After saying goodbye to the kind elven uncle, Anrui and Shafi left the treehouse area and returned along the road.

Anrui walked very slowly, his face was very solemn, and his heart had been weighing the matter of Berego and the fair consignment house.

"What will happen to Berego? He's actually quite powerful, and ordinary people shouldn't be able to hurt him. Shafi walked aside, worried.

"It's still impossible to make a conclusion about what happened to him, and I hope he can appear in front of us alive." An Rui shrugged.

"If something happens to him, will you help him?"

"Of course."

"What a surprise to me, I didn't expect your relationship with him to become like this. I remember when you were in the Misty Forest, you had a very bad relationship with him, and you usually didn't even say a word. ”

"It doesn't matter whether the relationship is good or bad, the reason why I want to help him is because he is now my crew, and if something happens to the crew, of course the captain has to take care of it. If something happens to the crew, the captain ignores it, how can the crew die for the captain. Between the captain and the crew, it is heart-to-heart. An Rui explained.

"I see, it seems that you are really a good captain." Shafi laughed.

"Of course, if there is a good captain selection meeting at sea, I will definitely win the first place." An Rui smiled slightly, a little stinky fart.

"So, good captain, what are you going to do to help Beregor next?" Sophie smiled and shook her head.

"The last time he left the house was to go to the fair known as a consignment house, and we started investigating there to see if we could find any clues. When doing this, we must be careful not to be too public, so as not to miss the horse and arouse the suspicion of the fair consignment house. ”

"Is that consignment shop that scary?"

"The consignment shop itself is nothing, the real scary thing is the owner behind the consignment shop, the boss is named Brent, a typical black-hearted businessman, as long as he can make money, he is willing to do any business. Smuggling, slave reselling, contraband, and the occasional guest appearance as a pirate. If Berego had a relationship with Brent, it wouldn't be good. An Rui's face sank, as if a dark cloud had condensed countless raindrops.

"Brent ...... I don't have much of an impression of the name, is he amazing? Shafi shook her head slightly, and then asked.

"He's just an ordinary person, not even a warrior, and definitely not a great fighter in terms of combat. But he is very rich, his family property is at least more than 5,000 gold coins, and if he has money these years, he has strength, and a lot of gold coins are scattered out, and some people who can fight are willing to fight hard for him. Under him, there is a capable man named Sharod, who is a warrior, and his strength is still above you, and it is very tricky. "When it comes to Sharod, An Rui's head is getting bigger, this is a level 12 warrior with superb swordsmanship, and he has a silver-level sword called "Thundering Sword" in his hand. Not to mention fighting alone, even two against one, neither he nor Sha Fei can be Sharod's opponent.

"They seem terrible to hear you say." Shafi stuck out her tongue and said.

"So it's still a sentence, I hope Berego is okay, don't have anything to do with these people." Anrui prayed heartily.

The two of them left the treehouse area and returned to the city of Iron Cannon Harbor. Anrui did not rush to the fair consignment house to inquire about Berego, as he said before, this matter must be investigated secretly, and it cannot be alarmed. He first went to visit some of the adventurer members of Berego and asked them about Berego's whereabouts. Through the mouth of the elf uncle before, he had already asked the addresses of these people, and it was not difficult to find them.

However, to Anrui's disappointment, these people also hadn't seen Beregor for many days, and they couldn't provide any useful clues.

In the end, you still have to start with the fair name of the consignment house.

……

When night falls, the stars are shining, and the lights of thousands of homes are lit up, echoing the starlight.

Only a small part of the light extends to the street, causing the whole street to fall into a hazy state, and only the outlines of some scenes can be faintly seen.

A cat is burying its head in the street and eating something, making a crunching sound.

Footsteps sounded, and a drunken man walking swayed onto the street, carrying a bottle of wine in his hand, taking a sip every few steps.

The wildcat looked up and looked at the drunk, his eyes reflecting an unusually bright white light. It stared at the drunk for a moment, made the decision to flee, lowered its head and bit into the night's dinner, jumped up the wall in a bunch, and vanished.

The drunk walked forward with three staggers, completely oblivious to his surroundings.

A figure in a robe and hood followed the drunkard into the street, his feet resting lightly, like the steps of a cat.

In the shadow cast by the hood, the outline of Anrui's face can be faintly seen.

An Rui looked back, confirmed that there was no one in front of him, took a few quick steps, rushed behind the drunk, stretched out his left hand, grabbed the opponent's back, and then pushed hard against the wall.

