The Syndicate is a robber, sometimes a bandit, sometimes a pirate, sometimes a bit of smuggling, and sometimes helping some big people who don't want to reveal their identities doing things that are not suitable for people to know. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He doesn't care what he does, as long as he can make money, it doesn't matter what he does.

Privately, he calls himself a "gentleman with no money", the former alluding to his identity, and the latter flaunting his style of doing things.

Among his peers, he is indeed a gentlemanly figure. Every time he "does business", as long as the other party is willing to surrender, even if he is still fighting one moment, he will restrain his subordinates to let the opponent go the next moment. At first, the subordinates were very dissatisfied, but as the reputation gradually spread, fewer and fewer people were willing to fight them to the death, and even appeared more than once when they saw their banner and offered to buy money.

For those who are willing to give money to buy the road, he also has a standard, as long as the money can allow the brothers to eat and drink together, it is not worth fighting for more money. Because he always thinks that money is endless, but reliable brothers are not so easy to find.

As a result, his "business" became bigger and bigger, and gradually became the largest group in the border area between the Blue Moon Kingdom and the Thousand Springs Kingdom, and some people even began to call him the "King of the Mountain".

To be honest, the Syndicate didn't like this title at all, he had the privilege of entering the Ancient Elf Temple in the Ancient Forest, and had been given the advice of the undead elder. At that time, the elder warned him not to be greedy, not to be in the limelight, and to make a fortune in silence. He thinks so much that he has always made it his motto.

His dream was to be an unknown robber and earn enough money to find an opportunity to launder his name. Then be a small nobleman in the mainland, spend the second half of your life in peace, and leave enough children and grandchildren to pass on the family from generation to generation. It was not until many, many years later, that some of the descendants who were keen to study the history of their ancestors found out his origin from the few words in the dusty records, and they were stunned......

Now it seems that this ideal is mostly going to be lost, and he is very melancholy.

Recently, he received news from an old acquaintance who had worked with him in the past, saying that in the future, the business of robbers, especially the big bandits, will be more difficult, and the shipping channel will become a vital part of the business. This made him wonder a little and didn't understand why.

Most robbers don't like to rob goods, one is to run slowly with the goods, and will leave too many traces, it is easy to be caught up or found; the other is to find a way to sell the stolen goods, often a gold coin can not buy a silver coin, and the loss is great.

In contrast, it is much more convenient to grab money directly, even precious gemstones, which are not as reliable as money.

Of course, if you can grab some precious magic items, it is much more cost-effective than grabbing money. Magic props are easy to sell, and they are often not deliberately underpriced, so they are the best hard currency.

The syndicate, of course, was not exempt from vulgarity, and had always paid for the road in cash three times the price of the goods - or to put it another way, if he did not pay for the goods, three times the amount of goods would be worth twice the price. If he could, he would have preferred money to goods, even though he had good channels to sell stolen goods.

Let's say this time.

He led a dozen or so men to lie in ambush in the hollow that had been deliberately dug out of the hillside, and his body was covered with turf, which looked like ordinary grass. As long as you don't use magic, no one wants to find them.

The location where he was ambushing was quite large, not at all steep, and no spellcaster would be nervous enough to use detection magic in such a place.

For this business, he prepared five days in advance, and he felt that he was worth hundreds of gold coins just by paying manpower and material resources.

But it was worth it, as far as he knew, the "Dragon's Tail" trading house had recently delivered a large number of goods to the city of Buyi, but had not bought much from the city. This meant that they were either carrying large amounts of cash, or high-value gems or magic items, either of which would be worth his attention or even his own efforts.

Time passed, the sun set in the west, but the Syndicate and his brothers remained motionless on the ground, as if they had become piles of weedy clods.

To do a big business is to be calm, this time he brought the most reliable old brothers, everyone understands this truth, and they can all calm down.

About an hour before dark, two carriages slowly approached. Looking at the sign on the carriage, it was indeed the group of earthen buns that claimed to have picked up the tailbone of the dragon and used it as a mascot.

The thought of the origin of the name of the comptoir made the syndicate want to laugh.

But he couldn't hold back a smile, on the contrary, he was serious.

The Dragon Tail Trading House is not an easy character to deal with, their ancestors also did business without capital, and the reason why they were able to make a fortune back then was not the good luck brought by the bullshit mascot at all, but did some business like him that would go to hell after death.

In the face of such an opponent, if you are not serious and cautious, then you are really looking for death.

The carriage was not large, and there was indeed no cargo on a closer look. But he noticed that the coachmen of the two carriages had a very calm temperament, and at a glance he knew that he had quite good strength. As for the inside of the carriage...... The latter carriage is a wagon, and the person escorting the carriage should be an intermediate-level warrior, so there is nothing to be afraid of, but the fluctuation of magic power can be vaguely felt on the previous carriage, and I am afraid that there is a powerful mage in charge, so I can't be negligent!

Seeing that the carriage was about to pass by, but I don't know why, a horse in the carriage in front of him suddenly lost its front hoof, and the whole thing fell towards the side of the road, and the whole carriage was about to overturn, and it was about to fall half to death on the people in the carriage.

Naturally, this was a trap designed by the Syndicate, who dug some small pits in the road, small ones, a little bigger than a horse's hooves, and pits were padded with thick paper and covered with floating soil and weeds, which looked no different from ordinary ground. But as soon as the pack horse's hooves stepped into it, he would immediately fall down, and the whole wagon would fall.

The people of the Dragontail Trading House were attacked, and they were immediately a little flustered, and two people walked out of the car in front, one was a magician in a fiery red robe, and the other was a ranger in gray soft armor, and the two coachmen and the warrior in the back car also took out their weapons and were ready to fight.

The syndicate nodded, lifted the turf, and stood alone.

He didn't rush to speak, but took out a banner and planted it on the ground beside him.

In the evening breeze, the flag was unfurled, and a tiger sitting on the top of the hill was looking down majestically at the people under the hillside.

"The Mountain King?!" the ranger looked startled, but laughed again.

"You didn't come at the right time. He smiled and took out a delicate emblem, "Our trading firm did make a lot of money this time, but I have deposited it in the temple of the Golden Crown (Goddess of Wealth), even if you kill us, you won't get the money." ”

A few hours later, at his secret base, the syndicate fell into deep thought.

Seemingly...... The world has changed.

This era is no longer suitable for gentlemen who have no money.

Thinking of this, he made up his mind.

Since then, the famous thief "Mountain King" who was active on the border of the Blue Moon Kingdom and the Thousand Springs Kingdom has disappeared without a trace. A few months later, in the northern part of the Gold Federation, there was a small nobleman named "Thomas". (To be continued.) )