'Lucky Hero's Rabbit's Feet' is located just at the intersection of the port district, the slum and the central area of Ossing, and the houses that look a little dilapidated are inconspicuous, except for some large ones, the goods sold are very miscellaneous, and the windows are mostly covered with paper or various cloths, it seems to be just a very ordinary large grocery store, there is nothing worth noting, and there are not even many customers.

However, in the eyes of some special people, this place is the most complex, important and prosperous place in Osstar, but because of the particularity of the group targeted, it seems not very conspicuous.

The dark back alley, where only two people can walk side by side, is damp and dim, and it seems that only rats and cockroaches like to inhabit it, but by a dilapidated wooden door in the middle of the back alley, two men with daggers and short knives at their waists are chatting one after another, and no matter how they talk, the content of the conversation is inseparable from the most important event in Ossion City in recent days, the cultist riots.

“... It's a pity, with the intervention of the Temple of Sunlight and the Guardian Hand, the business in the ghetto is not good. At least until those damned cultists are caught, they certainly won't let go of their grip on the ghetto for a long time......"

The little one among them shaved his fingernails with a dagger.

His movements were casual, as if he didn't even look at the movements in his hands, and he wasn't afraid of being hurt by a dagger at all, but in fact he didn't.

His hands are slender and nimble, and they seem to be well-maintained, and they have been trained so well that you can tell that whether it's picking a lock or quietly removing something from someone's body, it will work well.

Of course, he is not a thief, at least not an ordinary thief, and an ordinary thief is definitely not qualified to guard the old wooden door behind him here.

That's the backdoor of the Nightblade union.

The other man was a big man squatting on the ground, with a big face full of flesh and a pair of small eyes that were almost buried in the pile of meat, and the smell of wine was so thick that even the reptiles around him did not dare to approach him.

The big man took a bite of the bacon in his hand, drank the last sip of wine in the seal skin bag, threw the skin bag away, burped, and muttered, "What is this, I think the biggest loss is that those Westerners are gone." Every year, the old man can squeeze out a full five hundred gold coins from those yellow monkeys, which is good. Those damned cultists have ruined one of our best ways of making money. May the devil they worship catch them and eat them, and pull them out again for the maggots in the abyss to eat...... Hahahaha, that's a good joke, I heard from old Yubi. ”

The little man glanced at the big man in disgust and said, "If it weren't for this riot, probably no one would have known that those Westerners had anything to do with the cultists...... Don't you feel scared to think of how much you used to blackmail those fellows? Maybe they cursed you or something, or one night the devil with a summoned demon came secretly and took out your entrails and sacrificed them. ”

"Haha, they don't dare, those yellow-skinned monkeys with no eggs. ”

The big man laughed, reached out and grabbed the seal skin, and found that it was really empty, scolded and threw it away.

"I'm telling you, all Westerners are eggless bastards. You don't see that some of them have made a lot of money, and some have even swaggered to buy a house in the central area. But they are all bad breeds. I heard that they all believe in ancestral spirits like those greenskins in the south, or they are lowly unbelievers, this kind of people are very easy to deal with, they don't want to make a big deal out of it, just intimidate them and they can be so scared that they will take off their pants and give them to you. They don't even have the guts to believe in the devil, and it is impossible for them to become cultists. Even this time, it seems that it was only because of the money received from the cultists that they provided shelter to those cultists. Then there was a commotion, and those guys were afraid that the temple would track them down, so they simply ran away. ”

"I heard that in recent years, there have been a lot of cults in the south, especially in the Oro Plains. Otherwise, the temple's reaction wouldn't have been so great this time......"

"Who cares what those gods and nobles think, in fact, as long as they don't interfere with us. ”

The big man took a bite of the dried bacon and whined.

“... Well, they've driven out the yellow-skinned monkeys and we're going to clean up the slums, and we've got more than one way to get rid of it... It's definitely not as much fun as it used to be. Hey, don't say it, I really miss those Westerners now. Their women don't look good, but they actually taste pretty good. As long as you scare them, you can do anything, yes, it's them, male or female, hehehehe......"

The little man drooped his eyelids, and while he was weakly carving his nails, he listened boredly as the big man's interest gradually began to rise, and he told his story of how he took advantage of Westerners.

Suddenly, the little man raised his head and stretched out his hand to signal to the big man, who stopped his speech and looked in the direction the little man was looking, just in time to find a person walking in from around the corner.

The people came in a hurry, obviously not getting lost and came here, but looking at his dress, it seems that he is not the person who should be here.

