"Sir, I really don't know what that guy did." The man looked up in horror at the iron man who rushed into the house with a group of soldiers, and he couldn't figure out what big trouble he was involved in.
The city guards, who were usually brothers and sisters, hid behind the two soldiers, with their eyes fixed on the floor. They had no intention of saying anything to help them with the silver coins they received every month. They even shrank back, for fear of getting involved in the slightest.
He usually does a less compliant business, and his talents are diverse, ranging from small-amount personal property transfers, fixed shop security fee collection, to special dice lead metal pouring technology, and his scope of development and flow rate have a small reputation in the industry. However,
He has always positioned himself clearly and managed everything in place, so he wouldn't have put on such a grand scene to arrest him, right?
However, this is the case. Someone came to tell him that the atmosphere on the street was not right and he should avoid the limelight. Someone kicked open his door. It was a big silver foot equipped with greaves and leg armor that made him blurt out the curse words.
Kicked all back to the stomach.
The group beat him up as soon as they entered the door, followed by inexplicable interrogations about a lead-filled dice victim.
What a pity God saw, he just let his men go to the door twice, thinking that the guy had a serious servant job, so he could pay back some of the money, but before he even did anything, the incident was revealed and he was pushed to the ground.
"Did you force him to do this?"
What on earth did he do? The man lying on the ground just wanted to know this, but the other party seemed to have acquiesced that he was involved in this matter, and had no intention of explaining it at all.
"I really don't know! Sir, why don't you check it out? It's under the floor in the corner." The sword was placed on his neck, and every part of his body felt painful.
I feel like crying right now, and I can't find a way to come up with an answer. Fortunately, he has some skills. Literacy and accounting are the basic professional qualities required for debt collection.
"Maybe changing a place will make it easier for you to think about it. Go to jail and think about it." The submissiveness of the person in front of him made Diego more and more anxious. He waved his hands impatiently, and a soldier immediately stepped forward to take another unlucky guy away.
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He could see that the leader of a dynamic social group with some reputation in the neighborhood really knew nothing about the matter.
But who cares? This guy is just one of a large number of people affected by the incident, and is essentially similar to him, the head of security at Rivers University.
At Rivers University, which is half the backyard of Westminster, guests invited to an important banquet disappeared out of thin air, and the suspect also disappeared.
Approximately, someone broke into the Duke's backyard and took away the Duke's guests. Considering that that person is not a very patient person, he'd better make some achievements before the thunder comes, otherwise his end may not be as good as
How much better is the "result" that was just towed away.
It must be said that this is not an easy task. Most of the people participating in the banquet have another level of identity that can be passed down, and they do not hesitate to contribute to issues involving their own safety.
Now the armed forces in the city are like hounds out of a cage, biting everyone they see. Basically, all the neighbors, relatives, and close friends who are related to that damn servant have been caught.
But this can't stop him. Anyone who can find a job as a security director at a university is not bad at all. Diego patted his thigh and developed reverse thinking. Wouldn't it be okay to find negative related people with very poor connections?
Facts have proved that this constructive angle is meaningful. Given that the leader of the social vitality group is indeed notorious, it is easy to find out that he sends people to collect gambling debts.
"Oh, I finally caught one." Diego Cavalier took off his helmet, still frowning, and took the account book that the retinue found from the corner and flipped through it.
It's not enough to just catch one of them, but also to include his subordinates, which only proves that he didn't do nothing. To make up for it, he has to produce some more meaningful results.
According to the information revealed by the colleagues who were directly under the Duke's transfer, the matter has already gained some clues. With his ability, he can't expect to play a key role. Otherwise, why didn't he choose to stay in Westminster like Martin?
Position?
Thinking of this, Diego sighed again, feeling deeply that his future was bleak. He waved away and occasionally looked at the retinue and soldiers with coins scattered on the table, "It's yours. Hurry up, we'll leave in a minute."
Everyone cheered and praised the knight's generosity, gathered around the table, and Diego's subordinates began to distribute. Diego was not very interested in this, and walked to the door with the ledger in hand to read through it, leaving space for his subordinates.
As a person with a flexible mind, Diego's grades in knight training were average, but his grades in the minor courses of literacy and simple accounting were really good. This was to prepare them for management when they have their own fief in the future, but unfortunately it does not count towards ability.
In the evaluation.
But perhaps because he has been at Rivers University for a long time, he has always felt that reading and writing is an important skill, and it comes in handy at times like this.
The owner of this account book received a worrying education, and his vocabulary is poor. In many places, he used simple and self-created symbols instead. However, his writing attitude is still serious. Reading at the level of Diego Cavalier is overkill.
He flipped through a few pages, but the content was lackluster and the description was not very clear. It was enough to convict but not enough to clarify what was actually done.
That's not what Diego wants. He wants to look for the transactions inside to see if there is any content that can be explained as related to the current incident. If he can't explain it, he can arrest the person and forcefully explain it. It's not a good thing anyway.
