(88106 .) Outside the southern gates of Ensada, the sight was not so unusual that it didn't even make a small splash - the already noisy scene hadn't changed, except for the long procession in the trade lane.

Pyrot took out his pocket watch, the folds of the yellow case glowed, and after he looked down at the time, there was already a look of impatience on his face—

Mr. Scholar was never short of patience, but this long wait, which was almost a waste of time, inevitably made him anxious. Many people did not seem to be much more patient than he was, so that some slight bumps between carriages near the city gate caused a stir of quarrels and abuse.

The vulgar content of the scolding made the always elegant scholar and gentleman frown, but Stewart on the side was accustomed to this-the people who came to Ensada at the moment included three sects and nine ranks, and such a situation obviously could not expect how qualified these people in front of him were.

He just wanted to get into the city as soon as possible - he had agreed to meet Gross at the "Elven Poetry" in the city, a tavern in the eastern part of the city, which, in fact, was not very cheap and affordable, and most of the time, it was just a place for wealthy merchants and mercenaries to get drunk and die.

However, the benefits are also very obvious, choose to meet there, there will not be too many people to disturb.

The procession in the trade road moved slowly, and before the passage of the city gate, the guards were inspecting the mercenaries and merchants entering the city—

The inspection of mercenaries is very casual, but their attitude towards merchants is relatively harsh, some of the businessmen with lively minds sneered, took out a small, heavy money bag from their pockets, the soldier took it with a blank face, and after feeling the weight in the palm of his hand, he waved his hand-

The goods on the carriage, which should have been inspected, entered the city without any hindrance.

Such a picture has already exceeded Pyrot's expectations-

Mr. Scholar is not a hairy boy who is ignorant of the world, he has long heard and understood this kind of thing, but as he is now, the soldiers defending the city are blatantly accepting bribes, and he still feels shocked. On the one hand, this situation illustrates the chaos of Ensada's urban management system, and on the other hand, it confirms that there is a huge profit in sending supplies to Ensada at the moment.

Merchants may be willing to be slaughtered, but they will never do business at a discount, and Pyrrot comes from a completely merchant-like aristocratic family, and he knows all about these things.

He rode on a white horse, and he saw that he was getting closer and closer to the city gate.

The soldiers in front of the city gate glanced at him and Stuart casually, but soon, those slippery eyes were fixed on his horses—the soldiers' armor and helmets were worn crookedly, and Stuart, the warrior of the first order of awakening, could already see that this guy was only worthy of completing his duties.

However, although the other party was low, his temperament was quite arrogant, and the soldier noticed that Stewart's eyes were looking at him, and he immediately put on a high-spirited face.

"Stop! There is something wrong with this horse of yours, sir! ”

The soldier raised his spear and stopped in front of Pylotte—Mr. Scholar was amused by the actions of such a small man, and as a nobleman, he rarely encountered such a blind fellow. He was about to reveal his identity, when he saw the soldier turn around and become respectful—

It's just that this respect is not directed at Mr. Scholar, who has been completely ignored at this time. Two figures walked out of the corridor of the city gate, the first was a fat man with a fat belly, he was drunk and drunk, and beside him, there was a tall middle-aged man-

Soon someone greeted these two people politely and politely, and those who were familiar with Ensada's recent situation knew very well that the two in front of them were Mr. Rawls and Mr. Stanley, who were in charge of Ensada's daily security work.

The former, that is, Mr. Rawls, who has a fat body, is the brother-in-law of Cole, the tax collector of Silver Leaf Town-

The tax collector Cole has recently been transferred back to Ensada, and is now staying in the city lord's mansion to coordinate war-related materials, and his brother-in-law Rawls naturally followed, but because of his own relationship, even under the nose of Count Lambert, he still does not change his disgusting and insolent nature in the past.

And Staley is the head of the Lynx mercenary group, this regiment leader has always been a confidant of the earl because he defected to Earl Lambert early, but recently for some reason, the earl's personality has changed greatly, and he and his Bobcat mercenary group have been arranged to be in charge of the security of the city very "knowing people and being good" -

Throughout the territory, Earl Lambert had been deploying troops in preparation for war, but he seemed to have deliberately neglected Starley and his men.

Although some people in the Bobcat mercenary group secretly expressed their dissatisfaction with this, after a period of time, when they tasted some rare sweetness, they finally stopped talking. Master Cole's brother-in-law, Rawls, also quickly got along with Stanley.

Rawls seems to feel that his life has been at the peak of his ambition in recent days.

At this time, the soldier's compliment made him feel very happy, and the scene just now fell on his eyes—he also saw the horse ridden by Lord Pylot, such a fine quality, even as a layman, could be seen at a casual glance.

He coughed so that his voice sounded serious.

"Your Excellency, this horse of yours seems to have come from the barracks. Ahem – I think you've got to go back and get investigated. ”

The soldier only knew to say "there was a problem", but Uncle Rawls was obviously much better than these small characters who could not be put on the stage. He used the topic to play, almost casually, and found an appropriate excuse.

Pyrrot naturally responded with a sneer - as a nobleman, even if he is not very good at martial arts, his identity is much more noble than the two guys in front of him, and in most cases, these guys act like this, and they can't accept a little punishment.

The reason is ready-made, and there is no shortage of thugs, and he threw a "you know" look at Stewart-

The latter couldn't help but smile bitterly, he had already discovered that his eldest brother had the potential to be a "troublesome spirit", and he had also persuaded Pyrot not to take "Bailan" out of the house, but it was too late to regret it, no matter what, it was impossible for him to watch his eldest brother suffer here. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "{?$article_title?} 》，; Talk about life and find a confidant~

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