At the same time that Amber snapped her fingers, Anton with the scar face reached out and grabbed a wooden post next to him like a conditioned reflex, and some people in the tavern also grabbed the nearest fixed object or just sat down shamelessly. On the ground, this movement is so smooth and proficient, it seems that it has become their instinct long ago—but other people are different, they just look blankly at the inexplicable changes around them, not knowing what to do to deal with it, and soon, They don't have to do anything to deal with it.
A cloudy and hazy shadow suddenly appeared around Hu Po. Wherever the shadow went, everyone felt dizzy and dizzy. In just a moment, everyone in the entire tavern was forcibly dragged for a "shadow jump" —Although the duration was less than a second, it caused everyone to lose their balance in an instant. Those who found a fixed object in advance were better off, but those who were standing and sitting stupidly had already staggered around for a long time. Can't get up.
Looking at the spectacular scene in front of her, Amber nodded with satisfaction, and finally regained a bit of pride in being a "master".
Her combat power is indeed weak, but it also depends on who she is comparing with and in what field. As a shadow stalker, it's understandable that Amber couldn't beat Gawain and the people around him head-on, but how many real extraordinary professionals can there be in this tavern
If there were, they wouldn't be wandering around in this kind of place anymore!
There are only some idle scoundrels and liars here, and their greatest skills are nothing more than a few tricks or a set of deceptions. Even the famous "Scarface Anton" is just a half-baked, even a low-level professional. They are just stalkers who are not qualified enough. They are gutter rats, the bottom of the society.
Amber is at least a paraprofessional, and she's a master of the shadow power—and calls herself the Night's Chosen.
The Queen of the Tavern was not her own making.
After a long time, the severe dizziness and neurological symptoms caused by the shadow power shaking the spirit gradually alleviated. Those who were lying on the ground got up one by one in a panic, but none of them stood up and took the stab: People living in this social environment are all cautious and intelligent characters. They are good at judging the situation in an instant and finding the safest way for themselves. In just an instant, they knew how to protect themselves.
Seeing such a situation, Amber curled her lips slightly: "This year's class is still meaningless."
"Big sister, why are you back?" Anton with the scar face resisted the dizziness that lingered in his head, squeezed out a smiling face and asked, "You said you found clues to your biological parents two years ago, but suddenly It disappeared... did you find it?"
"No, my parents may be dead, I'm afraid I won't find them in this life," Amber waved her hand, "But I found something more interesting."
"What's more interesting?" Anton was taken aback. He knew that the gangster in front of him, who used to rule the sewers and ruled the black streets, would often look for "interesting things", but that usually refers to treasures and treasures that can be stolen. But the unlucky one who can entrap, she always has a mocking expression on her face when she mentions those things, but her expression in front of her is obviously full of interest, and there is no joke at all, "What did you find?"
Amber just smiled: "Have you heard of the resurrection of the Founding Grand Duke?"
"I've heard of it," Anton shrugged, and said while letting his men deal with the order in the tavern, "It has been spread for a long time—we helped spread some news. A few months ago, there were mercenaries Passed through here and hired a bunch of people to spread the word."
"Damn it, you guys even secretly made money from me..." Huber glared at Anton, but before she could say anything, she changed the subject, "Is everyone here?"
"If you're talking about people in this town, they're all there." Anton raised his hand and swiped to cover the entire tavern, "It's winter now, and these bastards are nesting in the tavern every day, wishing to drink to death in the tavern." Here."
Amber took out a small dagger, and scratched on the pitted wooden bar, looking for the traces that she had carved in those years, but unfortunately, most of them could not be found—fights and bad drinks always made the traces on the bar wear away very quickly. Quick: "Ask the big guy if you want to do something serious."
At this time, many "old acquaintances" had already gathered near the bar, and a woman with dark skin and dressed like a witch was taken aback when she heard what Amber said: "Serious business? Big sister, can you still have serious business? "
As soon as Amber raised her hand, the small dagger in her hand circled around this "witch"'s neck, and cut off a few threads of the other's neckline precisely: "'Witch' Jibri, why didn't I cut you off back then?" tongue?"
"I can earn a lot of money by wagging my tongue," the woman dressed as a witch took half a step back, with a flattering smile on her face, "You'd better talk about your 'serious business', we all listen... "
"It's very simple. I'm working for the revived founding hero right now—don't show that expression of disbelief. I'm his bodyguard now. Do the bodyguards understand? I don't even need to knock to enter his room. I'm with you guys." Say. All in all, I’m rich now, but I haven’t forgotten you guys, you guys, now you have a chance, as long as you are willing to change your stinking problems, you can also live a decent life like me People's days. Don't understand? The Duke wants to hire you!"
