"Miss, you really know how to do it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" The merchant seemed to be full of appreciation: "Fortunately, I will be lucky." ”

"No need to be a sycophant...... After all, I just happened to understand. Beverly narrowed her eyes, "It's you." Is it okay for you to be honest just to take a superficial meaning?"

"No, it's just that I walk the talk. The merchant looked sly: "In this way, it can be said that I have not broken my oath......"

"This ...... What are you talking about?" Salander couldn't understand the direction of the conversation between the two men, "She didn't answer Miss Beverly's question." ”

"It's already been answered. Beverly still gave Salander a head and said with a smile, "Didn't you notice?" he touched the middle finger of the golden hand. ”

"Meaning......" Salander seemed to understand a little, "does he want to give your ancestor a middle finger - wow, it hurts!"

The strength in Beverly's hand suddenly increased, causing Aya to tremble from the pain: "I...... Why did I make you angry?"

"My sister isn't angry. Still smiling, Beverly continued to slow down and comb her hair: "Just remember it." His action was a representation of information stolen from the guild. ”

"Huh? Salander frustrated: "I thought it was just an ordinary movement. ”

"No, it's not an ordinary action. Because it means to know from the organization to which it belongs. Beverly replied with a smile: "Remember this, it will help you." Indeed, few people can understand, especially when he is touching the gold hand pendant instead of his own. ”

At the same time, Beverly narrowed her eyes and began to think about a plan in her heart.

That's right, Beverly didn't suddenly feel heavy on her hands because Salander misunderstood, but she sensed something was wrong.

She felt some strange and unfamiliar magical fluctuation appear upstairs, accompanied by the faint sound of footsteps.

Someone went upstairs and eavesdropped on us.

What's going on? Also the hooded man? I don't know.

But Beverly has a plan that doesn't really work, but it works.

She glanced at the merchant and decided to use him to get information about someone on it. Because the guy seemed to be in the merchant's room—when he went upstairs to fetch the gem chest, Beverly took the trouble of remembering the location of his room.

"That means that......" Salander was surprised: "That...... The result of your discussion is ......"

"When will your plan begin?" Beverly asked the merchant lightly, ignoring Salander's question.

"Ah, of course the sooner the better. The merchant immediately accosted him positively: "If I can, I can leave tomorrow morning." ”

He looked energetic and completely ready to make a lot of money. And this guy still has a little nervousness that he wants to hide by smiling, but it seems to be ineffective, because Beverly can see through the anxiety in his heart: this guy is not at all as easy as he seems, but extremely anxious: it must be afraid that the plan will be ruined.

"But ......," Salander hesitated, "I don't know if it's appropriate or not." ”

"Wait. Beverly squinted her eyes and suddenly said, "You're going to make it hard for me to do this." Salander: We have more important things to do in the past two days. ”

"I see. The merchant seemed extremely frustrated: "But please settle it as soon as possible...... By the way, I see that the two of you seem to have known each other for a long time, so can you reveal what you are going to do in the past few days?"

Just before saying this, Beverly secretly lifted the mute barrier and deliberately lowered her voice: "I won't tell you." ”

"You're not going to release my pigeon, are you? Unbeknownst to him, the merchant continued to reluctantly attempt to inquire.

"Hmm...... All right. Since you're so insistent, I'll tell you. Beverly also pretended not to know anything she was aware of, and probably raised her voice slightly, "Actually, we are ......"

After a slight pause, Beverly leaned slightly closer to the merchant and whispered in a tone that only the two of them could hear, "...... If you want to come here to find an acquaintance, it will be done in a few days. Because he may have discovered it in advance and there were no surprises, so please keep it a secret. ”

"Oh, I see. The merchant who had been used as a gunman still didn't know anything, and showed a polite smile on his face: "I understand." It will definitely be kept secret. ”

However, this reaction is suspicious enough to outsiders.

"Well, there shouldn't be anything to ask, so I'll go back and get ready. When the merchant had asked this, he rubbed his hands together excitedly and walked up the stairs. Beverly, on the other hand, watched him leave, caught up in anticipation of what she had guessed had happened.

There must be someone waiting for him up there...... I must be right.

Switch to the merchant's side. No sooner had he stepped into the door and closed it than suddenly a man burst out from behind the door and slammed the knife against his neck. The merchant was startled and was gagged just as he wanted to shout.

"You seem to have talked to that woman about something very interesting......" The kidnapper wore the bronze mask of the Black Mist Blood Cult and wore a dark red coat, and his tone was extremely vicious: "Damn woman, you actually put a silent enchantment, but it's a pity that you didn't notice that the small transparent enchantment will not have white to remind you if the enchantment is still there...... What did you just talk about?"

"I—We're just talking very ordinary!" the merchant was terrified: "Are you...... I want money, right?!I can—"

"Shut up, money doesn't mean anything at all. With a snort, the hijacker, who had clearly misunderstood because he had only heard the last few words, was completely impatient: "Tell me all your conversations honestly!"

"We ...... It's just talking about the business opportunities arising from the exchange rate of currencies and the alternation of old and new currencies. The merchant hurriedly exclaimed, "There really is nothing else!"

"Still trying to quibble?" the man snorted, grabbed the merchant and threw him directly on the bed, and then flung the dagger to his side, hitting the sheet on the side of the merchant's throat, grazing it slightly around its neck. Just as the merchant turned pale with fright from the blood flowing from his neck, he grabbed the dagger, slammed it into the merchant's head viciously, lowered his voice, and exclaimed impatiently, "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you...... Tell me directly, what is the purpose of that woman's here? I'm not interested in killing you, but if you do any tricks, it's a different matter. ”

"What...... What purpose?" the merchant seemed to be frightened: "That's it...... She said she was coming here to meet a friend. ”