Truth be told, when Gawain first thought of forming an intelligence network based on low- and middle-level people, the first thing that came to mind was not the thugs, thieves, and thugs who roamed the slums and alleys, but the mercenary friends that the Byron knights knew.

The Byron Knight was a halfway monk, and in his early years he was a well-known mercenary leader active in the South, with a small team and a wide range of contacts, which Gawain knew, and he also knew that the opportunity for the Byron Knight to swear allegiance to the Cecil family was a major setback in his mercenary career, it is said that he lost all his subordinates in that setback, and he almost lost his life, and if it weren't for the help of the previous Viscount Cecil, his life would have been lost - now he is no longer a mercenary, Instead, he achieved aristocratic status and became a knight by virtue of his personal strength and years of loyal service, but none of his ways disappeared.

It is better to say that it is precisely because a mercenary coincidentally entered the circle of nobles that the Byron knight has become more popular in the mercenary world, and no one will refuse the opportunity to be able to get in touch with the nobles, even if it is a declining aristocratic family, it is also a big money for mercenaries who are in urgent need of business.

Gawain borrowed the mercenaries of the Byron knights in several operations in the south, including spreading news, recruiting outcasts, and attracting merchants, but when building an intelligence network, Gawain finally chose Amber to contact her "fox friends and dogs".

He considered it from many aspects: firstly, in terms of loyalty, mercenaries and slum gangsters can be said to be half a pound and eight taels, their loyalty is based on money, and in comparison, the "loyalty" of the gangsters is even cheaper; Secondly, in terms of being well-informed, mercenaries are no match for those "gutter rats", who are at the bottom of society, they need to be more deaf and intelligent to survive, and they themselves are the source of information for many mercenaries; Finally, mercenaries have a very unreliable point, that is, the best of them are almost always inextricably linked to the nobles, and some mercenaries who are senior enough have even secretly become the shadows and informants of some nobles - in fact, the eagle dogs that can become the secret offerings of the nobles are themselves the targets of many mercenaries, and the slum gangsters on the other hand...... They can't get into the eyes of the nobles, they are all "independent".

For Gawain, who needed to build a "clean" team, the gutter rats who would not be affiliated with any force were clearly more in line with his requirements.

As for the ability, discipline, obedience, loyalty, and so on of those people, they can be cultivated slowly, and the Byron Knight is a clear example - he used to be a lawless mercenary leader who roamed the gray area, but now he is not also an upright ...... Oh no, be honest...... Oh no, justice...... Hasn't it become a skilled teaser?

Gawain didn't know what Amber's past was, he wasn't a person who liked to inquire about other people's private affairs, he only knew that this half-elf thief was not strong in combat, but he was a full shadow master, she used to wander in the gutters and alleys of the old Cecil Territory, but she never made much of a move except for finally burrowing into the ancestral grave of the Cecil family and being caught red-handed, but he chatted with Pitman for a while three days ago, and learned that Amber, who seemed to be just a joke, had also had a troublesome life.

In other words, she had been living a life of wandering crimes before Cecil led the crime......

After learning this, he didn't hesitate to throw out this half-elf who was messing around in the territory every day, doing nothing and making trouble everywhere, and had a lot of food, and asked her to do some work as a lord's guard.

In Leslie Lead, another town north of Tanzania, the Black Whistle Tavern is brightly lit, and the thugs, thugs, thieves, and crooks are embarking on a new round of all-night booze—always day after day before their pockets run out of money and copper plates.

The tavern owner "Scarface" with an ugly scar on his face sits behind the potholed bar, casually wiping the cup in his hand with a dirty rag, but his eyes sweep between the drinking and shouting scoundrels and scoundrels, he doesn't mind that someone drinks and makes trouble in his tavern, and he doesn't even mind that these people smash things here when they fight, but if someone drinks and smashes things and doesn't pay, then he minds.

The tavern was filled with an unpleasant smell, a mixture of cheap and inferior liquor, moldy wood and corners, and the smell of sweat from not bathing for a long time, making the environment unusually harsh, but no one wanted to leave the place - it was at least warm, better than the snow outside.

Two more drunks made a fuss, tearing each other apart, Anton gestured with his eyes, and immediately two strong men stepped forward, kicked the two drunks who were making trouble, and then dragged them to the corner of the wall and let them make trouble themselves.

