The half-elf of Disa often refers to the boy born to a female warrior of Hemer and a half-elf adventurer. Their appearance is slightly more beautiful than the Disa half-elves, but there is no obvious difference. However, the vast majority of hybrids grew up in remote adventuring strongholds, and their behavior is definitely different from the half-elves living in city-states. In particular, mixed-race children who have just arrived in the city-state know nothing, are curious about everything, and look like country bumpkins who have never seen the world. They will inevitably be discriminated against by the locals. After they get to know each other well in the town, who will be able to tell that they are of mixed race?
The discrimination of half-elf civilians towards half-breeds is more out of jealousy. They are jealous that they are handsome, physically strong, and have the blood of rock elves. At least, beautiful and strong hybrids are more likely to be favored by half-elf women.
Just good looks alone cannot be used to distinguish a half-breed from an ordinary half-elf. The appearance and appearance of the Highland half-elves are also outstanding. Who dares to discriminate against the appearance of the Highland half-elves and slander them as hybrids? Don’t want to live anymore?
The old wolf did not doubt the knowledge of the caravan man Lockerbie. He thought that the guy named Victor was behaving like a country bumpkin, and Lockerbie recognized his mixed-race identity.
This piece of information is very interesting.
If there is a silly mixed-race person among those five people, does it mean that they come from some remote adventure base?
However, the underskirts worn by Ruth and Jessica withstood the whipping without being damaged, so they were obviously high-end goods. How could they come from remote areas?
Doubts arose in the old wolf's heart, his face darkened, and he threatened the caravan man with a fierce tone: "Lockerby, you dare to lie to me?! How dare you lie to me? I will let you know right away what the price will be for the person who cheated me. The price...do it!"
Several thugs nearby immediately stepped forward to control Lockerbie, took out a sharp dagger and pointed it at his left little finger, intending to cut it off. The caravan boy was so frightened that he shouted: "Don't, don't... Big boss, I didn't lie to you, I swear I didn't lie to you! They brought treasure, I saw it!"
Lockerbie was so frightened that the old wolf stopped his men and said: "Lockerby, Lockerbie... I will give you another chance to tell you everything you know. If you still play tricks with me, be careful. Your thumb.”
Lockerbie held his little finger that was almost broken off, panted for a while, and said in fear: "Big boss, I really didn't lie to you... I don't know where I said the wrong thing."
"How do you know that Victor is not pretending to be a mixed race?" Old Wolf said coldly: "My rule here is that anyone who deliberately provides wrong information should die."
Lockerbie shook his head and smiled bitterly, defending: "Big boss, Victor is very tall, nearly 1.9 meters tall, and has a well-proportioned figure. He is quite handsome, but his eyes are particularly beautiful, like two pure sapphires. The team Everyone here thinks he is a mixed race from Taku... I am not the only one who said that."
The old wolf and the thugs were stunned. Like most of the Disa half-elves, they have never seen the Hemer and Taku tribes living in remote areas in their lives, but there are many rumors about the rock elves. Especially the Taku tribe, they are mysterious and powerful, and their number is extremely rare. It is even rarer to have mixed-race children born from Taku clan and half-elf women. The most striking characteristic of these mixed-race children is their height.
The height of the Ta Ku mixed-race child is at least 1.8 meters, and his body proportions are particularly well-proportioned. They would be very conspicuous if they stood together with the half-elves whose average height was only 1.7 meters. Some of the half-elf civilians are tall and burly, but their bodies are not as well-proportioned and slender as the tower cave hybrids.
Of course, just because Victor is tall and well-proportioned and handsome, we cannot assume that he is a mixed-race child from Taku. In fact, he is more likely to be the illegitimate son of a famous noble.
The old wolf is more knowledgeable than the caravan guys, at least he knows more about the famous families in the highlands than the caravan guys.
There are rumors that the big shot in charge of the underground world in Beibang, Luoye City, is the illegitimate son of a famous noble. He is also tall, well-proportioned and handsome in appearance. But he has always claimed that he is of mixed race.
The old wolf once thought maliciously that the powerful underground king claimed to have noble rock elf blood, but he did not dare to admit his identity as an illegitimate son of a famous family. Otherwise, his brothers and sisters would definitely crush him to death like a bedbug in order to prevent illegitimate children from coming to fight for the family property.
"Do you think that Victor talks and acts like a hybrid?" Old Wolf continued to ask.
"Well...he doesn't like to talk much. He seems very arrogant and indifferent to everyone."
