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As Wallace craned his neck in fear, Curt pulled out a bag of gold coins and placed it on the table. (Please search, or enter directly to see the latest chapter) He glanced at Thornton, who was getting up, and said calmly:

"I need as many people as I can, but you're not the only one I'm hiring. You have about a month to prepare before you go out, and this is an advance payment for you. If I can't find enough people, then the operation will be abandoned. Frankly, I feel that my life is worth a lot. If you play with it, it's just stupid. ”

"A warrior's daily salary is half a gold coin, and I can find fifty seasoned warriors for you. The loot goes to the mercenary group found, and if you join the sweep, I can sell you some special loot for half price. There are about three hundred gold coins, enough for preparation. In two weeks, I will have the staff in place, and the cost will be calculated from that day on. Death cannot be avoided in battle, and the families of the deceased need a pension of thirty gold coins. That's pretty much it, do you think it's okay?"

Cedric skillfully reported a long list of conditions, and seemed to be in control. Curt listened silently, then nodded and said:

"Reasonable, I agree. ”

Then Curt turned his gaze to Thornton and said calmly:

"Work for the Council of a Thousand Laws, or be an enemy of the Council of a Thousand Laws, which one do you choose?"

"You have a hundred warriors now. ”

Thornton lifted his hand and wiped away the blood from biting his tongue. His hateful answer made Curt taste the pleasure of the fox and the tiger.

After dropping the second bag of gold, Curt left the Mercenary Guild. Before leaving, he gave Wallace five gold coins as a tip, which made Wallace, who had been frightened for a long time, feel that he had not suffered in vain. Later, Curt travels to the docklands and finds Kelly. He asked Kelly to arrange a meeting with the Black Hand, and then had a chance with Kelly by the way.

That night, Kelly delivered a stack of sealed papers. She sued Curt that the Black Hand refused to meet, but assured that Curt wanted to know that everything was on the text. Curt paid for the information, and asked about the work of apprentices two and four by the way. To this question, Kelly could only answer helplessly:

"They're too dull, they're too timid. I do as much as I can to train them as much as you ask. But to be honest, they're not that material. ”

"Very well, go on. ”

Curt nodded calmly and sent Kelly away. Curt then sat down at the table and began to read the text, from which he learned what he wanted to figure out. This is a hidden demonstration by the black hand, so that Curt knows that his every move cannot escape the eyes and ears of the black hand. It seems that the black hand still minds a little bit about bowing to Curt a while ago and being forced to execute his subordinates. But now that it's vented its displeasure, Curt doesn't have anything to worry about.

At noon the next day, Curt took Gordon, Cameron, and Bloom into the Darktide Tavern in the ghetto. They drove straight in, breaking down the door of a private room. Snow Wolf and the leader of the White Bear Mercenary Regiment were dining in the room, so their bodyguards immediately rushed over.

Gordon threw a punch that sent the bodyguard to the table with the shattered shield, covered in gravy. Bloom lightly struck the other bodyguard with a hammer, causing the bodyguard's sword to break along with his wrist, leaving him on his knees and shaking. Curt walked into the private room without hindrance and saluted the two stunned mercenary captains. He pulled a chair and sat down, and said with a smile:

"Mr. Perridge, Mr. Vaughn, good afternoon. I'm here today to talk to you about work. You dared to refuse the invitation of the Council of a Thousand Laws, and you did not even see my face. This makes me curious, and I want to know what your reason is? Thousand Law City is a city of mages, are you a little too arrogant?"

"I have my own problems...... I've had enough work lately, and I don't have any extra manpower. ”

Perridge, the leader of the Snow Wolf Mercenary Regiment, weighed the shape and threw away the meat steak in his hand. Vaughn, the leader of the White Bear Mercenary Regiment, chimed in, so Curt took out a copy of the text and read it in a frustrated voice:

"Snow Wolf Mercenary Regiment, a total of ninety-seven people. Sixty-one of them were on duty, while four were wounded. The longest time to complete a task is no more than three weeks. The White Bear Mercenary Regiment, a total of one hundred and twenty-one people. Eighty-four of them were on duty, and seven were wounded. The longest time to complete a task was two and a half weeks. The exception was that seventeen members of the White Bear Mercenary Regiment accepted the task of escorting the cloth merchants, which took about three months to complete. Am I missing something, both of you?"

