The fairs on the prairie generally only last until the afternoon. There are no walls and no houses made of wood and stone, and even if the low yurts are lit and hung with curtains, they often give people a dark and cold feeling. The cold meant depression, the gloom was dangerous, and by the time the sun went down, most of the shops had already packed up their stalls and returned to their quarters.

But things in the world are like this, there are businesses that can be done during the day and are not good at night, and there will be deals that can be done at night and are not easy to do during the day. Therefore, although the night market is no longer full of people, the sounds of those who know the soo are as alive as the chirping of insects and the low chirping of night owls.

Of course, it is life, and however dirty and filthy the transactions made in this darkness may be, and the desires of man, which are not driven by the instincts of living beings?

This kind of person has different names in different places, and intelligence dealers or intelligence traffickers are only their broadest names, in fact, depending on the situation and culture of the region, each region has different rules and business scopes. And these limitations themselves may be the reason why this profession is really counted as a separate profession.

Because the more you know what others don't know, the more you have to take the corresponding risks, and sometimes, lies can be more powerful than the truth. If a person with information cannot control his own heart, confuses the public with the information he sells, and deliberately misleads his guests to think in the wrong direction, he loses the ground on which he stands. However, this kind of thing is inevitable.

"People will lie for their own interests, people will lie for the greater good, people will lie for the sake of not losing their interests. But more often than not, people themselves don't realize he's lying. This is how Cheese explained why he had gone with him to the room with the orange number on it.

"A person's position, self-aware and unself-aware, becomes the cause and justification for unintentional lying. In the same way, the people who accept these messages with implicit positions also have their own positions, and they unconsciously lie to themselves when they interpret them. In this way, no words can be trusted, no words can be seen. All information is a lie, and all messages are distorted. Unless, someone can realize this, and think outside the box, reorganize all the information, and deduce a vague thing with a comparison between the more credible and the less credible. That's the truth of what we're talking about. ”

"What do you mean by that?" asked Lothar with a confused look on his face. The Count shrugged, "I guess he's afraid you've been deceived." ”

By the time Lothar took the candlestick and brought the three of them to the yurt with the help of memory, there was no fire in the yurt. This usually means that the owner of the room has rested, and it is possible that he did not live here in the first place. The Count turned his head slightly, raised his eyebrows and questioned the other two, who seemed to be out of luck tonight. Nuisa didn't seem to want to give up just like that, and she pointed to the entrance to the yurt with her finger, motioning to go straight in.

But Lothar was not her subordinate, and the daughter of the wolf lord could not command him, so the decision on this matter was still in the hands of the mage. Cheese looked at the yurt in silence, and honestly, he didn't like the group of intelligence merchants, because in the case of the blue lion, he was quite uncomfortable with a being who could no longer be defined as an intelligence merchant but always regarded himself as such. But the more uncomfortable he is, the less comfortable he is about handing over the opportunity to deal with this kind of person to others.

"Do you still have silver ornaments, or coins and jewels like that?" Putting aside the so-called rules that seem mysterious and ambiguous to outsiders, the most essential relationship between the two is that of the seller and the buyer, so the interests, especially the substantive monetary interests, are the most solid relationship between them. You can have an infinite number of rules and starry rumors to prove the means and abilities of an intelligence merchant, but your existence as a merchant means that you need to make money with intelligence.

Nuisa nodded, reached into the hem of her garment, tore a string from her neck with a slight force, and pulled out a pendant adorned with red gems and crushed cyan gems. Gemstones, on the prairie, are not as valuable as anywhere else, because without a clever cut, no matter how perfect the rough stone is, it will not be able to show that dazzling brilliance.

The pendant in Nuisa's hand was different, it was clearly from the civilized area outside the grassland, and the red gemstone the size of a fingernail was meticulously cut, not only was every edge and corner highly symmetrical, even if it was just the candle flame in the earl's hand, it could make it shine like a flame inside. And this sparkle is characteristic of the natural magic of the gemstone itself.

The gray robe looked at the daughter of the wolf lord with a questioning gaze, he was not questioning the value of this pendant, on the contrary, he felt that the value of this pendant was too high. Such rough stones and such craftsmanship can be exchanged for considerable wealth wherever you go. In other words, even if Nuisa gave up her position in the clan, she would be able to sustain herself anywhere with this pendant alone, and it would probably be quite good. It's not a wise choice to bet yourself on your back for some information here.

But the value of things is determined by their measurement, in different contexts, a mountain of gold may not be as good as a steamed bun, and the incomparably precious life will be erased like a figure for the sake of the future of the survival of the race. Nuisa held the right to measure value, her eyes were determined, and she had no attachment to the treasure in her hand.

So Cheese could only nod and let Lothar take the pendant and place it by the candle flame, so that the light of the gem could be more prominently emanated. Sure enough, within a few seconds, the curtain of the yurt door was lifted from the inside, revealing an anxious face, and he whispered, "Are you crazy? Use this gem as a mirror? Its light is enough to make all the robbers within eight hundred miles rush to it! Come in, come in!"

The Count grabbed the pendant in his hand with his backhand, and the light disappeared. He noticed the disappointment and greed in the eyes on that face when the gem was obscured, which showed that their price was sufficient, and the question was how much valuable information they could get in exchange for that great price.