Smelling the smell of burnt meat in the air, and looking at his dozens of subordinates lying on the ground crying, Bush Sr. stood up from his chair. Although the situation in front of him was obviously unfavorable to him, he was not surprised or even scared: "A powerful nobleman, well, you won, what do you want me to do?"
"Help me find out what strange things have happened in Caronte City recently, such as mummies, strange noises, and inexplicably missing women." Beta threw out a cloth bag, which contained some gold coins and a lot of silver coins : "This is your reward for doing things for me."
"A powerful and generous nobleman, I have no reason to refuse." Bush Sr. smiled on his withered face, but there always seemed to be a strange irony in it: "I will let my subordinates take the entire Caronte Turn the city over, and you will definitely find the clues you want."
"I'm sorry to trouble you." Beta said a polite sentence as a routine, as if the atmosphere on both sides was extremely friendly, and the big men lying on the ground were not his handwriting.
When things are done, it is natural to leave.
Bush watched Beta leave, and then continued to look up at the sky... The big men lying on the ground wailed for a while, and then stood up one after another. Although their blood was not very good, their bodies were slightly injured, no serious injuries personnel.
"The aristocrats have kept their hands." The sneer on Bush Sr.'s face became more and more obvious: "See, this is the gap between professionals and non-professionals... You little things, you think you have a lot of people, and you have a few A Dirty Water Street, that’s formidable? Professionals, just hit a dozen of you at random, with no knowledge at all, and dare to persuade me to attack the City Lord’s Mansion?”
The cold ridicule made these big men all downcast.
Bush Sr. smiled: "The money has already been thrown down by others. You can do it or not. It's up to you. Anyway, I don't have a few days to live. You are still young, so you should understand that there is still a bright future in the future. Even if you don't The future, at least there is life to enjoy, but other people's money is put down, you don't work, hehe, you can figure it out in the end."
"I'm just not convinced. Why are those aristocratic lords born to be above ten thousand? Why are we poor people born to give others a share."
"That's the ancestors of other people's family." Bush said with a strange smile: "After how many generations of hard work, their descendants can now enjoy the enjoyment of nobles, but your ancestors are all idiots, idiots, no If you are enterprising, naturally you are enduring hardships... If you want to blame it, you can blame your ancestors for not living up to expectations. Of course, if you are still like this now, your descendants will also blame you for not living up to expectations."
The class solidification in this world is relatively serious, but it has not yet reached the point where there is no progress at all. Ordinary people can also send their sons to knights to become knight apprentices, magic apprentices, or merchant apprentices to learn things. If they work hard enough and are not too stupid, they will naturally be favored by nobles and cultivated more. After all, nobles It also requires loyal subordinates.
As long as it goes through a few generations and accumulates slowly, it can survive the noble status. The next thing is to see how the bucklers work hard to obtain more resources and make their power even bigger.
Moreover, in this world, every one or two hundred years, there will always be a big melee. At that time, there will be a big reshuffle of the class, and it is the time when the common people are most likely to stand out.
Of course, it is also the most miserable time for civilians.
I would rather be a dog of peace than a troubled world... This sentence is a bloody lesson for thousands of years.
The ten big men sighed and supported each other to leave. The old Bush's hut suddenly returned to tranquility. He was sitting on the rocking chair. After a while, a young man walked in. He was about sixteen or seventeen years old. There was a little more indifference on his face, which seemed to see through the world, which more or less destroyed some of his temperament.
"Father, are you looking for me?"
"Yeah." Bush nodded, looked the young man up and down, and then sighed, "You're stronger, but you're wasting your energy, you know?"
"I know, but opportunities are created for those who are prepared. As long as I gradually become stronger, one day, I will get a chance to become a professional. At that time..." Having said that, the young man's face Showing some killing intent.
Bush Sr. sighed, and said slowly: "I know you have a strong desire for revenge, but some things are really beyond the reach of ordinary people... But you are right, opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared. Just now Not long ago, a nobleman came to our door and asked us to investigate the recent incidents about mummified corpses and missing women. I think this incident may be related to your sister’s disappearance. You can try to get involved. Find out something to tell him."
After the young man was surprised for a moment, there was an ecstatic expression on his face: "Really?"
