The next morning, Fed arrived at the tavern outside the arena as promised, but the tavern was not open at all, so he had to wait outside the door.

At this time, the closed window of the tavern was opened by a person, and it turned out to be the middle-aged fat man who was outside the Honor Arena yesterday and wanted to win over Feder to become a gladiator.

"Oh, are you the guy Manle was waiting for? The fat man almost poured out of the window when he pushed open the window, and his mouth was full of wine, and at first glance he had drunk all night, and now he was so drunk that he forgot even the Fielder he had seen yesterday.

"Manle asked me to come here and wait for him. "Feder is still dressed in black plate armor, and walking in the City of Honor is actually very eye-catching.

The fat middle-aged man's face flushed, and he closed the window, and it was a long time before he opened the tavern door. However, after opening the door, the fat man turned his back to Field, looked at the store and said, "Welcome to the Gladiator's Tavern, I'm the boss, come in." With that, he turned his back to the door, pushed his hands back, and closed the tavern door again.

That's one of the reasons why Feder hates drinking - drunk guys have the IQ of a pig.

Fed pushed open the unlocked wooden door, and the fat boss was already lying to the side, snorting and falling asleep. He had to find a table and sit down, and he was the only one who waited.

After about half an hour, Manle pushed open the door and walked in, but he just glanced at the tavernkeeper who was snoring like thunder, closed the tavern door, and walked straight to Fed.

"Hello Fidel Torres, I'm Archon Manle. Manle stretched out his right hand and half-bent down, looking very polite.

"You know my last name. ”

"Of course, I also know that you are Faulkner's son and Evan's nephew. "There was only a little light coming in through the windows in the tavern, but in this gloomy environment, the two sides could still see each other.

"So what you're here for?"

"Of course, I hope to cooperate with you," Manle got straight to the point and directly pointed out Feide's identity. Even Coth only knew that Fed and Evan were related, and the Archon knew Fett's origins, "I'm an old friend of your father and uncle, and although we are our own masters, we don't know each other. Manle was there talking.

"I don't want to talk about my father, uncle, and they have been with me since I left Sahlins. ”

Manle's sharpened features are stretched longer by the dim light, as if a portrait sketched with countless straight lines. "Of course you can, but I think you, as a descendant of a ** de facto figure, must have an extraordinary mission to come to the capital of our Marvil Republic, right?" he kept talking with a friendly smile, like a shopkeeper selling things, constantly smiling and selling his own things.

Fei De began to suspect that the other party already knew that he was here for the moon shield, "Maybe the extraordinary in your eyes is actually a very ordinary thing for me. ”

"Let's put it this way, judging from your experience of joining the Moon Shield Mercenary Regiment, then becoming the squad leader, and killing James with your own hands, it seems that you are only chasing honor or money," Manle said quickly, neatly and neatly, "but you can get these things in Sahlins, so I don't want to guess what you're behind it." ”

"So what exactly do you want to do?"

"As long as you help me kill Andre!" "Manle's long face suddenly leaned forward, pulling his nose sharper and longer under the reflection of the faint light, "No matter what method you use, but he must die naturally, no one will suspect you, then naturally no one will suspect me." ”

Hearing this, Fed's heart was already full of doubts. Alain had said that he was an old friend with this consul, and that he had been taking care of the mercenaries in the country, and then he even proposed to assassinate Andre himself, the young leader of the Moon Shield Mercenary Regiment who had just made great contributions to the Republic.

"Why are you looking for me?" Fed asked more questions today than he had in the previous month.

Man Le took off the golden ring of the Archon on his finger and put it on his other hand and said, "No, no, it's not just you, it's just that the others I found haven't succeeded," he turned his head to look at the tavern owner who was lying on the ground with his face up and drooling from the corners of his mouth, "As for who it is, I won't say who it is, although you have just joined the Moon Shield Mercenary Regiment, but you have the trust of Andre, I believe you can." ”

"What if I don't do what you tell me?"

"Oh, no, no, it's not my orders, we're working together!" Manle shook his head, the corners of his mouth showing an ambiguous smile similar to Andrei's, "You're also good." ”

"Benefits?"

"Yes, you go and kill him, and then you won't be killed by me. Man Le didn't hesitate at all when he said this, but the muscles on his face tensed for a moment, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

Fide began to consider Andrei's previous warning against getting involved in the political factional struggle within the Republic, but he didn't expect the consul to want Andrei's life. But what's the point of pretending to promise him now? Anyway, no one knows what will turn out in the future, and Andrei is not the person I want to protect. Thinking of this, Fei De began to think about his relationship with Andre, but he didn't really have a deep friendship - to put it mildly, they were just using each other.

"You're threatening me. Feyder's face remained unchanged, as if he had been talking to a stranger.

"I like the tone of your affirmative sentence," Manle said with a smile, "and we don't seem to need to discuss it anymore." He stood up, walked over to the fat man, and kicked him with his foot, and the fat man sat up slowly, but lay down again at once.

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to give you a little time to think about it, so be it, and you'll tell me your answer when we're done dealing with the prince of the Winter Kingdom," Manle said and walked out the door, "By the way, I'll tell you the bad news, that life weapon, the Moon Shield, is not in Russell's hands, really." ”

After saying that, Manle left the tavern directly, leaving only Fed, who had fallen into a myth.

The Archon Manle, who represents the mercenary interests in the Republic of Marvier, found someone to kill Andre, and he found more than one, and the motive was not clear. Manle was well aware of his origins, but he didn't care, wondering if he knew that Keth was the daughter of the Grand Duke of the Duchy of Dlaman. Thinking of this, Feder began to suspect that someone had been watching him all along, at least since the ship from Sahlins.

If the life weapon Moon Shield is really not in the hands of the former head of the regiment, Russell, then the agreement between himself and Andre will become meaningless. I am not interested in Russell's life and death, and the power weapon that makes me a little interested, the moon shield, may not be in the possession of the wielder. Fidel closed his eyes as he thought about it, and the contact with Manle made him feel more confused than ever.

Fidel sat there until noon. The tavernkeeper had woken up from his drunkenness, apparently by a waiter who had come to work.

At this time, a few drinkers sat at the table next to Field, and talked loudly.

"I heard that someone sneaked into the prison last night to get in touch with that Prince Jack. ”

"Yes, but I've been arrested, and tomorrow the intruder and infiltrator will be tried, and it seems to be a public trial outside the Senate. ”

"Then we can go and see it together, and it is clear that someone is unwilling to rescue him. ”

"It is better for such a cruel prince to be put to death. ”

"It wouldn't be nice to change a few cities, hehe. ”