Marta unexpectedly reached level 6 alchemy, and with the advantage of equipment and space, Brando was already able to leave the matter of refining the cursed crossbow to him with confidence. Then the young man took the Quenched Dagger and the Dwarven Sword, and called Bartom to go and meet the Bazi of Black Pepper Lane.

He'd been looking forward to meeting the fallen boy known as 'Lorne' for some time, especially since he was desperate to see if there was a follow-up mission for the Ring of the Wind Queen. And as far as he knew, the cripple had some connection to the gray areas of Butogus, and maybe he could count on him to introduce him to the underground auction houses.

Bartom's red beard was so striking that the two of them were left out of the door one after the other by cloaks that covered their ears. Brando didn't see the merchant lady who said he was going to follow, and probably didn't know where the 'adventure' went.

But no sooner had he pulled down the edge of his hood than he heard Bartom say from behind:

"Master Knight, after thinking about it, I think that your method is still not safe enough."

"What?" Brando asked as he hid the Elven Sword under his cloak.

"There were a lot of refugees who saw us at the beginning, although you made them keep their mouths shut, but as soon as there were more people, there were more thoughts, and it was difficult to ensure that there were no ill-intentioned guys here." Bartom tucked his beard under his hood and looked left and right as he replied cautiously.

"This is not a secret from those who have a heart, but the nobles only need one result. I'm not in the limelight, and they're more happy to see it happen. Brando thought for a moment and replied, "And I need a period of time that goes unnoticed, Bartoum." ”

"But I still think I should have left all those refugees behind."

Brando smiled, this is what this guy is really saying. He shook his head and said, "Gathering refugees openly is too hateful, and not everyone is willing to go with us sincerely." Bartom, people will grasp the straw because they are in trouble, but they will not hold on to it all the time—"

Bartom nodded, but he was a little unimpressed. He thought that maybe there was a better way, judging from Brando's methods, he who had been following this young knight was of course the easiest to see clearly, and Brando's ambition was probably not small. Therefore, he hopes that Brando will pay more attention to the cultivation of his own strength.

But that's not what Brando is thinking. He was more worried about the attention of the Unity Society, and not many people who had seen him at Ridenberg were still alive, but if he was too prominent, it would inevitably arouse suspicion.

However, when he killed the White Knight, he only had a few close people around him. This is his greatest reliance. It is difficult for ordinary people to take him as a person with the strength of the black iron downstream in their eyes.

But there is no way to give, in short, it is still time. As long as it becomes strong quickly, the Unity of Everything will be nothing more than a reluctant ghost hiding in the shadows.

Black Pepper Lane is the largest of the several slums in Pragues.

It wasn't the first time in Brando's memory that he had been to this filthy, rat-infested place. But in any case, in the sweltering summer climate, the unstoppable smell that lingered on the tip of his nose was still extremely unaccustomed to it.

On the contrary, Bartom had an extremely natural appearance, and their mercenaries, as a gray crowd, were frequent visitors to such places. Brando knew that in the darkness of the alley lurked a lot of filthy creatures—hyena-like bounty hunters and vulgar low-level **, where mercenaries, thieves, and unscrupulous merchants roamed as if the soil was born to breed sin and rot.

But here, among the poor people, you can occasionally see the most sincere scenes between people.

Young people can't judge such a place, and they don't want to. He subconsciously raised his vigilance when he saw the children in dirty clothes carefully bypassing him, and then hiding on his sides and looking greedily in this direction, as well as the malicious glances around him.

Brando stopped in front of an old wooden door. He looked up, saw the triangular notch on the beam, confirmed that this was the cripple's home, and then knocked on the door.

The wooden door of the canopy is like it is about to crack at any moment, and a layer of dust is shaken off it.

Bartom couldn't help frowning on the side, and couldn't help but say, "It's hard to imagine that this kind of place can be inhabited. I've never seen any of the Lenchicks in the slums of Cowemar, and you know, my lord, they're already cavemen—"

But before he could finish his sentence, the door of Brando's men creaked open. The mercenary had no choice but to open his mouth and put the second half of the sentence back in his stomach.

A gloomy gaze fell on Bartom behind the door, and he paused for a moment before speaking in a hoarse voice, "Brando? When did you come back from Butch? By the way, you didn't die, which was really unexpected to me! ”

"Do you any good if I'm dead, cripple?"

Brando replied coldly. He looked at the old man with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks. The few sparse hairs on this guy's head seem to have been lost from all day trying to calculate others.

But the cripple seemed to be enjoying it, he chuckled twice, stared at the two of them with a pair of triangular eyes with whiter eyes than blue pupils, and said, "Why, Brando, are you developed now?" Got me a new guest? ”

Brando had lost a lot of personal stuff at Bazi's place before he left Braggs, so he got involved with this guy who had a bad face and a bad face. This guy had been salivating over the painting in Brando's grandfather's house - in fact, Brando didn't know how the cripple knew about it.

