Twilight Street is not a high-end business district in Marienburg. On the contrary, it is a place where many mercenaries and businessmen like to hang out. Here, you can drink the cheapest barley wine for three copper coins. Many workers are off work.
I also like to come here for a drink before going home.
It was late at night, and the originally dense flow of people seemed a bit deserted. There were still many people on the street, but it was no longer crowded.
Ryan walked step by step in the street. He could feel that many people on the street were whispering when they saw that he was neat and tidy. The street was very dark, with only weak candlelight and magic lights. Many special professions were hiding in the darkness.
When Ryan showed up, many people started to take action.
The first person to come up was an old man. He approached tremblingly and stretched out his hand towards Ryan: "Sir, please help me, I haven't eaten in three days!"
"It has nothing to do with me that you haven't eaten for several days. Get out of here, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless." Ryan said with narrowed eyes.
"Please don't do this, please don't bully an old man, this gentleman... Oops, my legs and feet are not very convenient..." The old man kept leaning on Ryan, and then he seemed to be unable to stand due to his old age and frailty.
Pounced towards Ryan.
On the street corner, two young and strong young men were ready.
If the old man bumps into Ryan and Ryan reaches out to help him, they will appear pretending to be good Samaritans, swarm over, and take the opportunity to help the old man steal things from Ryan.
If Ryan blocks or dodges, the two young men will use this as an excuse to pull and stop Ryan from "bullying the old man", and then take the opportunity to pickpocket.
If Ryan dares to take action, that would be even better. They will immediately call in the patrol guards, and then use them as "witnesses" to accuse Ryan of bullying the old man. At the same time, they will negotiate privately and take the opportunity to blackmail.
However, what happened next was beyond the two men's expectations. Ryan sneered and reached out to take off the wig from the old man's head. Then he grabbed the old man and threw it away. The old man disappeared in the stunned eyes of the two young men.
It fell into the black night sky, and I didn’t know where it was thrown.
"Ahhhh!" Only the screams in the air were left.
"Hahahaha!" The middle of the street was full of laughter from various practitioners. It was obvious that this young man was very skilled and not someone to be trifled with. Moreover, he seemed to be proficient in such twists and turns in the dark, so the thieves
She quickly diverted her attention away from him and started thinking about the next good target.
A pedestrian on the street was stopped by Ryan: "Mr. Falk? Why are you here?"
"Ah! Oh my God, it's you!" Fuck, who was holding a large plate of toasted bread and barbecue in his hand, was so frightened that he almost threw the things away: "What kind of wind brought you to this place?"
"What are you doing?" Seeing that no one was paying attention, Ryan came out with a smile and patted Fake on the shoulder.
"The boss was drinking in the bar in front, and he asked me to come over and buy some midnight snacks." Fake explained quickly.
"Interesting~ lead the way, I also want to visit the bar!" Ryan thought that was just right, so he motioned to Fake to lead the way.
"Of course...of course!" The guard said nothing and immediately opened the door of a tavern with Ryan.
The name of this pub is called Slug Tavern. The black rotten wooden signboard has been wiped clean. A big slug logo and a line of small words indicate that this is a pub.
The lights in the bar were very dim, with only simple candlelight and whispers. There were not many people in the bar. Most of the guests were chatting and telling the story with the sturdy bartender at the bar.
The boredom of life.
Under the leadership of Falk, Lane found Oliver drinking alone in the corner: "Mr. Oliver?"
In the corner of the bar, the imperial businessman was sitting alone in a small booth. There was a candlelight on the large table, illuminating the fat round face of the imperial businessman. Two glasses of cider were placed on the sturdy wooden table.
and pear wine.
"Mr. Oliver? We meet again!" Ryan appeared in front of the imperial businessman, and then made a hissing gesture towards the surprised imperial businessman: "Low-key, low-key."
"Mr...Lane?" Oliver was surprised as to why Lane appeared here, but the imperial businessman soon realized that Lane didn't want to reveal his identity, so he simply didn't want to think about it that much: "Would you like a drink? I'll treat you."
"Okay, let's have a glass of cider!" Ryan said to the waiter, and then took out a silver coin. The waiter took the silver coin and walked away. He quickly brought three glasses of cider, and then there was no change.
