couldn't blame him completely. He hated Erlanga deeply. If it weren't for his body, Carrying a heavy responsibility and not wanting to get into unnecessary trouble, he might really use his power to deal with Erlanga.
"Ha Na?"
"You asked me to investigate
people. Black Eleven smiled and said: "That is a famous and beautiful beauty in Baishan City. Many people have slept with her, and she has also slept with many people." "
"Have you slept in her bed too? Or has she slept in your bed?"
"No...no!" Black Eleven couldn't help but glance at An Fei: "What are you thinking about!"
"Listening to what you said so vividly, I thought you had also been her temporary husband."
"I don't have that kind of elegance." Black Eleven curled his lips and said, "It's you..."
"What's wrong with me?"
"You asked me to investigate her secretly, which shows that you are very interested in her."
"So what? Are you jealous of me?"
"I...how could I meet someone like you!" Black Eleven was truly speechless.
"Go forward and see how long the people behind you can follow." An Fei said slowly.
Black Eleven gently knocked on the carriage. During the slight shaking, he hesitated and said in a very low voice: "An Fei, there are some things we need to talk openly and honestly."
"You tell me and I listen." An Fei nodded.
"Remember the Black Ghost? Was he killed by you?"
An Fei was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yes, why are you talking about this suddenly?"
"Thank you for your honesty." Black Eleven breathed a sigh of relief: "Actually, His Majesty has suspected you for a long time."
"oh?"
"Actually, it's very simple. Neither Saul nor Ernest took action. Our spies investigated everyone who stayed at the Rose House Hotel that day, including the boss and the maid. No one among them could threaten the black ghost! Come to think of it. We want to go, but we found that we missed one person, and that’s you!”
An Fei said nothing, just listened quietly.
"While we are investigating you, the people from the magic fog are also investigating you. I don't know why, but they are very interested in you."
"Magic mist?" An Fei frowned.
"Magic Mist is a very secretive and very powerful organization, and Black Ghost is their killer."
"Your Majesty asked you to convey these words to me?"
"Yes, His Majesty asked you to be careful of the people in the magic mist!" Black Eleven nodded: "Also, Your Majesty said that he will keep these things a secret for you and will never let anyone know! But it won't be right if this continues. Solution, His Majesty hopes that you can communicate with Master Sol as soon as possible to avoid misunderstandings in the future."
"I understand." An Fei smiled. He does understand that what he did in Blackwater City has been approved by Julande, which is why Black Eleven came to such a show.
First of all, Yolande was hinting to himself that he was not a monarch who could be fooled. Before he was aware of it, Yolande was already doubting himself. The person who warned himself to be careful of the magic fog should have got some rumors, or there is a base of magic fog in Baishan City, and he and the people of the magic fog may conflict. He warned himself to be careful in advance. This is what Yolande is saying. His concern.
An Fei did not escape alone after the accident. Instead, he brought a large family with him. Julande may not be clear about what happened on the road, but Julande must be well aware of what happened in Blackwater City, and any dangerous actions will be avoided. It is up to him and Susanna to carry out the execution and keep everyone in a relatively safe place. It is not difficult for some scheming people to see their scruples, and from this they can deduce the concern between themselves and Sol, and between them and everyone. An Fei himself also knew that although this feeling was not that strong yet, it really existed.
Yolande's throwing out of Thor can be analyzed from both positive and negative aspects. The positive side means that Yolande hopes that his relationship with Sol will always be harmonious and avoid undue misunderstandings. The negative side means that It means that I have put on an invisible shackles. Sometimes the shackles are a means to make both parties trust each other, or in other words, they are a means to unilaterally gain Julande's trust. After all, the status gap between the two parties is too great. , Yolande can decide his own destiny with a flip of his palm!
"The people behind are still following. Where are we going?" Black Eleven spoke in silence.
"Is there a brothel here?" An Fei smiled, and there was no sign of any pressure on him from his expression.
"There are quite a few prostitutes. What kind of place is a brothel? A place where they are all prostitutes?" Black Eleven asked strangely.
"Yeah, no?"
"It's strange where you grew up. Going to a tavern... no, to a hotel. Most of the maids there are prostitutes."
(I was very moved when I saw hundreds of book reviews and replies left by everyone today. In fact, this confirms my previous understanding. Without everyone’s support, a writer is really nothing! Without everyone’s book reviews, I would be I will be depressed for a long time. I won’t be angry if people say my writing is bad, full of loopholes, childish and ridiculous, etc. As time goes by, I will gain more experience and I will definitely write better and better, but I am clearly writing about an assassin. When I was exploring the story of walking alone, why did I suddenly turn into a 'beast'? Now I have figured it out. It is difficult for everyone to agree. When a book is written, there will always be people who don't like it. As the same saying goes, give it away with silence!)