Tamar accidentally reached the 6th level of alchemy, and Brando could already trust him to refining the cursed crossbow with his equipment and field advantages. Then the young man brought the poisoned dagger and the dwarf sword, and called Battom to prepare to meet the cripple in Black Pepper Alley.
He has been looking forward to meeting this lame man called'Lorne' for some time, especially since he is eager to know if the Ring of the Wind will have any follow-up missions. And as far as he knows, the cripple has more or less connections with the gray areas of Braggs, maybe he can count on him to introduce him and contact those underground auction houses.
Bartom's red beard was too eye-catching, so the two put on cloaks one after the other and went out. Brando didn't see the merchant eldest who said he was going to follow him, and he probably didn't know where the'adventure' went.
But he just pulled down the edge of his hood when he heard Bartom say from behind:
"Master Cavaliers, I thought for a while, and I feel that your sir, your method is not safe enough."
"What?" Brando hid the wizard sword under his cloak and asked back.
"There were a lot of refugees who saw us at the beginning. Although you asked them to be silent, the more they got up, the more they thought. It's hard to guarantee that there are no bad guys here." Bartom received his beard into a hood. Next, I looked around and answered carefully.
"This is not to hide from the interested people, but the nobles only need one result. I am not in the limelight, they are more happy to see it," Brando thought for a while and replied: "And the section I need is not noticed. Time, Bartom."
"But I still think that all the refugees should be left behind."
Brando smiled, this is the truth of this guy. He shook his head and said, "Gathering refugees in an upright manner is too enviable. After all, not everyone is willing to follow us sincerely. Bartom, people will grab the straw because of difficulties, but they will not always Hold on to the moment—"
Bartom nodded, but felt a little disapproving in his heart. He thought there might be a better way. Judging from Brando’s methods of action, it is of course the easiest to see him who has been around the young knight. Brando’s ambition is probably not small, so he is even more. Hope Brando pays more attention to the cultivation of his own strength.
But Brando is not considering this issue. He is even more worried about the attention of all things coming together. There are not many people who have seen him in Ridenburg now, but if his performance is too outstanding, it will inevitably cause suspicion.
However, when he killed the White Knight, there were only a few close people around him. This was his greatest support. It is difficult for ordinary people to put him in the eyes of a person with the strength of the black iron downstream.
But in any case, it is still time. As long as they become stronger quickly, all things will be nothing more than sprites and ghosts hiding in the dark.
Black Pepper Lane is the largest of the slums in Braggs—
It is not the first time in Brando's memory that he has come to this place where dirty water flows and rats scurry around in the street. But in the sultry summer weather, the unstoppable smell that lingers at the end of his nose still makes him extremely unaccustomed.
On the contrary, Bartom has a very natural look. As a gray crowd, their mercenaries have always been frequent visitors of this kind of place. Brando knew that in the darkness of this alley there were many nasty jobs-hyena-like bounty hunters and vulgar prostitutes|women, mercenaries, thieves and unscrupulous merchants mingled here, as if the soil was born. It is for the initiation of evil and corruption.
But here, among the poor, you can occasionally see the most sincere scene between people.
Young people cannot evaluate such a place, nor do they intend to evaluate it. He saw the children in dirty clothes walk around him cautiously, and then hid on the sides looking greedily in this direction, and if there were all kindly gazes around him, he subconsciously increased their vigilance. .
Brando stopped in front of an old wooden door. He looked up and saw the triangle cut on the beam. Confirmed that this is the cripple’s home, and then knocked on the door—
Peng Peng Peng, the wooden door seemed to be split at any time, and a layer of ash was shaken from it.
Bartom couldn't help but frowned, and said, "It's hard to imagine that there are people living in this kind of place. I met the Lenshiks in the slums of Keweimar, but I didn't even see them. Having been in such a shabby place, did you know, sir, those guys are already like cavemen—"
But before he finished speaking, Brando's door opened with a creak. The mercenary had to open his mouth and put the second half of the sentence back into his stomach.
Behind the door, a dark gaze fell on Bartom, paused for a moment, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Brando? When did you come back from Buche? By the way, you didn't die, really It was beyond my expectation!"
"Is it good for you to die, lame?"
Brando replied coldly. He looked at the old man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek. The few sparse hairs on this guy's head seemed to be lost because of his exhausting efforts to calculate others.
However, the cripple seemed to enjoy it. He smiled deeply, staring at the two people with a pair of triangular eyes that were more white than cyan pupils, and said: "Why, Brando, now you are developed? Bring me a new one. guest?"
