Exiting the street where the Supervisory Office is located, Powell tightened his collar. Old El's instructions echoed in his mind over and over again, wondering how to fulfill the requirements of the Commander-in-Chief.
To cause some trouble for Victor Hugo, this tactic is not worth mentioning to be honest. It is nothing more than a thief calling to catch a thief to bully outsiders, forcing the forces from the Black Forest to take the initiative to move closer to the powerful people in the city.
On the whole, Fabbro's thigh is obviously not thick enough, and his behavior of eating alone will cause public outrage. At least the Inspectorate is more qualified to be the protector of Victor Hugo.
Look at the sky, it's about four o'clock in the afternoon.
Powell thought of the clocks that could be seen everywhere in Harmony Village, as well as the watches commonly equipped by Victor Hugo's leaders. After returning to Coldwind City, he realized the huge benefits of keeping accurate time at all times.
People in Cold Wind City usually estimate the time based on the angle of the sun. If it's cloudy, they have to pay attention to the sound of the clock tower in the city. Once the bell is missed, the time error will be quite large.
Walking from the streets in the west of the city and crossing two intersections, Powell decided to go to a bar called the Moulin Rouge. Desperados from all over the place often gathered there, and for a small fee they could complete the task of killing people and stealing goods.
There are more than two hundred people gathered at the construction site of the 'Harmony Warehouse'. As long as you send out desperadoes to kill a few foremen and pretend to be robbers, if you are cruel, you can burn down the market and the stockyard. Victor Hugo will definitely do this.
Headache.
In Harmony Village, there are a lot of outside adventurers who want to do this. Killing, setting fires, raping, looting, and taking advantage of the chaos. There is always lawlessness in the minds of desperadoes, and there is never any moral burden.
Powell had stayed in Harmony Village for two months, and he knew very well that violence was used to maintain order in the village. Even fights in the tavern would be put into a small dark room. Anyone who dared to use a knife and set a fire would be suppressed immediately.
But in Cold Wind City, the situation is different. Poor and ruthless gangsters are particularly good at bullying outsiders. As long as they buy a glass of wine and a few words of persuasion, there are a lot of people who are not afraid of death and dare to ignore everything for money.
As a secret agent of the Supervisory Office, Powell knew many famous gangsters. In fact, the underground forces in the city were equivalent to the peripheral organizations of the Supervisory Office, acting as informants to provide information and as thugs doing dirty work.
The weather is bad today, cloudy.
Powell couldn't tell what time it was. He could only try his luck at the 'Moulin Rouge', because there were a few desperate veterans who only appeared at fixed times. Once no one was recruiting, those guys would have a drink and leave.
There were a few "wandering warblers" on the street, topless and soliciting customers. They exposed their bodies to Powell and hooked their fingers in an attempt to pull him to a dark corner of the street.
As for what will happen after going to the dark alley, only God knows.
"Have you seen Ruffian Harry?" Powell asked the approaching 'Wing Ying'.
The prostitute's smile immediately faded, and she said coldly, "I don't know."
Che..., Powell laughed disdainfully. He continued to walk forward, turned a corner and arrived at the 'Moulin Rouge'. Everyone on this street knew Ruffian Harry, and no one was afraid of that face.
A guy with a scar and a bad temper.
The 'Moulin Rouge' was originally a mill, with a windmill that drove the mill built on the two-story roof. The wheat grown in the field needs to be threshed and ground after harvesting. Only when it is made into flour can it be the best food.
If you eat wheat rice, it won't taste very good.
Now the 'Moulin Rouge' has become a disorderly place full of bad wine, sweat, filth and other odors. Food is sold here at extremely low prices, which attracts vagrants and scoundrels from the city.
After pushing the door open and entering, Powell couldn't help but cover his nose. He glanced at the bar, where several drunkards were lying on their stomachs chatting, and a sturdy bartender was wiping wooden wine glasses.
