Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 119 White Crow Mercenary Group

The 'Slumbering Dragon' tavern is a small building made of beautiful red bricks and stones.

From noon to late at night, the lobby on the first floor is always crowded and noisy, whether it is the high stools by the counter or the wooden chairs by the long tables are all occupied.

The air is filled with the smell of tobacco and thick soup, and waiters are constantly shuttling back and forth between the wooden tables.

The chatty and enthusiastic businessmen quarreled endlessly as soon as they came in, the dedicated businessmen argued with their peers over the price of their products, and the less dedicated businessmen stretched out their hands from time to time to pinch the buttocks of the waitresses to brush up their sense of existence.

There are also quite a few travelers and vagrants of unknown origin, who always find a corner by themselves, sit and drink in silence, listening to the local stupid people, pretending to be well-informed and talking.

There are even hooded or face-covered people, most of whom come here to trade prohibited items or conduct some secret negotiations with ulterior motives.

The poet, hiding in the shadow of the firelight, sang the waves of the sea, the gallantry of the captain, and the charm of the mermaid, whom he deliberately portrayed in vivid detail from beginning to end.

"Think about it, my dear chap," cried Sir Tix the Sheriff to the innkeeper, who slapped the table twice so that the glasses slammed on it, and leaned over the counter to drown out the sound. The hustle and bustle around.

"There are five people in total, all wearing black fur-collared cloaks in the style of Tagrela and embroidered with white crows. My guards saw them coming in through the west gate. Are they here? Or have they gone to other taverns?"

The proprietor of the tavern has a vicious scar face. He stands behind the counter with a pipe in his mouth, fiddling with his account books, as if he doesn't want to answer.

When he heard the voice and saw the face of the interrogator, he trembled instantly, and the winding pipe fell from the corner of his mouth onto the ledger.

The tavern owner quickly patted out the splashing sparks, raised his head and squeezed out an ugly smile, showing his mouth full of blackened teeth:

"Here they live, my lord. They say they're here to see His Majesty's tournament for the princess, but they're all armed, Gods, and look like a bunch of desperate mercenaries, dressed like As you said, with white crows embroidered."

"Very good." Sir Tix nodded, looked around again, and asked in confusion, "Where are they now? Why didn't I see anyone?"

"In the compartment No. 15 on the second floor, they paid a lot of money, and they paid full-quality gold Tegrila coins." The tavern owner shared his joy.

"Did you see that, the Duke of Tigrila?" Sir Tix looked at Brian behind him with a smug face - he was wearing a thick black cloak, with one hand hanging on his waist indifferently the hilt of his sword, remained silent.

"As I said, as long as I am within my jurisdiction, I can find out even the goblin hiding in the sewer for you. Do you know? A few days ago, the goblin that ran out of the circus The troublesome goblin was found by me from the sewer..."

"Thank you for your help, Sir." Brian reached out to stop his endless boasting: "You don't need to go in, let's part here."

"My gods, this is really a wise decision." Sir Tix was visibly relieved, "This is the best, but you have to be careful, the royal city has been in chaos recently.

Knights from all over the world came one after another, and for each knight came two freeriders, three artisans, six soldiers, a dozen businessmen, and two dozen lovely girls.

As for the thieves, there are so many that I dare not even guess.In the cold winter that is approaching, I should have been hiding at home around the stove, but half the people in the city were so busy that they were dizzy, so many guys... there was another riot in a tavern last night, two fights with knives..."

"The day before yesterday, a woman's head was found floating in the moat. No one knows where that head came from, and no one knows whose head it was." The vicious tavern owner answered. Looking at the account book I just calculated, I smiled very happily.

"It's really scary." The sheriff trembled, "Gods have mercy, if this continues, I'm afraid even the order in the city won't be maintained."

"I'll pay attention." Brian replied calmly.

"I still don't feel at ease." Sir Tix said worriedly: "Why don't I ask two guards to follow you? I really don't understand why you are looking for those desperate mercenaries."

"There's no need to make things so formal." Brian said indifferently, "I'm just discussing one thing with them, and I won't kill people because of it."

"My good sir, you have misunderstood the meaning of the magistrate." The tavern owner continued as he filled the pipe with shredded tobacco:
"What he meant was that those desperate mercenaries from Tigrila are very dangerous. Keeping up with the two guards can at least make them feel a bit more scruples."

Brian didn't answer, a round head suddenly poked out from the cloak on his shoulders.

This is a black cat the size of a palm.

"Meow!"

It lay on Brian's shoulder, frowning humanely, shaking the whiskers on both sides, and let out a demonstrative growl impatiently.

The sheriff and the tavern owner seemed to have heard ravings from hell, and when they came back to their senses, Brian's figure had disappeared at the stairway of the hall.

The two looked at each other in horror, the door of the tavern was pushed open, a gust of cold wind hit them, and they felt the cold sweat on their backs at the same time.

When the bards in the hall on the first floor became more and more unsightly mermaid songs reached their final climax, Brian had already arrived at the door of compartment 15 on the second floor.

Without hesitation, he pushed open the concealed door and walked in directly.

Four people were sitting around the table eating, and the last person, for some unknown reason, hid alone in the shadow of the corner.

The room was filled with a sweet aroma, but it couldn't completely mask the smell of foot odor, sour wine and barbecue.

"Who?!"

The person who first spotted Brian stood up from his chair and shouted.

He casually picked up the long-handled steel hammer leaning against the table. He was a bald man, his face disfigured by a scar across his left eyebrow, bridge of nose and right cheek.

"Calm down, Thirteen, sit down!" An unquestionable voice made the scarred man with the hammer forcefully sit back on the chair.