Dressed in a fairly neat and decent uniform, and wearing a wide-brimmed hat of a port officer, a very clean and young face, it is especially abrupt in this dirty and messy back street, only a big wet pocket in his hand can barely be considered a match for here.

The two of them looked expressionlessly as the boy dressed as a clerk approached, and the little man said coldly: "If you want to do business, please go through the front door, there is no way here." ”

"Yes, it doesn't work here. If you have something you want to sell, go to the front second floor. ”

The big man sitting on the ground looked at the wet pocket in the boy's hand, and then at his face, and saw that it was a good-looking young boy.

He smiled and burped.

"Unless you want to have some fun and ask your uncle to teach you something fun?"

The sour smell made the young man dressed as an clerk cover his nose and take a step back, glanced at the big man and the seal skin bag on the ground in disgust, and said in a spit-like tone: "The mixed dogskin barbarian of the North Sea"

"What did you say?"

The big man stood up, his little eyes wide and bloodshot in the middle of the meat, staring like a bear at the clerk who was only up to his chest.

The clerk ignored him, looked at the little man beside him, and said, "It's time for Fafud's night crow to moult." ”

The little man was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the big man.

The person who can say this code means that he is qualified to enter the back door, there are not many such people in Ossin City, but they don't know this person, and this person does look too young.

"Can I ask you something, and where are you from?"

The little man straightened up.

"Just go in and pass the word. ”

The clerk had no intention of answering.

"Boy, it's not interesting to hear a code somewhere, try it out, and then go back and brag about it to your friends. ”

The big man snorted wine and approached the clerk, and the red in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Either tell me where you came from and what you're doing here, or you can get down on your knees and open your mouth right away......"

A dark red ray shot out of the clerk's open hand and pierced into the big man's left eye, and then with a muffled pop, the big man's right eye flew out of the eye socket, flew out a few meters away quite vigorously, and stuck to the opposite wall with a click.

There was also a hot red and white thick slurry that spurted out from both ears and nostrils of the big man, as if a hot pot of thick porridge had suddenly exploded in his head.

The smell of fish filled the air at once, and the body of the big man shook in place with his empty and bloody eyes, and then collapsed to the ground like a sack.

"Mage!"

The little man was stunned, reflexively clenched his dagger, and jumped away.

"Tell the old crow to find a scum who doesn't drink next time to come to the door. ”

The clerk gave him a cold look.

"Who the hell are you ......"

Cold sweat broke out on the little man's forehead.

The mage represents not only the great power of the arcane, but also the status.

Mages are aristocrats, and even if some have been reduced to the point of being mercenaries for adventuring teams, this is certainly not the case at the moment.

"Just go and spread the word. ”

The clerk didn't look at him again, but just tapped the corner of his coat with his finger, and a little flame jumped out of his finger, burning the corner of his coat to ashes along with the brains splashed on it.

Soon, the leader of the Nightblade Guild and one of the most powerful men in the shadows of Oss, Old Raven, met the mage guest dressed as an clerk in his room.

The old crow is fifty-eight years old this year, wearing a very elegant and decent clothes, a long silver-gray hair is meticulously combed, and there is a faint smell of perfume on his body.

But in fact, all the theft, trafficking, and fraud in Ossson City are at least eighty percent of his business, and the breadth of his business, and the degree of control over the underground of Osstar City has reached the level that can make the major temples and the Rothschild family look at it.

In a way, the location of the 'Lucky Hérault's rabbit's foot' is telling—the junction between the ghetto, the port, and the central district.

After more than thirty years of operation by the old crow, the 'Night Blade' can easily seize any profitable opportunity between the three classes, and even neither side can do without him.

It is not easy for a gang leader to do this, and the old crow is often proud of it.

The shop in front of Lucky Arrow's Rabbit Foot is used for mass activities such as selling stolen goods, offering bounties, etc., and anyone can enter and exit, while the back door is reserved for special guests who are qualified to talk to the old crow face-to-face.

Many times, this qualification is a sought-after resource in its own right.

So the old crow has a sense of superiority every time he receives these special guests.

But not this time, when he saw the young clerk, the old crow's first reaction was to reach out and rub his somewhat aching forehead, and then waved his hand and made a specific gesture to let the two guards who followed him back away.

The two guards glanced at each other with some surprise, they rarely saw the old crow make this gesture.

The gesture is to get them away and make sure that no one else is around - it's a real departure, more often than not, it's a pretense to leave, and there are enough weapons and men ready to turn back and slaughter the other person who has let their guard down.