The young man glanced at him, and the fierceness in his gaze made the cripple shrink back.

"You...... Seems a little different, Brando. The old man hesitated.

"After going through so much, everyone will change." Brando replied. But he didn't want to talk too much nonsense, but asked directly: "Do you still want my grandfather's oil painting?" ”

Bazi was stunned, and the small triangular eyes immediately lit up: "Of course, of course." What, you brought? Brando? ”

But before he could finish his sentence, he felt a cold and glistening sword placed on his neck. This guy who has been lending loan sharks all day long, full of bad water and calculating that other people's houses are ruined, couldn't help but shiver immediately, and his legs softened all of a sudden.

"I don't have a lot of patience, tell me if my grandfather's oil painting was stolen by your people?" Brando asked coldly, he stared at this guy, his eyes were clear as if he was about to emit a cold light.

Bartom turned around and saw that several people had turned and were about to run away, so he picked up a few rocks from the ground and threw them over. Immediately beat those people crying dad and calling mother, and then he said hello to Brando, and rushed over there, Bazi saw this scene and felt even more bottomless, and couldn't help but scream: "Brando, you listen to me, of course it's not me." How dare I offend ......"

He suddenly realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly stopped his mouth and said: "Brando, you know me, although I don't get up early because of this profit, but I won't break the rules." ”

Brando glanced at the guy and saw his little triangular eyes spinning vigorously, and knew that the guy had already reacted. It was impossible for him to really kill someone, although there was some disappointment in his heart, but he still drew his sword: "I accept your explanation, and we should talk about other business next." ”

"Other business? Brando, I can't stand your business a few more times. Bazi touched his neck, as if to confirm whether his head was still on it, and couldn't help but say with palpitations.

"Hmph, that thing is lost, my old man wants my life, and I have no choice but to take your life." Brando replied half-truthfully.

Bazi hurriedly denied: "I know, I know, don't worry, I will help you inquire about this news." But when he said this, he was slandering in his heart, who was so bold to break the rules and move that thing.

He couldn't help but look at Brando's hand, but it was as empty as he thought.

He thought for a moment and then asked, "Speaking of you old man, Brando, I'm afraid your family is inquiring about you, why don't you go back and take a look?" ”

Brando glanced at him: "Don't dare for the time being, wait until I find something." He said so, but he was afraid that he would bring trouble to his family when he went back at this time, after all, it was too soft at this time, so it was better to bear with it first.

Thinking of his father, Brando couldn't help but sigh, although he had half of the other soul, but the original soul in his body echoed this feeling.

"Okay." The cripple seemed to confirm that Brando really wouldn't trouble him anymore before he continued, "What business do you want to do. Brando? ”

"I need money urgently, I want to sell some good things." Brando glanced at Bazi, thinking that dealing with this kind of guy who bullies the weak and is afraid of the hard is really like Leto said, you have to give him a dismount before you can do anything: "Of course, you don't want to use the same trick you used to deal with me again, I tell you Bazi, I am no longer the Brando I used to be." ”

Bazi really shrunk his neck.

"Don't worry, I won't pursue what was given to you before, but this time if you want to play tricks again, it won't be so easy to do." The young man threw a money bag at his feet: "I only need your introduction, and the reward is the same as always, and I have two other things I want you to help with." ”

"You say, you say." The cripple replied hurriedly.

"First things first, help me alone. The woman, about thirty years old, with purple hair and sunny eyes, which is very rare in this area, comes to me at the market of 'Ragonbuon' at once within a week, if you have any news of her. ”

Hearing this, Bazi hurriedly nodded, thought for a moment, but then shook his head again, as if he had never seen such a person in his memory.

Brando didn't expect him to hear from him right away, so he added, "Second thing. I want another person for me - there used to be a little nobleman in this area called Borg? Nesong, you are the most famous snake in Pragues, you must know such a down-and-out nobleman, right? ”

When Bazi heard this, he hesitated for a moment and replied, "Brando, I seem to have heard this name, but he disappeared a few years ago. ”

"It's okay, I'm his wife."

"Wife?"

"That's right, his wife and his daughter, where do they live?"

"His wife had passed away, just two years ago. I know his daughter, who lives in a place not from here. Brando, is this person your pro-Wei? Bazi couldn't help but ask curiously.

Unexpectedly, this sentence caused the elven sword to shake in front of him, and with a shrunk of the sword, Brando took advantage of the situation to put the sword into the sheath, glanced at him and said, "You want to know?" ”

"No, Brando, there's no need. I'll tell you how to go—" The cripple shook his head.