"Moriarty, is it okay? Looks like your 500 gold coins are going down the drain. Although, I know that the aristocracy is rich and broad, but this way of playing, it is really..."White couldn't help but worry as he watched the crowd in Roland's Bar.

In Erathia, the income of an ordinary commoner could be ten kingdoms of gold in a year. And five hundred gold coins is almost all the wealth that a person can earn in a lifetime.

"Hehe, White, the nobles aren't all broad." Moriarty didn't seem to be affected by the laughter and noise around him, and still said calmly: "Actually, what you said is not wrong, it is really a bit stupid to spend five hundred gold coins to drink a glass of wine or save face. ”

"And you're still there?" White looked at each other puzzled.

"White, have you ever heard of an organization called Roland Gaar?" Moriarty suddenly changed the subject and asked.

"Roland Gahr? I don't know. White shook his head.

"It's an intelligence organization that doesn't have much reputation in the world, but its actual power is amazing." Moriarty said in a deep voice.

"An intelligence organization with incredible energy?" White was taken aback.

"Yes, a huge and stealthy intelligence network. From commerce to the military, from agriculture to industry and commerce, this organization is adept at spying and selling all kinds of information. Many of them, including the nobles, scholars, knights, chambers of commerce, and caravans, were or still are customers of the order. ”

"Better than the Legion's intelligence officer?" White was in disbelief.

"The intelligence officers of the army are only focused on the war, while Roland Gahr, is 'doing business'. So, in a way, Roland Gaal's intelligence capabilities are stronger and more nuanced. ”

"So, what does this Roland Gal have to do with the five hundred gold coins?" White took the initiative to get back to the point.

"Because as far as I know, Roland Gall also has a branch at Fort Ford, and the leader of the branch, the 'Red-Haired Singer', is Pugris." Moriarty smiled.

These insider stories about Roland Gahr were naturally obtained by Moriarty when he was in the Ensberg family. Even recently, Moriarty had signed an application from a line manager within the family to purchase business intelligence from Roland Gaar. So, even if Thomson hadn't set the meeting place for tonight at Roland's Bar, he would have to come there himself. Because, before leaving Erathia and heading to Bracada, Moriarty had to make a final confirmation on certain important matters, and these confirmations relied on accurate intelligence.

"I said, the honored guest who wants to taste 'Sunset', please come here. This way! At this moment, the green-eyed girl Teresy walked out of behind the bar quickly, deliberately stood in the middle of the bar, and shouted "yelling" in the direction where Moriarty was.

"Let's go, White." Under the gaze of almost everyone in the bar, Moriarty calmly rose from his seat.

"Am I going too?" White didn't seem to be used to this kind of "big scene" in front of everyone, and said a little tangled.

"Of course, you're my follower." With that, Moriarty walked towards the bar first.

At that moment, the door behind the bar opened again, and Mrs. Gregory stepped out from behind it.

Unlike the previous black mesh dress, the red-haired beauty has changed into a white pleated fishtail skirt with a pale red silk shawl on top. And her signature sexy red hair is held up high with a crown of blonde hair. The most special thing is that on the bridge of Paglis's tall and beautiful nose, there is also a pair of small white shell-textured round-rimmed glasses, which makes her whole person full of an intellectual and gorgeous atmosphere.

"Greetings, esteemed Lady Pagris, the 'Red-Haired Singer', it is an honor to meet you." Ignoring Trich's small movements, Moriarty walked directly to the center of the long bar and stood still, facing Pagris, who was almost the same height as herself, with a thirty-centimeter oak table apart, and bowed down and smiled. …,

Behind him, White followed closely.

"I'm also glad to entertain you at Roland's Bar, a promising mage apprentice, Moriarty. Sir Engsberg. Pugris glanced at the green-eyed girl, and the other party immediately retreated silently, and even sat down quietly with the surrounding drinkers, no longer continuing the previous noise.

"And you, Mr. White, the crossbowman who made it out of Windsor Castle, I hope you enjoy it too." Leaning over slightly, Pugris greeted White who was a little later.

"Yes." At this time, White had already entered a certain state of alertness, nodded lightly, and said hello.

"So, Sir Ensberg, would you like to have a 'Sunset' here tonight?" From a certain point of view, Pargueris, who is an intelligence dealer, is not a stranger to Moriarty, the heir of Ensberg, who often needs to buy information, so after a little greeting, the red-haired lady asked directly.

It can be seen that she is also a rather "straightforward" person.

"Yes, the hostess at your store recommended Sunset to me. It's a lot of money, but I'd love to have a chance to try it. Moriarty stood still and said slowly, "Also, since I'm about to travel abroad, I hope to buy a few more small messages from the 'Red-Haired Singer' before leaving." ”

"Of course, the customer's wish is Roland Gaal's wish. But which one comes first? Sunset, or is it a small message? ”

Pargueris's black eyes were like a deep pool, almost reflecting the whole of Moriarty. Although she didn't smile or show any seductive expression, she still seemed to be able to easily ignite the deepest fire in every man's heart. Just a blink of an eye, or a slight flutter of the tip of the nose, can't help but exude an invisible and qualitative special charm.

"I guess let's try Sunset first." Moriarty looked at the black eyes quietly, very focused, but not the kind that was so deep that he seemed to be looking at a beautiful well.

