Tamar unexpectedly reached level 6 alchemy. With the equipment and venue advantages, Brando could safely leave the matter of refining the cursed crossbow to him. Then the young man brought the poison-quenching dagger and the dwarf sword and called Shangba
Together, Thom prepared to meet the cripple in Black Pepper Alley.
He had been looking forward to meeting the cripple known as 'Lorne' for some time, especially since he was eager to know whether there was any follow-up mission to the Ring of the Wind Queen. And as far as he knew, the cripple and Braggs were involved in the gray realm or
With more or less connections, he might be able to count on him to give him a recommendation and contact those underground auction houses.
Bottom's red beard was too eye-catching, so the two of them put on cloaks to hide their eyes and went out. Brando didn't see the business lady who had promised to follow him, and he probably didn't know the risk.
'Where have you gone?
But just as he pulled down the edge of his hood, he heard Bottom say from behind:
"Sir Knight, after thinking about it, I feel that your method is not safe enough."
"What?" Brando hid the elf sword under his cloak and turned around to ask.
"There were quite a few refugees who met us back then. Although you asked them to keep silent, when there are more people, they will have more thoughts. It's hard to guarantee that there aren't people with evil intentions here." Bottom put his beard into his hood.
Below, I looked around and answered carefully.
"This is not hidden from anyone, but the nobles only need one result. I don't stand out, and they are more happy to see the results." Brando thought for a while and replied: "And what I need is a paragraph that is not noticed.
Time, Bottom."
"But I still feel that we should have kept all those refugees."
Brando smiled, this must be what this guy really meant. He shook his head and said: "Gathering refugees in an open and honest manner would be too jealous. Besides, not everyone is willing to follow us sincerely. Bottom
, people will grasp at straws when they are in trouble, but they will not hold on to them all the time——"
Bottom nodded, but he was a little disapproving in his heart. He wanted to say that there might be a better way. Judging from Brando's behavior, he who had been following the young knight was of course the easiest to see clearly.
Lando's ambition is probably not small, so he hopes that Brando will pay more attention to cultivating his own strength.
But Brando is not thinking about this issue. He is more worried about the attention of All Things Returned. Not many people who saw him in Lidenburg are alive now, but if he performs too well, it will inevitably arouse suspicion.
.
However, when he killed the White Knight, he only had a few close people around him. This was his biggest support. It would be difficult for ordinary people to take him as a person with the strength of the lower reaches of the black iron.
But no matter what, it is still time. As long as it becomes stronger quickly, all things will be nothing more than ghosts and ghosts hiding in the dark.
Black Pepper Alley is the largest of several ghettos in Prague——
In Brando's memory, this is not the first time he has been to this place where dirty water flows and rats scurry all over the streets. But no matter what, in the sultry summer climate, the stench lingering in the nose is unstoppable.
The smell was still something he wasn't used to.
On the contrary, Bottom looked very natural. As gray people, their mercenaries were frequent visitors to such places. Brando knew that there were many dirty businesses hidden in the darkness of this alley - like hyenas.
Bounty hunters and vulgar low-level prostitutes, mercenaries, thieves and unscrupulous businessmen mingled here, as if this soil was born to breed crime and corruption.
But here, among poor people, you can occasionally see the most sincere scenes between people.
The young man was unable to evaluate such a place, and he had no intention of doing so. He saw the children in dirty clothes carefully walking away from him, then hiding on the sides and looking greedily in this direction, as well as the children around him if there were any
If there are no ill-intentioned glances, I will subconsciously be more vigilant.
Brando stopped in front of an old wooden door. He raised his head and saw the triangular notch on the beam. He confirmed that this was the lame man's home, and then knocked on the door——
The wooden door was fluffy, as if it was about to crack at any moment, with a layer of dust shaking off it.
Bottom couldn't help frowning on the side, and couldn't help but said: "It's hard to imagine that there are people living in this kind of place. I met those Renshik people in the slums of Kweima, and they didn't see any of them.
After living in such a shabby place, you know, my lord, those guys are already like cavemen-"
But before he finished speaking, Brando's door creaked open. The mercenary had no choice but to open his mouth and choke back the second half of the sentence.
A sinister gaze fell on Bottom from behind the door. He paused for a moment and then said in a hoarse voice: "Brando? When did you come back from Butchi? By the way, you're not dead. Really.
It’s really beyond my expectation!”
"Is it any good for you if I die, Cripple?"
Brando replied coldly. He looked at the old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. The few sparse hairs on this guy's head seemed to have fallen away because he spent all his time calculating others.
But the lame man seemed to enjoy it. He laughed softly twice, stared at the two people with a pair of triangular eyes with more white than blue pupils, and said: "What, Brando, are you rich now? You brought me a new one."
guest?"