The scene was suddenly quiet, and this reaction was beyond Amber's expectations.
"Why didn't you make any move?" Amber looked at these guys curiously, "Don't want to?"
"I don't believe it," Anton with the scarred face showed an expression of crying or laughing, "We know about the founding grand duke in the south, but how can someone like him deal with people like us. Big sister, you Have you drank the Shadow Potion as water recently?"
"I know you guys are so promising," Hu Po curled her lips, and casually threw a cloth bag on the bar, and there was a series of clattering sounds inside the cloth bag. Silver coins rolled out from inside—those were newly minted coins, with beautifully perfectly symmetrical outlines and smooth arcs, and the emblem of Cecil's territory was printed on the front, "You don't have to believe it, anyway, the money is real."
The eyes of the people in front of the bar suddenly stared straight.
They rarely have the opportunity to come into contact with gold coins, but silver coins can still be obtained occasionally, and Cecil silver coins are a new currency that has become more and more popular in the southern border recently. No matter what casting method, every coin is minted to the point of perfection, exquisite and flawless, such coins are naturally favored by businessmen, and then circulated in the southern region.
Anton was lucky enough to get three Ansu silver coins—but they were obviously not as brand-new as the coins brought by Amber. The gold and silver coins rolled out of the money bag had no scratches or dirt on them. As fresh as it came out of the mint.
Anton's heart tightened suddenly, and when he looked at Amber, he had a nervous expression on his face: "Sister, stealing money from a noble's mint will be hanged!"
Amber immediately gave the scar-faced, bald-headed man a fierce look: "Tell—do you really want to smash a boulder in your chest?! It's like throwing you up to smash a stone!"
Anton immediately shrank his neck and dared not say anything.
Obviously, nine out of ten what Amber said was true.
The boss who had been "missing" for several years, unexpectedly mingled with the founding hero and became a personal guard of a great nobleman. This kind of fantasy thing actually happened.
"Go ahead and discuss it," Amber waved her hand, and calmly pushed the money on the bar to a more conspicuous place, "But I want to explain that money is a good thing, but it's not so easy to earn. The Duke doesn't want to hire A group of hooligans and rascals are going to ruin his reputation, so the person who takes the money has to follow me to Cecilland first, where he learns the rules and laws, and then it is his turn to do things seriously. If he can't learn the rules... "
Amber didn't continue, but glanced around in a threatening manner, making everyone's necks shrink back.
In fact, there will be no terrible punishment. According to Gao Wen, those simple rules and regulations only need to be trained for a month, and even a fool can learn them. But Amber knew that in front of her was a group of scumbags who could not be cooked in boiling water. Maybe one day they would be able to learn to abide by the law and morality on the right path, but before that, they had to be punished with the two whips of grace and punishment. Drive to the right path.
While this implicit threat made the people in the tavern shudder, it also gave them a more real feeling:
There is no good thing that falls from the sky. Only when this thing has certain risks at the same time can it be true.
Dealing with nobles is dangerous, everyone who lives in the dark street knows this, but my boss seems to be able to cover himself...
The reputation of the founding hero seems to be very good...
I just don't know what a big nobleman hired a group of ruffians, thieves and liars to do, but how bad could it be? Wouldn't they be driving such a group of idiots to fight on the battlefield, or to expel monsters
While the tavern was bustling again, Anton quietly approached Amber, and the scar-faced strong man lowered his voice and asked curiously, "Sister, how on earth did you get around such a big man? "
"Actually, it's nothing." Amber waved her hand nonchalantly, "I pried his coffin and woke him up."
Anton: "... huh?!"
Amber picked up the low-quality ale that was still half a glass in front of her eyes, brought it to her lips and sighed: "Oh, so when you steal something, don't be caught by the person involved, and you will get caught by accident... Pooh —You better pour me a glass of water, you might as well mix wine with the water, what are you mixing with it?"
"Actually, this is the water mixing ratio you gave back then..." Anton didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Forget it, I'll pour you a glass of water."
"Forget it, let's make do with it," Amber shook her head, looking down at the frothy low-quality wine, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Whether it's a human or an elf, it really is a kind of creature that is prone to indulge in pleasure..."