"So, okay." The red-haired singer gently turned his cheek sideways, as if to give the other a better appreciation of his sculptural and elegant facial lines: "Treesy must have told you the rules, right?" ”

"Yes, if you want to taste the afterglow, you need to sit on that stool first; Before that, you must first complete a question that you have given. As he spoke, Moriarty's right hand rested lightly on the leather seat of the stool.

The leather seat of the round stool was smooth without a single wrinkle or crack, and it was evident that few people had been able to put their butts on it since they had been moved to the bar.

"Are you ready, Sir?" Pugris stroked the red hair that hung down her shoulders and finally asked.

"Please, ma'am." Moriarty crossed his hands on the bar in front of him and said quietly.

"My topic is: Tell me a funny joke." Looking at the young man across the house, a long-lost sense of fun suddenly rose in Paglis's heart, and then leaned forward slightly and said to the challenger.

"Funny joke?" Hearing such a "simple" question, Moriarty frowned slightly: "Mrs. Pargueris, can you explain what kind of joke is funny?" ”

"Of course it's a joke that makes me laugh." The red-haired lady explained her subject in "very plain language", her smile still gorgeous, but the effect was maddening.

"Jokes that make you laugh." Moriarty's forehead couldn't help but draw a few black lines.

In other words, regardless of whether the joke Morarty later tells is funny or not, the decision to pass or not is in the hands of the red-haired lady alone. It's no wonder that Treess is so "positive" in recommending "Sunset" to himself, it seems that whether or not he can drink it depends on the mood of the bar owner. …,

However, now that he was already standing in front of the bar, Moriarty had no intention of retreating.

"Okay, I see." Moriarty thought for a moment, nodded, and started his joke: "This also happens to be a story about a bar. ”

"I'm looking forward to it." The redhead beauty is full of interest.

"One day, a dragonfly from Tartaglia came into Roland's Bar for dinner, and Tresch entertained him. As is customary, Miss Trecht recommended Roland's Golden Lamb Chops to Dragonfly, and Dragonfly was very satisfied. However, when it came time to check out, the problem came. Dragonfly apparently didn't have that much gold with him before heading out, so he got into an argument with Trees. Speaking of this, Moriarte paused, and smiled sideways at the green-eyed girl on the other side who was listening intently. The girl then rolled her eyes cutely, apparently unhappy that she had appeared in Moriarty's joke.

"And what about later? It's not good to have a dispute at the checkout. As a regular listener, Pargueris asked "quite cooperatively", with an apt twinkle of curiosity in her eyes.

"Of course, Tereshi won't let the dragon fly go lightly. Even if you can't chop off a hand like you can with the big-eared monster that you do, you must at least break off a pair of wings of the dragon fly. Moriarty continued to tell jokes without hurry.

Hearing this, the red-haired lady glared at Trecy angrily, and the green-eyed girl immediately stuck out her tongue and begged for mercy.

"Naturally, the dragon fly will not be caught, relying on himself to fly fast, the dragon fly will shake Miss Trechy a little dizzy in a few turns, and he will take the opportunity to slip out of the bar." Moriarty looked at Pagris and continued.

"The customer has evaded the order, how can this be good?" The red-haired lady "panicked" and stroked her red lips with her slender fingers.

When Tresh finally came to his senses, but the shadow of the dragon fly was gone, he was naturally very angry. At this time, I suddenly found that a Naga on the nearby table had just finished eating and stood up slowly. Miss Teres immediately shouted, rushed forward, grabbed Naga's arm, and yelled, 'You fly, don't think I won't recognize you if you stretch yourself up.' ’”

"Poof!"

Hearing this, the green-eyed girl suddenly didn't hold her breath and burst out laughing. It's just that the girl immediately reacted that she was the protagonist of the joke, and immediately "viciously" waved her fist at Moriarty.

On the other side of Moriarty, there was already a little smile in Paglia's dark eyes, but her expression was still calm.

Could it be that Moriarty's joke failed?

Still, it's clear that Moriarty's bar story continues.

Naga, who was inexplicably forced into debt by Tereshi, naturally would not give in, and threw the other party out of the distance in anger, and then turned around and left Roland's Bar. Although Tereshi was a little injured, her high sense of responsibility and mission prompted her to bravely get back up, and then ran to the back to find someone to help. ”

"Huh." Hearing this, thinking about the back of the green-eyed girl who quickly "fled" after taking the promissory note of five hundred gold coins just now, even White, who was on guard, couldn't help laughing.

"When Miss Tresch led the kitchen workers back to the front room again, of course Naga could not be found. At that moment, a Medusa happened to walk out of the turnstile and enter the bar, and Teris immediately stepped forward and pressed the other man's shoulder hard, and shouted, 'You hateful fly, do you think you can hide it with a curl of hair?' Hurry up and pay! ’”

At this point, when the joke ended, Moriarty shrugged helplessly, his expression as if he were the innocent Medusa with "curly hair".

"Haha!"

"Haha..."

Whether it was the green-eyed girl or White behind her, they all laughed loudly at this time.

And under Moriarty's calm gaze, the corners of the red-haired beauty Pagris's mouth finally curled

On the last day of the week, I looked at the list of new books, and the score was "7000+", so there will be three more today.

An elephant needs to rest, and needs a big lazy sleep~~~