"Hmph, the Dragon's Eye Brotherhood, they're all bad guys."

It seemed that in order to answer the doubts of several people around her, she suddenly squeezed out an expression of extreme hatred and gnashing her teeth-

I have to say that although the girl tried to express her emotions, this face, which was used to smiling, looked even more cute because of this hint of anger.

Oliver was stunned.

"Have they done anything bad before?"

Miss Mage Radia on the side asked curiously.

"There are a lot of them, in addition to running the Black Dragon's Eye Tavern, they also control many properties in the city of Kartass. Well, like the loan that Dad owes. ”

Talking about this topic, Eve couldn't help but interject.

"Their lending is simply usury!"

Vera was clearly aware of the shady deeds, and her eyes couldn't help but look at the gray-haired Eve, and she snorted heavily.

"It's just one of their despicable tactics. I also know that within the Eye of the Black Dragon, many poor girls are forced to do those dirty things. But Miss Eve is lucky to have met you. ”

"Then, my lord of the place, doesn't he care?"

When Radia saw Vera say this, she couldn't help but feel a lot of sympathy for those girls, because it was in the tavern hall of the "Black Dragon's Eye" that she saw the ravaged red-haired girl.

"You mean that bad old man from Maddock Collins?"

The mountain maiden had no respect for the Count Lord of Karthas, as if she remembered some past events, she raised her head, revealing a rare look of disdain, "The lord only cares about taxes, and the city guards and those nobles, there are also many people who are in league with them. ”

"Like the young nobleman we met?"

Levine asked. He had always thought that the country of Elantra had long been decayed, and that the nobles who held power were nothing more than some despicable and shameful moths-

Gross was silent.

He knew that this ancient kingdom that had been inherited for thousands of years would eventually collapse in the following decades, although since the "Fog Pine War", there have been countless heroes in Elant, but no one has the ability to save this edifice from collapse.

In the context of history, everything seems to be predestined.

All kinds of drawbacks are deeply in the past, and it is difficult to return-

The memories of being a player in his mind told him that in this era, there were many more dirtier and uglier stories about the stormy Elant, and that the content he was exposed to today in the "Black Dragon's Eye" was only the tip of these gloomy pictures.

War and chaos, blood or fire, tears and parting.

This is the misfortune of Elanth, and the misfortune of the people of this country—when all the hearts of the people are dead, hopeless, and even privately curse the reluctant and incompetent authorities, the reign of the royal family and the aristocracy has come to an end.

The system that keeps the country running collapses.

Thousands of miles of fertile land has since become a paradise for careerists and conspirators.

"The young nobleman should be the Baron Sidney Collins, the third son of the lord."

The mountain girl replied.

"He's a guy with a bad reputation and he's said to be very ...... How to say, well, very. ”

At the end, she paused, and finally found the more euphemistic adjective "debauchery". Because, some adjectives that are too hard are really not suitable for random words from the mouth of a girl of hers.

"Boss, why didn't you kill those guys?"

……

Hurried footsteps sounded in the alleys, and after a fruitless search near the horses, the cavalry of the city guard began to enter the houses to investigate.

Mountain people, mercenaries with long swords.

The cavalry of the city guard somehow found a makeshift portrait of a young man with disheveled hair, raised sword eyebrows, and a cold expression in his deep brown eyes.

The brushstrokes were not complicated, but they were so expressive that when the young master Sidney saw this portrait, he applauded it.

"Yes, this is the guy! Grab him, I'm going to hang him on the gallows with my own hands!" ”

The young baron remembered what had happened, but he still couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and his trembling fingers poked hard at the portrait, and he shouted repeatedly in a voice like a duck.

"Boss, have you seen this guy, he still has a few companions."

The cavalry of the City Guard, dressed in gray woolen uniforms, dismounted and entered the grocery store.

"There were four men and two women in all, and among them was a gray-haired young lady." Another added.

"Nope."

Vivien, behind the counter, rolled her eyelids at them, and continued to dig through the accounts—the most recent transaction had come from a recent Xhosa merchant who had purchased a large amount of wolf skins worth thousands of reels.

A very good business, if you calculate it carefully, the profit earned is not a few.

When the quill dropped the last dot on the paper, she stared at the number, a satisfied smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Really, not?"

One of the City Guard's cavalrymen tapped his finger on the counter, still asking her, "Quite a few people just came?" ”

"A group of businessmen from southern Xhosa, who bought some wolf skins."

"What else?"

"Nope."

Vivien's answer was crisp and calm.

She stood up from behind the counter, and a few of the "gray uniforms" realized that the young girl was extremely tall, and she was even half a head taller than the other tall boys.

Among the women of the kingdom, it is a rare occurrence.

"Y-You're Sister Vivien?"

One of the "gray uniforms" suddenly shouted in surprise, and he remembered the legend in the city of Karthas-

The young woman, whom he called "Sister Vivien", had been the leader of a mercenary group and was well known among the mercenaries in the Northlands, but after not knowing what had happened, she disbanded the mercenary group and ran to open a grocery store in the city of Karthus.

This woman, who is said to have the strength of the inaugural high-rank, is horribly fierce with two swords in one hand, and the enemies who died at her hands are eight hundred, if not thousand. In short, you can't provoke it easily no matter what, unless you think your life is too long.

"You know me?"

Vivien was a little surprised, she looked at the face, but for a moment she couldn't find an impression.

"I used to admire you."

"And now?" Vivien sensitively grasped the holes in her words.

"Now? Now we have to go in and search for criminals. ”

The other "gray uniform" sensed the reaction of his companion, and he was probably aware of the reputation of the "Vivienne Chief", but he didn't care, because they were doing exactly what they were told.

In a sense, the City Guard represents the laws and absolute rules of the city of Karsas, and no matter how good your skills are, you have to be honest with them.