The sunlight of the sky shone through the sky-blue tarpaulin of the windowsill, and when the merchant stole a sneaky glance at Miss Mage telling the story from time to time, an accordion practising that was not melodious floated outside.

A very classic Elantra minor, at this time, it sounds like a cry, as if some sad woman is secretly choking in the corner.

Obviously, everyone's minds were somewhat disrupted by this sound.

But then, the merchant Ignati Woods did not have the same sorrow as before, and he walked to the windowsill and closed the open glass pages, which had some finger oil stains left at some unknown point, and reflected a halo of colorful light in the cold sunlight.

"That kid from the neighborhood."

The merchant turned and walked back, he turned his head to look at Miss Lady, Ladia, he didn't know that Gross in front of him was actually such a young swordsman, and he regarded Ladia, who looked like a nobleman's daughter, as the main owner of this business:

His father was also a businessman. For the last year, on weekends he has been sent to Madame Rodolin, the city's music teacher, to learn the accordion. ”

He explained.

"You can see that kid is working hard."

Miss Mage smiled slightly, not feeling the slightest annoyance when the conversation was interrupted.

"Yes, that kid is only eight years old, and he used to be very naughty, and every day he either climbed into a tree to dig out a bird's nest, or squatted in the corner to catch mice......"

"Ahh

"Not really. Miss Crane, just a little girl. ”

The merchant continued.

Gross and his companions were quietly sipping the wine from the goblet.

The amber viscous liquid has a hint of sweetness, and when it enters the mouth, it fills the lips and tongue with a sweet, sour, spicy taste, but a slight aroma of the nose rushes straight to the brain.

The merchant and Miss Mage were still arguing.

Gross drank fruit wine, his eyes quietly surveying the room setting—

The walls are beige with wavy wallpaper, with paintings of still lifes, a specially finished stag head that will not be destroyed for a long time, and next to the cabinet opposite him is a Malvey brass table clock......

Judging from the décor, furnishings, and furnishings of the living room alone, the merchant Ignati Woods had more money than most of the commoners of the Northlands during this period.

So, in fact, the merchant was not really a low-level person, until he was completely fooled and moved to the dilapidated attic of Azalea Alley.

He had vaguely guessed what was going on.

In the task column of the system information, a line of text suddenly appeared.

"Ignati Woods, the Merchant of Grief": This merchant seems to have recently been caught up in a great conspiracy, and from his mouth he understands and takes action to help, which is what every well-wisher should do.

The quest description is completely different from the previous life game.

Gross saw the word "conspiracy."

Conspiracy?

Someone took a fancy to the merchant's estate.

And the "Dragon's Eye Brotherhood" that the merchant talked about in the previous topic is just a tool, and there are other people behind the manipulation of this tool.

Gross held the goblet in his hand and quickly thought.

"Mr. Iggy, when did you move here?"

Miss Mage asked, and at the merchant's insistence, she began to call the abbreviation of her name—

Normally, only close people are qualified to call another person short by name, and at this time, the merchant has roughly determined the nobility of Miss Mage, and he has taken the blonde girl as a life-saving straw.

"About three years, that year when the Fog Pine War broke out, my business made some rael."

Talking about the past, the businessman's face seemed to regain a trace of pride and pride, but his expression quickly showed embarrassment, "But now that I'm bankrupt, the only thing worth it is this house." ”

After laying out the topics of discussion, he let go of the secrecy that he was hiding about these predicaments.

"Misfortune and suffering are the waves of fate, and it will always pass."

Radia pursed her pink lips with a calm face, and she seemed to have a special infectious energy as she comforted others. The merchant nodded, and he spotted a ring of gold ornamentation on the collar of her undershirt under Miss Mage's coat.

"So, now all I want is to save my daughter Eve, who lost her mother at a young age, and I can't watch her fall into the clutches of those men."

Putting aside the greedy and profit-seeking nature of the businessman, Ignati Woods in front of him is just a very ordinary father, a middle-aged man who cares about his daughter.

When Gross saw that the businessman's expression had reverted to fortitude and persistence, he felt compelled to make a statement about it:

"Where is the Dragon's Eye Brotherhood now?"

He wasn't sure if the current part of the task had changed compared to the game, and after putting down the wine glass, he asked in a deep voice.

"You say the guys? Most of the time they are in the 'Black Dragon's Eye' at 71 Metasequoia Street. ”

Glancing at Gross, the merchant replied calmly, his gaze still respectfully fixed on Miss Mage—these four young men with swords were nothing more than the nobleman's daughter's guards or retinue.

There was a soft "ding" sound.

Gross saw that the description of the mission had changed, and now that he had taken the task, he knew that as the conversation progressed, the words would become the details of the mission that could be implemented.

"I thought about it, and we can help you with this."

Gross had a serious expression, his bearded face was not at all joking, and he stared at the merchant, his brown eyes unusually shining.

"Ah, then, Miss Crane, would you like to help me?"

He still thought that this young man's opening was at the behest of Miss Mage, but at this time, he didn't care too much, and talked about these troubles in detail.

Gross smiled.

Radia's eyes glanced at his face, revealing some inexplicable doubt.

His companions nodded in unison when they saw Gross's appearance.

These organized ruffians in the city of Karthas may no longer be called gangsters, they should belong to the gangs. In contrast, the bandits are far more ferocious than these guys who only oppress civilians.

Do it hard.

Scott, Oliver, and Levine have read the meaning through the eyes of Gross, the leader of the bandits.

There was a leap in his eyes, and he was ready to try.

After a few more words, Miss Mage also took her farewell to the merchant, and the group, accompanied by the merchant Ignati Woods, walked through the courtyard of the house to the street outside.

The wind gradually rose in the sun, and the fiery red maple leaves swirled and fluttered in the air.

PS: First update! Today Sunday, more more, see how much you can write, next watch at 10 a.m.