The apprentice deliberately placed his hand on the hilt of the knife.
"So when we pay you, it's no different than going to the street and grabbing someone for questioning."
Sir Conley thought for a while and unknowingly lowered his attitude: "My hotel is the most prosperous information station in Bonfire Town, and my information is more accurate and complete - I know the movements and intentions of the Wheel Gang. Chu. If you want to find Quillen, won’t these things help?”
If it doesn't help, what else are we going to tell you? Uriel knew what this cunning intelligence agent was thinking. He is afraid of us taking action, but also wants to make a fortune from our two unprofessional adventurers... Everyone would think that such a prestigious information exchange would definitely have the basic ability to protect its own safety, but Kang Li Jazz is no mystic.
So the apprentice forced himself not to show any anxiety: "Your help... is not cost-effective." He looked at the stairs behind Sir Conley with some anxiety, worried that a few mysterious people would suddenly rush down. Come upstairs. Of course Uriel believed that this was not because he was afraid of not being able to defeat them.
"I didn't see Mr. Xia Zuo." York interrupted at the right moment. "I heard that he was the lucky guy who discovered the Elf Gold Cup and quickly found a buyer?"
"This is the bad news on the street." Sir Conley glanced unnaturally, and sure enough, the mercenary held down the hilt of his sword.
Uriel suddenly realizes that the hunter Xia Zuo is the mysterious person of "Bad Brinze". With Sir Conley's greedy face, the job of guarding would probably not be easy. But now, because of the sale of the Elf Gold Cup, the hunter who has plenty of money has given up this unpleasant part-time job.
It was precisely because of his departure that things began to get really bad for "Bad Brinz". After all, Bonfire Town is located in a remote area, and there are only a few hundred residents in the town. No secret can be kept secret for a long time. As for the guys who sell intelligence and gossip, the hatefulness of these people depends on how good their business was.
"I'll tell you the truth, Sir Conley. This is for Mr. Calder's sake." Uriel pulled out his short sword, but his unskilled gesture made Conley feel intimidated. The apprentice felt the surge of magic power coming from beside him, but he didn't even look at York, who was preparing secretly. "The Wheel Gang escaped from Winnie Watts and they messed with the wrong people."
"I'm much more professional than you." Sir Conley first moved his weight to his left foot, then slowly moved his right foot back, and finally sat on the table. "I have known this information for a long time. Information that is worthless cannot be exchanged."
"Do you know who the Wheel Gang, or their leader Quillen, has provoked?"
"If you want to know the answer to this question, you have to pay extra. Of course, if you buy them together, the price is negotiable." Sir Conley was still insisting.
York behind them almost laughed out loud when he heard this. Uriel was much calmer than him, and said in a lower voice: "Do you think it was an order from the Holy Knights? They were indeed in Winniewitz, and they left from Bonfire Town. They took away the Elf Gold Cup and let the mysterious Come down here.”
"This is not a big problem. We have already reported the situation to Sir Neden. He is not a wretch like me. When the knights return to Bonfire Town with the gold cup, the matter will be solved sooner or later. After all - after such a long time, Nothing has changed in the town except the environment.”
Ser Conry talked him around, but Uriel had to concentrate on the topic. He suddenly lifted up the old knight's collar. "Yes, nothing has changed. The Gold Cup will come back, and so will the business. As soon as Quillen became York's defeat, you are already planning to invite the old employees back to their positions? I think you haven't woken up from your dream yet -"
He paused for a moment, allowing the old knight to let out a scream. York drew his sword, but Quillen did not come back, and the gangsters from the Wheel Gang were nowhere to be seen. "Very good, let's continue discussing."
"What do you want to know? I'll tell you everything!" Sir Conley finally gave up on the deal. In other words, he agreed to another deal, which was to use information to buy his own life.
"The movements and purposes of the Wheel Gang, Sir, have not been forgotten at all. I know that you hired him to do work, look after your home, and maybe even solicit business for you... But now this vicious dog has disappeared. Now you run away alone. Businessmen are all smart people who can distinguish right from wrong, and we are not patrolmen who like to get involved - you can tell the truth, and then we will do our own things."
After a moment of silence, Sir Conley gave up on trying to pass the test. Uriel had known this for a long time. He understood the thoughts of these people and knew all about luck. Only when all his escape routes and possible escape methods are blocked at the same time, leaving only a straw to reveal the truth, can his mouth be pried open.
"Quilen came to me on his own initiative. We have cooperated before. This time he asked me to help, how could I have any reason to refuse?" the old knight sighed.
Uriel let go, wanting to hear what tricks he would come up with.
