"Blessings and misfortunes depend on them, and misfortunes and blessings lurk. This is the pattern that I have summed up in many years of business operation...... In the early days of the establishment of the Scales Chamber of Commerce, trading flourished and business flourished. But who would have thought that in the capital of the United States, there were unexpected losses, and even business stalled for a while, and all this was thanks to the terrible 'Night of the Long Knife'......"

——Santos, founder of the Sha Rhino chaebol and an early member of the "Scales of Eternal Order" Chamber of Commerce, "Santos Ben Zosse's Letter to the Descendants"

There are two flowers, one on each branch.

In addition to the Desert Elf mercenary captain who is bent on inflicting heavy damage on Quis, another demonic servant, a female Tiffling spy codenamed "The Tailor", is also busy carrying out her work.

Stepping out of the portal, she returned straight to Caniwo Street in the southwest of Beit City, where she appeared in her colorful striped tent. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he walked to the corner of the tent.

There's a huge treasure chest there.

On the outside, it has an oak cabinet with iron-clad corners, and four cabinet legs as strong as a lion's claw. It took a lot of effort from the two strong bed mates to carry it here. However, just like Aubard, the Tieflin spy simply doesn't have time to find a stronger helper, especially when it comes to covert activities.

"Come here!"

The low-legged cabinet began to glow brightly. The two metal legs began to move, lion's claw-like toes outstretched. The cabinet began to move forward. The bulky cabinet walked towards the tailor in its own peculiar way, and it looked like a hound summoned by the woman. Finally, a few inches away from the hostess, it stopped, waiting for a new order.

"Open!"

With a long creak, the cabinet door opened. The tailor turned around in satisfaction and reached for a hand over the numerous collections she was hanging. A small piece of it fell of its own accord into the palm of her waiting hand. The female spy, who counts as half a spellcaster, stuffs it into the cabinet and moves on to the next one.

One by one, she put a pile of collections into the cabinet.

If someone is watching, they will find that no matter how many things are put in the cupboard, the cabinet is not full. This seamstress always finds enough space, and every time without exception......

Towards the end of the day, the tailor suddenly felt a chill down his spine. She immediately turned away, and after a few moments of searching, she finally found a shadow standing beside her.

"Hey, you're finally back, where have you been?"

The half-demon kobold didn't answer at first, its shadow sinking almost entirely into the folds of the tent. After the "sacrificial blow" launched by the Great Vishur Museum in the lagoon district, it also had palpitations.

The explosion instantly destroyed the assassin's **, but it also blew away the smoky crystal powder attached to his body, allowing him to use his housekeeping skills at the last minute - temporarily transform into a shadow creature and escape with the help of the shadow restructuring ability.

"Tell me where that mercenary went, you promised me. ”

To the tailor's surprise, the words of the "resurrected" half-demon kobold actually became richer, and the image of the "silent assassin" who was originally rewarded by the demon lord to serve by his side was almost like two people.

But this is also exactly what she wants, anyway, for that desert elf, the tailor has already been murderous.

"He is now launching a second assault on the museum," carefully walking near the menorah in the middle of the tent so as not to let himself have too much shadow around him, "I will make good on my promise, but not now, because the master has a new mission for you and me." ”

Placing the last collectible in the cabinet, the tailor reached out and touched the gap in the revitalized cabinet, and the low-legged cabinet instantly locked, gradually shrinking to the size of a dressing box, and was held in the hands of its owner.

"I'll be in charge of creating panic," the Tieflin spy chanted a long spell as her tent suddenly collapsed, turning into worms and wriggling into the corners of the streets under the cover of night, "and you, you, are only responsible for killing." ”

......

While the museum's guests were inspected and hurried back to Beit from the lagoon one by one, the great city was still basking in the afterglow of the Opat.

Many city dwellers, who had just escaped their hangovers, stepped out of their homes again to continue their debauchery that they had not enjoyed yesterday. The circus troupes on the streets of Canivo have changed from the silence of the day to perform a variety of night performances.

The owner of the "Old Mirror" tavern had already made the guys hoard a considerable amount of alcohol, and now all of it came in handy, and even the quantity was insufficient, so he had to secretly pour a little water into the barrel.

"No one should care, they won't notice it anyway, and besides, the 'old mirror' doesn't need to be replaced with new furniture......"

