"Shadows! Shadows, ah!"

"He's not a human, he's a ghost!"

"Run!"

This situation was obviously a bit beyond Kleist's expectations, and before the gangsters could carry out the next stage of blackmail, they suddenly scattered and fled inexplicably, as if they had seen a ghost.

But in fact, there were no ghosts here, not even anything special popping up out of nowhere, and some were just a word from the young man just now.

"Then never go. ”

This sentence seemed to be light when it came out of the young nobleman's mouth, and there was no threat at all, but the result was somewhat unexpected.

Wiping the beard on his face, Kleist couldn't help but look at the handsome young man beside him, seeing that he looked calm, as if he had already expected this situation, he couldn't help but think about it.

"It seems that this is not only a good guard, but also not a simple one.... Sorcery, or something else?"

The merchant who had traveled north and south for many years knew more about the supernatural powers in the Stars than ordinary people, and the situation in front of him couldn't help but remind him of a man he had met many years ago who claimed to be a night bringer, who seemed to be a normal ordinary person, but suddenly the whole day suddenly turned dark with a wave of his hand.

The look is similar to this one, with a leather armor jacket and a cloak, the difference is that that he just has an extra cane in his hand, and this one doesn't...

The pensive merchant was suddenly interrupted by a loud laugh, and he looked up with some annoyance to find that it was a middle-aged mercenary with long dark brown hair and a beard, who was now laughing and reminiscing about the two bald-headed, bearded-looking and ugly-looking guards.

"Hanaris, does he know these people?"

The merchant was a little surprised by this.

Alan also had this question, and he looked at Andre in front of him laughing and hugging and patting the strange mercenary on the back, and secretly wondered in his heart.

"Acquaintance, hasn't Brother Andrew been out of the reef city for years?"

It didn't take him long to think about it, and Brother Andrew came to Alan with the mercenary.

"Young Master Allen, this is Hanaris, we had a lot of dealings with him when we were mercenaries in our early years!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man in front of him called Hanaris shouted: "What is the name of no less, have you slept in the same bed!"

This caused the Andrew brothers to laugh, but Hanaris ignored them and gave Eren a nondescript bow.

"Hello, noble young master, my name is Hanaris, and I don't have a surname. ”

"Well, it's not called Hanaris. no surname, it's Hanaris without a surname, you can call me that, or you can call me Hanaris, but I prefer to be called by my nickname, Hus. ”

He has a loud voice.

Alan had a preliminary impression of the mercenary.

It's a joke.

Immediately afterward, Allen labeled him again.

"Do mercenaries like to talk to themselves? Husses? It would be fun to add a strange word to the end. ”

Allen, who was secretly complaining, did not look down on the mercenary on the outside, and returned the standard salute, and under Hanaris's grinning expression, he replied: "Allen, Allen from the bay." ”

He didn't mention his last name, which seemed rude, but it didn't matter if it was a little rude compared to the trouble of revealing his identity, even though his identity might have been revealed.

This is not to guard against Hanaris, but to other passers-by around him. Because Alan felt that he might have seen something in Andrew's tone and demeanor, and it was basically unnecessary to guard against anything.

Hanaris didn't seem to take this seriously, and after seeing Allen return the gift so "solemnly", he laughed and turned to Brother Andrew: "Look, look, your bosses are so polite to me, what qualifications do you servants have to be rude to me? Remember, please call me Lord Hanaris in the future!"

In this regard, Andrei scoffed: "Bullshit Lord Hanaris, you kid is so rampant again, be careful that I beat you until you can't get out of bed!"

The words in the mouths of these three people seemed very polite, but they seemed to have a good relationship, and the smiles from the heart made people feel it at a glance.

Because they were reminiscing, Alan couldn't say anything about leaving, so he looked at another outsider here.

They were currently in a short corner of Breisser's unknown street, surrounded by pedestrians and looking rather deserted.

The merchant was bending over to pack up the contents of a trolley, which looked like a pile of supplies.

Because of his busyness, Alan didn't bother him at first, and only opened his mouth when he began to rest, "Thank you again for your help." ”

"You're so gracious. The merchant smiled at him, then took out a bundle of paper rolls out of nowhere, sprinkled some brown tobacco leaves on it with his rough hands, rolled it a few times, and a simple cigarette appeared in his hand.

"Would you like one?" he asked kindly.

"No, thank you. Alan was insensitive to this.

This kind of tobacco from the Free Federation does not taste very good to smoke, it is spicy and coarse, and it can go straight to the head when you smoke it, which is particularly uncomfortable.

At first, Alan was curious when he learned about this kind of thing, because the era he lived in seemed to be a bit out of place with this kind of thing, and then curiosity made him try it, and he accidentally got a cigarette smell and beat old Tyron for a long time, he was only a few years old at the time, but he was not able to resist.

Then he stopped smoking this thing, the bad taste was one thing, and the psychological side was also a little shadowy.

Kleist, the merchant, seems to be an old smoker, and he takes a deep breath of the cigarette in his mouth, looking intoxicated, and chats with Alan as he smokes.

"It looks like you're doing something terrible to scare those people away, but I'd advise you to get out of here as soon as possible, I think you might be targeted by them, and the Finger Gang don't give up easily. ”

Alan nodded slowly and said, "Thank you for your suggestion, but I didn't plan to stay longer, I just came here to buy a few horses and some food." ”

The merchant smiled knowingly: "Oh, maybe you will hire a few mercenaries? The people who come here are basically for these things, so the business of those bakeries and horse dealers is always so good, and they can make a lot of money without running around and working hard, which is really enviable." ”

Alan turned his head to look in the direction of Brother Andrew, and it seemed that there was still no intention of stopping, so he asked casually, "What kind of business do you have?"

The merchant lifted the cigarette roll in his hand, and his wrinkled eyes narrowed slightly from the smoke: "As you can see." ”

Alan was a little surprised: "The tobacco business? ”

"No, it's not that easy to make"

Kleist sighed and said: "There is a tax to transport goods from the Free Federation to go abroad, pay a large amount of tax, and then pay a large amount of money to the local lord after joining the stars, such a round trip, the profit of tobacco leaves is basically reduced by half, and if there is a loss on the way, the profit will be even less." ”

"In fact, losses are never inevitable, and as we all know, the sea of gold is not peaceful. Not to mention the countless pirates, they are human beings, and they can also deal with each other, if you are unlucky enough to encounter a deep-sea monster, you have no possibility of negotiating at all, and you will only be eaten by it in your stomach, or sink into the sea and drown. ”

"I once encountered a three-tailed sea serpent, its neck was more than ten meters high, erected to cover the sky, and swallowed my merchant ship in one bite, but fortunately I escaped by jumping into the sea in advance. ”