Through the thick bangs, Focos saw that a rare guest had come today.

This hair color, this skin color, is an ethnic minority in the west.

The doorbell rang, and the bartender's welcome speech came to an abrupt end.

The rare guest walked straight to the bar, and she raised a finger and moved her mouth as if ordering a drink.

The bartenders knew her, and Focos was sure that at least the blonde bartender wasn't her average acquaintance.

Because after the red-haired girl took a sip of the wine handed over by the bartender at the bar, Lanzerim gave her a nudge.

Focos quietly watched the three men through his bangs, and the bartenders in Charismatic Morgans were very well-informed, especially Shaw, who was in charge of the bar.

By chance, Focos immediately became cautious about the bartenders.

Compared to Lanzerim, who looked blonde and blue-eyed with 100% northern blood, Focos was more careful with Shaw, who seemed to come from the same scum gathering place as him.

The bartenders, as if they had come from an acquaintance, began to take out their glasses of salted wine, pour themselves a glass, and add ice cubes.

It's time for the bartenders to catch up, and it's clear they're getting ready to chat.

First, the Westerner put down the wine glass heavily, Lanzerim was stunned for a moment, and Shaw continued to pour the wine for himself.

Ranzerim laughed at what the Westerner had said, as if he had been amused.

Shaw even applauded, the Westerner continued, and the three of them looked around at the tavern's scattered guests, and the bartenders smiled helplessly.

The bartenders then exchanged frequent glances, which Focos believed was confirmation of some kind of information from the bartenders.

As soon as Shaw drank the wine, Focos knew that the little man was hidden, and that he had just poured himself a full glass of tequila.

There were no ice cubes, no salt and lemon in the cup, and Xiao actually had a bit of a northern style.

Then the Westerner whispered into Lanzerim's ear for a moment, and Lanzerim was whispering to her.

The bartenders touched each other's glasses, and they frequently raised the first three fingers of their palms, which made Focos uneasy, because these three fingers had a special meaning for the pickpockets.

This is the hand that takes the pliers.

Watching the bartenders and westerners laugh merrily, they're probably saying something inconsequential, after all, pickpockets keep their secrets safe.

Their blatant ridicule is obviously not a big deal.

Just like Focos, his eyes are exposed when he commits crimes, and his scars are exposed when he is shipped, and usually the iron curtain bangs cover his shrewd eyes under the bangs.

The three of them laughed for a while, and suddenly Xiao got out of the bar and walked straight to this side.

Focos was alert.

……

Focos thought he was the only one spying on him, but Shaw was watching him as well.

Shaw saw Phocos, his kind, and he smelled a hint of fermentation from Theresa's words.

"Speaking of which...... I suddenly met someone who might be able to help something. ”

This is a sentence that Xiao said a few minutes ago, he has drunk so much agave, why hasn't he fallen yet?

"But this man is very vigilant, and I need your cooperation to create a cheerful atmosphere and make him feel that we are not talking about him."

After Xiao said this, the three of them were quiet for a while.

Lanzerim began to cough, not sure if he was choking on her wine and coughing for a real time or if he was pretending to cough for the show.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Lanzerim's cough reminded Teresa of Roman, who had lost control of his facial expression by her sudden kick during the day, and he turned his back in embarrassment and coughed violently.

"What's the matter, can't you drink so little!"

Teresa patted Lanzerim and laughed, they were good at acting, as they often did at Capital College.

Perform for the future.

"To Lanzerim, who can't drink!"

Xiao also shouted loudly, just as if they were all drunk.

"Do you have a gold leaf...... I'm going to bribe him......"

While the three of them were singing and dancing, Xiao whispered, seeing his outstretched hand.

"Hope it's worth ...... money"

Teresa took off one of her earrings.

"Pure gold, what did I do to offend that damn man......"

Theresa muttered discontent as she took off her earrings, and she once again looked at her happy drawing of Roman's blank book, with a cheerful look.

She was damn bold and curious about what she said to herself.

Her earrings, goodbye.

"You're too picky, give me a pair, no one is stingy with earrings all the time......"

Shaw glanced up at Theresa, who gave him a blank look and took off the other earring.

"Why don't you say it's two gold leaves, the information misleads ......"

Shaw took the earrings and tossed them, and now things became much easier.

He was going to say that he was going to find a place to be these things.

"Drag your blessing, I can pack a ticket for this matter......"

Shaw lifted the bar and got out.

Walk straight to Focos.

"Hey, have you had a nice day?"

This kind of greeting, paired with Xiao's unenthusiastic face, is really embarrassing.

Focos looked Shaw up and down through his bangs.

"Today, the wine pipe is a little deserted......"

Phocos's voice was as weak as ever, like the mosquito call of a man who can't help himself.

"Yes, I haven't come to visit the guests, I've been a little short of money lately."

Shaw took a moment on his vest, the western gold sand is very famous, I don't know if Teresa's earrings are really pure gold.

"Do you know how to speak black words, I want to find a groom to help me carry it."

Shaw placed the earrings on Focos's table, and he bet that Focos could see it, even if his bangs were so thick, and Shaw bet that there was a secret under Focos' bangs.

“…… Suddenly say something......"

