Warhammer Throne

Twilight Street is not a high-class business district in Marienburg. On the contrary, it is a place where many mercenaries and businessmen like to hang around. Here, you can drink the cheapest barley wine for three copper coins, and many workers are off work. Afterwards, I also like to come here for a drink and go home.

It was late at night, and the originally dense crowds seemed a bit deserted. There were still many people on the streets, but they were no longer crowded.

Ryan was advancing step by step in the street. He could feel that many people on the street were whispering when they saw him neatly and decently. The street was very dim, with only weak candlelights and magic lights. Many special professionals were hiding in the dark. See By the time Ryan appeared, many people began to act.

The first person to walk up was an old man who approached tremblingly, and reached out to Ryan: "Sir, please help me, I haven't eaten for three days!"

"It doesn't matter if you haven't eaten for a few days, get out, or you won't blame me for being ruthless." Ryan said with squinting eyes.

"Please don't do this, please don't bully an old man, this gentleman...Oh, my legs and feet are not convenient..." The old man leaned on Ryan, and then seemed to be unable to stand still because of his old age and infirmity. Pounced on Ryan.

On the corner of the street, two young and strong boys are ready.

If the old man hits Ryan and Ryan stretches out his hand to help him, then they will pretend to be good-hearted people and rush up to take the opportunity to help the old man steal from Ryan.

If Ryan blocks or avoids, the two lads will use this as a reason to pull and stop Ryan from "bullying the old man", and then take the opportunity to pickpocket.

If Ryan dared to do it, it would be even better. They will find patrol guards as soon as possible, and then act as a "witness" to accuse Ryan of bullying the old man. At the same time, they negotiated private and took the opportunity to blackmail.

However, what happened next was beyond the two men's expectations. Between Ryan sneered, he directly reached out his hand to remove the wig from the old man's head, and then grabbed the old man and threw his hand away. The old man disappeared in the stunned eyes of the two young men. In the black night sky, I don't know where it was thrown.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Only the screams in the air were left.

"Hahahaha!" There were laughter from various practitioners everywhere in the street. Obviously, this young man was very skilled and was not an easy target, and he seemed to be proficient in such dark corners, so the thieves He quickly diverted his attention away from him, and began to think about the next good target.

A pedestrian in the street was stopped by Ryan: "Mr. Fuck? Why are you here?"

"Ah! Goodness, it's you!" Fake, who was holding a large plate of toast and roasted meat in his hand, was so scared that he almost threw it away: "What wind brought you to such a place?"

"What are you doing?" Seeing that no one was paying attention, Ryan came out with a smile and patted Fak on the shoulder.

"The boss was drinking in the bar in front. He asked me to come over and buy some supper." Fuck explained quickly.

"Interesting~ Lead the way, I also want to go to the bar to have a look!" Ryan thought it was just right, so he signaled Fack to lead the way.

"When... of course!" Without saying a word, the guard immediately led Ryan to open the door of a tavern.

The name of this tavern is the Slug Tavern. The black and decayed wooden signboard was wiped clean. A big slug logo and a line of small characters indicate that this is a bar.

The lights in the bar are very dim, there are only simple candles and whispering sounds. There are not many people in the bar. Most of the guests are chatting with the strong bartender on the bar. The depression of life.

Llane, led by Fack, found Oliver who was drinking alone in the corner: "Mr. Oliver?"

In the corner of the bar, the imperial merchant is sitting alone in a small cubicle. There is a candle lamp on the large table to illuminate the chubby face of the imperial merchant, and two glasses of cider are placed on the sturdy wooden table. And pear wine.

"Mr. Oliver? We meet again!" Ryan appeared in front of the imperial merchant, and then made a booed gesture at the imperial merchant who was full of surprise: "Low-key, low-key."

"Lane... Mr. Ryan?" Oliver was surprised at why Ryan appeared here, but the imperial merchant soon realized that Ryan didn't want to reveal his identity, so he didn't want so much at all: "A drink? I'll treat you."

"Well, come to the Apple Bar!" Ryan said to the waiter, and then took out a silver coin. The waiter took the silver coin and went away. He quickly brought three glasses of cider and didn't find any money.