Before leaving Braggs, Brando pawned a lot of personal things with the cripple, so he got involved with this guy who had a bad reputation and reputation. This guy had always been obsessed with the people in Brando's grandfather's old house.
He was drooling over the oil painting - in fact, Brando didn't know how the cripple knew such a thing before.
The young man glanced at him, and the sharpness in his eyes made the lame man shrink back.
"You...seem to be a little different, Brando." The old man hesitated.
"Everyone will change after experiencing so much." Brando replied, but he was unwilling to talk too much. Instead, he asked directly: "Do you still want my grandfather's oil painting?"
The lame man was startled, and his little triangular eyes immediately lit up: "Of course, of course, why, you brought it? Brando?"
But before he could finish his words, he felt a gleaming sword placed on his neck. This guy who spent his whole day doing loan sharking and plotting against others to ruin his family couldn't help but shudder immediately.
, the legs suddenly became weak.
"I don't have much patience, tell me if my grandfather's oil painting was stolen by your people." Brando asked coldly. He stared at this guy, his eyes seemed to shine with cold light.
Bottom turned around and saw a few people turning around and about to run away. He picked up a few stones from the ground and threw them over. He immediately beat those people and made them cry for father and mother. Then he said hello to Brando and rushed towards them.
Bian walked over.
The lame man felt even more unsure when he saw this scene, and couldn't help but scream: "Brando, listen to me, of course it's not me. How dare I offend..."
He suddenly realized something was wrong, and quickly stopped and said, "Brando, you know me. Although I am unprofitable and don't get up early, I won't break the rules."
Brando glanced at this guy and saw his small triangular eyes rolling around. He knew that this guy had reacted. He couldn't really kill anyone. Although he was a little disappointed in his heart,
Still letting go of the sword: "I accept your explanation. Let's talk about other business."
"Other business? Brando, I can't stand this kind of business again." The lame man touched his neck, as if to confirm whether his head was still up, and couldn't help but said with lingering fear.
"Humph, that thing is lost. My old man wants my life, so I have no choice but to kill you." Brando replied half-truthfully.
The cripple hurriedly denied: "I know, I know, don't worry, I will help you find out the news in this regard." However, when he said this, he was cursing in his heart, who is so bold to break the rules and break 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 moment and then asked: "Speaking of your old man, Brando. I'm afraid your family is asking for news about you. Why don't you go back and take a look?"
Brando glanced at him: "I don't dare for now. I'll wait until I get my things back." He said this, but he was afraid that going back at this time would cause trouble to his family. After all, it was a troubled time at this time, so he had better endure it first.
.
Thinking of his father, Brando couldn't help but sigh. Although he had half of the other soul, the original soul in his body was echoing this feeling.
"Okay." The cripple seemed to confirm that Brando would really not cause trouble for him, and then continued: "What kind of business do you want to do, Brando?"
"I need money urgently, and I want to sell some good things." Brando glanced at the lame man, thinking that dealing with this kind of bully and fearful guy is indeed what Leto said, and he must be given a blow before he can do anything: "Of course
, don’t even think about using the same trick you used against me again, I’m telling you lame, I’m no longer the same Brando I used to be.”
As expected, the lame man shrank his neck.
"Don't worry, I won't pursue the things I gave you before, but this time you play tricks, it won't be so easy." The young man threw a money bag at the lame man's feet: "I just need you.
The reward for the introduction is as always, and I have two more things I need your help with."
"You say, you say." the lame man replied hurriedly.
"The first thing is to help me find someone. A woman, about thirty years old, with purple hair and eyes that are very rare in this area. If you have any news about her within a week, go to 'Lagonboon' immediately."
The market comes to me.”
The lame man nodded quickly after hearing this, thought for a moment, but then shook his head, as if he had never seen such a person in his memory.
Brando didn't expect him to get the news right away, so he said: "The second thing, I have to find another person - there used to be a small nobleman in this area called Borg Nathan. You are the most important person in Prague."
A famous local snake, you will definitely know such a down-and-out noble, right?"
Upon hearing this, the lame man hesitated and replied: "Brando, I seem to have heard of this name, but he disappeared a few years ago."
"It doesn't matter, I'm looking for his wife."
"wife?"
"Yes, his wife and his daughter, where do they live?"
"His wife passed away just two years ago. I know his daughter, who lives not far from here. Brando, is this person your relative?" The cripple couldn't help but ask curiously.
Unexpectedly, these words caused the elf sword to wave in front of him, and the cripple shrank. Brando took advantage of the situation and put the sword into its sheath. He glanced at him and said, "You want to know?"
"No, Brando, there's no need. I'll tell you how to get there-" The lame man shook his head immediately.
