Marco Tasker's "Warm House" café is still as lively as ever, with a steady stream of brightly dressed guests, almost every seat in the hall, and the bewitching Dominic dancers twist their waists in the center of the hall with sweat, their weak and boneless bodies are full of hands, and the faintly exposed pink peck skin makes a pair of eyes unable to leave their delicate bodies.

The prestige of this café in Sweetwater Lane is almost growing day by day, and more and more customers are flocking here, not only because of the environment and the deliciousness, but also because the owner of the shop is really a "tasteful" guy - just order a cup of coffee and you can watch all kinds of "sultry" performances, even the tavern maids are all charming leprechauns, and the seemingly conservative but bold tight dresses make all the guests who come here sigh.

And that effect is exactly what Marco Tasker needs - to maintain the café almost without any profit, and what the guests really pay for is not the money for a pitiful cup of coffee or a snack, but what they discuss with each other. All of the waiters were eyeliners of the Blood Flag Brotherhood, and could even clearly write down what the guests had just said, and then be able to fully narrate it after a few quarters of an hour.

The value of information in a person's possession is far greater than all the coins in his money bag. The chatter and the rich man in elaborate blouses, with silver trim on their buttons, often reveal much to each other - something that could bring Marco Tasker more wealth than a cup of coffee.

And in the spacious room on the second floor, the smiling silver-haired wizard was enthusiastically rebrewing a pot of piping hot coffee for Edward—the same as the black-haired boy drank with Horace's majesty in the palace, all of which were genuine Dominica coffee beans, the rich black slowly rippling in the cup, spreading small circles of foam.

The extravagant floor-to-ceiling windows, the red carpet and the tapestries imported from the city-states of the East, the whole room is almost a luxury, as if the owner of the room wanted to spend all his money to decorate the room, almost morbid luxury. However, at this time, Edward was not in the mood to ask about this guy's mental health, and took the coffee cup silently.

"So, you have gained the trust of our noble Lord of Turin, His Majesty Horace the Great and All-Knowing, and have been promoted to the rank of Attendant Military Attaché?" Marco Tasker said, holding his glass and chuckling, "Allow me to offer my sincerest congratulations, Honorable Lord Edward Witwood!"

"That's right, I sold my loyalty for a good price. Edward's face was indifferent, and the mental pressure he had endured in Horace's presence had not yet completely subsided: "But our noble majesty has not yet paid for it—he thinks that I should obediently dedicate everything to his family, just because he is the king!"

"These are the real grown-ups, and if we don't ask for them, we're only going to get some leftovers - don't all dogs in captivity eat that?" Marco nodded in agreement, "So we can't just stop and let him see your worth." ”

"You are the Prince's Attendant Military Attaché, and naturally your main duty is to teach His Highness the art of swordsmanship, to explain to him the spirit and traditions of the Knights of the Sacred Tree, to duel in place of him as his knight, and to accompany His Highness to banquets - but at the same time, you can also reach the periphery of the core of power, and have the right to attend those important meetings and banquets, which I believe do not need me to explain to you, what they mean. ”

"Of course, even if you don't have a voice, it's very convenient, but I'm not just looking for you for that. Edward took a sip of his coffee, the rich, bitter taste of the unsweetened sugar stimulating his nerves and making his thoughts clearer: "I need a chance to show His Majesty the King how good the 'loyalty' he buys is." ”

"If what you need is an opportunity, there really isn't anything for the humble Marco Tasker to do for you, I only have rumors here, rumors and rumors that there is some unknown 'truth' that there is nothing you want. The cunning silver-haired wizard shook his head and smiled meaningfully: "The real 'opportunity' needs to be found by yourself. ”

"So, are there any 'rumors' or 'rumors' that I need to pay attention to?" Edward put down the coffee cup in his hand, "I have time now, and I can talk all day." ”

"In that case, I'll advise you to go to the hall outside to take a good rest, watch the show and eat something. Marco stood up: "If you're lucky, you might be able to get the ...... you need today."

A boy who burst through the door interrupted Marco and looked at him with a panicked expression: "Chief Tasker, 'those people' are coming this way!"

"I thought it would be noon, but it's even more diligent than I thought!" Marco grumbled with a smile, "Tell us where they've been?"