"Hey, there is such a thing?" Ryan stared at the three glasses of cider in front of him for a while, while Oliver laughed loudly: "Forgot to tell you, Mr. Ryan, in this kind of place, as long as you don't say it carefully, waiter They don’t know how to get change. The amount of money you pay represents how much you buy. These greedy shopkeepers won’t spit out any coins they put in their pockets."

"Okay." Ryan held up his glass: "Cheers to our health!"

"Cheers to our purse!" Oliver also held up the wooden blackjack.

After drinking a few glasses of wine, paired with freshly baked bread and barbecue, the two men quickly talked.

Unlike the complacency in the city hall before, Oliver now has a decadent face and a very bad mood. Only after chatting did he know that Oliver had just left the banquet. The family members of his guards took the opportunity to block the door of the city hall. The imperial merchant asked him for a large pension. The merchants in Marienburg had the most credit. Oliver had no choice but to give it. This large pension almost emptied every gold coin in Oliver's body.

"Heavy loss, Mr. Lane, you know, I lost a lot on this trip to Nord, it’s still a trivial matter that the goods are gone, because I can offset part of the loss by selling the goods from Marienburg to Nord, but Too many people died on the way back. The pension alone is a big expenditure. Let me tell you this, Mr. Lane, I did it for nothing this year." Oliver just found an opportunity, so he vomited to Lane. Kushui: "Fortunately, one life was saved, not all of them were lost."

"Living is the best business. You can make more money if you don’t have money. If you don’t have a life, you can’t save it~" Ryan laughed, and Oliver nodded straight at hearing, and the distress in his heart dissipated a lot. : "Yes, yes! Mr. Lane makes sense!"

"Recently, our emperor defeated the barbarian army. The merchants who lent money to his majesty made a fortune. The emperor team seized a lot of gold and silver from the barbarians. This was originally another round of making money. I missed the opportunity to win.” Oliver said and was sad again. The imperial merchant leaned against his chair dejectedly: “Such a big business opportunity is right in front of me. I actually missed it. Now the share is robbed by those big businessmen. Go, there is no chance for me, this has lost a lot of money! Oh my God! Ms. Fortune, is this abandoning me?"

"Haha~" Ryan suddenly laughed. He raised his head and took a big mouthful of cider. The quality of cider in the slug bar was average. Compared with the mellow fruit wine, Ryan felt that the sour and astringent taste accounted for a larger part. Ryan thought that Oliver’s failure in this business trip also had something to do with him, and it also had something to do with Oliver’s bad luck. Although Ryan had no psychological burden, he suddenly felt that he could pull Oliver, so Ryan tidied his collar. He whispered: "But Mr. Oliver, you will lose more next time!"

"what?!"

"Next, the merchants who chose to support the emperor’s war will make a fortune. They can buy trophies from your majesty at a suitable price. The futures market will soar as the emperor repays the loan with a large inflow of funds. Copper and iron The price will also increase, and many businessmen have made a fortune.” Lane whispered the terrible facts: “Mr. Oliver has missed this precious opportunity to make money because of poor news, and he has lost even more.”

"Oh! No! Don't do this!" Oliver covered his eyes in pain, and the imperial merchant could feel countless wealth slipping through his fingers. This is the most painful thing for a merchant, because the merchant will always Only consider that what you earn is your own, and what you don't earn is a loss.

"You can't sit and wait any longer, my friend, you should take action! Otherwise, you will only lose more." Ryan suddenly whispered: "The village of Nord is full of barbarians, and the deserted and ruined town needs to be rebuilt... …"

"Yes...Yes!!!" Oliver immediately understood what Ryan meant. This was another huge business opportunity. The imperial merchants had already smelled the smell of gold: "I'm ready to act. I can't just look at what is in front of me. Loss, otherwise the long-term loss will only be greater."

The candle on the wooden table was slightly oscillating with Oliver's voice.

After the brief excitement passed, the imperial merchant was quickly hit again because he was in contact with reality: "But I have a fatal problem, Mr. Lane, I don’t have enough funds on hand. I still have two. A deal, undertaking the reconstruction of the land is of course a big problem, but..."

