The goblin didn't speak immediately, he laughed and jumped out of his sofa chair, bypassed the desk that almost completely covered him, and stood in front of the window. "You know, the price of the same piece of information will increase exponentially with the number of purchases in a short period of time, which is one of the rules of the intelligence industry......" The goblin peeled open the shutters and looked down at the noisy street scene outside Treasure Bay.

"You mean, someone has bought the same information on Ulez. Zar followed the goblin's prompt.

"That's right, in three days, this information has risen from the original fifty silver platforms to your current three hundred. The goblin replied simply, retracting his fingers and pulling out a piece of paper from the file on the table, and throwing it directly in front of Zar, "I even printed a few copies and was ready to give them to the buyer." You know, always repeating a paragraph, even if it's for the sake of trading, I'm going to get bored," the goblin shrugged his shoulders as he spread his palms, making a distressed look, "There's everything on it, I suggest you get a copy too!"

Zar folded it up and put it away with a strange expression, and changed positions in his chair, not commenting on the goblin's words. He pondered another question in his mind, wasn't the guy who wanted to kill Ulez the "Brotherhood of Ironstone"? Otherwise, judging from the possible connection between the two, the "Brotherhood of Ironstone" would not have to buy information about a former collaborator or an employee.

"What kind of information can you give me for those intelligence buyers?" Zar asked tactfully. Because he knew the rules of the trade in intelligence - a question of money. Especially for competitors who may produce the same piece of information, intelligence sellers often seize such a money-making opportunity and knock on the money hard.

"Matter of prudence. I like discreet questions!" the goblin smiled appeasefully, "Relax, my friend, there is no charge for the following words. He stood by the window and put his hand in his pocket, bringing the conversation back to the question, "It's basically unknown little characters, eh." Or maybe I just don't know it. But that's not the point," the goblin said. "The point is, whatever you want to do, this lovely Mr. Ulez is being targeted by a lot of people. ”

Zal was silent for a moment. Pulled the conversation in another direction that seemed unrelated. "Is there a secret in the 'Conviction Terrace'?" he asked.

"Absolutely, no!" said the goblin, standing on tiptoe, then slamming his heel on the floor with a muffled thud, "There is no secret of eternal silence unless it doesn't happen." conAd1();” Goblin said. "Like, when someone tells you that this thing is not for sale. It's not that he doesn't want to sell, it's because the price you offer isn't high enough. His voice twitched, "Of course, the price could be gold, it could be something else, but whatever." The problem is yours, not in his ......"

Zal's gaze was on the goblin. Another question was asked. "So, can I trust you?"

"No, no, no, dear Zal, of course not!" the goblin laughed twice, stretched out his finger with the ruby ring, and shook it slightly, "I'm a merchant, friend, you can't ask a merchant to remember loyalty when counting gold coins, can you?"

Zar nodded in agreement. "That's right, but I can buy your loyalty. ”

The goblin grinned. "Ha, dear Zal, do you know why I like to do business with you?" said the goblin, "because we can always find a mutually acceptable point of communication on an issue. Like I said, as long as you have gold, you can have my loyalty!" With that, the goblin bowed gracefully.

"Two hundred silver tables, three months, no one can buy my information from you. Zar said, spreading his palms towards the goblins.

"Looks like you're in a lot of trouble......" The goblin looked at the palm of his hand that was reaching for him, and then met Zal's gaze.

"Normally, your bid wouldn't be enough to close the deal, but ......," Rivigaz took a few steps forward, "to praise your wit - you're the first to think of blocking intelligence, so, deal." The goblin clenched his fist and slammed it into Zal's palm, "But you owe me a favor, my fellow." He finally added.

"Well, a favor. Zar nodded, drained the glass in one gulp, and stood up. "Thank you, what I have gained here has given me a lot of peace of mind. He bowed solemnly.

The goblin crawled back into its seat, revealing its trademark smile and two shiny gold teeth. conAd2();“ Tomorrow afternoon, open the barrel that belongs to you in the cellar, and everything you want will be in it. He reminded, "One thousand two hundred silver tables, don't forget to put them in...... Finally, it was a pleasure to work with. The goblin nodded his forehead.

"It was a pleasure to work with. Zal turned and walked to the door.

