It wasn't until Old Walker's back completely disappeared that the tense nerves of the dog's legs slowly relaxed, and he looked at the sturdy young man who had just gotten up from the ground, and his face showed appreciation.

This kid didn't show any timidity in the face of old Walker, he was really a character, and then thought of Renard's advice before, he thought for a moment, and was extremely reluctant to take out a few copper plates from the money bag and throw them to the other party: "Na!

The copper plate drew an almost perfect arc in the air, causing the surrounding untouchables to look sideways.

Many of the untouchables were eager to come forward and scramble, but when they saw the dog's warning gaze, they immediately retreated into the crowd with a cowardly expression.

The sturdy young man's face was tense, and a touch of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he quickly bullied forward, holding the copper plate in his hand before it was about to hit the ground, and then hiding it in his pocket with lightning speed.

After doing this, his expression returned to normal, revealing a sincere smile on his face: "Thank you, generous sir. ”

The dogleg looked at the other party's face, his expression was full of surprise, the other party should have the strength of a beginner swordsman, and it stands to reason that he will not be reduced to a pariah.

Thinking of this, he frowned slightly and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Tracy Haydn. The sturdy guy replied truthfully.

"Tracy Haydn?" Dogleg searched his mind for memories related to the name, but the results were not very satisfying.

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I haven't heard this name mentioned, you must have come to Fort St. Brieux recently, right?"

"Yes, I wandered here two months ago. The stout guy nodded, without any concealment.

"How old are you and where are you from?"

"I'm eighteen years old, and I'm from the Rose Blossom Province. ”

"What are you doing here, what do you do now, do you have any relatives at home?"

"Well, I left the Rose Province all the way south to get here, and now I make a living by working part-time jobs, I ...... It's an orphan."

When talking about his origin, Tracy's expression was obviously a little flickering.

This immediately aroused the vigilance of the dog's legs, and he was just about to ask something more, when his expression suddenly froze, and he said secretly: Why am I asking so much?

He shook his head and smiled bitterly, blaming himself for being too lenient, he was not a lord, not a sheriff, why bother?

After thinking it through, he shrugged his shoulders and introduced himself, "My name is Tommy, Tommy Hodgson, and welcome you to Fort St. Brieux." ”

The sturdy young man scratched his head honestly and replied, "I know you, Young Master Renard's most loyal follower, one of the famous Eight Great Doglegs. ”

"Hmm......" Dogleg's expression froze, and then he asked with a kind smile, "Who said this?"

Regardless of whether Tommy's mood is good or bad, anyway, the mood of old Walker in the store is extremely bad.

He sat down in the chair inside the counter with a calm face, his fingers tapping on the tabletop, clearly thinking about something important.

After a while, he sighed and opened the drawer to the left of the desk, which contained an old wooden box with a padlock.

Perhaps because of the age, the keyhole is completely rusted and cannot be opened.

Fortunately, the wooden box was not very strong, so he pried open the wooden board next to it in three or two clicks, and after shaking it slightly, an extremely eye-catching golden medal slipped out of the box.

The medallion was made of gold of the highest purity, as dazzling as its color, and its owner should not have played with it very often, leaving a thin layer of dust on its surface.

However, anyone can imagine that just the dust on the surface and a little faint candle flame can make this medal bloom with its due light.

Old Walker played with it greedily for a long time, until the dust on the medal was wiped clean, and then he reluctantly put it back in the box.

He placed the box on the counter, staring unblinkingly, lost in thought again.

In terms of weight alone, this medal is comparable to five fine-quality Arthurian Kingdom gold coins.

In the case of the impoverished Château Saint-Brieuh, five silver coins were enough for an average family of three for two or three months, while five gold coins would keep them fed and clothed for twenty years.

And that's just the face value of the medal, which is enough to be commemorative, more than tripling the value of the medal.

After all, it is a merit medal given to his followers by His Majesty Rochelle Hope, the founder of Arthur's kingdom, and less than 20,000 such medals have been distributed, and after decades of precipitation, I am afraid that less than 23 out of 10 still exist in the world.

Thinking of this, old Walker sighed deeply and said to himself, "It's a curse and not a blessing!"

There was a deep remorse in his tone, he shouldn't be greedy to buy this thing from Goldfinger, after all, the person who can own this thing can't afford to provoke himself, and he figured out the origin of the medal - Wilson's family heirloom medal with a little inquiry.

He originally wanted to return the favor to Mr. Wilson, but he ran into Master Gilbert halfway, and after he made it clear what he meant, the other party actually asked him to take the medal back, saying that it was of important use.

Old Walker is not stupid, and the bastard only revealed a little bit of his style, and he understood that this young master also had the idea of befriending Wilson.

Although Gilbert is only the illegitimate son of the lord, in terms of relationship status, it is certainly beyond the reach of Wilson, an outsider, and he naturally knows how to choose.

Old Walker followed the other party's instructions and took the medal back to the store again, but he didn't dare to ask why the other party didn't return the medal now.

Now that this medal has been stored with him for half a year, he even thinks that the other party has forgotten about it.

If it weren't for Tommy, one of Reynard's subordinates, mentioning it, he would have forgotten that there was such an object in the store.

"Hot potato!" Old Walker looked up at the door, where the crowds of untouchables had gathered, and there was no intention of dispersing, and the business could not be done.

If you want to describe the current situation of old Walker in an afterword, it is that the rat drills the bellows - angry at both ends!

Hand over the medal, offend Young Master Gilbert, and if you don't hand it over, offend Young Master Renard, neither of them is a good talker.

Others may not know Gilbert, as an old fritter who has been on the rivers and lakes for decades, how can he not know the temperament of the other party?

It was a creature more cunning than a fox, more vicious than a viper, and more vicious than a wolf.

As for Renard's character, he doesn't have to bother with his own brains, just ask around the street and you can hear countless curses and curses.

Old Walker sighed again, slowly put the box into the drawer, and at the same time added a lock to the drawer, and then walked to the door of the store, closed the door, and was obviously not ready for business.