What had happened at the Divine Descent Dinner radiated through the city at such a rapid pace that when Alan woke up the next day and walked down the street, many people pointed fingers at him.

This can't help but make people speechless, the power of gossip is really infinitely potential, if it is changed to serious things, it is estimated that it will not be so fast.

"I think we can bomb them if you wish. "As we walked towards Citrus Street in Samuel's West Town, a group of idlers followed Allen's butt and muttered about his mage status and the duel that would take place in a month's time.

The guard's proposal made Alan moved, but he finally shook his head and smiled at him: "No, let them follow, I'm used to it when I'm in the bay." ”

This guard was one of the five hundred, so he understood what Eren meant, so he smiled kindly.

"Jude Knight cultivates the power of bears, this secret technique is a bit obvious, and the lethality is very sufficient, but the shortcomings are also not small-"

He dodged the other guards behind him and whispered to Allen, "So you can think about how to deal with this characteristic of him within a month, in fact, it is not very difficult. ”

"Thank you, but—" Alan looked at him hesitantly, wondering what tone he should use to say it.

"But isn't he your own?"

"Your own people belong to your own people," the guard frowned, as if he thought of something bad, but he didn't mention it, but instead squeezed his eyebrows at Allen: "But aren't you also your own people, I call this early stammering." ”

Stunned, Alan smiled, and then asked, "What's your name?"

"Neil, Sir Ellen, my name is Neil," the guard said, pausing slightly, moving away from Alan and turning into a serious guard.

"You're going in the wrong direction," he said, pointing in the other direction, "Citrus Street is over there." ”

“...... All right. Alan humbly accepted the guard's correction, and with a movement of his steps, he changed direction.

He was on his way to find the merchant Kleist.

As he said before, in Samuel, Alan didn't have any familiar people other than the Duke's family, and the merchant was barely one, so when he learned his location, Alan was naturally ready to talk.

It's not been a short time, and Alan can clearly feel that many people who are hostile to him, the most obvious is that those behind Jude have begun to make moves.

So Alan naturally couldn't sit still, he wanted to ask how deep Samuel's water was and how deep it was, and then he always had a guard in his heart.

After all, you know yourself and your opponent.

For the city, the most intimate person may be the Duke of Gross, but Alan can't go to him to ask about this kind of thing, because in general, those who are hostile to Allen are not necessarily hostile to Gross, and it is even likely that they are close to his subordinates, because if the lord is removed, the nobles in the city are also the lord's right-hand men.

Although the fat duke is very good to him, if it really involves the conflict between his subordinates and him, then he is really uncertain what his attitude is.

So Alan can only find someone with whom there is no possibility of social conflict, this person's choice is very narrow, but it is also very qualified.

As the only Samuel that Allen is familiar with, he has no other choice but to be a businessman, but fortunately, a businessman, who is a spy, is unlikely to have much contact with Samuel's upper echelons.

But he will definitely understand the specifics of Samuel!

"So you're not just coming to me to catch up. The bearded businessman smashed his mouth and said regretfully: "This is really sad." ”

Building 7 on Chamomile Street is an apartment house with many rooms for living, and merchants live in one of them.

His life seemed to be very poor, and when Alan came in, he couldn't even see anything of value in the house, but the whole room was quite clean, the wooden floors and neat poplar beams looked simple and dry, and the windows of the room were small, but the overall appearance was not gloomy.

There were no tables or chairs, just a simple wooden bed, which made Alan quite strange.

"Isn't Samuel very generous, why do you look so poor?" he asked.

"I sent all the money to my brother. The merchant sat on the bed, quietly looked at Allen's looking around, and said silently: "I have no descendants, and the continuation of the family can only depend on him, so I gave him all the money I earned." ”

The merchant looked a little decadent, and after a little humor, he looked very dull, and it was completely different from the last time, and Alan didn't quite know why he had become like this, but he had a vague guess in his heart.

"You're a good brother. He put down the wooden cup on the bedside table, which seemed to be both practical and furnishing, as if it were the only ornament in the room.

"And what about you now, waiting for a new mission?"

"No," the merchant shook his head, "I'm no longer employed by Samuel." ”

"Why?"

Looking at Allen's strange appearance, he smiled self-deprecatingly: "It's ridiculous, I originally thought I would become a hero, but in the end, I realized that I was just an inconsequential little pawn, the kind with many substitutes, you know what I'm talking about, right?"

Apparently, he learned the truth about what happened last time.

Eren was silent for a moment, then patted him on the shoulder: "I don't think anyone can lurk in the orc tribe for ten years and still be intact. ”

"That's just a conspiracy by the orcs, who already know who I really am. The merchant shook his head.

"I don't think anyone has the guts to infiltrate an orc tribe as an undercover agent, you're better than most people. ”

"For the money, for the future, for the bright future, many outlaws are fighting hard, otherwise how do you think those murders in the city appeared. The merchant then shook his head.

"But I still think you're unusual, because it's not just anyone who can tease me without revealing any flaws," Alan said. ”

"That's right," said the merchant this time, nodding his head and solemnly, "I'm proud of that." ”

Although his words felt like a joke, his expression was still not too vibrant, and with the gray beard and wrinkles on his face, he looked like an old man who was about to die.

Alan sighed helplessly

"You're only in your fifties, aren't you?"

"Fifty-three years old, to be exact. The merchant shook the beard on his face: "I have been a bachelor all my life, I am afraid that my family will drag me down, but in the end I still have nothing to do, I am homeless and unemployed, and I can only hope that the next generation will fight for the next generation to revitalize the Kleist family;

"I really don't believe it. Alan rolled his eyes: "A major life event that can be solved with a silver coin, and you have dragged it out for more than fifty years?"

"About forty years, to be exact. The merchant glared and retorted, "I can't have been born into a prostitute." ”

"Okay, I made a mistake, but it doesn't matter" Alan waved his hand: "Forty years is long enough, you are like saying that you have never liked the opposite sex in forty years, how can it be? unless you are..."

"There is a tradition in aristocratic families," the merchant looked at Alan helplessly, and said something else: "I don't think you should know that as a nobleman, you can't just sow seeds. ”

"But that's the rule of aristocracy. Alan pouted, "And not many people followed." ”

"Yes, the family is in decline, and I am no longer a nobleman," the merchant said inexplicably, pointing around: "But that's just material, do you see the environment here, I am strict with myself every day as a real nobleman, including neatly dressed, including continuous learning, and not being able to sow seeds casually." ”

He said: "Everyone in the family gave up on restoring their former glory, but I didn't give up because I knew that if I gave up on myself, it would be really hopeless." ”