Sunlight shone through the thin curtains into the tavern's attic, and the light and heat crowded into the small space, and the cool wind squeaked outside the glass windows. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info is unpleasantly stuffy and hot, but it also blocks the transmission of sound well, and the unspeakable conspiracy can be blurted out here unscrupulously.

"Aren't you going to try Larria's secret brew, 'Immerse in the Jungle'?" Jeffrey carefully sniffed the dark cyan liquor, took a sip, and sighed contentedly, at this moment his whole body relaxed, and the small sip of the liquid with the smell of the forest seemed to expel the fatigue and anxiety of these days.

"What are you looking for me?" Esher sat opposite Jeffrey and watched him perform quietly, profiteers have never been sensual creatures, and such a closed and private environment is only suitable for the coolness of a single knife and a final blow, where there is no world or the ground, and the wind cannot blow in, who will show the sensibility?

Jeffrey groaned for a long time, with pain, entanglement, and hesitation between his eyebrows, and he played with the wine glass in his hand with some uneasiness, and asked tentatively: "Can you come back to Saarion with me and be my bodyguard temporarily?" ”

Eishu didn't answer, if he was just looking for a strong thug, why bother to lie here and plot? He remained silent and waited for Jeffrey's next step. Sure enough, Jeffrey spoke again: "In the past few days in Laria, I have carefully thought about the causes and consequences of the attack, why did the Death Knight squad, which has always operated near the Alpine Fort, travel thousands of miles to the border of the Empire to set up an ambush? Why would the Death Knight know so much about my mission? He took another sip of wine, his expression a little hideous, "There is a heretic in the guild, I will go back to identify him, I hope you can provide me with protection." ”

"How to protect?"

"My mission has been completed, and I will report to the president at that time. That traitor must have known the news of the total destruction of the Death Knight Squad, and in order to prevent his identity from being revealed, he will definitely spare no effort to intercept me. At this time, the border is in flames, and it is a good time for him to fish in troubled waters. I want you to protect me until I identify the man before the president! ”

"Yes," Eshu nodded. Jeffrey was slightly happy in his heart, Salaman's evaluation of Essho was indeed not groundless, and it was indeed as credible and reliable as a rock. He felt a moment of relief as he heard Esher speak, "Tell me your bid." ”

Jeffrey's hand shook, and the glass of wine almost splashed in Estheu's face: "What bid?" ”

Ai Xiu stared at him and said slowly, "You don't think I'll help you for free, do you?" ”

The decadence on Jeffrey's face swept away, and he slowly put away his sensational gesture, and his eyes flashed with a sly look again. He did not shy away from staring at Estheu, like a fox looking at a stalking hunter. "I thought you were an emotional person." He said lightly.

"We don't seem to have a good relationship, do we? I saved your life, and you blackmailed me. I was told that we should treat people in the same way as we adapt to local conditions. Since you are a businessman, then we can only talk about business between us, let's make an offer. Eshua said lightly.

Jeffrey stared, and a rather deep sense of crisis occurred in his heart, the young man in front of him seemed to have undergone a round of transformation in these few short days, he was tough a few days ago, but he was not aware of accidents, and his composure could not hide his dullness and jerkiness in life. Jeffrey easily got to his death. When they met again, Jeffrey's heart moved, and he felt that he could easily say that he could ask Essho to help him with his day job. But now Eshua sat in front of him and talked eloquently, calmly and sophisticatedly. Jeffrey overlooked one thing: Esher was still a young man, and his eyes were always full of greed for the world, like a sponge that was never saturated, frantically sucking nutrients. So they are the least to be judged by common sense, yesterday they may be a cowardly domestic dog, tomorrow they may become a howling wolf. Now, it's Geoffrey's turn to struggle not to be pinched by Essho.

"Fifty thousand dinars." Jeffrey said, but Essho only raised his eyelids and refused: "Not enough." ”

"Seventy thousand!"