But York has lost patience with this cunning little noble: "I'm afraid he doesn't think so. Do you know who is chasing them? The Paladins of the Glorious Council are not inhuman evil ghosts." The apprentice had a vague premonition of him. What to say, but at the same time I felt that this description was not very good, but it was too late to stop him: "It's Croita's envoy who wants his head, you idiot! If Quillen is nowhere to be seen, your cute little lord will never get the sky. Tower of Recognition.”
Gaia, I was originally going to talk about the Lancaster family... Why did you put yourself in the same danger as Sir Conley? Uriel felt a chill go down his spine when he heard this, and he just wanted to draw a clear line with the orange-faced man immediately.
Sir Conley's face suddenly turned from white to gray, and all his tricks disappeared.
Fortunately, when York used Joey's name to threaten the poor old Sir, he still remembered to mention the old story of Winnie Watts. Otherwise, the thing worse than borrowing a reputation is that this reputation doesn't work.
By then, adding fuel to the fire will only make things worse.
But now that the matter has come to this, he can only cooperate and say: "York is right, the messenger is negotiating with the Holy Knights... and will soon get the Elf Gold Cup. He may not care whether Bonfire Town can be transformed back." .”
York glanced at him with relief.
No, we are different, I just told the truth and you made it up out of thin air. Uriel muttered to himself. He really hoped that Joey would let him go. After all, there was still a scroll of oath to prove that he wasn't lying, right?
"Quilen asked me to provide him with a room, and he would be responsible for taking over Xia Zuo's work to pay him." Sir Conley said, "I had no choice but to do it. He led his people to occupy my empty house and attic, and every once in a while Every time — which is about five minutes or so — different people come down to pick up food, one portion at a time.”
"Eating in order?" Uriel grasped the key point.
"It's still in order of food intake." Sir Conley was very convinced. Uriel didn't hear anything strange in his tone. He thought those people were doing some kind of work that couldn't be done without human hands.
"Then, they shouldn't be above our heads now."
"Just last night, the gang leader went out with his men and didn't come back until this morning. At first, I guessed that they were doing their old business in Bonfire Town-"
"However, no relevant news came out, and even the number of homeless people was not small." Uriel replied.
York didn't see him stopping at the newsstand.
"There are basically no secrets here that can be kept until dawn." The old knight muttered, "You are absolutely right, you have the talent to take over from me, I can see that." He turned to the Golden Cup. "Do you know the relationship between Alan Wo and the Elf Gold Cup?"
Uriel and York looked at each other. "I guess you saw this word from the stone tablet."
"The City of Green Rose is an ancient town. It was founded in the era of ancient elves..."
"We understand."
"Oh, I think you also know this common sense. So let's get straight to the point." Sir Conley coughed, "Forgive me, this old guy, he only remembers that this town was destroyed by the tide of the Black Moon - the one outside It’s a river, there’s something strange there, I advise you not to get on the boat if it’s okay – this is all historical records.”
You don't know anything. I'm afraid you heard these things from the ship. Uriel thought of the river filled with songs and long poems. It was originally called the Black Moon River.
"The golden cup is an ancient elven ritual. Alanwo built it and planned to transport it to the Sara people, but all the cargo ships were lost in a storm. The elven golden cup was lost together in the Black Moon River and became the possession of the fairies. .”
"Why don't the elves salvage the property?" York interrupted.
"The Black Moon River is a mysterious river. Legend has it that its source is on the moon. Things that fall into the water during the full moon will be sacrificed to the Broken Moon, but the Broken Moon does not require living sacrifices."
Sir Conley spoke so eloquently that Uriel couldn't help but ask: "How do you know this?"
"To tell you the truth, when I was following Quillen and the others last night, I accidentally stepped onto a boat."
Uriel couldn't help but look at the old knight in front of him in great surprise. He could actually track down a group of ruthless gangsters as an ordinary person. This courage and skill appeared on this face covered with wrinkles and cunning. It was so teaching. People are awkward.
"Where does the Black Moon River lead to?" The apprentice refrained from discussing this issue. "There is also the alliance between the elves and the Salar people. You know the details, right?"
"I don't know. I got off the boat at the end of the town, and the river is still flowing without end. As for Sara and the ancient elves, their past is harder to guess than the cargo ship that sank in the Black Moon River. There is at least a chance that the golden cup will be picked up by some lucky hunter in the snowy mountains, but the Sala people don’t even have a record of it.”
York asked: "What about Quillen?"
"I followed them until they walked out of the gate of Greenbrier City."
"They're out of town?"
"And all the way south." The old knight recalled, his tone still confused. "The Eternal Blue Vein has to go west. There are only snow-capped mountains to the south."
"That's great. Now no one can confirm what you said."
"No!" the old knight said quickly, "I know what he is going to do. Those people are looking for treasures...elven treasures. Just now Quillen came back to me to take away all the food and water. He said he would use mountains of gold cup to pay for the trip."
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