As usual, traditional taverns have no windows, the air inside is turbid, and the lighting is extremely poor. In contrast, the "Old Bones" tavern in Harmony Village uses more sophisticated architectural techniques and is superior in terms of ventilation and lighting.
Having gotten used to staying in the clean Harmony Village tavern, Powell also felt that the tavern in Coldwind City was really like a pig's nest. He endured his impatience and came to the bar and asked: "Is Ruffian Harry here?"
The bartender shook his head and glanced at the hourglass on the wine cabinet, "You came early, that guy didn't come until dark."
Powell also glanced at the hourglass.
In the past, he had never thought there was anything wrong with this kind of timekeeping tool. But mechanical clocks were hung in all important places in Harmony Village, and the accurate time could be seen wherever he went. When he made an appointment to meet someone at a certain time, he could get it accurate to the minute.
"Bring me a glass of rum." Powell pointed to the long-necked wine bottle on the wine cabinet. "Don't mix it with water. I can drink the best."
Nobles drank from glass cups, while common people used large wooden cups. The bartender grabbed a flask from the wine cabinet, poured half a cup and took away a silver coin. Powell grabbed the wine glass and took a sip, and the drunkard next to him asked him, "You
What are you doing with Harry?"
"Find Harry something to do."
"I also want to find something to do."
"Get away, I don't want drunk guys doing bad things."
After waiting for a long time, the hourglass on the wine cabinet was turned over several times, and half of the glass of rum in Powell's hand was drained. Ruffian Harry still didn't show up. He felt a little urgent to urinate, so he got up and walked towards the back door of the pub.
There is an open-air toilet at the back door of the tavern. Drunkards come here to relieve their bladder pain. Some people even fell down in the corner after drinking too much and drowned in urine.
As soon as Powell unbuttoned his trousers, he heard someone in the tavern shouting: "Harry, someone just wanted to find a job for you."
Hearing this, Powell felt that his wait had not been in vain. But just as he was about to urinate and think about how to tell Harry to kill someone, he heard another loud clang in the tavern.
Someone could be heard walking in with heavy footsteps through the back door. Powell was startled and held back his urine. He pricked up his ears and listened, and there was an explosive voice shouting in the tavern.
"Detect evil."
An arcane halo exploded in the tavern, and everyone's heads lit up with red light. Immediately afterwards, a voice was heard roaring, and the sharp sword light opened and closed, illuminating the dim tavern as if it was struck by lightning.
Tables and chairs overturned, people screamed, sword blades cut into human bodies, and blood spilled on the ground. There were yells and screams in the tavern, and chaotic footsteps were running around. Some people were calling for help, some were resisting, and the sound of weapons hitting was endless.
As soon as Powell peed, he was forced to hold it back. He stood outside the back door and poked his head slightly, trying to figure out what was going on in the pub.
Through the narrow corridor, only figures could be seen moving. Judging from the crackling movement, there was an extremely savage guy launching a wild attack.
Each scream would not last long, and was followed by a short scream. Powell could roughly imagine the situation in the tavern - someone was killing people, and no one could withstand his swift and violent attacks.
The bartender seemed to be fighting, but he couldn't even hold on for a round. The drunkards and gangsters were dodging in all directions, but no one could escape with their lives. The bloody smell was full and scattered, instantly covering up the original mixed smell, making it even more terrifying.
Powell stood stunned at the back door, daring not to act rashly.
I heard a very loud scream in the tavern, and quickly approached the back door. A figure rushed out, and was about to escape the slaughterhouse of death, but a sharp sword light chased behind him.
The sword light cut through the figure, splitting it in half with a crash. The figure fell down, and its internal organs were thrown to the ground like a pot of offal. The upper body that fell to the ground struggled to crawl a few times, but soon regained strength.
exhaust.
Powell was so shocked that his mind went blank. He recognized the lawless guy on the ground, his scarred face with a fierce anger, and his eyes that were unwilling to rest in peace.
Ruffian Harry was a well-known desperate veteran in Cold Wind City. Double figures of masters died under his poisoned dagger. Before accepting Powell's mission, he was split in half.