Garcia's afternoon breeze on the river beside the market made people a little intoxicated - even if the small merchant and his "guests" were not drinking, they had let their guard down and were half-lying on the old cloth on the floor like drunks.

"It's so comfortable." A Magic Lance soldier touched his round belly. "The hot meals on the boat simply don't take our turn to eat...... I'm miserable. ”

They sat on the boat for a long time. The small businessman secretly made a stroke in his heart again. And from the tone of this man's voice, he could hear that they were non-stop, and they barely had time to go ashore to rest.

"Are you miserable?" Another soldier with a beard gave him a look of disdain. "Lao Tzu Temeo is still seasick, vomiting and diarrhea for several days......"

"You'll still have to vomit on the roof, and I'll stay in the hammock in the big cabin underneath from beginning to end." The little businessman couldn't help but smack his tongue in his heart, these soldiers have a lot of bitterness.

"Forget it until the end, you still have to lie down with this thing." The soldier raised his magic powder gun, "After lying down for so many days, why do I look more like an old lady the more I look at this thing?" ”

The soldiers burst into laughter. Small businessmen can also be regarded as walking the streets and alleys, and have been to the imperial capital to see prisoners parade through the streets and military parades of the Praetorian Guard. But among Elta's eighteen weapons, he had never seen anything like it.

Bright iron-colored round tubes are inlaid in the middle of the wooden gauntlets, and there are still two. The round iron pipe also has beautiful patterns and polishing marks on it, and it looks difficult to be a blunt object. It's still possible to say it's a wand......

"Little brother, this thing is new, right?" The soldier's words suddenly woke the small merchant awake.

The unqualified spy realized that he had made a big mistake - he stared at the new magic powder gun for a little longer. Thinking about what would happen if he was discovered, he was covered in hair.

"Hey, you must not have seen this." The soldier who spoke to him was the one who had come to buy the barbecue, "Even the magicians of the Western Expeditionary Army praise this thing for a good job." ”

"What the hell is this?" The little merchant was not suspicious of the soldier, who was still showing off most of the soldiers. At this moment, he didn't know where to borrow the guts, and then asked.

"Master Ofe Mondrich calls this weapon a 'gun', no, no, no, no, it's not a spear used for assassination," the soldier pointed to explain the principle of the tandem double-barreled magic powder gun in his hand, "As long as you pull the joint, the magic power of the pre-loaded will burst out, and even the soldier with the shield can be defeated from afar!" ”

Probably deciding that this was not enough, the soldier pulled out the middle of the gun that was tucked away in his holster. "Press this, and lead bullets will shoot out of the nozzle......"

"It's complicated." As he spoke, the little businessman's head was clear when he opened his mouth wide at the same time. The soldier was halfway through his speech and remembered what this strange long weapon was. Yes, that's right, it's the same thing as the weapon called the "pistol" that Doniva's informants are holding. "Why can it shoot buckshot out of thin air?"

"Ahahahahaha......" The soldier naturally laughed again. Why, what's out of thin air, it's up to us to put it in ourselves," the soldier pointed to the muzzle of his gun, "See?" Just put it in from the muzzle. ”

"Wow...... "If Garcia had an actor selection, today's actor would be this businessman who sells barbecue meat." This thing seems to be very powerful, is it better than the carved bows I saw in the Praetorian Guard before? ”

"Ahahahahaha......ha

"Dude, is it really a joke, we can shoot people's heads or smash plate armor from a hundred paces away, and the bow and arrow are so straight? Even if we are the magic archers of the Praetorian Guard, we are so high that we don't know where to go! Another soldier who had broken free from the laughter earlier told the truth.

"We small traders don't understand the war...... the little merchant still opened his mouth wide, still pretending to know nothing about the military, "but as long as you can be stronger than the original straw bale Praetorian Guard, we will feel at ease in trading." ”

Indeed, when it comes to the knowledge of arranging troops, these peripheral intelligence officers will not be much more than a blank piece of paper. All they receive is instructions to "blindly" gather intelligence, and they collect whatever they think is important. As for what information can be obtained in the end, then the right to close your eyes and cast a net, and what you scatter counts.

So when the Magic Lance Team was stationed in Hirzi for training, the local eyeliner only reported that the troops composed of the Erta were in full training, because they felt that "there was nothing to report about it".

Spies not only have to avoid being captured behind enemy lines, but also learn to find key information that is useful to them in the vast sea of information. However, if they have the key to protect themselves without the ability to protect them, it will be a disaster for Elta's intelligence department, whether the enemy wants to capture them or use them alive to pass on information.

