Maffeo arrived at the site where the Ruava had been taken, and the beach may seem unattractive, but as it is adjacent to the port of Ocente, there is still a hint of noise. The guys who sat on the beach fishing www.biquge.info were all unshirkable people, so Maffeo wasn't going to ask them for details about the night the Ruava was taken.

The Imperial Army is now so entrenched in every piece of land in Orcent that Maffeo can no longer enter and exit the South, so it is out of reach to find traces of the Thieves' Guild in that manor. In the end, with a sense of luck, Maffeo tried to find a clue to the place where the Ruava had been taken, although he didn't have much hope in his heart. Even if there were clues, they would have been searched by the Imperial Army.

A few lonely thatched huts stood on the beach, keeping a relative distance from each other, as if they were reluctant to associate with each other. As if imprisoned in their own lives, they will always guard their own small piece of territory.

It was an almost pointless move, and Maffeo simply couldn't find any useful clues here. Luck became the final blow to his disappointment, and Maffeo even began to doubt his purpose in thinking so. Although there were people everywhere who witnessed the upheaval, they were only outsiders after all, and it was impossible to know more about the matter.

But Maffeo didn't want to give up, because Australte had no more clues to find the Thieves' Guild than the manor. He didn't know why he was here, because on the face of it, the Ruava had nothing to do with the Thieves' Guild. Their presence is more akin to the presence of a violent search and arrest group that has come here to spread the word about the apostles, but there is no necessary connection between the two.

Only now did he realize that his investigation had reached a bottleneck, so from the bottom of his heart he wanted to change his goal. Since he couldn't find any trace of the Thieves' Guild, he simply continued to dig up news about the revolutionary army. It's just that he doesn't know why he has always cared about the Thieves' Guild, because subconsciously he has decided that it has something to do with all the riots that have occurred in Orcente.

He began to visit each thatched hut one by one, and when there was no one in it, he knew that the owner of the house was swinging his fishing rod somewhere by the beach. When he visited the third thatched hut, a neat-looking guy finally came out of the house. He was probably the only one who stayed in the thatched hut, after all, there were always people who had no interest in fishing.

"What's the matter, young man?" the owner of the thatched hut didn't have much of a wave, as if Maffeo's visit was within his expectations.

"Just wanted to ask you something. Maffeo said respectfully, and standing in front of him was an old man.

"Ha, since that upheaval, I've been asked about it almost every once in a while. The old man lit his pipe, and he was just another smoker in Osente.

Maffeo paused, a little unresponsive. "Uh...... Yes, I did want to ask for details about that unrest. ”

The old man pointed to the town behind the row of palm trees with his pipe, "It was there that night that they fought, and it was strange that the group of fellows had suddenly begun to break apart and fall apart. ”

Maffeo confirmed that he had heard something extremely important, "What do you mean?"

"They came in a group of people, and then they got into a fight, and then they started fighting each other. I even saw the red-haired man stab his opponent in the heart, and I still feel terrified when I think back to it. Maffeo, the red-haired guy he was talking to, was almost 100 percent sure it was Rose, and he figured he needed to confirm more information. "Do you know anything else?"

"I thought it would have calmed down after that, but the next day there was another commotion, and the group was still coming from where they had been, led by a woman. I have to say, she's in really good shape. The old man smiled in disgust, and Maffeo looked at him with disdain, and he could even guess that it was Natalia. The old man coughed, and he realized that his gaffe could not last long. "Then they started to board the massive monster. God, they killed all the crew members on board. They controlled everything on the ship, and the Imperial Navy tried to catch up with it, but it was too fast, so in the end they lost the monster. ”

"That's all?"

"That's all, that's all I know. But ......" the old man did not continue, but looked with interest at the bulging money bag at Maffeo's waist.

Maffeo curiously followed his gaze to his waist, and then he understood. "I don't think this is the reward you gave me for the information, right?"

"Of course not, it's just that I have one thing. The old man smiled like a profiteer, and he turned and walked into the house. After a while, he walked out with a delicately crafted brooch in his hand. "Look at this. ”

"A brooch, what's wrong?" Maffeo was not interested in the items, but he did notice the name engraved on the brooch: Graf.

"This is what I found from the guy who was killed by the red-haired man, and I think it's worth a lot. The old man looked at the brooch as if it were a treasure.

Maffeo was now starting to get a little tired of the old man, and he couldn't understand how a frightened fellow would have the audacity to search the body of a dead man and sell what he found for a good price. "Hey, old man, it looks like you're not afraid, or you wouldn't have searched for the body. ”

"Money can dispel my fears. The old man was still smiling, and looked at Maffeo expectantly.

"How much do you want?" Maffeo felt he still had to buy the brooch, it was a clue.

"5000 gold coins. ”

"What? are you kidding, old man?" Maffeo didn't expect him to ask for such a high price.

The old man stepped forward and approached Maffeo, trying to explain to him what he thought the brooch should be worth. He babbled a lot of nonsense, from the construction of the brooch to the workmanship, and he actually spoke the truth, except that Maffeo thought he was talking all nonsense, because he really didn't look like a connoisseur. "2000 gold coins, I won't pay more. Maffeo said categorically.

The old man sank his face and took a step back. "I'm not going to budge. ”

"Look, this brooch isn't worth 5,000 gold coins. Maffeo retorted.

"You're the same guy who came to me to find out about the situation, the same poor ghost who wants to know something that doesn't have anything to do with you at all, hell scum. The old man began to spit out some foul language, and Maffeo really wanted to go up and beat him, but he restrained himself. "Damn it......" He finally relented, knowing how difficult it was to get an important clue. He reluctantly handed the 5,000 gold coins to the old man, well, at least he kept his word, and while looking at the gold coins with a satisfied expression, he also handed the brooch to Maffeo's hand.

After getting the brooch, Maffeo didn't want to be with the guy anymore, so he immediately turned and left. "Thanks, young man, what a virtue!" he shouted shamelessly at Maffeo's back.

So Maffeo began to curse quietly, cursing everything. "Damn old profiteers, damn old perverts, damn brooches, damn Graff......"