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This gang controls a street of pickpockets, extorts money, opens small black casinos privately, uses some despicable means to control winning and losing to make people owe large debts, and then lends money to compound profits to squeeze out the last bit of profit.
When the other party cannot pay, they don't mind accepting any form of mortgage, including metal, real estate, and even people.
"This thing deserves to go to hell." Diego cursed and kicked the tied culprit hard. The pointed tip of the toe guard was no less effective than an awl, causing him to roll several times in pain.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Diego has heard that such things that harm the Duke's face will happen in the city, but he did not expect it to be so rampant. In the past year alone, they detained eight or nine people.
, based on the seemingly low interest rate that is actually high, a rough calculation shows that redemption is impossible.
But he didn't see those people here, not one of them.
It is also reasonable. It is impossible for a gang to keep useless people for a long time, and there is nothing useful in the business. The most normal option is to sell them and turn them into real profits.
The jingling of coins in the room gradually subsided, and Diego almost lost his patience, browsing faster, looking for those buyers.
It can be seen that few people dare to do this kind of business in Westminster. The first two last year sold out after a few pages. This made Diego a little confused. At this rate, there should be others left.
That's right here.
In the last few pages of the record, roughly within the time period of this year, he found the reason. The same buyer took away at least six people one after another.
For such a large transaction, the buyer only received a very simple single representative letter, or symbol, on the account book.
【A circle】
"Who is this?" The ledger was spread out in front of the boss. Diego pointed at the stick circle and found the next target. From a personal likes and dislikes perspective, he felt that this buyer would be a good candidate to appear on his list of achievements.
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Searching for those rats and ants hiding in dark corners often inevitably leads to places that are detrimental to the dignity of knights. Diego was mentally prepared for this, but he never thought that there would be such a deserted area not far outside the city.
A place where all traces of human creation remain.
According to what his captives said, what they were looking for was a wild crossing hidden here, controlled by the buyer whose identity was only represented by a circle, to handle business and tax avoidance that were inconvenient to pass through normal ports.
Leaving the main road and turning into a branch road covered with weeds and barely visible on the ground, the man bound by the rope led the team forward, holding the other end firmly in the hands of the slaves and circling it several times.
Based on their directional intuition, they arrived at a forest near a river. Far away from the development direction of towns and villages, on the difficult-to-cultivate land that no one had ever thought of using, some trees that benefited from the river water were growing like crazy.
It retains the disorderly and lush appearance that nature should have.
Unlike those straight and tall oak trees cultivated in universities, the varieties and shapes of the trees here can be said to be disgusting. They seem to have been specially messed up, and the confused branches are growing vigorously overhead, and the shadows of the trees are blocking the sky.
The soft and crooked trunks of those inferior woods may fall into a situation where they may lie like weeds.
In fact, this was indeed the case. They were repeatedly blocked by sloping logs on their way. The branches and leaves of these trees, which were once like a canopy of corpses, had long since rotted in the ground and turned into nutrients for waist-high grass.
Colorful fungi burst out from the cracks in the wood.
Diego carefully stepped over these tree obstacles buried in tall grass, and his eyes were inevitably attracted by the fungi.
People who have grown up in the local area have certainly seen these things that enrich the dining table, but they grow so vigorously here that it is amazing, like the exaggerated flower arrangement art loved by some nobles, but it is made of brightly colored fungi.
Classes replace the flowers, clustered together.
Bright and rich, almost unreal umbrellas, shingles, and ball-shaped varieties grow from the cracks and dents on the fallen tree trunks, and the soft and lake-like fungi cover large areas of green and black wood bark.
The vitality that thrives on dead plants is almost rotten, like a cross between moldy cheese and jewelry.
One of the servants stepped on a piece of rotten wood in a daze. With a slight crashing and denting sound, his entire foot sank in, and he discovered that the interior had actually been completely hollowed out and occupied by fungi.
The strange feeling of the broken umbrella cover and the slippery fungi on the wall made him pull his feet out immediately, as if he had stepped into a living corpse.
As they went deeper into the woods and approached the wild ferry, this situation became more and more obvious. They would even inadvertently touch a cluster of wet umbrella covers on the trees that were still standing. They doubted themselves every time they set foot.
He trampled on delicate and soft things.
The clumps of plants still obscured their sight, and the leader also had to stop frequently to distinguish the route. The follower holding him pinched his nose, held back a sneeze with difficulty, and whispered uncertainly, "Have you
Do you smell something like dust?”
Diego took a deep breath and made a silent gesture, "No, keep it down..."
"clang!"
The harsh sound of metal colliding and scratching sounded between them, and the shock in his waist and abdomen broke up the second half of the knight's sentence. He experienced half a breath of confusion, watching a wooden pole with a pointed end and tail feathers bounce off and fall.
Into the grass.
If he hadn't had hallucinations due to living a comfortable life for too long, the thing that stayed in his field of vision for a moment seemed to be...an arrow?