"Pfft, is there anything like this?" Ryan stared at the three glasses of cider in front of him for a moment, while Oliver laughed loudly: "I forgot to tell you, Mr. Ryan, in a place like this, as long as you don't speak carefully, the waiter will
They don’t give change. How much money you take out represents how much you buy. These greedy shopkeepers will not spit out any coins that are put into their bags.”
"Okay." Ryan picked up the wine glass: "Cheers to our health!"
"Cheers to our purses!" Oliver also picked up the large wooden wine glass.
After drinking a few glasses of wine, accompanied by freshly baked bread and barbecue, the two men quickly chatted.
Unlike the previous complacency in the city hall, Oliver now looked decadent and was in a very bad mood. After chatting, it turned out that Oliver had just left the banquet, and the family members of his previous guards took the opportunity to block the door of the city hall.
The merchants of the empire demanded a large pension from him. The merchants of Marienburg valued their credit the most, so Oliver had no choice but to give it. This large pension almost emptied every gold coin in Oliver's possession.
"Heavy losses, Mr. Lane, you know, I suffered heavy losses on this trip to Nord. The loss of the goods is a small matter, because I can offset part of the loss by selling the goods from Marienburg to Nord, but
Too many people died on the way back, and the pension alone is a huge expense. Let me tell you this, Mr. Lane, my work this year has been in vain." Oliver happened to find an opportunity, so he vomited to Lane
Ku Shui: "Fortunately, I survived and didn't pay all the money."
"Living is the best business. If the money is gone, you can still make more money. But if your life is gone, you really can't save it~" Ryan smiled, and Oliver nodded when he heard it, and a lot of the depression in his heart was dissipated.
: "Yes, yes! Mr. Lane is right!"
"Recently, our Emperor defeated the barbarian army. The merchants who lent money to His Majesty made a lot of money. The imperial army seized a large amount of gold and silver from the barbarians. This was another opportunity to make money.
, I missed it again." As Oliver spoke, he became sad again. The imperial businessman leaned back on his chair dejectedly: "Such a big business opportunity is right in front of me, and I actually missed it. Now the shares have been taken away by those big businessmen.
, I have no chance, and I have lost a lot of money! Oh my God! Has Ms. Fortune abandoned me?"
"Haha~" Ryan suddenly laughed. He raised his head and took a big sip of cider. The quality of the cider in the Slug Bar was average. Compared to the mellow aroma of the fruit wine, Ryan felt that the sour and astringent taste accounted for a larger part. He smacked his mouth.
Ryan thought that the failure of Oliver's business trip had something to do with him and Oliver's bad luck. Although Ryan had no psychological burden, he suddenly felt that he could help Oliver, so Ryan straightened his collar.
He whispered: "But Mr. Oliver, you will lose more in the future!"
"What?!"
"Next, the merchants who chose to support the emperor's war will make a fortune. They can buy the spoils from His Majesty at a suitable price. The futures market will soar due to the inflow of large sums of money from the emperor to repay the loan. Copper and iron
The price will also rise accordingly, and many businessmen will make a fortune." Ryan whispered the terrible fact: "Mr. Oliver has missed this precious opportunity to make money because of his poor information, and he has lost more."
"Oh! No! Don't do this!" Oliver covered his eyes in pain. The empire businessman could feel countless wealth slipping away from his fingers. This is the most painful thing for a businessman, because the businessman will never
You will only consider that whatever you make is your own, and whatever you don’t make is a loss.
"You can't sit still and wait any longer, friend, you should take action! Otherwise you will only lose more in the future." Ryan suddenly whispered: "Nord's villages are full of desolation, and the abandoned and destroyed towns need to be rebuilt...
…”
"Yes...yes!!!" Oliver immediately understood what Ryan meant. This was another huge business opportunity. The imperial businessmen had already smelled the smell of gold: "I have to prepare for action. I can't just look at what's in front of me.
losses, otherwise the losses will only be greater in the long run."
The candlelight on the wooden table was swaying slightly in response to Oliver's voice.
After the short-lived excitement passed, the imperial businessman was quickly hit again because he got in touch with reality: "But I have a fatal problem, Mr. Lane, I don't have enough funds on hand. I still have two dollars on hand."
This is a business deal, and undertaking the reconstruction of the land is certainly a lucrative job, but..."
"I can borrow it from you." Ryan's words were like sounds of nature to Oliver.
