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Oak Avenue.

Tavern.

Sitting at a wine table in a remote corner, Bolva's eyes occasionally glanced at the noisy mercenaries, who were a place of joy and catharsis at night.

He didn't like to drink, he didn't like mercenaries, and he even hated such noisy and vulgar places.

And sometimes, he had a reason to be here.

A mercenary is a soldier who is hired solely for profit, and as long as he has enough tempting Jintor, he will do whatever it takes to fulfill his employer's commission, and in the process, you don't have to doubt their loyalty, because credit is the most important label of their profession.

If a mercenary loses his credit, then his profession has come to an end completely, and no one will trust to entrust a person who has been treacherous to his employer.

Everyone understands the simple truth, but the scum of the mercenary world is still common.

No matter how strange the commission is, as long as the employer is willing to pay a satisfactory reward, the mercenary will not mind at all, and will not even have any doubts about the employer's commission.

Secrecy is another important work ethic for mercenaries.

It is undeniable that the mercenary profession has indeed played a lot of important roles in all levels of society, but such a large group of mercenaries is naturally inevitably mixed with many scum scum and outlaws.

Bolva doesn't like mercenaries, because he believes that the order of society is corrupted by them, and as a member of the Investigation Section of the Royal Capital Security Agency, he has a deeper understanding of mercenaries than ordinary people.

Judging from the number of crime cases sorted out in the royal capital every year, the crime rate of mercenaries accounts for most of the total, and it is purely a big joke to make an honest investigation officer have a good impression of them.

"Why hasn't that old Capone guy come yet?"

At the wine table, Borva was not alone, but a colleague in the same situation sat opposite him.

Borenny Lean, a third-level agent in the Investigation Department of the Royal Capital Guard Department, was seconded by Delov as well, and has a high level of knowledge in intelligence gathering.

"I told you mercenaries were unreliable, but you just wouldn't believe it, and besides, that old guy is a man with a history of betraying his employer."

Borva frowned, the disgust on his face evident.

Selling information is another means for mercenaries to survive, and Capone is an old mercenary who sells information for a living.

Mercenaries are a profession with no permanent residence, which gives them a wealth of knowledge about the outside world they have traveled, and if you want to know a place, the best way is to find mercenaries who have traveled and ventured there, and from them, you can get enough information, provided you have enough consulting funds on you.

Whether it is the outside world or the royal capital, each mercenary who mainly sells intelligence has their own unique direction of collecting, and Capone has a bad reputation because he once betrayed his employer during a mission many years ago.

I thought that he would be completely silent among the mercenaries, but I didn't expect that within a few years, he gradually became famous in the intelligence sales circle.

Perhaps it was the stain he once carried, so his intelligence fees have always been quite low, and even no customers came to his door for a long time, and it is said that he gradually accumulated a certain amount of credit at the cost of free at the beginning.

Therefore, it can be seen how important credit is for the survival of a mercenary.

Not everyone is able to reluctantly become active in the mercenary circle like Capone.

"Bolva, I know you don't like mercenaries, but just a few of us want to gather enough information, without the help of these mercenaries, where do you think we can go now?" Lean shook his head, grabbed the amber ale from the rough wooden wine glass, and took a sip of it, smiling nonchaling.

"Don't talk about that, Lien, Chief Delov, what would you think about it if it were?" Borva sighed helplessly and shifted the conversation to what happened today.

Lien raised his eyebrows, turned his fingers and raised his wine glass, and said lightly: "I think you know very well that if you return to the Investigation Cory, there will be no status for us to exist at all, although Chief Delov has an unexplained involvement with the fourth prince, but under his subordinates can indeed give full play to their abilities...... According to my analysis of the current royal capital, the fourth prince will not be punished lightly, and it is even likely that he will be acquitted, after all, the contradiction between the eldest prince and the fourth prince is the means by which His Majesty has always secured the throne......"

"I don't think it's going to be that simple, and the eldest prince won't let go of this great opportunity." Bolva said solemnly.

"So, you're a gambler who has lost everything, and you have only one choice to turn the tables around, whether to put your future on the stakes, or choose to quit obscurity...... If it were me, I would choose to bet on the future! Lion drank the last of the ale in his glass, and looked at Bolva with bright eyes.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much about it, and I haven't been able to see it clearly." Bolva laughed to himself: "Even if the fourth prince's side fails, is it worse than the situation in the Investigation Section?" It's just a big deal to go back to my hometown in the countryside."

"I really envy you, among the few of us, although you don't have the advantages of being good at it alone, but you are the one who can best grasp the overall situation of the essence of the investigation, no wonder Chief Delov will look down on you." Lien couldn't help but sigh.

Bolva shook his head lightly and said, "I don't think Chief Delov will turn a blind eye to your abilities these days, and maybe he will extend the same invitation to you when the time comes." ”

"Maybe—"

Leon shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at the tavern door and began to mutter.

