Surrounded by more than twenty or thirty beggars, these people knelt in front of Hawke and Link. Although they had a cowardly look in their eyes, they refused to leave.
The alley was very quiet. Hawke looked around at the beggars and frowned: "You just said that you hope I can lead you to eat. Why do you have such an idea?"
The middle-aged beggar said with a smile: "You two big shots have been hanging around here for a while. We have watched you go from not being able to afford food to now being able to buy furniture and buy a house. So I was thinking, you two big shots , there must be a way to make our stomachs full. We have no other ability but to be obedient. As long as we can have our bellies full, we will do whatever your Excellencies ask us to do."
The noise on the street could be heard faintly from outside the corner of the alley. These beggars were kneeling on the ground, their expressions serious to the point of being almost pious.
Link felt a little moved. He looked at Hawke as if he was about to say something.
But at this moment, Hawke suddenly sneered, stretched out his hand to pull the collar of the talking middle-aged beggar, and lifted the latter up with force.
Then he hit the alley wall hard.
After a thud, the middle-aged beggar's face was twisted in pain. He grabbed Hawke's hands hard and tried to twist them away so that he could come down from mid-air.
But he is just a beggar who doesn't have enough to eat all year round, while Hawke is a professional. Although his level is very low, he is not something that a beggar can compete with.
From Hawke lifting the beggar up to hitting him against the wall, these two actions were too fast.
When others reacted, most of the kneeling beggars immediately ran away, and many were so frightened that they got up from the ground and ran away. Link, on the other hand, stared at Hawke.
He didn't understand why Hawke bullied a beggar, but as a good friend, he didn't ask much.
The lifted beggar's breathing became more and more difficult, and his face soon turned red. Hawke raised his hand with one hand and asked coldly: "Who taught you what you said just now? You are a beggar, you can't say it If you are organized like this, if you have such skills, you can at least have enough to eat and don't need to be a beggar."
The beggar shook his head vigorously.
"I don't want to say that." Hawke's face looked a little ferocious, and he lifted the beggar and hit it hard against the wall.
After the thump, the beggar's face turned pale and then turned red. He began to cough hard, then shook his head vigorously at a faster speed, and his hands seemed to be holding Hawke's hand.
"Still don't want to say it?" Hawke pretended to hold the beggar against the wall again.
Hearing this, the beggar struggled even harder.
At this time, Link said aloud: "Hawk, his neck may be stuck by the collar, and he can't speak or breathe."
"I know, I did it on purpose." Hawke threw the beggar to the ground, then squatted down and said with a sinister smile: "A beggar like you can't say what you just said. Who taught you to say that? of?"
The beggar gasped for air while looking at Hawke in horror. After his body was no longer starved of oxygen, he immediately sat on the ground and kicked his legs to move his body back. Unfortunately, Hawke stepped on his calf. , pinning him to the ground.
"Ah, my legs, please, let go!" the beggar screamed.
Hawke was unmoved. He said coldly: "In the past two months, I have killed not three hundred people, but at least two hundred. One more than you is not too much. If you don't tell me, it's Whoever asked you to come to me will never get out of this alley alive."
While talking, Hawke continued to exert force on his legs.
The beggar screamed, and the sound of cracking bones could even be heard faintly.
The middle-aged beggar was not the kind of person with a strong will. He immediately cried: "I said, I said, please let me go."
Hawke retracted his legs and looked down, as if looking down at a bed bug: "Say."
"It's Captain Lusian of the City Guards."
After the middle-aged beggar finished speaking, he stood up and ran. As he ran, he turned back and saw that Hawke was not chasing him, so he ran faster.
Looking at the beggar's running back, Hawke's expression became more and more gloomy.
The sun was scorching hot, but the atmosphere in the alley was a bit cool. Link sighed, stroked the long broken hair on his forehead, and said lightly: "What exactly did he want to do by asking the beggars to join us... Troublesome things come one after another. Let's find another place to develop, Hawke. Anyway, now We also have a few gold coins, so we can hire a better carriage and travel to other cities together."
Link's voice seemed a little softer and a little expectant at the end.
Hawke shook his head: "I'm unhappy. If we just leave like this, what's the difference between us and a lost dog?"
"But we seem to be being targeted by the nobles." Link looked a little tired on his face: "But I just want to be happy and play the game easily. I don't want the game to be a pure battle of constant killing. Online games.”
"Link, you are too naive." Hawke shook his head: "Even if we go to the next city, the encounter will be similar to now."
Link pursed his lips and said with a weak expression: "But when we go to a new city, we can find ways to have a good relationship with the nobles. Just like Roland."
Hawke was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly.
At this time, Roland came out of the corner and said as he walked: "Let me explain in advance, I do not have good relations with the nobles."
Hawke and Link were both a little surprised to see Roland.
Roland saw their expressions and smiled: "I have something to ask you, but I didn't expect to see a good show."
Hawke put away his surprised expression, and then said: "Don't stand at the door, go inside and talk."
The three of them entered the house and sat down, and Link brought a glass of boiling water.
Although it is in a game, Link seems to have brought in real-life habits.
After taking a sip, Roland said: "Continuing with the topic just now, I don't have good relations with the nobles."
Link sat aside and said, "But you entered the Magic Tower."
"Spellcasters have privileges. Although they are not nobles, they have a high status." Roland explained: "And the most important thing is that the nobles are not only targeting you, but I should also be within their attack range. I just haven't taken any action for the time being."
Hawke and Link immediately remembered the invitation to the 'banquet'. They both sighed.
Thinking of the last name just spoken, Hawke asked: "Roland, what do you think of the name the beggar just said?"
"I don't rule out that it's a plan to kill two birds with one stone. If you take in those beggars, you will be a burden. You have to take care of them. If you don't do it well, you will be blamed, and you will also be placed as a chess piece around you." Roland thought for a while and said: " If you go directly to trouble the squad leader now, it might be in line with what the mastermind behind the scenes wants."
Hawke nodded: "I think so too... Damn, we have too little information. We know nothing about the city's power division, organizational territory, etc. Even if we want to make a basic derivation of the situation, it is difficult. "
"It's actually not that difficult." Roland smiled: "Why don't you just use the trick and actually organize those beggars? Of course, you can't take those beggars just now. Anyway, you two are from big guilds, so you should have a certain organization. Mobilize your capabilities. The beggars’ intelligence capabilities should be pretty good.”
"You mean, let's build a beggar's gang?"
Roland nodded: "Yes, NPCs can build forces, and of course we can too. This game is very free."