Of course, they could not question the old crow's decision, and turned and left the room.

"Shouldn't you try to avoid showing up in Ossing City at a time when danger is sensitive like this?"

The old crow was as polite as he could, and if he could, he didn't want to see this man, or these people, at any time.

"I'm looking for you. ”

The young clerk said directly, dropping the bag in his hand on the ground.

"Of course, of course. ”

This is a matter of course, and once these people show up, something will definitely happen, and often it will be a big deal.

The old crow's eyes lit up when he saw the wet bag in the clerk's hand.

It would be nice if it was just to help with the stolen goods.

"Are you selling any valuables? No problem, even if it's not a good place to be seen here, I have a safe and fast way to sell it to Oroyosta. ”

"It's not selling, it's shipping. I'll give you an address, and you can send it there for me. These are valuable spell materials, and you'd better find reliable men. ”

Is it just shipping.

The old crow hesitated slightly.

If it is the sale of stolen goods, it is an equal and distant cooperative relationship, any bold gang can do it, if it is to help these people transport stolen goods, it is an errand runner, and it is very troublesome to get involved with these people, even for the gangsters.

But if it was just that, he didn't have the right to refuse, so he just nodded after a little hesitation.

"Also, help me investigate something. There's a big Westerner ship coming to the port, you know?"

"Yes. ”

The old crow nodded.

There was basically nothing in Osstar that he didn't know.

"It is said that the envoys of the Western Empire who came at the invitation of Duke Incre, poor fellow, no one bothered them in such a chaotic time. ”

"Look at them, how many of them, what kind of people, and what they're going to do next. If they're going to leave for Inclave, I'm going to get their route map as soon as possible. Most importantly, the goods they carry must be clear. I'll give you an address, and you can just send the message there every day. ”

"But they're all huddled in that big ship, and our people can't get in there, and we can't make contact with them. ”

"They were about to disembark, maybe they had already gotten down, if they didn't want to sink with the ship. ”

The clerk said lightly.

"They're going to stay, they're going to buy food, they're going to get someone to repair the boat, they're going to have someone to be a guide if they're going to Incre, and your people have a chance. ”

"Ship repair? yes, that would be a good opportunity. ”

The old crow looked thoughtfully at the wet pocket on the floor and nodded.

He could tell that there was seawater on it, and that the bag should have at least twenty times more room for expansion, which meant that there were a lot of things in it, and it seemed that they were all Westerners.

"One more thing, help me find out one of those Westerners. He was probably in his twenties, and he was supposed to be a translator in the ranks of the envoys, who could speak the lingua franca and use Oriental techniques. I heard that after the argument between that idiot in Roynara and this group of Westerners, this man was taken away by the people of the Sun Temple, and it seems that it has something to do with the Sun Temple. I want all the details of him, as well as his current condition and whereabouts. The more detailed, the better. ”

"The Temple of the Sun?"

The old crow finally noticed something that had some headaches.

It's not that there is any trouble in the Sun Temple, but if it is found that he is helping these people to find out the movements of the Sun Temple, then even he will be a little unbearable.

"Well, I'll try. But I can't promise anything. ”

He knew he couldn't say no outright, so he could only shrug his shoulders.

"You know, because of those cultists, the temple is very sensitive during this time. ”

"These two things must be done. ”

The clerk had no expression on his face, and his tone was commanding.

No one had dared to speak to the old crow in such a tone for almost twenty years, and the old crow smiled, and extinguished the anger that had just risen.

Unprovoked expression of anger doesn't solve anything unless it needs to be expressed, as he knew forty years ago.

That's right, even if he can immediately get rid of the guy in front of him dressed as an clerk - although the mage is powerful, but not invincible, there are at least double digits of mages who have died under the old crow's various methods over the years - but it will only be counterproductive, it is certainly troublesome to get involved with these guys, and it is not as simple as trouble to completely anger them.

"Do you regret it?"

A sneering sneer appeared on the clerk's face.

"Do you regret having a relationship with the Revival Society? Do you think we're in trouble now? Afraid of getting the attention of the temple and affecting your business?"

The old crow's first reaction was to touch the sapphire brooch on his chest, which was a high-level spell item to prevent charm and control spells, and of course it also included mental means such as reading thoughts, and for the sake of insurance, he bypassed the high-end goods that these people had bought from Inclave, and it cost him three whole boatloads of sea fish and meat.

But now there was no movement on the brooch, which made the old crow slightly relieved.

It's just that this guy in front of him shouldn't have bypassed the level of this spell defense equipment.

"Why do you people always look at things from such a narrow perspective?"

