"Sir, this is the latest news about the Principality of Zeen in the past three months. Please take a look at it." The guard bowed and saluted, and then presented a letter with the mountain scorpion pattern in both hands.
"Does that old dog Jose think that pretending to be poor can hide the truth? Little does he know that his secret is already known to many people, but the Principality of Jean has not yet posed a threat to anyone."
"But since we, Shayel, are neighbors, we can't let down our guard. Send people to find out the source of those monsters, and it's best to get the production methods."
Grand Duke Shayul, the Eight-clawed Spider Elba said as he tore up the letter and threw it into the fire. The guard nodded slightly when he heard the words, and then immediately turned around and left.
The camera returned to the city of Fore in the Principality of Zeon again. The first ray of morning light climbed over the wall, and then quickly spread to the streets and alleys. The drunken slacker was thrown next to the trash can, and people yawned and opened the door to their homes. The economic decline of a principality is not simply due to the scarcity of high-level professionals, but is also directly reflected in people's leisure activities. The entertainment projects in Forle City in the Principality of Zeon are almost zero. In addition to the newly built arena in the past two years, it seems that there are also
There are only two or three bars left.
Stern arrived outside the arena at dawn today. As the leader of the slums, he usually assists the financial officer in managing the people.
However, this term is too difficult to pronounce in the marketplace, so people are more accustomed to calling him a "tax collector" or "the first person under the nobility".
His target today is the owner of the arena, because how many gold coins he can get back this time will directly affect the stability and peace of the slums.
This problem is easy to understand. Most people commit crimes with a purpose, either because they have no money to eat or to buy medicine.
Although this is by no means the only answer, as long as these two key points can be controlled, the slums in the city of Naples will not cause any big trouble for the principality.
However, only the upper class and the poor would care about this issue, because for merchants, gold coins are their lifeblood. As for whether Fore City is in chaos, it is just a choice of "go or stay".
"Sir, that Stern is here again today. From the looks of it, he seems to be spending a whole day with us." The servant reported while clearing the plates.
"Haven't we already paid taxes this month? Why is he so persistent? Does he really think I'm a soft persimmon? You can bully me as much as you want?" The blond man frowned when he heard this, and then asked in a cold tone. p>
"I heard that this is what the financial officer meant. It seems that the reason this time is 'city wall maintenance fee' and 'drainage ditch reconstruction'. But from my opinion, the other party should treat us as fat sheep." The servant smiled and said,
Then he revealed the news that he had already found out.
"I understand. I will talk to him personally later. You must work in the arena and never cause any more accidents." The blond man knocked his hand on the table, and the servant bowed with understanding and left.
This blond man's name is Lawrence, and he is a spy sent by the Principality of Shayul. The arena is just a decoration to hide the truth from others, and finding out the reality of the monsters is his ultimate purpose of staying in Fore City.
"What should we do with Clarkson? He is a time bomb, and sooner or later he will ruin our good deeds." A high-level warrior wearing leather armor appeared from the corner of the room, and immediately stood opposite the blond man.
As a spy, although this person is apparently at the mercy of the blond man, as a high-level professional, he naturally has an innate sense of superiority.
"That idiot, if you can't stand it, you can kill him now. Anyway, the two of us came to the Principality of Zeon for a mission, not to make money."
Lawrence rolled his eyes and then replied nonchalantly. He is an authentic Shayul man, so in his eyes, all force is less valuable than gold coins.
Ten minutes later, there were screams in the duel arena. The new gladiator known as Clarkson was lying on the ground vomiting blood.
The gate slowly rose with a roar, and the blond Lawrence walked out of the arena with a gentle and humble smile on his face.
"Sir Stern, I wonder why you came to my arena today? It's not to take care of my business," Lawrence said first.
"If you don't mind, why don't we go in and have a chat? It just so happens that I recently got two pots of dwarf wine, and I'm wondering who I should share it with." Lawrence added again before waiting for the other party to respond.
This way of speaking is his business philosophy, as the saying goes, "Don't hit the smiling person, lower yourself to get things done." As a member of the merchant principality, Lawrence is absolutely not ashamed when it comes to chatting.
"You are too polite, but I have quit drinking for many years, and I don't like those scenes of fighting and killing. Let's just talk here."
"This is the recruitment order issued by the Financial Officer two days ago. As the master of the arena, you should take the lead in supporting it, not to mention that the amount of gold coins paid this time is not large."
Stern shook his head when he heard this. Although his face twitched slightly, he still took out a parchment roll branded with a three-color elk from his arms.
This is a task personally assigned to him by the financial officer. Frankly speaking, as long as Stern can successfully complete it, at least the slums will be able to survive the dark rainy nights this year with royal protection.
"Of course, since I am doing business in Fore City, the gold coins I should pay will definitely not be less than half a gold coin."
"But please report back to the Financial Officer. The business of the Arena this year is not ideal, so this amount of money is probably my limit."
While Lawrence was talking, he took out the money bag from the storage bag with difficulty. The fifteen crystal coins collided with each other and disappeared into the opponent's arms.
Looking at Stern's leaving figure, Lawrence's face gradually turned cold. If he hadn't been on a mission, how could he have been robbed like this? The crystal coins didn't matter, what Lawrence cared about was the kind of being grabbed by the throat.
Feeling.
"Damn the poor guy from the Principality of Zeon. I haven't seen crystal coins in many years. Is it possible that without my support, your city of Fletcher won't be able to uncover the truth?"
"And that bullshit slum leader is just a hawk dog with a 'broken glove'. How can he be so sanctimonious that he has been abstaining from alcohol for many years and you really think I can't ask him about it?"
"But having said that, those monsters are not really hidden in the palace. If that is the case, the task will be a bit tricky."
"It seems that I need to write another letter to the Grand Duke. If there is a magician or something, I think I can deal with him quietly."
The golden curly hair finally disappeared behind the giant gate, and a new day of fighting began in the duel arena. A skylark soared into the sky without knowing when, and its small figure quickly merged with the clouds.
Lawrence was resting half-lying on the woolen blanket. The sweetness of the freshly baked pastries was exuding, and the aroma of Dark Elf wine was intoxicating.
A crystal coin rolled around on the back of his hand, and was finally thrown high by Lawrence, and then landed in front of the only leg fighter who could still stand.