The bell ringers in the town of Faun have already struck the bell at eight o'clock in the morning, which is the beginning of people's day's work, the warm sun shines through the shade of the trees on the roadside, the road passes one horse-drawn carriage after another, the pedestrians are hurrying, some artisan workshops on the roadside come from the "ping pong" movement, and the shops such as selling food and sundries start their business early for the day.

Scott left the sheriff's office, his pace quick, and the sheriff's walk was about a crossroads away from the "Fox and Berry" tavern, and he waited until a four-wheeled carriage full of heavy wooden crates passed him and ran quickly across the street.

He quickly found Gross.

In fact, Gross woke up early, as early as the crisp chirping of a few flower finches of unknown species on a birch tree outside the window, and had finished a simple wash and sat down at the wooden table full of manuscript paper last night. When Scott knocked on the door and appeared in front of him, he was spreading out pieces of paper in front of the wooden table, scribbling and writing—

Scribbling on a few short sentences and simple words, Gross had come to find that the tasks he had to deal with had become more complicated than the work of a bandit leader at the Ampton mines.

For example, the daily expenses of the mercenary group, the supplementary purchase plan of materials and equipment, how to develop in the future, etc., all made him spend a lot of thought on this, but unfortunately there were many ideas in his heart, but it was difficult to decisively make an accurate idea.

He had the heart to find someone to discuss, but found that there was no suitable candidate in the entire mercenary group-

Scott, Oliver, and Levine were his companions, and they were pretty good at slashing people, but it seemed a bit difficult for them to talk about things that required their minds;

"Redbeard" Red is relatively reliable, but he is not good at analyzing such non-combat problems;

As for Paine and Little Nuno, that's even less to say.

After thinking for a moment, he glanced up at the girl who was still asleep.

The long eyelashes on her serene face blinked slightly, her breathing was long and even, her cheeks were that pink and rosy, she slept deeply, and when Gross looked at her, she just turned off the bed with the quilt rolled up, leaving a wonderful arc of her waist.

There is also a line of shiny saliva flowing from the corner of the mouth.

Ladia?

As a gifted inaugural mage, the girl has a smart mind, but after all, she is still too young, and her experience and experience are a little too thin-

Speaking of age, although Gross is only two years older than the girl, but considering the real soul in the body, it adds up to more than just an ordinary young man.

How to make the "original dream" mercenary group bigger and stronger, deceive, uh, win ABCDEF and so on round after round of "angel investment", hire a group of water armies to frantically tout, and then buy the relevant regulatory agencies, realize the listing of a certain section, and cash out a wave of fancy report fraud, and quietly withdraw from the ...... Since then, he has embarked on the pinnacle of life.

That's a real problem!

These things almost gave Gross a splitting headache -

He struggled to remember, but found it difficult to find the right way to connect them together. To be honest, in his previous life, he was just a grassroots, and he didn't have the opportunity to get in touch with too many unknown operation insiders and superb skills.

Background, sure enough, decided too many things. 、

Even if you are a human being in two lifetimes.

Thankfully, Scott's knock on the door saved him in time, rubbing his swollen temples, getting up to leave the table, and pulling the door open.

"Boss?"

"What's wrong? Scott. ”

The morning air was still thick with a chill this season, but Scott had come rushing all the way from the sheriff's office, and a thin bead of sweat had already appeared on his forehead, and he seemed to notice the movement in the room, and when Gross opened the door, he took two steps back.

"Ahem—"

Seeing Scott's reaction, Gross remembered that he hadn't let Latea go back to his room to sleep last night-

Although the Elantra Kingdom is relatively open to men and women, it is not good for a young girl to stay in a man's room at night and talk about it.

But if the relationship between the two parties is already engaged, it will be another matter, but thinking of this, Gross couldn't help but look back at the girl who was still asleep, he was stunned, and suddenly found that he didn't seem to know much about the girl-

Radia is a disciple of the mage Anthony, but who are her parents? He only knew that the girl was from the distant Recart Empire, but he didn't know anything else. It's just that the arrival of Scott at the moment obviously interrupted his chaotic thoughts—

Outside the rooms of the Fox and the Berry tavern was a fairly large courtyard, in which there was nothing but a well, a few birches and trees like dwarf pines, and the guests who had stayed there by this time had already gone out, and although the two men did not deliberately keep their voices down for conversation, they did not attract the attention of others.

Something about little Raphael.

There is no doubt that the act of theft itself is not worthy of pity.

Even if the pitiful plight of the boy called "Little Raphael" is sympathetic, it is not a reason to condone "theft". Gross's meaning is very clear, little Raphael should be punished -

According to the Elante Code and the value of the sacks of flour he had stolen, he would have had to eat twenty lashes.

"But Mr. Boers, the Baron's butler, is involved, and he has already ruled that little Raphael has been sentenced to be hanged!"

Scott said with some excitement - that's why he ran back to Gross.

"Hanging?"

Gross couldn't help but be surprised in his tone.

He had a certain knowledge of the day-to-day affairs of the aristocracy, and if it was said that commoners were sent to the gallows for theft, it would not be the case unless the stolen items were priceless treasures. If things were as Scott suggests, Baron de Cardino's butler, Boers, must have had other considerations in making such a ruling.

According to the employment contract, the mercenary group took over the defense of the town, and the maintenance of daily law and order and the determination of public security incidents are also one of the contents of the contract, and the ruling of this matter originally belonged to them, but the butler Boers represents the lord of this place in a sense, which is also speechless.

"I think it's very unconscionable."

Scott continued to express his attitude.

Gross was silent for about a minute or two, his fingers rubbing his shaved chin and thinking about the meaning behind it—

The sentence to be hanged by Raphael the Younger seemed to have nothing to do with them, but it was somewhat strange that Baron Cardino's butler Boers should intervene in this trivial matter, at least in an ordinary matter that was trivial to the nobles.

"That old guy doesn't seem to be on our toes."

Gross thought for a moment, remembering when he first met the old butler Bulls and later signed the employment contract, and then said lightly to Scott. I want to talk about "Gross the Thief" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~