At the same time as Amber snapped his fingers, Scarface Anton had already reached out and grabbed a nearby wooden post as if reflexively, and some of the people in the tavern had each grabbed the nearest fixture or simply sat on the ground without any face, the movement was so smooth and skillful that it had become their instinct for a long time - but the others were different, they just stared blankly at the inexplicable changes around them, not knowing what to do, and soon, they didn't have to do anything to deal with, and soon, they didn't have to do anything to deal with.

Amber suddenly filled with a cloudy and hazy shadow, and everywhere the shadow went, everyone instantly felt like the world was spinning, and in just a moment, everyone in the entire tavern was forcibly dragged to perform a "shadow jump" - although it lasted less than a second, everyone instantly lost their balance, those who had found fixes in advance were better, and those who stood and sat stupidly were already staggering and couldn't get up for a while.

Looking at the spectacular sight in front of her, Amber nodded in satisfaction, finally regaining a little pride in being a "master".

Her combat effectiveness is indeed weak, but that also depends on who she is compared with and in what field. Amber, as a shadow stalker, can't beat Gawain head-on and the people around Gawain are understandable, but how many truly transcendent professionals can there be in this tavern?

If they did, they wouldn't be in this kind of place!

There are just scoundrels and liars who have nothing to do, and their greatest ability is nothing more than a few tricks or a set of tricks, and even the famous "Scarface Anton" is just a half-, not even a low-level professional is a stalker, they are gutter rats, the scum of the market at the bottom of society, they huddle here to keep warm, and the strongest of them are not qualified to appear in the sight of the real professionals.

Amber is at least a transcendent professional, and she's also the grandmaster of the Shadow Powers - and the self-proclaimed Chosen of the Night.

The title of the Tavern Queen was not her own.

After a long time, the severe dizziness and nervous disorders caused by the shadow power shaking the spirit gradually subsided, and those who were lying on the ground got up one by one, but none of them stood up and took the stab: the people who can survive in this social environment are all cautious and intelligent characters, they are good at judging the situation in a split second and finding the safest way to make themselves, and in the same moment, they know how to protect themselves.

Seeing this situation, Amber pursed her lips slightly: "This year's one is still not interesting." ”

"Big sister, why are you back?" Scarface Anton endured the vertigo that could not be left in his mind, squeezed out a smiling face and stepped forward and asked, "You said two years ago that you found clues about your biological parents, but suddenly ran away...... Did you find it? ”

"No, my parents may not be able to find them in this life," Amber waved her hand, "but I found something more interesting." ”

"More interesting?" Anton was stunned, he knew that the gangster in front of him, who used to dominate the sewers and ruled the dark streets, often went to look for something "interesting", but that usually referred to stolen treasures and unlucky people who could be pitted, she always had a playful and mocking expression on her face when she mentioned those things, but her expression in front of her was obviously full of interest, no joke at all, "What did you find?" ”

Amber just smiled, "Have you heard about the resurrection of the Founding Duke?" ”

"I've heard that," said Anton, shrugging his shoulders as he asked his men to take care of order in the tavern, "it's been spreading for a long time—we've helped spread some of the news, and a mercenary came here a few months ago and hired a whole bunch of people to spread the news. ”

"Damn, you guys even secretly earned my ......" Amber glared at Anton for a moment, but before he could say all the words, he changed his words, "Are all the people here?" ”

"If you say it's all in this town," Anton raised his hand and enveloped the entire tavern, "it's winter, and these bunnies are living in the tavern every day, and they want to die in it." ”

Amber pulled out a small dagger and scratched it across the clandled wooden bar, looking for the traces she had carved back then, but unfortunately most of them were no longer available - fights and shoddy drinks always made the marks on the bar fade quickly: "Ask the big guy if you want to do something serious." ”

At this time, many "old acquaintances" had gathered near the bar, and a woman with slightly dark skin and dressed like a witch was stunned for a moment after hearing Amber's words: "Serious? Big sister, can you still have serious things? ”

As soon as Amber raised her hand, the small dagger in her hand spun around under the neck of this "witch", and accurately cut off a few threads on the other party's neckline: "'Witch' Jibri, why didn't I cut your tongue back then?" ”

"I can make a lot of money by shaking my tongue," the woman dressed as a witch took a half step back, and a flattering smile appeared on her face, "You better tell me your 'serious business', we will all listen......

