Buying some eggs is a trivial thing to do. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info didn't know how much to buy - he was so happy at the time that he forgot to ask - but the eggs were not expensive, so he bought thirty for one copper plate and bought a basket.

The fat boss of the fireplace hotel saw Zhao Mai and waved hello warmly. The two of them see each other every day, once for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and when they go in and out of the hotel, they can be regarded as having established a neighborly relationship.

"What's wrong with you, buying so many eggs? Don't you think my eggs here are not delicious?"

"It's not about taste, it's just doing people a favor. Zhao Mai even guessed and answered the boss's question.

After a few words of greeting, Zhao Mai climbed up the stairs. The reserve nose sniffed in the air, and suddenly he shouted, and then rushed up. Zhao Mai casually put down the egg, drew out the short sword and followed.

The door to the room was open, and the room was full of signs of rummaging through the cabinets. Reserve grain quickly checked every corner, and Zhao Mai directly lifted the bed. The bag of fine salt that had been placed under the bed was gone.

Obviously, this is a thief. The price of fine salt is very high, but the cost is actually pitiful, and Zhao Mai's loss is not large. The things of real value were his cell phone, car keys, Destiny Coins, and a lingua franca dictionary, which he always carried with him.

The first object of suspicion is "Mad Mouse" Green. I just mentioned the day before yesterday that if I want to sell something, I still need to get rid of it through the way of "can't be traced". It's easy to think of it as some kind of "swag", anyway, it's a good thing with a small size and high value.

For more than two weeks, Green came every day, busy into the night, and had no trouble figuring out the situation. Even if he hadn't found the salt under the bed before, after Zhao Mai asked that question, maybe he would find it himself. There was nothing left in the room except for this bag of salt, and not even the axe on the table was stolen, which is very telling.

But why did he turn it into such a mess, instead of taking it secretly? From the daily contact, it can be seen that Green is a very intelligent man, and he does not show a greedy character. If he has his eye on this bag of salt......

Forget it, don't speculate what he will do, the problem now is that Zhao Mai needs to decide what to do.

"Ah Liang, come here, smell here. There used to be a leather bag of salt here, do you know where it is now?"

Reserve grain pouted and lay on the ground, sniffed around the bottom of the bed, and then raised his head and excitedly "snorted" twice. Zhao Mai followed behind it, watching the puppy sniff and walk. As he passed downstairs, he said to the fat boss, "There are thieves who have stolen my things from the room. I feel that you are also partly responsible for getting my stuff back. ”

The fat boss was visibly stunned for a moment, and there was obvious annoyance on his face. He immediately put down what he was holding, wiped his hands on his apron, and ran to the second floor with a bang.

Zhao Mai doesn't need to follow the fat boss up, like this kind of thing, the well-traveled tavern owner will be more comfortable to deal with than Zhao Mai. Mr. Druid now wanted to know who had done it to him, so that he could take the next step.

Grain reserves were constantly moving along the streets, through the alleys, farther and farther away from the center of the town. The people here have more suspicion and caution in their eyes, and they are not very welcome to the sudden appearance of a man and a dog. Zhao Mai has always paid attention to the surrounding environment, assessing the identity and ability of the people around him, and is ready to respond to emergencies at any time.

The main roads of Nebo Town are clean and tidy, people come and go in broad daylight, and the adventurers registered by the guild are always keeping an eye on those who might cause trouble, ready to earn a bounty or something. Naturally, it is safe there. But in this dark alley, narrow, dark, and little known, no matter whether the murderer can be brought to justice afterwards or not, as long as he becomes a victim, it is never a good thing.

When encountering such a place, they passed as soon as possible, and one man and one dog quickly ran through half the town and came to a house with a separate courtyard. Reserve grain signaled, that bag of salt is here, there will be no mistake.

It was a small two-story building with a fireplace, and there may have been a small attic under the pointed roof. Doors and windows are closed, thick curtains block the warm sunlight and peeping sights, and a yard fenced by waist-high rail is planted with some onions and carrots. There were no guard dogs, just a rusty iron sign that read: "Private place, trespassers do their own thing." ”

If you look closely, you can see that there is also a sign like this on the door. Zhao Mai touched the hilt of the sword on his waist and walked around in front of the courtyard gate. He probably understood the other party's thoughts, so he called for the reserve food, and then left directly.

The three spies of the Iron Claw Guild lowered the curtains and sighed regretfully. "Alright, put everything away, that guy was cautious and didn't come. ”

"Did he spot us?" said a short, sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man with a bow, disappointed, "It stands to reason that he can't sense the breath of a few of us, right?"

The middle-aged man in the lead shook his head: "It shouldn't be, I guess he may be worried that he won't be able to deal with the possible trouble, so he temporarily retreated." He's probably going to go for help, so don't let your guard down, you know?"

"Yes, sir!" replied one of the thieves. "But, sir, I can find this place, that kid's dog is so powerful! I deliberately stepped on a lot of heavy smelling things along the way, and I covered up everything I could!"

"There are always some gifted individuals out there, just like our president. The middle-aged man reprimanded him: "You are still too greedy, you obviously have a task in your body, and you still go to take the sheep by the hand." If we delay the president's affairs, we won't be able to explain it!"

"Can't delay. The shorty man with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks said with a smile: "I heard them say that they wanted to sell something, but I didn't expect it to be a bag of elf alchemy salt, which is thirteen and a half catties, and can be worth more than eight hundred gold coins!"

"Okay, I know what you mean. The middle-aged man said: "Since there are no dead people, simple theft will not attract too much attention from the town, and the risk is controllable." In fact, if that kid comes in recklessly, let's kill him, that's the best situation. This town is really good, as long as you put up a sign that outsiders are not allowed to enter, the intruder will die in vain, I like this rule so much. ”

"Uh, sir, this rule seems to be for thieves......"

"That's right, in case you use it. The middle-aged man smiled slightly, and it was better to separate himself from these thieves. He then said to one of his men leaning against the wall, "Go and see the guy who has been captured, and convince him as soon as possible." What a thief, what kind of thing with a sense of justice, and want to steal our loot back!"

"That person's nickname is Mad Mouse, and he used to be a very famous old man, and anyone who met him would lose wildly. Later, I don't know why I didn't wash my hands dry, and I didn't have anything to do with gambling anymore, so I could be regarded as retreating. The short man said to his companion, "I will go with you to persuade him." If he doesn't cooperate, he wants to eat black. According to the rules, he should be killed with three knives. ”

"Go ahead and do it, and I'll think about the plan. The middle-aged man waved his hand and sent his men busy.