That's how these gutter rats go about their day-to-day.

They are the "rich people" in the slums, the scum and reptiles in the eyes of the aristocratic lords, the intelligence dealers in the eyes of mercenaries, and the "villains" in the eyes of honest civilians. Survive by abducting or betraying information.

But these people never accumulate money, and although each of their "businesses" can earn more than half a year's income of a poor man, they will always spend it quickly, because they often deal with mercenaries and are not treated well by their lords, they know one thing very well: life is impermanent, and they have fun in time, and they may not know when the mercenary who buys your information suffers a loss outside, and when they come back, they will slash you to vent their anger - even if your information is true.

The lord will not protect them in such a situation.

So they had fun in time, in this cheap, filthy tavern which no one wanted to visit except the gutter rats, and every time they made a fuss until daybreak, and if one day they found that there was one less drinker in the tavern, and that man did not appear in the town, they would laugh loudly and exclaim, "Shhhh ”

Scarface Anton threw the cup in his hand under the bar, he counted the people in the tavern, turned his head and asked the guy next to him, "Why didn't the old cripple come?" ”

The guy shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't been here for two days, I heard that someone hacked to death." ”

Scarface Anton frowned, his ugly features trembled even more ugly, but before he could speak, a short figure in a cloak suddenly approached the bar, and several copper plates clanged in front of him, and a low female voice came from under the cloak: "Rye wine." ”

When did this person show up?!

Scarface Anton's heart trembled, he clearly knew everyone who would come to this tavern, and he himself was a half-"stalker" who knew a little about shadow tricks, but this stranger in front of him appeared in front of the bar silently, he and his buddies had no idea how this person appeared!

But stunned to astonished, he quietly filled a glass of inferior rye wine, and as he passed it over, he peeked under his hood, only to find that there was only a dark shadow that could not be dissolved.

Pretending to be a ghost.

Anton raised his vigilance and quietly motioned to the man to confirm the movement outside the gate, but as soon as the man took a step, the man in the cloak spit out all the ale he had drunk at once, and the movement was really loud enough, as if she was afraid that people would not notice, and after she spit out the wine, she slammed the glass on the bar: "You TM used to mix wine with water, and now you have started to mix wine with water, right?!" Believe it or not, I smashed your place! ”

The people in the tavern seemed to be drinking and messing around, but everyone was deaf and clear, and for a moment, almost everyone noticed the movement next to the bar, and they who were familiar with the "rules" immediately realized that someone was doing something.

What happened in an instant: everyone who approached the bar almost teleported away, everyone picked up their cups and food to find the best spot to watch the show, the scammers started to open the game at the nearby table, and the thieves scrambled to find who could do it.

Anton slowly threw aside the rag and cup in his hand, moved his strong shoulders slightly, but breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: It's just a smashing field, it's much easier.

Riot will teach this kind of guy who doesn't know how to behave.

The dwarfed figure in front of him raised his hand and pulled down the hood that had originally covered his face, revealing a half-elf face.

Anton looked at this face, raised his arm to make the muscles in his chest bulge, and his scarred face showed an ugly smile: "Big sister, I'll show you a chest broken boulder, don't you look at it......"

The tavern was preparing to watch the lively people: "......"

Amber glared at the bald ugly man, "...... Fuck, why are you more shameless than before?! ”

"After showing off your muscles, you find out that the other party can't beat you to see how you should admit it to be less embarrassing - you told us about this back then," the smile on Anton's face grew brighter - or more difficult to look at, "Big sister!" It's really you! Where have you been all these years?! ”

The people in the tavern seemed to have finally reflected from their stunned stupor, and whispers began to sound from all directions, and some of them clearly recognized who the person standing in front of the bar was, some of them were stunned, some were surprised, some were in awe, but without exception they all quickly became excited and excited, while the rest of them were obviously confused, and they began to pull the people next to them to ask in a low voice, asking what was the matter with the half-elf who suddenly appeared- Most of these people are newcomers who have only been active here in the last two years.

Amber's pointed ears twitched, and she turned her head to look at me with a smile: "There are a lot of newcomers, almost half of them don't know me." ”

Anton whispered next to him, "It's been years since you've been here......"

"Okay, then let the newcomers get to know," Amber yawned, raised her hand and snapped her fingers, "It's all sober!" Little bunnies! ”