"The guest has good eyesight! The man who just won money and ran away is nicknamed 'Lucky Rabbit Foot'. His actual combat ability is not very good, but he is very good at concealment and tracking. According to rumors, he used to be an officer in the Intelligence Bureau, and he was in the Chaotic Camp After staying for a long time, he committed adultery with his boss's wife when he came back. He was kicked out by the army and was beaten to the point where his knees were lame, so he became this virtuous person."
The bartender shrugged, expressing his disapproval.
"How much is this information worth?"
George was not fooled by the bartender's chatty tone, but went straight to the core of the topic.
"This news just now is given for free, but if you want to continue to hear some useful information, then pay fifteen silver coins first, which is the price of half a gold coin. Of course, if you have high-priced information, I am here I’ll accept it too, guaranteeing a fair price.”
When it came to business, the bartender's voice was obviously lowered.
According to his many years of experience in the industry, people who come to drink in his pub are divided into two types - those who use drinking as a guise to vent their troubles, and those who use drinking as a guise to inquire about information.
Since this guest is not in a hurry to get drunk and become crazy, he probably wants to keep a sober head and become the second kind of person.
"Okay, here is a gold coin. In addition to the tidbits just now, I also want to inquire about another news, about the Inquisition..."
When George just said the words "Inquisition", the bartender in front of him, who had a fierce look on his face, suddenly showed a panicked expression, his Adam's apple rolled, and his hands were already subconsciously touching under the table. go.
George had long noticed that there was always an unsheathed sharp knife under the table.
"calm!"
George grabbed the bartender's arm. Although his slender fingers did not exert much force, no matter how hard the bartender struggled, his arm covered with knife marks could not move at all.
Seeing that the situation was out of control, the bartender wanted to roar to attract rescue and commotion, but as George's pupils flashed a red light, he felt like a rooster being held by the throat, and his face turned red but He couldn't make any sound, and he couldn't even bite his tongue to kill himself.
"Listen, you idiot, I'm just here to ask for directions. I don't want to find trouble with the Inquisition."
George paused and continued to add: "I am George, George Lucifer, a viscount conferred by His Highness Rex Lewis. Now, according to His Highness Rex's order, I am preparing to leave for the nearby Heretic Tribunal to take up the post of Black Lord. Yiwei, please tell me the location of the nearest Heretic Trial Temple."
After finishing speaking, George lifted the blood control technique on the bartender and took out two certificates from the space bag. One was George's viscount title letter, which also highlighted George's territory - Fortress Juarez. jurisdiction, and the other is the letter of appointment of the Black Guards of the Inquisition.
When George and his party entered the city of Alexandria, Rex and Arthur began to prepare for Michael's banquet with the saint who appeared from nowhere. On George's side, Rex, who was extremely busy, simply sent a monk. After handing the two certificates to George, he ignored him.
As a result, George, who had been standing in the corner of the city hall for a long time, found that there was no place for him in maintaining law and order or in feasting. It was as if the whole world had completely forgotten about George.
In desperation, George could only drag his king of nightmare beasts, Xantos, to a corner of the city for a drink and to gather information.
George also carefully checked the certificate given by Rex before showing it to the bartender. He discovered that although the Lewis family coat of arms and Rex Lewis's signature stamped on the two certificates were genuine, there seemed to be some problems with both certificates:
In the Viscount's power of attorney proving the ownership of the territory of Fort George Juarez, although the regulations seemed normal, there was a fatal flaw - the power of attorney only stated jurisdiction and no inheritance rights.
For a knight, if he only has jurisdiction and no inheritance rights, then he is no different from an ordinary city lord. After George's death, the empire can reclaim this territory in any name.
Although Rex's abacus was very good, he made one mistake. George's bloodline is half of the vampire blood. His natural life span is much longer than that of ordinary people, unless George is halfway through. Accidental death, otherwise, George's natural birth, old age, illness and death? Although I don’t know if the Parada Empire can wait, at least Rex can’t wait.
In the same way, although there seemed to be no problem with the Black Guard's letter of appointment, George's sixth sense told him that there must be some hidden problems in the letter of appointment.
However, in any case, it is still very useful to use the family crest of the Pope family to scare ordinary people.
"God of light, you are really a guard in black! Forgive me for being clumsy! Please forgive me!" The tall and rich bartender in front of him had put down all his dignity and face at this moment, and bent down and lowered his head to apologize to George. His head could no longer be lowered, and he almost smashed his head directly into the bar table.
The bartender's huge body, his humble attitude, and George's body shape, which was much thinner than his, were a scene full of contradictions that should have been somewhat funny, but at this time, George couldn't laugh at all.
"Just the sign of the Heretic Tribunal can scare the intelligence dealers who have been in the gray area all year round. What kind of dragon and tiger's den am I going to go to next!"
Although George was so worried, the only thing he could do at the moment was to report to the Heretic Trial Temple, and then find a chance to chat with his father-in-law, Arthur.
After all, if this king of nightmare beasts follows the script written by his "boss" - Elf King Alvin, George will have to find an opportunity to hand it over to him.