Looking at the drinkers drinking pheasants in the lobby of the tavern, the boss instructed the men to make the tricks brighter, but whenever the table "touching" has a tendency to become "fighting", it is necessary to call the newly hired guards to solve the problem.

"It's not cheap to hire these guys. ”

The tavernkeeper thought to himself. He picked up the papyrus ledger and looked at it for a while, then found a rag and began to wipe down the various decorations on the bar.

He felt a little uncomfortable when he rubbed a skull candle holder he had bought from an Archipelago trader—the skull seemed to smile distorted, as if it were happily inviting him to join him forever.

"What an unfortunate thing," he said at this moment, as if he had forgotten how eagerly he took out his money bag when he heard the vendor say that this rather curious ornament could bring fortune, "and return it at dawn, and if the profiteer dares to stab him, find someone to beat him firmly......"

Just as he was considering whether to ask the profiteer for more "mental damages", a disgusting worm suddenly poked out of the skull's eye socket, which really startled the tavernkeeper.

"Hell!"

The same words that the tavernkeeper had in mind, but not from his mouth. One of the drinkers who saw the showdown yelled, then took a sip of light beer and slammed the oak glass into his opponent's head.

The cries of pain from the head breaking and the scuffle after the table were seamlessly intertwined. The chaos and violence spread rapidly from point to point to surface throughout the tavern. After a while, all the men and guards of the tavern were coerced in it.

At first, it was just fists, shoe soles, and tables, chairs, and benches flying together, but then I don't know who took out the knife first, and the scene was suddenly uncontrollable, everyone wanted to protect themselves, but in fact they were all launching indiscriminate attacks on others.

Frightened, the tavernkeeper fled with a nimble that did not match his fat size, but accidentally knocked the skull candlestick to the ground, and the wax oil dripped onto the worm, which was squeezed into a puddle of mud by the skull and the ground, and burned violently.

In an instant, the entire tavern was set on fire, and flames and panic began to spread at the same time.

After a few punches and kicks that came out of nowhere, dodging the beer kegs that flew from nowhere, the tavernkeeper ran out into the street as fast as he could, trying to get help from the others.

But the scene on the street made him even more frightened.

The whole of Canivo Street is so permeated with violence that it seems that everyone has the urge to inflict violence on those around him, and he does so without hesitation.

"Hell yes...... "With a body half a foot wider than the door, he knocked away a pedestrian who was trying to attack him, and then restrained himself from the idea of sending the kitchen knife in his hand into the other person's throat, "...... Gotta find a safe place!"

The question of where to be safe did not bother him for a long time, as the cousin of Santos, the big boss of the Sand Rhino Caravan and the senior manager of the Scales Chamber of Commerce of Eternal Order, he immediately decided to flee to the terminal near the southern land wall of Beit City to seek refuge.

With his shrewdness, it is not difficult to guess that behind this sudden disaster, there must be a "mastermind behind the scenes", and as a small citizen, the best way to face the disaster is to quickly attach to the strong.

As for how to stop this catastrophe, that was a matter for the nobles of Beit City, and even the Pharaoh, to consider, and at the worst of all, the Praetorian Guard would be dispatched to suppress the riots, and the choice he could now make was not to cause trouble for them.

Although the streets were in disarray, the good news was that the tavern owner had lived in Beit City for more than a dozen years and was very familiar with almost every alley here, and since Canivo Street itself was not far from the land wall, it only took him about a quarter of an hourglass hour to get to the door of the terminal.

"Stop!"

After receiving the news of the hijacking of the floating beast, all the terminal guards were put on maximum alert, they put on strong armor, took up weapons, and set up layers of isolation near the terminal.

"Whew...... It's me," the tavernkeeper showed his cousin's letter to him as he panted from running, "I...... I am a relative of the Sand Rhino Caravan Santos...... Ask for asylum here. ”

As he spoke, he gestured to the guards and pointed behind him. I saw that many red-eyed mobs who had already killed were surging towards the terminal with all kinds of weapons.

"The crossbowmen are in place, arranged in three echelons," one dragged Santos's cousin behind him, and asked the deputy to check the seal certificate again, and the captain in charge of directing the terminal guard hurriedly issued his own order: "First wave test warning, second wave-"

"- Replace with blunt weapons to reduce damage and stun. ”

A figure emerged from the captain of the guard, startling everyone, and more than a dozen crossbow arrows locked onto the target at the same time.

But the captain of the good guard recognized the comer, "Mr. One-Eyed, what instructions does Lord Pasha have?"