"Why hasn't that old carpone come yet? Did he remember the wrong time? ”

Bolva leaned back in his chair, a faint mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Speaking of which, what is the matter with you calling me to this place?" Could it be that Capone brought some important information to the target? ”

"You'll find out then." Lion looked back and said mysteriously.

"We'll see."

For Bolva, the rest of the year was a long, boring wait.

He doesn't like to drink like Lean, and at the same time, he is not good at all kinds of interpersonal relationships, at this time he has long left the wine table, and the whole person is talking loudly in a bunch of rude mercenaries, and occasionally whispers to some beautiful female mercenaries, provoking the other party to show a rare shyness.

Lean already has a good skin, and the long-term process of gathering intelligence has allowed him to accumulate a lot of knowledge, coupled with his clever speech and hearty and uninhibited personality, which makes it easy for him to fit into any circle.

If it weren't for the fact that he hooked up with a nobleman's mistress, I'm afraid he wouldn't have ended up in the same situation as him.

People have different personalities, and although Bolva sometimes envies Lyne's life, he knows that he is not him and he cannot be him.

A noisy corner, a lonely person, seems to be isolated from the whole world.

Borva watched coldly, from the layout of the tavern to the look and posture of everyone he observed, until he got tired of it.

He stood up, walked over to the table where Ryan and the mercenaries were, and reached out and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Lion. I'm afraid Capone won't be here today. ”

"What are you talking about?"

Lien turned his head sideways and shouted at Bolva behind him.

An unpleasant smell of wine came, Bolva unconsciously covered his nose, frowned slightly, looked at Lien, who was drunk and blushing, shook his head, and said, "I'm leaving." ”

"Oh...... Are you leaving? See you tomorrow, then—"

This time, Lion heard Borva's voice.

Turning to leave, after walking out of the tavern door, smelling the fresh night air, the depressed and dull mood was soothed.

Sure enough, I still hate this kind of place.

Lion didn't care about Borva's departure, and once he got drunk, he sometimes lost his usual self in words and deeds, and even forgot the purpose of his original purpose.

Now he just wants to drink, he just wants to talk, he just wants to make an appointment with the mercenary next to him about how he will spend a wonderful night.

Suddenly, Leon felt a brief pain in his heart, and his vision became more and more blurred, and he lowered his head, only to see a sharp sword through his chest.

He looked back in astonishment, and saw that the mercenary who had just been talking about was smiling at him.

He wanted to speak, but for some reason, he couldn't speak.

"Mr. Lean, I'm sorry that someone entrusted our mercenary group to take your life."

The mercenary groaned as the dagger pierced into Lion's heart spun suddenly.

Lien opened his mouth wide, and in a trance, he saw that the mercenaries who had been drinking with him just now surrounded him, obstructing everyone's view, and no one would find out that an inexplicable assassination had taken place here.

"Oops—Mr. Lean, why are you drunk, Nightingale, let's send Mr. Leon home together."

In his ears, before the darkness completely swallowed his consciousness, he vaguely heard the beautiful voice of a girl who was concerned and anxious.

So beautiful, so vicious.

……

A dark and deserted street.

Borva stopped, because someone had blocked him in the direction of his home.

It was a mysterious stranger shrouded in black robes.

"Mr. Borva?"

The man spoke suddenly, stopping his attempts to ignore the detour.

"Who are you?" Bolva looked at the other party coldly.

"The people you've been investigating." The man walked slowly towards him.

Bolva's expression changed, and he quickly pulled out the short dagger hidden in his waist and crossed his chest, and the whole person was instantly full of aggression.

"What do you want to do?"

"Solve the trouble."

In an instant, Borva's sober mind was connected to many things at once.

"If I die suddenly, you must tell Lord Sù Roslin all the information of the investigation, and there must be no accidents."

"I don't know...... But I feel this way. ”

"I knew from the beginning that this was a dangerous investigation, and it wouldn't be a surprise if one day I would die because of it."

"It's something I can't refuse."

"Maybe I thought about refusing, but after I chose to intervene in this investigation, there was no turning back."

During the day, the words that Chief Rydlove had suddenly said to him suddenly appeared clearly, and a chill suddenly permeated his whole body.

"What did you do to Chief Delov?"

"Killed."

The man was getting closer.

"Including your colleagues, the intelligence you've been investigating these days."

The man drew his sword from his black robe, and the breeze blew, and the dark clouds that obscured the purple moon drifted silently, and the hazy light shone on the earth again.

Before Bolva could react, a silver light flashed, and his eyes were wide with incredulity.

"Dang Chang—"

The crisp sound of the dagger hitting the ground echoed, and the moment before he died, Bolva seemed to hear blood spraying from his neck with the sound of the wind.

Fall down.

The black-robed man looked up at a rooftop.

"I hope your intelligence is not wrong."

A figure walked out of the roof chimney, and he shook his head.

"There is no mistake in my information, now you need to go with me to meet His Royal Highness the Great Prince."

"Why?"

"Tirrant has been discovered."