On a remote street in Ortlenburg, there is a small tavern. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info tavern doesn't have an exact name, many people just call it tavern. There's a bartender in the tavern who looks like you owe him dozens of gold coins, and he doesn't smile even when the guest waves the silver coin. There is also a boss who never takes care of things, only comes here on the fifteenth day of the month and at the end of the month, and leaves quickly after taking the money, never communicating with people.

What's even more surprising about this tavern is that the price of all the drinks is three to five percent more expensive than the other taverns, and the bartender's statement is that they only sell real wine, not wine mixed with water.

The high cost discourages many consumers, although there are always one or two people who will ignore these prices, and most of them want to be quiet.

A man in a trench coat pushed the door open, wearing a wide-brimmed round hat with a wide and long brim that just covered his face. The bell hanging in the doorway rang, and only two of the twenty or so tables in the entire hall had guests. He glanced at it, raised his feet and walked towards the side door, behind which there was a flight of stairs leading up to the second floor. There are several separate rooms on the second floor, which are quieter and less disturbing than the first floor.

He was a regular customer, and the bartender didn't stop him, but the guest sitting in the hall looked at the man with his head and tail hiding with some curiosity and entered the side door, "Ex, what does that guy do?"

The bartender known as Ex looked at the guest with a cold face, "It's none of your business, don't make trouble for yourself." The blunt tone really makes it difficult to keep calm, and the tone of the mouth is offended.

The guest frowned, looking displeased. In fact, he was a regular customer here, and he worked as a guard at a merchant's estate, earning about twelve silver coins a month, and it was not unacceptable to spend ten or twenty copper coins for an extra meal here. The environment here is very good, there are not so many drunks and drunkards who want to drink for one or two coppers, the quiet environment can make people relax, and the high price also makes this place seem very classy and tasteful, he likes it very much.

But he definitely didn't like the bartender, and the bartender never treated him as a guest, but gave him the illusion that he wanted to chase people away anytime and anywhere, "If you do this, sooner or later you will close the business." He took the wine glass and drank it down, giving his companion a look, and the companion also solved the wine in the glass and stood up.

Ex's lack of cooperation made him lose face in front of his companions, and he had already drunk some alcohol, and under the influence of alcohol, he had obviously become a little unable to control himself, and impulsively threw off the reins of reason and began to run wildly.

"Do I owe you money?", he stood outside the bar, staring at Ex, the drunkenness on his face making him a little confused. He stumbled suddenly, and out of animal instinct, he held on to the bar, panting, "I don't owe you money, do I?"

Ex glanced at him and shook his head, "No." ”

"But I think I owe you money, and a lot of money!", the hideousness and ferocity on his face did not frighten Ex.

Ex smiled for the first time, but regrettably a mockery, "You've drunk too much, it's time to go back and rest." Ackes glanced at the dark sky outside the door and retracted his gaze, "Even Master Cooper can't escape death, so why do you want to break the rules of Ortlenburg?"

This sentence made the drinker feel excited. His body shuddered violently, his eyes cleared up a lot, and a look of flinch appeared on his companion's face. Indeed, neither Cooper nor Richard could escape death, so why could the two of them ignore the rules of Ortlenburg?

The drinker squeezed out a smile, took out a handful of copper coins and slapped them on the table, and the two of them walked out of the place with their arms in their arms. The bartender swept the copper coins and threw them into the cash box indifferently.

On the second floor, the guy with his head and tail went into a private room, took off his hat and trench coat, rubbed his hands together and sat down on a chair by the door. He looked around, and there were already four people sitting at the table, "It's a little late, something happened at home, my son was fighting with someone else." ”

He was one of the masterminds of the Balatan massacre in Andorra.

They were terrified for a long time after being "kidnapped" by Wren and coming to Ortlenburg, and were relieved when they found out that Wren had no intention of moving them. Although in the process, Richard took a lot of money from them under the pretext of "building his own home", they did not mind in the slightest. If spending a little money can avoid disaster, it is obviously a very good deal.