"Zal. The goblin hesitated, then screamed again.

"What?" said Zal, holding the doorknob and looking back.

"Don't die, my friend," the goblin looked unrecognizably serious, "I'll be sad for a long time to lose such a clever client as you." He said, "Remember, life is the most important thing." ”

Zal was stunned for a moment, then nodded. "Thank you......" said and walked out of the study.

......

The next day and a half was not easy. With the little piece of paper given to him by the goblin, it took him little time to find the small clinic in Graystone Point, and Rivigaz had drawn a map and portrait of the person on this little piece of paper very thoughtfully. For the informant who did his job, Zal didn't know what to do - he could easily find it, but others couldn't......

But since there were no puppet bugs on hand to change their appearance, Zar could only carefully roam the perimeter of the clinic and conduct a relatively simple reconnaissance work. However, this slightly passive situation finally ushered in a welcome change with the completion of the deal the next day.

Zal also successfully put on makeup and turned into an unkempt old beggar, and sat directly at the mouth of the alley not far from the clinic. A closer look at it in more detail began. He needed to figure out if this was a real clinic or under the guise of a clinic. Doing some other things. If possible, he would also like to see the owner of the clinic, Mr. Ulez.

But as time passed, the doubts in Zal's heart not only did not decrease, but became more and more. As the goblin said, the clinic is doing very well. Except for a few Black Blade Guards who came out from time to time to breathe, he was in just half a day. I saw a large number of patients coming to see me. conAd3(); No race, no age. Regardless of their profession, many of the injured have hardly ever quieted down this small clinic.

It is not difficult to understand that there are many injured people in the "conviction platform", because this is not a place where the law prevails. Fights, disturbances, and even murder often occur. However, for a guy who is willing to spend 20,000 silver to save his life, how can he generously continue to business as usual and expose himself to the most dangerous environment for the sake of a small amount of money for medical treatment?

Moreover, for the entire gimbal, a skilled and experienced physician is definitely the most scarce resource. Most of the people here kill people. But if it doesn't save people, who would want a doctor's life?

Endless questions kept coming to Zhal's mind, for a moment. He found that the tasks he was about to take on were slowly becoming more and more complex, leaving less and less time for him to think quietly.

In the middle of the night, the darkness became thicker and deeper, and the noisy Graystone Corner finally quieted down, and of course, the "Ulez's Disinfectant Knife" also ushered in a long-lost silence in the dim light. The bright moon hung high in the dark sky. The silver light shone down, casting clear shadows on the ground from the undulating eaves. and pretty white.

At the mouth of the alley not far across the street, Zhal, who was hiding in the shadows, lowered his head and poured a sip of wine to ward off the chill that invaded his body. He glanced up at the small two-story building in the distance, and silently recited the dangerous locations around the clinic, and he knew it was time to get out of here.

Staggling to his feet and muttering inarticulately, the "old beggar" turned and walked deeper into the alley. With an old tattered cloak and a body weak enough to fall over, no one would have the slightest interest in such a creature. But Zal is still doing it, and that's what the half-elves teach that a great performance isn't just about the performance on stage, but also about the moment of exit.

Zar shuffled slowly, slowly moving from the moonlight at the entrance of the alley into the deep darkness, but when the shadow above him engulfed him all, Zar stopped. The right hand in the cloak gently caresses the handle of the dagger, and the left hand quietly grabs the small pocket on the inside of the cloak.

At some point, Zar also fell in love with the hooded cape, a very practical piece of clothing that could protect against the cold, protect from the wind and rain, and even be used as a blanket or sleeping bag when conditions were inconvenient. What's more, you can sew a dozen small pockets of all sizes into it to store things that you might need or that you need in case of an emergency.

It was quiet, and Zal looked up suspiciously and glanced down the deep alley, and for a moment, he smelled danger, as if he was being watched by someone. But when he stopped, the breath was gone. "Delusion?...... Zal squinted, the light not far behind him blurring the boundary between light and shadow.

"Is it really wrong...... Before he could repeat the words in his heart for a second time, the chill that swept through his skin instantly made his whole body tremble. Subconsciously pulled out the dagger and slammed it, and with a crisp impact sound, a golden spark suddenly exploded in the darkness!