"Jerry the mouse, you are my adopted son. When have I ever lied to you?" Bush Sr. said a little desolately: "Originally, my position should be inherited by you, but you don't like it."
Jerry shook his head and said, "I just want to find my sister now, and I don't think about other things."
Bush Sr. was very disappointed. He really felt that this adopted son was very suitable to inherit his mantle: "If you find your sister, then consider my words."
"Thank you foster father, I will consider it."
The young man, Jerry, known as the Dirtywater Street Rat, left without hesitation.
Bush Sr. sighed for a long time. He knew very well that Jerry had a very high spirit, and he was absolutely unwilling to be the person in power of a corrupt force. If Bush Sr. hadn't given Jerry a lot of help, this Young people won't even join his forces.
"The power of Dirty Water Street must be controlled by a person with a bottom line, otherwise the new owner who is too greedy will break the current balance of Dirty Water Street. If Jerry is unwilling to do it, there will be no suitable candidate." Bush's face was full of pain: "And I'm too old, and I don't know if I can last until the next suitable candidate appears."
"Then leave Jerry here."
In the shadow of Bush Sr., these words suddenly appeared.
"I can't keep it." Bush Sr. shook his head: "Nor can we force him to stay. That kid is very assertive. If he insists on keeping him, it will be counterproductive."
"Then keep him with affection."
Bush Sr. shook his head: "Although it is true that he can be kept with emotion, I don't want to. That's too low."
"This won't work, that won't work, how do you choose a suitable heir."
Bush Sr. was silent for a while, and then said: "If there is really no suitable candidate, then forget it. I'm dead, and I don't care what Dirty Water Street will look like. Before I didn't have Caronte, Dirty Water Street people live differently…”
"It's good if you can see it."
The voice in the shadows gradually faded away, and Bush closed his eyes again.
On the other hand, Beta is also inquiring about the strange things in Caronte City. Although the race of vampires is powerful, their behavior is abnormal, so as long as they exist in the city, there will always be some clues.
It's not that Beta doesn't worry about those gangsters, but that one more person means more strength.
The vampire also seems to know that Beta is looking for him and hides it well. But three days later, Beta still received a very useful piece of news that a beggar found a woman's body in the river.
The corpse's complexion was pale, as if the blood on its body had been sucked dry, and it was wrinkled.
Beta came to the scene alone, in fact, she was not alone. Shirley, Emma, and Jessica were all staying in the space of the mansion and could come out at any time.
The dead woman was not very old, and it could be seen from her appearance and physique that she was a young girl. Beta squatted down, carefully observed the body of the deceased, and found that the girl had indeed been drained of blood, and there were two holes near her throat... Judging from this information, the suspicion of vampires hiding in this city became more and more serious. big.
He flicked a silver coin into the hand of the beggar who provided the information. When he was about to leave, he found a young man appeared by the river not far away.
The young man walked over slowly, looked at Beta, and asked, "You are the noble lord who asked about the strange things in Calonte City."
The person in front of him was an ordinary person, and Beta looked at him for a while, then nodded.
"What you're investigating seems to have a lot to do with what I'm investigating." The young man looked around: "But this is not a place to talk, can you come with me?"
Normally, Ordinary wouldn't just follow strangers, but Beta Yigao was bold, and he really wanted to know more information. After all, it is not a pleasant thing to be stared in the dark by an enemy who is suspected of being a vampire.
Ten minutes later, the two came to a small house.
Although the house is simple, it is cleaned quite cleanly.
"I won't invite you to sit down either." The young man said slowly, "I have been investigating something in Caronte City for three months. I have a lot of information, maybe I can help you."
Beta looked at each other and asked, "What price do I need to pay, money?"
"I don't need money, but I have one condition." The young man took a slight breath and said, "When you find the real culprit behind the scenes, I hope you can bring me with you. I have something to confirm."
"But you are an ordinary person. If you get involved in this matter, it may be more dangerous than good."
The person that Beta has to deal with is most likely a vampire. Ordinary people have absolutely no hope of surviving this kind of creature.
The young man's face was as cold as ice: "It doesn't matter. I have already put life and death aside. What I want to know most now is another thing. When you can catch the person behind the scenes, maybe I will know the outcome of the matter." (.)