Lynx, Lothar later went to the parties to inquire about this man. And the one who contributed the most was his own brother, the owner of the food store, Jimmy, which sounded somewhat unreasonable, because how could the elder brother be so active in telling outsiders about his brother's information? Unless, this information could not affect the lynx at all. People in this world probably don't like to have their own things known too much by others, and as for how to count too much and how to count too much, this boundary varies from person to person. But there are people in this world who don't care about their own affairs, even if everything they have done since childhood is clearly known, it doesn't matter, and Lynx is such a person. Only such a person can become a qualified broker, a businessman without weaknesses, and coincidentally, what Bobcat sells is intelligence, information about all kinds of people and things.

"Before you start, based on my experience, I need to give you some advice. This will allow us to do business faster, and secondly, it will also remind you that you will not be as stupid as the silver skeleton people last time. The lynx said, rubbing his fingers on the glass. Judging from his mention of the Silver Skull, he must have gradually remembered the last time he met Lothar, "This first point is that I only sell what I know, and I don't talk about speculation and conjecture. And in what I know, I only sell results. I don't think the cause or the process of what happened. So if you want to ask me about witches or the people on any ship, you don't have to, you might as well ask the bards. ”

"The second point is not to think too much of me. My restriction is not that I really know the secrets of witches and accurate personal information, but the boundaries I have set to keep myself safe, and there are many things outside the boundaries that I don't know. And there are very few things that can be sold as commodities by me. If you're disappointed, it's too late to go, or I'll have to order a second drink. The thin man laughed, as if to drive Lothar away.

The Earl, of course, had no intention of leaving. Speaking of intelligence merchants, it is not the first time that Lothar has seen him, as early as when he led the army to fight in the blue lion, he has always attached great importance to the collection of intelligence, and he has seen at least double-digit amount of large and small intelligence dealers. Naturally, some of them were just indiscriminate, and there were even spies sent by the enemy to spread false news, and over time, Lothar himself had a set of criteria for identifying whether the source of intelligence was credible. Based on this set of standards, he was quite satisfied with the "professional level" shown by Bobcat at this time.

"As long as you don't get drunk after the second drink, of course. Lothar shrugged, "But I didn't make a deal with you this time to ask questions. ”

"Oh?" said the lynx, who was about to raise his hand to ask the maid for another glass of ale, when he heard this and put his hand back again, "Then you have to tell me what you want to do, I'm afraid it's beyond my ability." ”

"No, no, what I want you to do, you must be able to do it. The Count leaned forward a little, "I would like to ask you to accompany me in the play." ”

"I don't know how to act, you'll have to find those actors, but who are the actors going to come here?" the lynx slumped back in his chair, hiding the top half of his face in the shadows.

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse, it's not too late to listen to me talk to you about things before making a decision. Lothar said. In fact, his original intention was to ask Bobcat to introduce a candidate who could be used as an agent to buy Fioni. But in a few words, it dawned on the Earl that the Lynx's status as an intelligence dealer made him more suitable for the task than anyone else. Everyone will know that Bobcat was instructed to buy the Kraken, but everyone will also know that it is not easy for a reputable intelligence dealer to ask for information about his employer.

The "clang" glass landed on the table, and this was already the third empty glass in front of the bobcat. The man reached out and put a piece of jerky in his mouth, his half-closed eyes as if he was already drunk. From the earl's point of view, this guy is still very conscious, and the movement of his upper body as if he is drunk is just a kind of performance to relax his guard.

"Hiccup!" the intelligence dealer burped and smacked his mouth a few times, "Tarantula, right? It's not that I can't do what you're saying, it's even very easy to do." As long as you give me enough money, I still have some friendship with that guy who sells people. But while that question might cross the red line, I still have to ask, you know, normally we don't ask that much. But the situation is anything but normal. As he spoke, the man pointed his finger at Lothar, "You have to tell me who you are with." ”

"Is that important?" said the Earl, who could tell the Lynx that something was wrong, for the question of who to join forces with meant that there were at least two opposing forces here. And this is not going to be a matter of state between individual captains, but more like saying that there is some kind of faction in Heartless Bay.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter if you tell you, if you asked this question before this tsunami, I would say it doesn't matter at all. Because at that time, there was only one kind of bird that could fly in the Heartless Bay, the crow. But now the situation is different, and although there is no evidence, seagulls can be seen on the pier, and even some of the older birds are faintly visible. So I must ask you what kind of bird is hovering over your head. And based on your answers, I can say whether I am willing to make this deal or not. The bobcat grinned, the index finger of his right hand drawing circles in the air.

Lothar was silent for a moment, he vaguely understood what the other party meant, but some of the content was still uncertain. But after weighing it for a moment, he said, "There is only the sun above my head, and there are no birds. The sun, on the other hand, will not be involved in the strife of birds. ”

"The sun? I don't think so. The informant shook his head and pointed to the collarbone that Lothar's collar was not covered, which had a faint tattoo-like pattern on it, "There's a legend on the Black Arrow about a guy who had the Poseidon's Cord on his body but didn't die. So, instead of the sun, you're looking for a storm. Storms that can kill all seabirds. ”

The count's face turned ugly, and the lynx suddenly laughed, and slapped the table with a prank-struck expression, "You ought to look at the look on your face now." Don't worry, I just told a joke, and I took this list. See you here tomorrow at noon. ”