"Don't be nervous, Kenny, it's an honor to have this lord visit. You should furn your brow and be happy. The red-headed leader of the Red Scorpion Adventure Regiment held a glowing stone for lighting and stood with the gray-cloaked man with a katana in his hand. His blue eyes looked peacefully at the sewer beggar named Kenny in front of him, and he pulled a silver coin from his body, raised his arm and flicked it to the latter.

Kenny doesn't stay with the other beggars like he did the last time he saw Urs.

Today, he took time to go to this part of the sewer area of the city that no one usually visits, and his eyes lit up when he looked at what Dambert had given him, and quickly bent down and held the silver coin with both hands.

Warnes on ...... No, Manning, the god of wealth...... No, it should be Lackery, the goddess of luck.

Praise to Lady Luck. He thought to himself with joy.

"Alright, Kenny, I think you're going to be in a good mood right now." Dambert saw the beggar's reaction to the silver coin, and appropriately reminded him that it was almost time to get down to business.

The beggar named Kenny put the silver in his dirty clothes and put it away, and looked at the red-headed leader of the Red Scorpion Regiment and the silent Grey Cloaked Warrior beside him......

Well, samurai...... This adult is supposed to be a samurai, right? Whether it is a samurai from the East or a samurai from the Emerald Bay coast, after all, he carries a katana in his hand, and ordinary warriors do not often use this exotic weapon from the Far East.

In addition, his status must not be low, otherwise Dambert would not have said to himself, "It is your honor to be visited by this adult".

Beggar Kenny thought to himself again, and then nodded to Dambert's gaze, "Please tell me what you want to know this time, Lord Dambert." The answer to your question is the truth I seek, if I knew it. ”

"Heh, you learned the skills of speech well, did some third-rate poet in the ghetto teach you?" Dambert couldn't help but smile at the lame rhetorical device in his mouth, "So let's talk about it first, what's going on in the slums lately?" ”

"Huh, okay." Kenny didn't hesitate to agree.

Although he is a beggar who lives in the sewers, he often spends his days on the ground during the day, and his daily job is to collect rumors and rumors on the streets of the city for Danbert, a bit like an unprofessional intelligence dealer.

Rolling his eyes, he took a second or two to recall and organize his knowledge, and to organize his language, he then told Dambert: "The slums have not had any great turmoil in recent times. The Thorn Squad moved from an abandoned empty house to an adult's wealthy area a few days ago, but you must have known the news. ”

"Nature." Dambert smiled, "What else?" ”

"And then there's the troll ......"

"Govdo's death was also last month, and everyone in the adventurer circle has long known about it." The red-haired man interrupted his nonsense, "So apart from these two things? ”

"Uh...... Well, no. Kenny shook his head, "After all, as you know, the ghetto is actually so lifeless, even though it seems to be bustling every day on the surface. ”

"That's right."

Danbo nodded his head and glanced sideways at the Grey Cloaked Samurai beside him. The latter's face and eyes were hidden under the hood, unable to make eye contact with the red-headed leader, but with some kind of gesture, he gently shook the katana in his hand, which was exactly the same as the Orokanshut Blade.

His Excellency the leader of the Red Scorpion Adventure Troupe grasped the intent implied in this subtle movement.

He then sighed with regret.

"The end of the day, then." Then he took a second coin from his body and tossed it to Kenny.

The round metal reflects the color of gold in the brilliance of the luminous stone. The beggar's eyes almost popped out of his sockets, and he hurriedly took out a more cautious and serious attitude than he had just caught the silver coin, and bent his waist to catch the gold coin that had fallen into his hand.

Dambert would reward him with some money every time he came to the sewers to look for him, and he said in his heart that the red-headed regiment leader was even more generous this time than before, unlike the old man who was with the young man last time he talked so much with him before giving him three copper coins, and finally drew out his short sword and threatened himself fiercely.

Maybe if you try to save more money, you will have a chance to live the life of a rich person in the future?

You must know that he is actually a very patient and hard-working person, and the savings in his hand are actually enough to buy a few meals of white bread to eat, but he is reluctant.

So Kenny looked at Dambert gratefully, gritted his teeth and replied firmly, "Doomsday... On it! ”

This is the secret word between him and the red-headed leader, which means both the end of the meeting and the belief that few people know.

With that, the beggar turned around with joy, and prepared to return to a small corner of the sewer where he had come, and to hide the silver and gold coins.

Beneath the ground where there is no legal protection, rich beggars are likely to be attacked by beggars who have no money.

Hope sprung up in his heart—but without warning, the gray-cloaked male samurai stepped forward from Dambert's side, his katana unsheathed with a sharp arc that split his body in two from his neck.

The beggar named Kenny didn't react to anything, and the headless corpse slammed down as the head lifted into the air.

The gray-cloaked samurai shook the blood from the blade, and the katana returned to its scabbard in his hand.

Dambert walked over slowly, looked down at the unfortunate ghost's corpse with an expressionless face, heard the dark river next to him pop into something, and then shrugged his shoulders and complained: "You just disposed of one of my eyeliners, Lord Apostle, although this eyeliner is actually of little value to the overall process of our plan." ”

"But it's possible that this guy is eavesdropping on our next conversation, and it's safe to kill him." The gray-cloaked male warrior turned around and finally spoke, from under the hood on his head, the first words he had said here, "And as for you, Dambert......"

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" The red-haired red scorpion leader kept his words in a respectful personal tone.

"As a pawn on the surface, your performance is not perfect, but you have been doing a decent job."

"Thanks for your compliment."

"For some time to come, though, you and your Red Scorpion Adventure Party will no longer have to use yourself as a high-profile bait to mislead our old rivals, because a direct game between chess players and chess players will soon come...... If our plans go well. ”