"I can lend you." Ryan's words seemed to Oliver.

"Really?!" Oliver felt that happiness came a little too suddenly.

"I don't like to lie, and this is our partnership in business, Mr. Oliver, not to mention elsewhere, in Nord, my name is better than the warrants of many lords." Ryan squinted his eyes and the corners of his mouth cocked. : "So this is a transaction. You need money, you need the trust of the lord, I need profit, you need your business methods, and we need each other, don't we?"

"Your words have conquered me. Indeed, Mr. Lane, I will let you know about my talents and my ability to operate." With the right goal, Oliver immediately lost his interest in drinking, and the imperial merchant immediately stated that he wanted Immediately purchasing a large number of goods and recruiting mercenary guards, Nord’s shipping is about to be closed, and he must not miss this opportunity to make money.

After the discussion, the two were about to get up, just at this moment, several women broke into the door of the tavern.

These women's faces were painted with grease and powder, wearing revealing clothes, walking around, writhing, scratching their heads, especially the low-grade perfume scent on their bodies was very disgusting.

They are street girls on this street.

These women have a typical feature-they are not beautiful, they may have too small eyes, too high nose bridge, too big mouth, but they still walk in the direction where Ryan and Oliver are. Obviously they had premeditated.

Ryan noticed that the waiters and bartenders in the bar had no response to the arrival of these street girls, so several women came to Ryan and Oliver together: "Gentlemen, do you need someone to accompany you? Or, do you need someone? Will you stay with me through the lonely night? Just drinking is not a good idea!"

"Sorry, I'm not interested, I have a lot of important things to do next, Fak? Let's go~" Oliver immediately shook his hand and said that he was not interested, and he wanted to rush back overnight to gather people.

"Mr. Ryan, are you with us?" Oliver also asked Ryan if he would like to be together, apparently trying to help him get rid of these street girls.

"No, I'll solve it myself." Ryan shook his hand and motioned to Oliver to leave him alone.

"Then Mr. Lane, see you later!" So Oliver hurried away with his guard.

"Hello everyone! Ladies, if you don't mind, how about I invite the three lucky ones to have a glass of barley?" Ryan's eyes rolled around, and then followed the three street girls: "You, you, and you, Just the three of you stay!"

So the three street girls sat down, and the waiter took the copper coin given by Ryan, and one offered a glass of barley wine.

The leading woman on the street is named Sarah. She has big hands and very hard facial features. Besides that, her appearance is pretty so-so, "Is this handsome guy alone? I called three at a time, right? Are you so confident?"

"Of course, haha!" Ryan's appearance is very handsome, his clothes are clean and tidy, it is not easy to appear in this kind of neighborhood at first glance.

"Where does the handsome guy come from?" Sarah picked up the barley and took a big gulp.

"I'm from Brunswick, a businessman, and my name is Rod~" Lane said casually: "I am friends with the Mr. Oliver just now!"

Ryan’s appearance is not a typical blonde Nordic appearance at all. His black-haired and blue-eyed appearance is typical of the core race of the empire-the appearance of the Aachen. He is from Aachen, and Ryan's low Gothic is quite standard, and there is no sense of disobedience to say that he is an empire.

After a few glasses of barley wine, Ryan motioned to go to the hotel together: "I think we can continue to'talk', I have a baby who wants you to see."

"Oh! Of course!" The street girls wanted to do Ryan's business.

So the group went to find the hotel.

Ryan's eyes narrowed inadvertently, because a divine white glow appeared in his consciousness.

"Ryan, my champion, what are you doing? Do you really think these indulgent people have something worth contacting?" The beautiful figure of the fairy in the lake descended in the sea of ​​consciousness of Ryan. A strange sense of danger: "Or do you have another purpose?"

"Of course I have another purpose, my lady, I am really not interested in what happened to these street girls, but..." Ryan's blue eyes rolled around, his mouth was raised high, and he was very confident.

"I just think that whether you can figure out whether the Fallen Hunter and Aestheticism are involved, and whether you can figure out what Aestheticism is, it must fall on these street girls!" Ryan's tone was very determined: "Interested. Supervisor, my lady."

"Interesting, then I will witness it all."