"Lord George, please allow me to ask one more question... Is the matter of your appointment as a black guard treated as a confidential matter, or is it handled as a piece of information?"
"It turns out he was worried about being killed and silenced."
George was dumbfounded by the bartender's cautious expression. Although George was not a murderous person and did not care whether this matter would spread, his curiosity also prompted him to raise his doubts to the bartender:
"Well...if we deal with it as information, how much is this information worth?"
"If you want to acquire this information, I will pay fifty gold coins!" the bartender said firmly.
"The price is okay, then I'll trouble you to buy this information." Although George pretended to be calm on the surface, he was secretly stunned in his heart. He didn't expect that just the news of the Black Guard taking office could be worth so much money. You know , fifty gold coins can probably buy half of this underground tavern, and is there really that much money hidden in this dirty and smelly tavern?
Unexpectedly, the bartender was overjoyed when he heard George's approval. He returned to the kitchen in a few seconds, pulled down the soundproof curtain, and after muttering with the chubby bartender for a while, he trotted over with a heavy bag of gold coins in his arms. And quietly stuffed it into George's hand.
After watching George actually accept the gold coins, the bartender with a swollen face showed a satisfied expression, as if it was not George who received the money, but himself.
"By the way, Sir George, have you arranged a place to stay tonight? If not, please let me do my best! If you need it, I know many high-quality goods here, I guarantee your satisfaction!"
The bartender said with a "you know" look.
"Accommodation... I'll trouble you. Besides, I have to go on my way tomorrow morning, so I don't need you to provide any 'goods'. Do you understand?"
If he had followed the arrangements before entering the city, George should have stayed with Rex and Arthur in a high-end mansion arranged by the city lord. But judging from the current situation, if he didn't find a place to stay, he would really have to sleep on the street tonight. .
"I understand, please rest assured!"
…
Under the guidance of the bartender, George stayed at the best high-end hotel nearby and had a good sleep. Little did he know that while he was asleep, the bartender knocked on dozens of aristocratic houses overnight. The front door of the mansion. Every time the bartender knocks on the door, every time he enters a courtyard, every time he warns a noble, George's appointment means that he can get ten more gold coins for his hard work and the favor of the noble gentlemen. Moreover, the bartender deliberately puts it first. When a visiting nobleman, the Macbeth family, mentioned the Inquisition to the steward at the door, the patriarch of the family even visited the bartender in person. After hearing the news, he directly gave the bartender a hundred gold coins as a reward!
The night is dark and the moon is red!
…
According to the location given by the bartender last night, the Heretic Trial Temple near the City of Alexandria is located near the mountain area to the north of the city, and the transit town of Morak is also on the only way to the temple.
Although under his crotch is Xantos, the King of Nightmare Beasts who travels thousands of miles, George does not intend to use Xantos’ high-speed movement and endurance for battlefield attack. The best way is to keep a low profile, so George still plans to Stay in the small town of Morak for a few days and visit the famous blacksmith mentioned by the bartender to make a brand new saddle for Xantos.
However, George's travel plan was already facing the possibility of being shelved before it even started.
The north gate of the city of Alexandria.
"Excuse me, are you the great Sir George Lucifer?" Just as George was about to leave the city, a little old man with a bulging belly and a kind face blocked his way.
Although this little old man was an ordinary person with no power, George noticed that there were two followers beside him who kept their heads lowered. The aura on their bodies was obviously that of people who had experienced hundreds of battles. George carefully examined Unexpectedly, it was discovered that the combat power of these two followers was even close to the average level of the Crusaders, which was the third level of advanced combat power. Even George did not dare to say that he could easily defeat them at the same time.
It must not be easy to hire such a master as a personal guard. George suddenly became very interested in this little old man.
"I'm George Lucifer. Tell me, how much did you tip the bartender?"
George had guessed who exposed his whereabouts from the beginning. He didn't show up early or late, but he showed up right after he woke up. If the bartender hadn't sold him for a good price, he would rather believe that there were still people in the world. What a pie in the sky thing.
"A mere hundred gold coins is nothing. If Sir Lucifer is willing to take the time to listen to the villain's appeal, the villain is willing to pay ten times, or even a hundred times the price!"
The little old man's tone was quite harsh, but George was willing to believe a little bit of what he said. Anyway, George was not in a hurry, and the little old man opposite didn't seem to have any ill intentions, so why not listen to what he had to say.
"Please lead the way."