The drunk screamed and slammed into the wall, revealing several Venus in front of him. Before he could make any other moves, a strong palm immediately pressed against his back, pressing him to the wall, unable to move. A dagger came out of the night and against his throat, causing a faint tingling sensation that apparently pierced his skin.

"Don't yell, or I'll slit your throat." An Rui threatened in a cold voice.

......The drunk man didn't seem to understand his situation, and opened his mouth like a scolding.

An Rui did not let the other party continue to scold, but with the momentum of wind and thunder, he hit the other party's back fiercely.

The drunkard swallowed back half of the words immediately, a muffled sound came out of his throat, and the flesh on his face was tangled together, looking extremely painful.

"Listen, this is your last chance, if you don't cooperate, don't blame me for being sinister." An Rui placed the dagger in his hand on the drunkard's neck again, leaving a faint red mark on it.

"Friend, you're looking for the wrong person, I don't have much money on me." The severe pain seemed to make the drunk sober up a lot, discern the situation in front of him, and dare not shout anymore.

"I'm not looking for the wrong person, you're one of Brent's men, and you're working for him." An Rui's voice was extremely cold, and the reason why he found this person was naturally for a reason. This man was one of Brent's men, and from his mouth it might be possible to ask about Berego's whereabouts.

The drunk man was silent, as if sensing the gravity of the matter, or perhaps being frightened.

"Listen, now you can answer whatever I ask, and you are not allowed to hide it, understand? Your life and death are in your own hands, don't play tricks on me. An Rui's right hand holding the dagger moved, further expanding the wound under the blade, and two drops of blood rolled down from the wound, which was still conspicuous even in the night.

"Yes, I see, don't kill me, I can tell you anything." The drunk said in a trembling voice.

"About seven days ago, an elven man named Berego made a trip to the fair consignment, where is he now? Was he captured by Brent? ”

"I don't know any Beregos, but Brent did catch an elf the other day, who is quite handsome, and he plans to sell the elf to some rich woman as a man**. This elf could be the Berego you said. ”

"Male?" Anrui furrowed his eyebrows, he thought about all the possibilities, but he didn't expect Berego to be arrested for this. It seems that being handsome is also sinful.

"Yes, male, you know, women sometimes play crazier than men."

"This male **, or this elf, does he have any characteristics? For example, hair color or something. ”

"His hair color is blonde. As for the other characteristics, I can't say, the elves are all beautiful, and I feel that they all look similar. ”

"Did he have a bow and arrows with him?"

"Brent was not in the habit of carrying bows and arrows to his slaves."

"Where is he being held?"

"Dungeon. There was a dungeon in Brent that was used for slaves, and he was kept there, and I saw him once a few days ago, and he was very disobedient and was badly cleaned. ”

Although I can't be 100% sure, the imprisoned elf is Berego, and the timing of the imprisonment and the hair color are the same. In the absence of definite results, this can only be considered for the time being.

Anrui then asked some detailed questions to get as much useful information as possible. But unfortunately, this Valente's subordinate knew very little about the Dao, and even if he got to the bottom of it, he couldn't ask much. This means that the other party loses value.

"How long have you been working for Brent?" An Rui's words changed, and he suddenly changed the direction of the question.

"Three years...... Or maybe two and a half years. The drunk replied ambiguously.

"You've done a lot of things for him, haven't you?"

"Not much, actually."

"What are you responsible for?"

"Well, I'm just a little bit of a small thing, and I'm just responsible for some trivial things."

"Don't ramble, say it quickly."

"I was mainly responsible for the slave trade, selling slaves in the slave market."

"In more than two years, you must have sold a lot of slaves for him, right?"

"Actually, it's not much...... Really, not much. ”

"Selling one is also selling." Under the darkness of the night, An Rui's eyes flashed with an aggressive cold light, and he held the dagger tighter, "You work for people like Brent, and you are in charge of the slave trade, and it is a scourge to keep it, and I don't want others to know what happened just now, so ......"

"No, no, no, please, don't kill me, this is the ...... you just promised me" The drunkard's words came to an abrupt end, and life dissipated with the appearance of a wound. He covered the wound on his throat, his face looked painful, and he collapsed to the ground.

An Rui looked left and right, and withdrew the blood-stained dagger under his cloak, like a big nocturnal bat, disappearing into the night.