Seeing the clerk holding his arms and putting on a contemptuous look of "how long are you going to perform", the old man couldn't help but smile awkwardly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"I'm sorry, I'm too long-winded, what can I do for you?"

The clerk scoffed.

"Who's that I've met? A gracious citizen? Then according to the rules, show your booth cards. ”

"Set up a stall?" the old man opened his mouth in surprise.

"I don't think I needed to check any stall certificates before?"

"That's the old rule, I don't think you've heard of the murders that happened here. Yesterday, one of the town hall guys died here, and if it weren't for a few fruit hillbillies blocking his wagon in the middle of the road, the assassins wouldn't have succeeded in the market, and coincidentally, the few fruit townsbillies didn't have a stall. The man patted the old man on the shoulder.

"Now you know what to do, right?"

The old man's mouth opened wider.

"This man came alone to check the stall certificate, and he said things that could be big or small......," Ikor thought.

He knew that the general officer intended to blackmail him, but the murder mentioned by this person was something he could not ignore. He had to find out if yesterday's murder at the market had something to do with what he was going to investigate.

"May I take a step closer and say a few words?" said Ekor suddenly. The clerk looked away from the bewildered old man, and he looked at Eko with a smirk. Eko quickly walked over and shoved something into the man's sleeve with even greater speed. He watched as the clerk pinched his sleeve, and the subtle sound of some coins clashing came from the man's cuff, and the clerk's expression became strange because of it.

Ekor knew that the man must be wondering why he had received an excessive bribe. When things go wrong, there must be demons! Ordinary people will feel this way.

"I don't think you're really a peddler, are you?" said the clerk.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Is it time to give the other person a clear answer?

Ekor looked back at her companion behind her. I saw that the gray-haired old man was wringing his fingers in confusion, it seemed that the guide named Lusman was rather lacking in haste and intelligence, but behind the old man, there was a pair of eyes that gave Eko a positive hint. The gaze came from a petite girl with ochre-colored shawl hair. Eko remembered that the girl's name was Ola, that she was Luthman's henchman, and that most of the time she felt like a non-existent prop, that she was too handicapped to speak, and that if it weren't for that sight, she would have been part of the stall.

With an indescribable expression, Ekor rolled up the sleeves of his coat in front of the officer, and saw that the lining of the sleeves revealed a unique pattern embroidered with white thread, the main body of which was a transverse flute, but on the transverse flute was vividly embroidered a sparrow—a white sparrow.

"There have been a lot of murders in De Sting lately, and we have been asked to find out the truth. You know, some of the weird-tempered customers come up with some special contact details. Setting up stalls and singing are just formalities. Ekor said.

The clerk stared at Ekko's face for a few moments, and suddenly his eyes widened, as if he had finally figured something out.

"You are white sparrows?!, which sheriff recruited you?"

The clerk asked in a low voice, but before Ikor could say anything, the man began to mumble to himself.

"Yes, it can only be so. They can't solve the case, and if they want to save face, they have to secretly buy your services and use your intelligence network to investigate the situation. God, don't tell me who brought you in, I don't want to know!"

There was a hint of fear on the officer's face, and he tried to take something out of his cuff, but Ekor reached out to stop him.

"Don't rush pushing away what you've been given, I still have some questions for you. ”

"You're not going to make my bribes public, are you?"

"We generally don't care about the little things. ”

The general officer breathed a sigh of relief, and his attitude became more polite.

"What are you asking?"

"I'm very curious about yesterday's case. In your opinion, could this incident be the same person as the murder some time ago?"

"Previous murders? You mean the case of the destruction of bodies beyond recognition?"

The general officer looked into Ekko's eyes and swallowed.

"I'm afraid the two have nothing to do with each other, the modus operandi of yesterday's case is quite stealthy and clean, and to be honest, I admire the murderer. As for those ......"

The clerk's voice suddenly became softer.

"The way those people died was so horrible that I wondered if someone did it. However, the identities of those who died are also suspicious. ”

Only to hear him add: "They are all a group of guys with unknown social connections, and I heard the people of the guard reveal that there are assassins in them...... But ......"

"But?"

"The ordinary people here all guess that this matter has nothing to do with the elves. Boring guess, right?"

Ekko's face showed a look of confusion for a moment, he couldn't understand how these things could make ordinary people think of the elven level.

"That's a biased idea. Guess who knows more about those cases?"

"I don't know...... Oh!

The officer's voice suddenly lowered, but this time his eyes showed a bit of lust.

"There's a secret prostitute named Rose living around here, you can talk to her, she seems to know a little bit about everything. Maybe she's had a deal with some dead ghost. When the guy wasn't dead, of course. ”

"Where does she live?"

"In that direction, there are roses and butterflies painted on the door, which is very easy to find. ”

"I don't think I'll have a problem, but we might have to use the booth here. Ekor looked at the other man's cuffs and smiled meaningfully.

"As long as you don't go too far, of course I won't care. The clerk touched the thing hidden in his sleeve with understanding, and accepted the bribe.

Before leaving, the official who had only come to extort the peddler kindly reminded Ekor not to take the night road when there were few people, but Ikko's brow became tighter and tighter as the man walked away. He subconsciously picked up the lute that was placed beside him, but he didn't play a single note for a long time, let alone continue to sing "Elada".

"D'Estaing is just a city that doesn't want to see elves?" thought to Ekos.

In his image, d'Estaing is more like a city bound to the elves, but he has not yet found a fellow elven here. Combined with what he had just talked about, Ekor suddenly felt chills all over his body, and he subconsciously tugged down on the wide-brimmed hat he was wearing.