Before leaving Braggs, Brando pawned a lot of personal things in the cripple, so he got involved with this guy whose face and sorrow was so bad. The painting was salivating—in fact, Brando didn’t know how the cripple knew such a thing before.
The young man glanced at him, and the sharp look in his eyes made the cripple shrink back.
"You... seem a little different, Brando." The old man hesitated.
"After so much, an individual will change." Brando replied, but he didn't want to talk too much nonsense. Instead, he asked directly: "Do you still want my grandfather's painting?"
The cripple was startled, his small triangular eyes immediately let out light: "Of course, of course, why, did you bring it? Brando?"
But before he could finish his words, he felt a shimmering sword placed on his neck. The guy who used loan sharks all day long and was full of bad water to calculate other people's broken home couldn't help but shivered immediately, and his legs became soft.
"I don't have much patience. Tell me if my grandfather's oil painting was stolen by yours." Brando asked coldly. He stared at this guy, his eyes seemed to give off cold light.
Bartom turned his head and saw a few people turning around and about to run away. He picked up a few rocks from the ground and threw them over. Suddenly, those people were crying and crying. Then he greeted Brando and walked over there.
Seeing this scene, the cripple felt even more senseless, and couldn't help screaming: "Brando, listen to me, of course it's not me. How dare I offend..."
He suddenly realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly shut his mouth and said: "Brando, you know me, although I am unprofitable and do not get up early. But I will not break the rules."
Brando took a look at this guy, and saw his small triangular eyes keep turning, knowing that this guy has reacted. He can't really kill people. Although there is some disappointment in his heart, he still let go of the sword: "I accept your explanation. Let's talk about other businesses."
"Other business? Brando, I can't bear your business a few more times." The cripple touched his neck, as if to confirm whether his head was still on it, and said with lingering fear.
"Hmph, that thing is lost. My old man wants my life, and I have to kill you." Brando replied half-truth.
The cripple hurriedly denied: "I know, I know, don't worry, I will help you inquire about this." But he said so, but he was slandering in his heart, whoever was so bold would have to act if he broke the rules. That thing.
He couldn't help but look at Brando's hand, but it was as empty as he thought.
He thought for a while and then asked: "Speaking of your old man, Brando. Your family may be inquiring about you, don't you go back and see?"
Brando glanced at him: "Don't dare for the time being, wait until I find things back." He said so, but he was afraid that going back would cause trouble to his family at this time. .
Thinking of his father, Brando couldn't help sighing. Although he has half of the other soul, the original soul in his body is echoing this feeling.
"Okay." The cripple confirmed that Brando really won't bother him, and then continued: "What business do you want to do, Brando?"
"I need money urgently, I want to sell some good things," Brando took a look at the cripple, thinking about dealing with this kind of bullying and hard-working guy. It really seems like Reto said. You have to give him a predicament before doing things: "Of course. , Don’t even think about using the same trick you used to deal with me. I’m telling you lame, I’m not the Brando that I used to be."
The cripple shrank his neck as expected.
"Don't worry, I won't pursue the things I used to give you, but this time you play tricks, it won't be so easy to handle." The young man threw a purse at the cripple's feet: "I only need you. Referrals, the rewards are as usual, and I have two more things for you to help."
"You say, you say." The cripple replied hurriedly.
"First thing, help me find someone. A woman, about thirty years old, has purple hair and eyes that are very rare in this area. Within a week, if you have news about her, go to'Lagon Boone' immediately. The market comes to me."
The cripple nodded and thought about it, but then shook his head again, as if he had never seen such a person in his mind.
Brando didn’t expect him to get news right away, so he said: “The second thing, I’m looking for another person-there used to be a little nobleman in this area called Borg Nesson, you’re the most famous Braggs. You’ll know such a down-and-out nobleman, right?"
When the lame heard this, he hesitated and replied, "Brando, I seem to have heard the name, but he disappeared a few years ago."
"It's okay, I'm looking for his wife."
"wife?"
"Yes, his wife and his daughter, where do they live?"
"His wife has passed away, just two years ago. His daughter, I know, lives not far from here. Brando, is this person your relative?" The cripple couldn't help but ask curiously.
Unexpectedly, this sentence caused the Elf Sword to sway in front of him, and the cripple shrank, Brando took advantage of the momentum to retract the sword into its sheath, glanced at him and said, "You want to know?"
"No, Brando, it's not necessary. I'll show you how to—" The cripple shook his head immediately.