"It's very simple, I'm doing things for the resurrected founding hero right now - don't show that disbelieving face, I'm his personal bodyguard now, personal bodyguard understand? I don't have to knock when I enter his room, I'll tell you. All in all, I'm wide now, but I haven't forgotten you guys, and now you have a chance, as long as you are willing to change your stinky habits, you can live a decent life like me. Still haven't got it? The Duke wants to hire you! ”

There was silence in the scene, which Amber had not expected.

"Why haven't you moved?" Amber looked at the guys curiously, "Don't want to? ”

"I don't believe it," Scarface Anton said with a god who knows whether he was crying or laughing, "we know about the Founding Duke's presence in the south, but how could a character like him deal with someone like us." Big sister, you've been drinking Shadow Potion as water lately, haven't you? ”

"I know you're so promising," Amber pouted, tossing a cloth bag on the bar, and there was a series of rattling noises from the bag, and after the mouth of the bag was opened, several shiny gold and silver coins rolled out of it—they were freshly minted, with a beautiful perfectly symmetrical outline and smooth arc, and the emblem of Cecil's domain on the obverse, "You may not believe it, but the money is real anyway." ”

The eyes of several people in front of the bar immediately widened.

They had little access to gold coins, but silver coins were occasionally available, and the silver Cecil was a new currency that had recently become more and more popular in the south, and it was of excellent finery, weighty, and by some unknown method of minting, and each coin was struck with the finest and most delicate and immaculate quality, so that it naturally won the favor of the merchants who came and went, and with it circulated in the south.

Anton had the good fortune of three silver Ansu coins—but none of them were clearly as new as the ones Amber had brought, and the gold and silver coins that had rolled out of the pouch had not a single scratch or dirt, and the new ones were as if they had just been taken out of the mint.

Anton's heart suddenly tightened, and when he looked at Amber, he had a nervous look on his face: "Big sister, stealing money from the nobleman's mint will be hanged!" ”

Amber immediately glared at the scar-faced bald man viciously: "Say-do you really want to crush the boulder in your chest?!" Pick you up and smash the rocks! ”

Anton immediately shrunk his neck and didn't dare to speak.

Obviously, nine times out of ten, what Amber said is true.

The boss, who had been "missing" for several years, actually mixed up with the founding hero and became the personal guard of a big nobleman, this kind of fantastical thing really happened.

"Let's talk about it," Amber waved her hand and quietly pushed the money on the bar to a more prominent place, "but I want to explain that money is a good thing, but it is not so easy to earn, and the Duke does not want to hire a bunch of thugs and scoundrels to ruin his reputation, so whoever takes the money must first follow me to Cecil's Collar where he will learn the rules and laws, and then it will be his turn to do things seriously, and if he can't learn the rules, he will ......"

Amber didn't say any more, but just glanced around with a hint of menace, causing everyone's necks to shrink.

In fact, there will be no terrible punishment, according to Gawain, those simple rules and regulations can be learned by fools as long as they are trained for a month, even if they can't learn it, they will be poured into it a few more times, but Amber knows that this is a bunch of rotten people in front of him who can't even be scalded in boiling water, maybe they will one day learn the rules and morals on the right path, but before that, they must first use the two whips of favor and punishment to drive them to the right path.

And this implicit threat silenced the people in the tavern, but also gave them a more real feeling:

There is no good thing that falls from the sky, and it can only be true if there is a certain risk in the matter at the same time.

Dealing with nobles is dangerous, everyone who lives in the dark streets knows this, but their boss seems to be able to cover himself......

The reputation of the founding hero also seems to be very good......

I just don't know what a big nobleman hired a bunch of ruffians to do with thieves and swindlers, but how bad can it be at worst? You can't drive such a group of straw bale teams to fight on the battlefield, or to expel monsters, right?

At the same time as the tavern was lively again, Anton quietly approached Amber's side, and the scar-faced strong man lowered his voice and asked curiously, "Big sister, ...... How did you get mixed up with such a big guy? ”

"Actually, it's nothing," Amber waved her hand nonchalantly, "I pried his coffin and woke him up." ”

Anton: "...... Yes?! ”

Amber picked up half a glass of inferior ale wine left in front of her, and sighed while holding it to her mouth: "Alas, so don't be caught by the person involved when stealing something, and accidentally put yourself in it...... Bah - you better pour me a glass of water, you might as well mix wine in water, what are you mixing with this? ”

"Actually, this is the water mixing ratio you gave back then...... "Anton couldn't help but laugh, "Forget it, I'll pour you a glass of water." ”

"Forget it, let's make do with it," Amber shook her head, looking down at the frothy inferior wine, crying and laughing, "Whether it's a human or an elf, it's really a creature that indulges in pleasures......"