Shaw noticed that Focos's fingers began to curl up quietly.

"Western goods, pure gold, think about it, I see that you are staring at us all day long, and you are not a serious person."

Shaw sat down across from Focos.

As the saying goes, the more harmless a person is, the more harmful it is, like someone like Roman, and Shaw and Theresa can reach a consensus on the cognitive level.

Aggressive people, in fact, will not be anything else.

"It's all a street rat from the northwest, don't pretend to be an innocent virgin, you groom who sends Chloride all day long."

Shaw stretches his hand joints, and the game begins.

Focos loosened his expression under his bangs, and he knew that Xiao was not a good stake, and that this tavern hired a long-sleeved bartender who was good at dancing, and at the same time hired a ...... from the Northwest Mouse.

“…… Sure enough, the smell is the same, Mojimi Market, where are you in the northwest? ”

Coming from the bottom of the bazaar, Focos came from a lower background than Shaw.

"I'm from the northern mining region, and I'm sorry to disappoint you."

Xiao hooked his mouth and smiled, clichés were the easiest thing for him.

He just asked politely, but he didn't expect Focos to say.

"Actually, what I want to know is can you carry it? If it doesn't work, I'll find a home. ”

They are cautious, whether it is Shaw or Focos, like rats sneaky and clever.

Fokos was originally moved when he heard the earrings, because this month Shambhala nerves watched everything tightly, Fokos didn't want to commit a crime against the wind, but as the date of delivery to the gold lord was approaching.

Focos and Shaw's minds are connected to some extent.

Focos saw Shaw staring at him, Shaw was serious, he recognized him, and asked him if he would do him a favor.

"Where did you come from, this thing?"

Helping others carry things, they are also very particular about whether this thing is someone else's own or owned.

To be honest, Focos is not very happy to help people deal with the things that he has for himself, because it is too risky, and he will have to carry a double pot.

"My friend's earrings, I'll help her with the question."

Shaw gestured to the Westerner that Focos had been keeping an eye on.

"Purebred western minorities, pure gold, feel afraid not to take it."

Shaw made a gesture of please, anyway, he was also inquiring along the way, but he didn't expect him to really pull out the mysterious profession of Fokos.

Either the groom or the groom's part-time pickpocket, seeing him so cautious, Xiao's heart suddenly became clear, no wonder Focos chattered every day to squat in the tavern rain or shine.

He's listening.

"It's the North guy who receives the goods, I'm afraid I don't have such a beautiful purchase price for someone else, maybe you still have a little bit of a small amount if you look for me."

Now, to be honest, Fokos is also worried about how those twenty pairs of things can be conjured out of thin air.

Now suddenly there is someone who can help him solve his troubles this month, and he can't ask for it.

The excitement in front of Shambhala made him a little frightened, and Shambhala's unearthly investigation that day frightened Fokos, who had always felt that he was very cautious.

He was afraid that Shambhala would capture him and throw him out of this isolated paradise.

In the aftermath of the Shambhala scandal, rumors swirled, some said it was theft, some said it was dead...... There are even more murders and corpses.

In short, the rumors are more bizarre than the other, and it was only after hearing the rumors that Fokos had the courage to return to the tavern to receive information from the outside world.

"Strange, isn't there an agreement on the price between you grooms? Why do the North guys treat you more preferentially? ”

Shaw took the earrings away, the market has market rules, he listened to Focos, and guessed that there was a buyer in Sing Tao who specialized in accepting those things that were not white and clean from unknown origins.

Usually, the buyer sets the rules for his groom, and the buyer will unify the purchase price, which is considered the exploitation of the groom by the buyer.

The groom is not worthy of bargaining with his own gold owner.

Then Shaw might as well think a little deeper, the groom helps people carry things, and the groom will also exploit those who ask him for help.

Could it be that Focos is really so kind and kind that he will give benefits to himself?

"You seem to know quite well that the more things you turn in, the more you will increase the purchase price of each piece, and I can get a better price than you."

Phocos said this from his heart, how from the heart.

"You quoted a big number, so you mean, the North will pay a little more for your share."

Xiao raised his eyebrows, it seemed that this person was a person who had a lot of supplies in his hands.

"You can think of it that way."

You can think of it that way, but I don't necessarily do that.

"How much will he give you in the past?"

Xiao feigned surprise and hissed.

"Five silver leaves."

Xiao coughed unconsciously when he heard this, exchanging silver for gold is really an excellent calculation.

"You're really good at business."

Shaw took the earrings back and shook his head, he might have embarrassed Teresa.

"You may not know the situation of Star Island, originally pawns are cheap pawns, not to mention the currency imbalance of Star Island."

Focos could see that Shaw was quite disappointed with the price, and he was disappointed too.

Real gold for real silver, he really felt that this abacus was not played like this.

Shaw seemed to have a sense of detachment.

He subconsciously wanted to catch Xiao, because he was not willing to show up this month, and he felt that the turmoil would have to wait a little longer before it would stop.

"I don't think my friend can accept the price."

Shaw shook his head at him, intending to get up.

"Wait a minute, if you're willing to negotiate the price yourself, I can take you there, but this thing will be sold in my name."