"I've already passed through the city gate from Xicheng District, and I'm afraid there will be a quarter of an hour before I reach Sweetwater Lane. After the boy finished speaking, he stood in the doorway and waited: "They seem to have heard that there is a café here!"

"Don't be nervous, take it easy - they can't fly right away. Even if the other party has become like this, this guy is still in the mood to joke: "Let all the brothers in the café clean up and prepare to close the shop." ”

"Understood. The boy nodded, and ran out as fast as he could. Edward glanced at it slightly, "I remember that the Knights of the Sacred Tree should have given up the pursuit of the Brotherhood, could it be the Minest family?"

"If I had really been discovered by the noble Marquis, I would have packed up my things and fled from Turin City, where would I dare to open a café so close to Xicheng District?" Marco put on his coat and painted himself a little—his silver hair was dark brown, and the corners of his mouth were a few more beards and wrinkles, and he looked like an old knight in his forties.

Being able to thrive in Turin and spread the Brotherhood's tentacles across all neighborhoods, Marco Tasker is of course also capable of using a few disguises, a practical skill that can avoid a lot of risks.

After dressing up a little, the owner of the café "House of Gentleness" went downstairs, and the dancers who were still performing their dancing movements left the hall one after another, and then the "café owner in his forties" walked to the center of the hall and had to regret to tell all the guests that they had to close their doors early today.

Naturally, this caused the whole hall to complain, but soon the owner of the café said that all the guests were free today, and that they would open on time tomorrow, which calmed down the complaints of the unhappy guests, and they left in groups.

After the café emptied, all the waiters, or the brothers of the Blood Banner Brotherhood, came out one after another, locked all the doors and windows of the whole house, and blocked them with baffles, and even the signboard was removed and hidden in the room, as if it was going to be completely renovated, and even put two scaffolds outside the door.

After arranging a while, Marco took a breath and returned to the room, regained his original appearance as a silver-haired wizard, walked to the window and opened it a little, and smiled mysteriously at Edward who was standing next to him: "Do you want to come and see - you will definitely be quite interested in what happened next." ”

"Then I'll see. Edward smiled slightly, looking at the street with a bit of curiosity, and he also wanted to see what made this guy "feel like a great enemy".

It didn't take long for the silver-haired wizard to rush into Sweetwater Alley, and the originally quiet and peaceful street immediately began to jump - there were many merchants from Dominica in this street, most of them smugglers or immigrants, who had no great skills, and were not rich and wealthy people, and could not afford the expensive rent in Xicheng District, so they had to live here, working as tailors, cooks, or running grocery stores.

It can be said that the prosperity of Sweetwater Lane is not only because of its proximity to Xicheng District, but also because of these talents, exotic tailors and chefs, as well as snacks or candy and other things are still very attractive, which is one of the reasons why Marco will open his café here, surrounded by similar shops, which can also play a good role in concealment.

But now I am afraid that there is no way to hide, and the crowds of young men, many of whom even wear silver-plated belt buckles, that is to say, the other party is at least a knight, and behind them many fellows in gray fluttering robes and clubs, like a fierce tide of rage, poured into Sweetwater Alley, smashed the shops and stalls of those people, and robbed each other of their goods.

Even the closed storefronts were not spared, and the frenzied and riotous crowd smashed down the fragile wooden doors and stormed into the house, where screams and roars soon rang out.

Any vendor or tailor who dared to put up a little resistance would be besieged by this crowd of people who had become almost completely fanatical, beating them frantically, abusing them with stones and sticks in their hands, and Sweetwater, which had been peaceful a moment a moment, now looked no different from Pipe Town.

But the "Turin thugs" did not stop, continued to shout slogans, and rushed deeper into the alleys - only the café, which looked like it had been demolished, managed to survive.

"That's what I'm going to tell you. Marco smiled and turned his head, slanting his eyes at Edward beside him, "Maybe it's the 'opportunity' you want, what do you say?"

(Thank you for the tips from the two book friends, Daai Chaoshen and Roaring Asen, uh...... Because of a lot of troubles, so the first two days of the update was unstable, I hope you understand, but the empty space will still stabilize the update twice a day!)