The clerk said suddenly.

"What?"

The old crow didn't react.

"Interests. Advantage. What benefits do I do these things, how much money can I make? How can I make more profits? How can I get rid of those who are detrimental to my interests. Why are you all thinking about these things in your head?

The old crow didn't speak, and looked at the clerk who suddenly became a little excited.

And he really didn't know what to say, what else to think about besides that?

Think about using the witch medicine of the barbarian shamans of the south to enlarge the organs, or eating the genitals of all kinds of beasts to aphrodisiac like those Westerners?

"Why can't you have higher ideas? Ideals, honors, and responsibilities! Can't you think more long-term, more? Revival will be the hope of the rise of the empire! Everything we do today is for a grander future! For the sake of a sacred cause! Do we have to care about the slightest gain or loss of the present?"

The clerk's voice was sharp and high, and his eyes were lit with an unwilling fire, infinite pride and self-confidence, which made the old crow who faced him speechless.

The old crow really didn't know what to say.

All he knew was that if he couldn't slap someone with such an expression and make his nose bleed, it would be better to say less, even if he agreed—a bad one would think you were qualified to join them, and then burst out with more enthusiasm and cause you more trouble.

There is nothing wrong with these idealized things, and those cultists who sacrifice their lives are just as passionate when they dig out people's internal organs to draw pictures, and they are also convinced that they are engaged in a great and sacred cause.

Of course, from a certain point of view, these people in the Revival Society are far more troublesome than the cultists, they dare to do more things, they can do more and more, that set of remarks The old crow feels stupid and boring, but some people don't think that some nostalgic aristocratic lords may like that tune.

The Arcane Revival Society can make such a big fuss, there must be the support of the powerful nobles behind it, and even if they don't support it, it's not good to openly oppose it.

This is where they are far more troublesome and dangerous than the cultists.

The old crow remained silent until the clerk calmed himself down, his breath was no longer short, and the rosiness on his face and the fire in his eyes were gone, and then he spoke, "What do you want to do?"

"What?"

The clerk frowned.

"Didn't I just say that?"

"No, no, I mean, what is your real purpose?"

The old crow pressed his hands and made a gesture of calm.

"If you trust our ability to believe in the choices we have made before Revival, you tell us what you really want to do, and we will arrange it. Ossing City is our turf, and I dare say no one can be more efficient than us. ”

The clerk groaned for a moment and said, "Okay." First, I want all the goods they carry, and it doesn't matter if it's broken. Second, I want that man, alive. ”

After a pause, he added: "I know that the first thing is difficult, there are a few good players among those Westerners, and you may not be able to do it alone." So I just want you to gather as much information as possible. ”

"Thank you for your understanding. I will do the best I can. ”

The old crow nodded.

"Then the rest is the Westerner, and we'll try to figure it out. ”

"No, about that Westerner... You'd better try to gather information first..."

The clerk rubbed his smooth and round chin and groaned for a while.

"I want to try to get in touch with it myself. ”

"As you wish. ”

That's all the old crow can say.

"Well, in return, I'll give you some benefits and benefits that you like, as you deserve for working with the Renaissance. ”

"Thank you for your generosity. ”

The old crow breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally back to the field he is good at and proficient in, and it shows that these people are indeed worth dealing with.

"The next Lord of Ossing, if you want to bet, choose Baron Anthony. ”

"Do you think he has a better chance of winning?"

The old crow probed.

"No, it's certain, it has to be. ”

The clerk's tone was very indifferent and his attitude was very affirmative.

The old crow was silent, slowly understanding the meaning behind this attitude, and all kinds of possibilities for extension, and after a while, he suddenly raised his head, and his vest was already startled into a cold sweat: "This cultist turmoil... And the assassination of Viscount Tony, you did it..."

"It seems like you're just as good at guessing puzzles as you are at being a gangster. ”

The clerk smiled seemingly indifferently, and there was a sharp coldness in the depths of that smile.

"So you don't have to worry about getting in trouble, because you're already in a ** annoyance. ”

"You, you ......"

The old crow finally couldn't help but roar, but fortunately it was only two seconds, and the city government for many years still made him swallow the last word.

After a few breaths, the old crow quickly calmed down.

Try to keep a friendly distance from a crazy whale, and be careful not to be taken into the whirlpool by it, which is absolutely right.

But once you find out that you are already in the whirlpool, you can't be so conservative anymore.

Either go up and hug the whale and hope that it will rush out with you, or simply stab the bane to death with a knife and walk out on its own.

What to do?