The cloak draped over his body was swept into the air with a violent force, and the figure of his opponent shook in Zhal's eyes, and the cloak just fell when he held the dagger in front of him. In front of him was the deep, light and shadow alley, and there was no one.

"What's wrong...... Zal stared straight into the air in front of him, and suddenly closed his eyes that had been reopened, his azure pupils shrank, and the silver-gray circle of light inside condensed into a small dot, and he immersed himself in the "Heart of Steel". At the same time, the walls on both sides of the alley seemed to tremble and shake, and everything became clear, even the fluttering dust, and even the textures on the walls.

The next moment, a twisted darkness suddenly rushed out of the corner, and the sharp blade that cut through the air slashed towards Zhal's neck with a gentle trembling sound!"No, the shadow is moving!" Zal's nerves suddenly tensed to the extreme, he couldn't believe seeing the truth at all, but he did see a black shadow hiding in the shadows and rushed towards him.

Hurriedly blocking a blow, Zar jerked a step back, and the other man disappeared again. Cold sweat slowly covered his forehead, and this battle made him feel a sense of panic, not because of the strength of the other party, but from the invisible unknown. "Something had to be done...... It must!" Zaal bowed his back, his gaze suddenly falling on the drifting dust.

Slowly retreating towards a wall, for some reason, Zar pushed his free left hand forward, but his right hand, which was holding the dagger behind him, was sideways. He knew that the other party must still be staring at him in the dark, and being quiet does not mean being safe.

Sure enough, another wind swept over and struck Zhar's defenseless left arm. The left shoulder sank slightly, and the sharp blade cut through Zhar's cloak, instantly leaving a shallow wound on his left arm, and at the same time, Zhar's attack also arrived, but his target was not in front, but against the wall on the side of his body!

"Thorny ......"

With the screech of the blade grinding against the wall, a cloud of gray-white brick dust was scraped into the air, and the next moment, Zal saw a vague figure outlined in the dust. On the other hand, the other party also instantly understood Zal's intentions, and directly gave up the sneak attack, picked up the dagger and stabbed Zal in the head quickly.

Slightly staggered, Zal not only did not defend himself, but raised his left hand and slammed it forward, and there was a snap, and he was sure that he had caught the opponent's wrist. With a stabbing dagger, Zar immediately struck the opponent's free armpit. But before the dagger could touch the other party, Zar felt that his right arm had been kicked open by one foot!

"Well done!" Zar snorted, a heartfelt cheer. Then with a jerk of his left arm, Zar grabbed the other man's wrist and pulled the blurred figure towards him. Next, a series of cold rays that couldn't be faster were swung out by Zhal, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, as the opponent's wrist holding the dagger was being crushed in front of him.

However, to his surprise, the blurred figure was so fast that it couldn't dodge Zal's attack any faster, and finally it snapped and grabbed Zal's wrist in a gap!

The four wrists were wrestled together, and neither of them had any intention of letting go, but Zar soon found that the other seemed to be far inferior to his own. So he shook back sharply, and before the blurred figure could stand firm, he pushed the other party straight out!

With two different footsteps, Zar's speed became faster and faster, one pushing, the other retreating, and they walked through the moonlight and darkness in the alley. Whenever the light and shadow intertwined, Zal could see a very blurry delicate face from light to dark, as well as a pair of emerald eyes.

Suddenly, the resistance from the front suddenly emptied, and Zal felt that his arms were raised quickly, although he couldn't believe it, but the other party actually flipped to the top of his head!

"Dang!"

The fiercest roar of the battle so far exploded through the alley, a cold light from top to bottom, a cold light from right to left, a group of cold crosses flashed violently, and finally returned to darkness.

Zal's hood had been cut open, and the straight cut had even reached his chest, and there was a thin cut on his old face, but there was no blood in it. What's even stranger is that the cut mark actually melted and came back together. On the opposite side, a vague figure stood quietly in the moonlight, the left shoulder of the shadow, blood hanging in the air and slowly flowing down, looking a little indescribably weird.

At that moment, with a crisp sound, the half-cut coin fell from Zal's cloak to the ground, rolled forward with difficulty for some distance, and finally came to a halt between the two of them with a clink. (To be continued)

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