"Seriously?!" Oliver felt that happiness came a little too suddenly.
"I don't like lying, and this is our joint business, Mr. Oliver. Apart from other places, in Nord, my name is more effective than the warrants of many lords." Ryan narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth.
: "So this is a deal. You need money and the lord's trust. I need profits and your business methods. We need each other, don't we?"
"Your words conquered me. Indeed, Mr. Lane, I will let you know my talents and my business capabilities." After getting a suitable target, Oliver immediately lost interest in drinking, and the imperial businessman immediately expressed his desire to
He immediately purchased a large amount of goods and recruited mercenary guards. Nord's shipping was about to be closed. He must not miss this opportunity to make money.
After the discussion, the two of them were about to get up. At this moment, several women suddenly burst in from the door of the tavern.
These women's faces are painted with makeup and powder, and they wear revealing clothes. They walk around twisting and posing, especially the smell of low-grade perfume on their bodies is very disgusting.
They are the street ladies of this street.
These women all have a typical feature - they are not beautiful, they may have eyes that are too small, nose bridges that are too high, and mouths that are too big, but they still walk in the direction of Ryan and Oliver,
Obviously they had planned it.
Ryan noticed that the waiters and bartenders at the bar had no reaction to the arrival of these street girls, so several women came to Ryan and Oliver together: "Gentlemen, do you need someone to accompany you to drink? Or do you need someone to drink with you?"
Want to accompany you through the lonely night? Just drinking is not a good idea!"
"I'm sorry, I'm not interested. I still have a lot of important things to do next, Frank? Let's go~" Oliver immediately waved his hand to express that he was not interested, and he would rush back overnight to gather people.
"Mr. Lane, are you coming with us?" Oliver also asked Lane if he wanted to come with us, obviously because he wanted to help him get rid of these street girls.
"No, I'll handle it myself." Ryan waved his hand, indicating that Oliver didn't need to worry about him.
"Well, Mr. Lane, see you later!" So Oliver hurried away with his bodyguard.
"Hello everyone! Ladies, if you don't mind, how about I treat three lucky people to a drink of barley wine?" Ryan rolled his eyes and then pointed at three street girls: "You, you, and you,
Just you three stay!"
So the three street girls sat down, and the waiter took the copper coins given by Ryan and gave each of them a glass of barley wine.
The leading street girl’s name is Sarah. She has big hands and strong facial features. Other than that, her appearance is quite passable: “Is this handsome guy the same person? I called three of them at once.
Are you so confident in yourself?"
"Of course, haha!" Ryan looks very handsome, and his clothes are neat and tidy. At first glance, it is not easy to appear in this kind of neighborhood.
"Where do handsome guys come from?" Sarah picked up the barley wine and took a swig.
"I'm from Brunswick and I'm a businessman. My name is Rod~" Ryan said casually: "I'm friends with Mr. Oliver just now!"
Ryan's appearance is not the typical blond Nord appearance at all. His black hair and blue eyes appearance is that of the typical core race of the empire - the Aachen people. The royal family and some of the great nobles of the human empire have the same appearance.
He is from Aachen, and his low-gothic speaking is quite standard, so there is no sense of inconsistency in saying that he is from the Empire.
After a few glasses of barley wine, Ryan motioned to go to the hotel together: "I think we can continue to 'chat'. I have a baby I want to show you."
"Oh! Of course!" The street girls originally wanted to do Ryan's business.
So the group went to find a hotel.
Ryan's eyes narrowed inadvertently, because in his consciousness, a sacred white glow appeared.
"Ryan, my champion, what are you doing? Do you really think these indulgent people are worthy of contact?" The beautiful figure of the fairy in the lake descended in Ryan's sea of consciousness, and the god's tone did not fluctuate, but there was a certain tone.
A strange sense of danger: "Or do you have another purpose?"
"Of course I have other goals, my lady, I really have no interest in having anything happen with these street girls, but..." Ryan's blue eyes rolled around, and the corners of his mouth were raised high. He was very confident.
"I just think that whether we can figure out whether the Fallen Hunters are involved with the Weimei Society, and whether we can figure out what the Weimei Society is, will fall on these street girls!" Ryan said in a very determined tone: "I'm interested.
Supervise, my lady."
"Interesting, then I will witness all this." (To be continued)