The old wolf has never met the Hemo or Takwu tribe, but in terms of life experience, Lockerbie, who traveled all over the country with the armed caravan, is far inferior to him. The old wolf didn't believe that there were any mixed-race children in the Tower. They were just bastards of noble bastards, flaunting that their origins were nobler than ordinary half-elves, but they didn't dare to admit that they were bastards from famous noble families.
That Victor might have been the illegitimate son of a nobleman, perhaps several generations away. But he must be in despair, at least he doesn't have the secret support of famous nobles like the underground king of Luoye City.
If this is really the case, Lao Lang feels that many of the questions are reasonable. He guessed that the five strangers who hitched a ride to Water Snake Town were his companions.
The Thieves Guild's business includes theft, fraud, kidnapping for extortion, murder and trafficking, as well as human trafficking.
Unlike slave traders, thieves and human traffickers are illegal.
In the Disa Union, slaves were divided into two types: wage slaves and private slaves. Wage slaves sold themselves to wealthy people, while private slaves were completely private property belonging to their masters and could be disposed of as they pleased. In addition to the most common barbarian slaves, there are also criminal half-elves who are publicly auctioned by the trial hall to make up for the losses of the victims.
The offspring of private slaves are still private slaves, and their owners have the right to resell them. This resulted in a large number of half-elf private slaves. For example, the Earth Temple openly bought young half-elf private slaves, trained them first, and then resold them at a high price.
However, there is a beautiful term for selling private slaves in the Earth Temple, called "Divine Grace Selection."
The Thieves Guild is not qualified to get involved in the trade of barbarian slaves and private slaves. Their human trafficking is real trafficking. Young children, young and beautiful women, and men in ordinary civilian families are all targets of thieves. In fact, the phenomenon of human trafficking has been going on for many years under the cover of the private slave trade, and there are gangs of thieves who specialize in this kind of business. In the underworld, human traffickers are known as "black pigeons."
Lao Lang has seen this kind of thing a lot. He provided cover for the Black Pigeon gang and took their money.
However, gangsters have their own territory. The black pigeons in Fallen Leaf City and their counterparts in Rapids City can cooperate with each other, but neither can cross the boundary. Therefore, Old Wolf was not familiar with the Black Pigeon gang in Rapid City.
Old Wolf estimates that Harvey, Maddie and Victor should be the black pigeons of Rapid City. Most of them were tricked. They received two hot items and were not allowed to run away from Luoye City.
The two women they brought with them may be the wives of wealthy families in Rapid City, and they were mad before they were abducted. The reason is simple. If they were not crazy and could identify themselves, Harvey and the others would never be fooled.
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; "Harvey and the others have all entered Water Snake Town?" Old Wolf asked again.
"Yes, they entered the town, and I followed them quietly for a while. They live there..."
Lockerbie also wanted to betray the whereabouts of Harvey and others, but the old wolf blocked his words with a contemptuous look.
Water Snake Town is only so big. If Old Wolf can't even trace the whereabouts of five strangers, he doesn't have to mess around. No matter whether Harvey and the others are staying in a hotel, a tavern, or renting a civilian house, someone will deliver the news to the old wolf before the sun sets today.
Nothing in Water Snake Town can be hidden from the eyes and ears of the Thieves Guild, and Lockerbie himself is also the old wolf's spy.
He described the appearance, features and clothing details of Harvey and others in detail, and finally said as if taking credit: "Big boss, these five people of unknown origin are carrying a large rattan basket, and there must be a lot of valuable treasures in it. Look, I The remuneration..."
According to the rules of the Thieves Guild, when a thief attacks a target, a portion of the stolen property must be given to the informant who provides intelligence. The old wolf never treats those who do things for him badly, but he can sit in this position only because of his caution. Even if he wants to attack three black pigeons, there is no need to rush. You can wait a few days to explore their background, maybe this will happen. A piece of information itself is valuable.
The old wolf took out a few silver coins from the drawer, threw them in front of Lockerbie, and said with a smile: "You take this money first, it is enough for you to go to the tavern to have fun. Based on my reputation, old wolf, I asked you to do what I asked you to do." If you do a good job, I will give you no less... But don’t worry about things that are not your business! Do you understand?"
When he said the last two sentences, the old wolf's tone became particularly stern, full of warning. Lockerbie obeyed and reached out to pick up a few silver coins on the table.
At this time, there was a knock on the door outside, and everyone in the house became alert and did not make any sound.
This is a den of thieves, and the code for knocking on the door is wrong!
The gatekeeper looked back at the old wolf and saw him shaking his head slightly, so he did not open the window on the door. He only put his ear against the wooden door to listen to what was going on outside.