The spies planted by the Western Expeditionary Army in the road construction migrant workers team played a role in this tragedy. While enjoying the great stimulation and the hope of making contributions to the "normalization" as soon as possible, they unwittingly became the microphones of the Elta Public Security Archives......

After a full meal, the group of soldiers put away their stalls very familiarly, and several of them scraped together a small stack of silver coins and bought a few dried fish. The small businessman had received the rough news of the "novel and powerful weapon", as well as the approximate number of troops, and naturally did not hold back, saying that he would close his stall and go home to sleep, and "meet again in the future".

Covered with tarpaulins to keep mosquitoes out, and dust-contaminated wagons soon ran around the city again. This small businessman is not only a stall worker, but his customers also include local residents, shops and high-ranking military officers who need to make regular deliveries.

He was a familiar little man in the city, and the soldiers on the road would not stop him to check the vehicle when they saw the barbecue on the tarpaulin. The few who have been in contact with him will wave to him who is "covered in the smell of marinade".

The carriage passing through the circular square still naturally turned left into the nondescript alley, eventually stopping behind a beautiful spire house. The little merchant dismounted unhurriedly, took off a few hangs of meat tied with red ribbons, and knocked on the door.

This is the back door of the comptoirs - it is only natural for them to buy meat and vegetables on a regular basis.

"Hey, it's you." A slightly weathered housewife in an apron opened the door. "Come in and sit down for a while, I'll pour you a glass of water......"

The little merchant had driven the carriage in with his saddle, and the door creaked shut. That's right, this is Elta's intelligence station in the heart of the enemy.

On the ground floor of the comptoir is the well-known trading hall and warehouse, and at the back there is only a small reception room. The two of them climbed up the stairs, and the president of the Chamber of Commerce, who had been waiting for a long time, stretched out his hand.

"Is there anything good this time?"

"Fresh, wood-smoked venison." The little merchant grasped the president's large hand, which was rubbed equally rough by the reins. "It's fresher than the previous ones."

"How's the recent hunting yield?"

"Thanks to the bosses, it's still very good." On the surface, the little merchant was chattering and looking through the ledger, but what he drew on the paper was not a bookkeeping at all, but a scribbled portrait.

"It's true that business is good every time." The housewife brought the sugar water. "What do you want to bring back this time?"

The outline of the magic powder gun has faintly appeared on the paper, but the painter is only a small merchant at the level of a schoolboy can only draw a floor plan - the perspective and structure of the painting are still the secret "rice bowl" of some painters and court painters in Elta.

"I want to think about it." The little merchant flipped another page, "I'd like to bring some cloth back, as well as spices, seasonings, and otherworldly fire." ”

On this page, the small merchant began to write down the information that the soldiers had told him.

"Salt and spices as usual?"

"Business as usual." The small merchant bit the tip of his pen and added "approximately" before the number of five thousand.

Five thousand people, all of them carrying weapons that are faster and more powerful than the Praetorian Guard's demon archers...... The Chamber of Commerce President frowned. Such information may not be transmitted by carrier pigeons. But the intelligence officer had just left...... If it doesn't work, he still has to make a trip himself.

"From the etiquette with which they approached civilians and traders, I could see that their discipline was better than that of the old Elta army, but much like the lord's private army...... "The small merchant is still struggling to write. He wrote so well that he could tell what words were written in a scribbled spot - a point that was especially valuable in intelligence work where every second counted.

"Alright." Not long after, a "bill" was pushed by him to the president of the Chamber of Commerce. Of course, the above is not related to a word and silver coins - the accounts of the two have long been settled on a one-time basis, where is the debt and settlement? "Thank you for your hospitality."

"It's three big gold coins." I didn't dare to slack off here, and quickly pretended to be a businessman who was looking like money. "Two of them have been exchanged for all the goods you want, and they should be loaded into the car by now."

Three large gold coins are nothing to the president of the Chamber of Commerce - as an intelligence station, Mendong City has given him commercial tax exemptions and various incentives far more than this amount, and these money are also the share that the barbecue man in front of him deserves.

"It's not too early in the day, so I'll take my leave." Although the sun is still high in the west, it is at least night when you return to the sphere of influence of the villages and towns from here. Although the surrounding security improved slightly after the Western Expeditionary Army took full control of Garcia, the merchants who were traveling together were still uncertain.

Therefore, they generally choose to spend the night in the city and leave early the next morning. But who makes the little businessman a little ghost? It was understandable that he wanted to leave the city as soon as possible.