"Help me hire a team of mercenaries, forty mercenary swordsmen, twenty mercenary crossbowmen, and ten mercenary cavalrymen. Plus 100,000 dinars. The Estheu thug was generally aggressive, "not accepting to pull down." You could stay in Marions until the war is over, but who can guarantee that heretics won't sneak into the city? Take a step back, you've been out of touch for a long time, and when you return to Sarion, how many people are left in the guild who are willing to believe in you? Mr. Jeffrey. ”

The cold air soared into Geoffrey's head, and Eshua not only saw through his predicament, but also saw through his identity: "You recognize me? ”

"It's not hard to guess, everyone knows the two cadres of the Sarion Chamber of Commerce, Gray Wolf Samael and Firefox Jeffrey." Eshu pulled out a pamphlet, flipped through one of the pages, and handed it to Jeffrey, who stood side by side with a gloomy middle-aged man, next to a dense footnote. "It's alike." Esher commented.

The pamphlet closed with a bang before Jeffrey's eyes, and Jeffrey read the title of the book: "Pan Dezhi Wei Shang", and the extremely fancy author's signature: Brochette.

It was him...... Jeffrey was dizzy. Brochette, the name was not really popular among Pande's high society, after all, no one would give a good look to a guy who likes to collect information about dignitaries from various countries and then compile a book and distribute it to Pande's adventurers. What Jeffrey didn't expect was that he was actually qualified to have a place on Pan Dezhi, and he gave such a nickname. Jeffrey Firefox? How does it sound like a thief who gathers in the Wuthering Mountains and likes to rob the people's daughters?

He froze: "I can't make the decision on this." "It's rare for him to tell the truth, he's just a cronie of the president, and he doesn't even have a specific position in the guild. Brochette's nickname for him is actually quite apt, Schneider, the head of the Sarion Guild, is known as the "Tiger of Gold and Silver" in Pandezhi, and he Jeffrey is just a fox with a fake tiger. And Estheu's mind Jeffrey also roughly figured out, it was nothing more than wanting to pull up a team, and by the way, he had gathered enough military expenses to last for half a year.

Esthew was anxious, and Jeffrey saw through his eagerness, but he couldn't use it to blackmail Essho, because the predicament he was in was even more severe, endangering his life and even the safety of the entire Chamber of Commerce. Jeffrey is a very sharp person, he can feel that the enemies of the Chamber of Commerce have drawn their swords in the shadows, and the guild has no idea about this, the only Jeffrey who can warn him is hundreds of kilometers away in Alfendor! The attic was sweltering, but Jeffrey felt cold sweat on his forehead.

Ai Xiu knew that this fire fox, who was known for his cunning, had been driven to a dead end by himself, and he had explained that he had no confidence and no bottom line to "can't call the shots", so you can imagine how passive he was. At this moment, Jeffrey is no longer the high-spirited, flame-like firefox in the mall, but like a middle-aged man who is anxious, running around for a romantic wife, perverse children, and a frustrated career. Essho looked at Geoffrey, his heart moved, and for no reason he remembered Jeno's father, the little nobleman who offended General Titus, and took Jeno into the death row with the same look, hatred, unwillingness, and despair, and was torn to pieces by the hungry wolves the next day. "Then we'll wait until it's over." Estheus said with a divine gesture and reached out to Jeffrey, "The deal is set." ”

Jeffrey was stunned, and he looked at Eshu suspiciously, "What do you mean?" ”

"I will be your bodyguard until you reach Mr. Schneider alive." Estheu's words were clear and powerful, and they seemed to be as pleasant to Jeffrey's ears as heaven. Jeffrey knew that he was stupid and naïve to ask, and did not fit his image as a profiteer, but he couldn't help but ask: "Why? ”

Eshua smiled and shook his head, but did not speak. He pushed open the window, and the cool wind swept in, and Eixiu stared at the sparkling inland sea in the distance, his eyes melancholy and nostalgic. It was a long, long time before he whispered, "I've always been an emotional man, Mr. Jeffrey." ”