Not only is this room secluded, it is also very soundproofed. The janitor heard nothing outside, but he knew something was wrong.
The entrance to this dead-end alley is guarded by members of the Thieves Guild, so outsiders cannot enter the alley. Since the person who knocked on the door couldn't match the code, how did he get in?
Without even needing to be greeted by the old wolf, several thieves in the house took out their sharp knives and short crossbows and were on guard.
Suddenly, there was a loud "bang", and all six iron door latches that locked the iron wooden door were shaken open. The janitor was caught off guard and was thrown out by the opened wooden door. He was first hung on the wall of the front hall and then slid down. I saw him tilting his head, sitting in the corner and already unconscious.
A strong man with an unfamiliar appearance broke into the door and cursed: "Bah! A bunch of rat cubs are hiding in the house silently. Do they not want to do business?!"
The caravan boy saw the appearance of the person clearly and immediately let out a scream.
"It's Harvey!"
Harvey also saw Lockerbie. He thought for a moment and then became furious: "Lockerbie! How dare you betray me!"
Lockerbie suddenly stood up from his chair, jumped behind the old wolf, and begged: "Big boss, save me! He is Harvey."
Before the old wolf had time to react, he was already face to face with the strange strong man striding towards him.
Mondo, who was sitting on the sofa like a wooden man, finally moved. He stepped between the intruder and the boss in a flash. Several other gangsters also surrounded the intruder from different directions.
The thugs left by the old wolf were all professional thugs, especially the bald and mutilated Mundo, who was a third-level professional thug. He was very famous in the underground fighting arena in Beibang, Luoye City, killing and maiming more than 40 opponents, and even killed and maimed more than 40 opponents in one battle. In a gambling match, he killed a fourth-level professional swordsman with his bare hands.
The old wolf spent a lot of money to recruit Mondo to his command.
Mundo did not disappoint the old wolf. He stopped the aggressive Harvey at the critical moment. He looked at Harvey expressionlessly, his hollow eyes shining with a dangerous cold light, and he shook his head slowly and forcefully, signaling the other person not to act rashly, otherwise he would die!
Mundo, who is bald and mutilated, has an intimidating and ferocious flame when he is serious, completely suppressing the momentum of the intruder. But the thieves seemed to have forgotten that the janitor who had just been knocked away was also a level three thug, and his strength was second only to Mundo.
Harvey, who was thick and stocky, glanced at the half-elf thug, suddenly raised his hand and slapped him in the face.
"What are you pretending to be?"
The level of a professional represents the secret blood ability, and is not necessarily related to the professional's personal combat effectiveness, unless it reaches a qualitative change of level six, and professionals below level six, including level five venerables, are not necessarily able to crush lower-level professions. By.
In actual combat, it is not uncommon for low-level professionals to leapfrog their opponents and defeat them. This all depends on personal combat experience and fighting will, rather than secret blood ability.
The Disa Alliance originally created the thug career path with the intention of cultivating Berserkers who could compete with the Barbarian Fighters. Unfortunately, the attempt to create the Berserker career path ended in failure. It became a nondescript thug career, with the highest achievement stopping at level three.
But when it comes to close combat, the thug profession is undoubtedly the number one. As the leader of the thugs, Mundo knew from experience that Harvey only wanted to slap him, not kill him. But Mundo either doesn't take action, or he kills him when he does.
Mundo ignited the secret blood and instantly gained terrifying explosive power. His swollen muscles burst the clothes on his body. He punched Harvey's abdomen with a lightning-fast punch, and the air formed a wave of air on his fist.
Secret skill - body explosion.
No matter how strong a professional's secret blood ability is, it's useless if it can't be used to its full potential. The mob's close combat skills are designed to prevent the opponent from having time to exert his secret blood ability!
Even if Harvey can withstand this fierce personal jab, Mundo is confident that he will kill him on the spot with the next three consecutive blows.
"Snapped!"
With a loud and crisp slap on Mundo's face, the top thug of the Thieves Guild in Water Snake Town fell down and fell unconscious.
The remaining professional thugs were stunned for a moment, and then they remembered to join forces to attack, and all the bayonets, short crossbows, and fists and claws were directed at Harvey's body.
"Pa", "pa", "pa".
After Harvey slapped him several times in succession, the entire den of thieves fell silent.
The old wolf saw all his henchmen fainting on the ground, but they were not dead and could still breathe. The leader of the thieves suddenly reacted, quickly stood up from the chair, bowed his waist, and said with an apologetic smile: "Mr. Harvey, what do you want to buy? I will try my best to satisfy you, and I dare not let you down..."
