"It's really old-fashioned," the tall man wiped the beer foam from his lips as he handed out the "gem coin," and then said in a complimenting but mocking manner. His mouthpiece was short, like a taut rope.

The skinny man, however, looked at Namen suspiciously. "How do you know we're going to take Gem Coins?" After a pause, he organized his words before continuing to ask, "This is King's Landing, no one will pay with Gem Coins, we all use King's Landing Money." ”

Namen shrugged his shoulders.

He unhooked the one-bladed axe from the hook on his waist—an act that made the rest of the room nervous, and the guy who had been roasting beef here had a boning knife out of his hand - standing diagonally with the handle of the axe.

"Go ahead?" Namen looked at the skinny man, "you really don't smell anything special when you're running around the tavern and around the city. But when two hourglasses float on the surface of the sea, the sea breeze blows, and the smell of engine oil on your body can't be hidden. It is a grease that is a specialty of the dwarf island, and is usually used to lubricate the gnome's mechanical creations. What's the matter, let me open my eyes?"

The tall man glanced at his companion, he had already reminded the other party not to underestimate the people who were begging for a living in King's Landing. It is a place where goods come from all over the world, and even the most ordinary urbanites have a much higher vision than people from other parts of Ramsay.

The thin man didn't have any expression on his face, and he nodded. "Good insight. As he finished saying this, a "Kara Kala" sound suddenly sounded on his neck. Immediately afterwards, a terrifying scene appeared: the person's "head" and neck were separated, and the round "head" fell directly and smashed on the soft sand.

"That makes sense," Namen muttered, sounding like to hide his consternation. This tone amused the rest of the room, but they all thought it was human. Because they originally had a similar idea when they saw the "skinny man" undisguised.

At this time, the "skinny man" was already scattered into parts. From the pile of burqas on the ground, a dwarf with a big head emerged. "I am Abbrost," said the dwarf solemnly, "son of Darapote, grandson of Alfest, special investigator of the Dwarf Island Foreign Investigation Bureau, and member of the Stim Piety Society. ”

After saying these words, he also glanced at the tall man standing behind him. The man touched his bald head and revealed his true identity to Namen: "I am an electric monk who has been blessed by His Majesty Stim, and I belong to the second order. Please take care of us when we meet for the first time, and hope to cooperate with you in a friendly manner in the future. ”

Namen was noncommittal.

In fact, as the head of diplomacy of the Scales Chamber of Commerce of Eternal Order, as well as an elite spy. This contract demon, who has been completely Leviathanized, actually knows a few more things.

For example, the electric monk used to work in Soft Maple City, a city that disappeared more than a decade ago. At that time, he served as the mayor of Soft Maple City, leading his own mercenary group to provide security for him. Later, the mayor was tricked into becoming a depraved fishman by the Benthic Mobfish Council, and the mercenary leader has not been seen since.

In the aftermath of the War of the Emperorfall, a new sect began to emerge in Ramsay's human kingdom, which worshipped the pygmy gods known as the "gods of virtual games". The priest who developed in human society is called the Electric Monk. And when the mercenary leader reappeared in Ramsey's human society, he actually turned into an electric monk.

Five years ago, the electric monks were active in the city-states of Ramsay, trying to spread the faith of the gods. However, in order for ordinary people to comprehend Stim's teachings, it was necessary to build a temple site called the "Game Hut". At that time, the level of infrastructure construction of Ramsay's city-states was not on par with that of Dwarf Island, so their plan to promote the faith seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.

Their only solution at that time was to enter the territory of the Scales of Eternal Order Chamber of Commerce to spread their faith. Looking at the Ramsay Plane, only a large trading city like King's Landing can mobilize enough resources to build a "game hut".

However, the Electric Monks were unable to enter the trading city at all. Although the Scales of the Eternal Order did not explicitly prohibit the Electro Monks from proselytizing, they did impose heavy taxes on the "Game Huts" that had to be operated for a fee (as the "god of virtual games", the priesthood restricted his actions, and he had to promote games for profit).

What is even more outrageous is that in addition to the collection of business tax, the city security office actually charges various security management fees to these "game houses".

In addition, even if the electric monk wants to lose money on the business, such "game huts" must comply with a variety of management regulations, such as "minors are not allowed to enter", "no more than one hourglass hour for single person to play", and "the games provided by the venue must be audited".

In other words, even if they opened a "game house", they would not be able to spread the teachings quickly.

Because the administrators of King's Landing did not propose to ban the "virtual game", nor did they nominally oppose the "God of Virtual Games", and the strength of the Scales Chamber of Commerce of the Eternal Order is obvious to all, the backstage of the Electric Monks and the Temple of Stim on Dwarf Island have no way to attack them by force.

The most they have done in recent years has been to send negotiators to protest. But if protest is effective, how can there be such a thing as violence in the metaverse?

If you hit a wall a lot, even if your head is iron, it will be a little enlightened. No, the spies buried in the Eternal Order Scales Chamber of Commerce on Dwarf Island recently sent back a piece of news: Dwarf Island secretly sent a small team to King's Landing, but they were not there to negotiate or carry out any assassination activities, but there were other unknown actions.

As a result, Namon, who had perfectly inherited the talent of contract magic trapping, quickly sorted out dozens of conspiracies and tricks that the gnomes might want to implement. After assessing the risks, he decided to take the initiative and break into the enemy's interior to steal more information.

So, today there is that farce in the "Devil's Stomach" tavern. The actor who cooperated with Namen, Kulian, was the beast "Bitter Face" who was first discovered by Quest in the gladiatorial arena of Tuka City in the Ash World, and was later brought as a mascot to the alliance of polar bears in the island world because of his pleasing appearance.

Of course, this is only the first of various "fishing" scripts. But what Namen didn't expect was that their first acting would arouse the interest of those guys. He couldn't help but guess that those people were so careless now probably because they had encountered some intractable difficulties in the implementation of their plan, and they were eager to find a way to break the situation.