Curt asked kindly, causing Perridge and Vaughn to look at each other. They pondered for a moment before Perridge spoke:

"You already know that, what else is there to say? It's not that we don't want to see you, it's for another reason. There are some people we can't afford to offend, and you can't afford to offend either. You can go to other mercenary groups, there's no need to trouble us. ”

"Yes, I could go find someone to replace you, but I just want to slap someone in the face. If anyone thinks it doesn't matter to step on me, then I would say that I won't be able to sleep well without cutting his foot off. ”

Curt's tone was cold, and behind him stood Gordon and Cameron, as well as Bloom, who was two and a half meters tall. He wandered his gaze over Perridge and Vaughn's faces, and then said unhurriedly:

"I am the Inquisitor and the secretary of the Inquisitor Orga. My invitation to you represents the will of the Thousand Laws City. Whatever your reason, it would be a great disrespect to the Council of the Thousand Laws to dare to be absent. I repeat, the Thousand Laws City is a city of mages, are you impatient?"

"Don't go too far, I have hundreds of brothers. ”

In the face of the threat of nakedness, Vaughn finally rebounded. Before he could stand up, Cameron snapped his bow and shot an arrow between Vaughn's legs. Just half a centimeter away, the arrow that pierced the chair would have castrated Vaughn. When Vaughn's face began to darken, Curt said with a look that seemed to be a smile:

"Hundreds of brothers, if I kill you now, how many of them will desperately avenge you? even if all a hundred rebel...... Forty Inquisitors are enough to clean them up? If not, I can still bring the Faceless to join in the fun. Would you like to try it? I'm looking forward to the results. ”

"Do you think we've been licking blood for so long, and we're still afraid of death?"

Perridge kept his composure and tried to resist. His words drew laughter from Curt, who shook his head and said:

"Aren't you afraid of death? Then why don't you come to see me? Was I the first person to threaten you? Did you get the order wrong? Take 10,000 steps back, even if both of you are tough guys who are not afraid of death. So, Mr. Perridge, do you want your ** and your son? Mr. Vaughn, your brother is a good tailor, and your old father should enjoy a few more years, shouldn't he?"

Gordon swung his sword with his scabbard and knocked Perridge to the ground as he roared and pounced. Curt looked down at Perridge, whose head was bleeding, and said word by word:

"Give me an answer within three days. In addition to you, I also need the head of the Iceberg Mercenary Group, Aisen's agreement. If time passes...... In the new year, the Council of a Thousand Laws doesn't mind finding a few unlucky guys to stand up. There are forgetful people in this world, and Qianfa City is happy to help them remember for a long time. ”

With that, Curt got up and left. Perridge and Vaughn, who were in a mess, were silent, and they both saw deep helplessness in each other's eyes.

In the afternoon, Curt went out to the molten iron pit. He arrived before the evening and was warmly welcomed by Hoffmann. After a dwarven barbecue dinner, Curt and Hoffman swapped for beer. Hoffman drank a large glass of beer directly, and then said dissatisfied:

"The little imp who deserves a thousand hammers, I'll help you get rid of your. If you had come earlier, the strange parts would have been made. Fortunately, the person who is willing to take the order is still there, and I will take you to meet him tomorrow. ”

"I want to meet each other now. ”

Curt insisted on his demands, leaving Hoffman glaring in anger. After drinking the second beer, Hoffman slowly stood up and reluctantly said:

"Curt, your order is a bit special, so I can only find a special person to help you do it. When you meet people, don't make a fuss, and don't get too excited. This is the territory of the dwarves, and as long as I don't cut you with an axe, no one will touch you, okay?"

"Understood. ”

Kirt nodded, curious to see who Hoffman had hired as a craftsman. Under Hoffman's leadership, Curt entered the pit for the first time. He descended the rugged staircase, illuminated by Hoffman's oil lamp as he went. The air here is hot and muddy, and it seems that it is not far from the dwarven casting area. Curt followed Hoffman to a depth of 100 meters underground, and it was not until the air around him became cool and damp that Curt reached his destination.

"It's over there, don't make a sound. ”

Hoffman nervously stretched out his finger and pointed to several tents on a flat field. Ke Ting nodded, while curiously looking at the stalactites on the dome, and then turned his gaze to the waterhole not far away.

Judging by all indications, it should be some subterranean race that lives here. Curt had very limited knowledge of the underworld, and he knew that only Naza, the spirit sucking monster, was the standard underworld dweller.

"Stop~ Don't move, thank you. ”

The lingua franca that suddenly sounded was very smooth, and the joking voice could even be called elegant. Curt stopped as he spoke, and he heard the 'click' of the crossbow's strings. A few slender underground creatures then emerged from the darkness and pointed their blue-glowing, poison-coated arrows at Curt. The other is a taller underground creature, like a male elf, but with sparkling dark skin.

This is a group of dark elves, a notorious and evil subterranean race that is comparable to the spirit-absorbing monsters. Curt began to regret that he should have brought his escort with him.