In Balatan, almost half of the wealth plundered by the Self-Help Society went into the pockets of these people, especially Andorra, who alone took nearly 20%. The money was not so easy to get, and what they did aroused the anger and hostility of other workers, many of whom in Tulum were clamoring to cut off their heads and avenge the tens of thousands of workers who had died. Fortunately, this is Ortlenburg, the territory of Rennes, and no one dares to mess around on the territory of this bloody butcher.

"Recently, the wind has changed a bit, and I don't think it's a good thing, we can't be reactive anymore. Andorra took a sip of a glass of wine from his former colleague beside him. "Wren is definitely a mean man, Cooper and Richard have done so much for him, he said kill and kill, let alone people like us? ”

Andorra said earnestly: "We should think about a way out." ”

Andorra has not been able to live a normal life for a long time, because in the deepest part of his heart, there is always a shadow that lingers. This shadow haunted him, and even eating and sleeping made him unable to rest at peace. This kind of life of being coerced, controlled by others, and not even being able to control your own life is really too torturous. If it weren't for Wren's people staring at him more closely, he might have run away a long time ago.

"What are you going to do?", the first person in the room to speak was about the same age as Andorra, in his forties and fifties, Andorra, as the president of the Self-Salvation Association, had the highest status in their small group.

Andorra cupped his forehead and thought for a moment, "Find a way to leave Ortrenburg first, and then it will be easy to operate outside the city." My idea is to get a bunch of reliable people out of the city and lurk in them, and then let them make peace with us when we get out of Ortlenburg when we find an opportunity. We went to Byron as soon as we cut off Wren's eyeliner, and as soon as we crossed the pass and entered the Weimar corridor, Wren had nothing to do with us. ”

"But how do we get out of Ortlenburg, and how do we get over the barrier?", someone asked the point.

As very special "guests", they are obviously not the kind of people who can leave at will, and no one dares to let them leave the city without the order of Wren or other adults. In addition, if you want to cross the pass and enter the Weimar Corridor, you also need to have a document to release it.

Andorra took a sip of his wine glass and placed it heavily on the table, "I'll take care of this, and what we need to do now is to think about how to get out of the city first." ”

Someone wanted to speak and stopped, but under the gaze of others, he still said, "I think...... It doesn't have to be left. As long as we don't make mistakes, Wren won't be able to kill us easily. Cooper and Richard were indeed killed by Wren, but that was also their mistake. Wren is a very well-behaved person, as long as he doesn't violate his rules, he won't mess with his subordinates. After staying in Ortlenburg for so long, have you ever heard of Rennes' indiscriminate killings?"

This is also true, and immediately there was a subtle change in someone's eyes. Wouldn't it be better not to go against a guy like Wren, and honestly enjoy their old age here? The wealth that Balatan plundered was enough for them and their children and their grandchildren and great-grandchildren to squander. Moreover, the city is becoming more and more prosperous, and it is destined to become a big city in the future, so it is actually a good thing to live here in peace.

Andorra was left with only disappointment in his heart, he smiled, and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, "Let's discuss it again, I have to go back, I am afraid that those wild dogs will find something if I disappear for too long." He nodded to a few people, got up and dressed himself and left quickly.

Wild dogs, as they call those who are watching, are always surrounded by people circling them. It can be understood as protecting their safety, or it can be understood as monitoring their every move. When they first arrived in Ortlenburg, these stalkers were around him almost twenty-four hours a day, making sure he was in control at all times. After more than half a year has passed, the intensity of monitoring and control has also decreased a lot, which has given him such an opportunity to find time to meet with these people in private.

Walk down the stairs, nod to the bartender at the bar, and push the door open. Suddenly, a cold wind hit him, making him shrink his neck.

In the window seats of a small restaurant across the street, two people who were drinking hot soup and eating lunch bags suddenly put down their knives and forks and stood up. These are the wild dogs in his mouth, the ones who are specifically responsible for stalking.

Andorra sneered, tightened his clothes, lowered the brim of his hat, and disappeared into the cold and windy streets with his head down.

It was getting darker and darker, and the streets of Ortlenburg began to light up, illuminating the streets of the whole city, and there were some places that were still shrouded in darkness.