Brian narrowed his eyes, looking at the person who gave the order.

This is a middle-aged man, he is sitting at the table, drinking a glass of wine calmly.

Under the orange-yellow candlelight, the long milky white hair almost turned golden, but it also made the bags under his eyes look like two bags.

He wore a black cloak with a fur collar in the style of a tegrila, fastened with a silver-white crow button, and the silver mail gleamed under the cloak.

Still fully armed in the cubicle of the tavern, Brian knew that mercenaries who lived to this age must be cautious.

"I'm here to find the head of the White Crow Mercenary Group." Brian said straight to the point.

"Boss, who is this guy? Do you know him?" A stout man with braids pressed his hand on the weapon on the table and asked the white-haired man.

Brian looked at the weapons on the table calmly.

He found that it was a Niluskan scimitar, an exclusive weapon worn by a warg or winter wolf knight, and it was very useful for slashing.

"Fourteen, I seem to have seen him somewhere." A thin, slender and agile-looking man who had gone through many years of vicissitudes of life narrowed his eyes and looked at Brian with evil eyes.

"It doesn't matter where you met him, Sacco." The white-haired man put down the wine glass in his hand and said in a calm tone: "All you need to remember is that from today onwards, he will be the Duke of Longshou Harbor and the Storm Islands. "

"When did this happen, Karpas?" The thin man named Sacco asked in surprise.

"Yesterday." The white-haired man called Karpas replied calmly.

After finishing speaking, he winked at the man with braids beside him, who was called 'Fourteen'. The man understood instantly, picked up the machete on the table and stood up.

"Your Duke of Longshou Port, please sit down." Karpas pointed to the vacated seat, smiled at Brian, and greeted him.

Bryan also smiled back, passed the 'Fourteen' holding a machete without any hesitation, and sat on the vacated chair.

Apart from being wary of a fifth person who had been hiding in the shadows from the beginning to the end, he didn't care about the guy who was holding a machete and blocking the door with inconspicuous movements.

"I know you are a prince, but you are just a prince. In fact, there is no difference between knowing and not knowing." Karpas said unhurriedly:
"What to drink? Although the bread here is not fresh, the broth is indescribably bad. You see, a piece or two of meat that is floating, said to be dog meat, but it seems to me to be goblin meat.

However, don’t worry, at least these things won’t kill you, because only the more tempting the food, the more careful you should be.After all, poisoners usually choose the most delicate dishes.just like……"

"It's like those hairy aristocrats who died exhausted on the belly of a beautiful woman." The bald man named 'Thirteen' muttered.

"No way, Golden Feather City is West King City after all, even the girls here are like eggs with their shells peeled off, exuding the fragrance of roses all over, especially the sweet, soft , Hungry, thirsty little mouth..." Sacco, who was thin and thin beside him, gave a blunt smile.

"Sacco, you fucking shut up!" The bald man Thirteen gave him a disgusted look, "Look at your talent, it's disgusting, when your two thick lips speak, it's like two mating of worms."

"I appreciate the kindness of the leader." Brian glanced around coldly with scrutiny, and said lightly:
"However, I didn't come here to listen to you explaining the food to me, nor did I come to listen to these obscene words. Since you recognize my identity, then you should know the purpose of my coming here."

"I'm very sorry, Lord Duke." Karpas still showed a polite smile, "I hope you can understand, after all, I am used to the sultry, humid, and dirty gas in Longshou Port, and I suddenly breathed in Jinyu City. The fresh and cool air always makes people unable to express their emotions, but we also want to be a decent person, but our strength does not allow it."

"As for your purpose..." Karpas said with a playful smile: "Of course I know, brave and fearless Duke, don't you find a problem? You only have one person, and we have five people."

"Then what do you mean?" Brian met the gaze of the mercenary captain.

"It's very simple, if I pour this bowl of fish soup on your head, will you challenge me?" the bald man 'Thirteen' giggled.

"Hehe!" Brian smiled, "It sounds really scary, I'm getting goosebumps, try it, I can satisfy your curiosity."

"Calm down, Thirteen!" Karpas pressed the bald man on the chair again in an unquestionable tone.

He looked at Brian, smiled and said, "Maybe, five-to-one doesn't seem like a big disadvantage to you, but it's always a bit of an advantage. You know, in this world, everyone should seize the power bestowed by the gods. Every favor. This is a lesson I learned at a great price in Longshou Port, and I will tell you now to show my sincerity in cooperation."

"No!"

Brian interrupted him calmly and said: "I think you misunderstood something. I am not here to exchange your sincerity and cooperation. What I want is absolute surrender. Please don't reverse the direction of our conversation. Content. Recognize your status, you are just a mercenary captain."

The smile of the mercenary leader Karpas froze for a moment, then returned to its original state.

The braided man blocking the door clenched his scimitar, the bald man 'Thirteen' and Sacco secretly glanced at each other, and the fifth man hiding in the shadow swayed his silent steps.

"Tell you the truth." Brian nonchalantly picked up the wine glass in front of him, looked at it casually, and said in an understatement tone: "Judging from your current performance, it still doesn't meet my requirements, I really hope this is not your true face .”

As he said, for the time being, he still can't see whether these five people are pretending or whether they have such virtues in the first place.

If this is the case, he feels that there is no need to solicit.

But he learned from his swordsmanship teacher Lixio that this is a mercenary regiment with the highest potential in Longshougang, which made him a little more patient.

"Then do you understand us?" Karpas smiled and said, "Do you dare to accept our surrender?"

"There is nothing to understand." Brian put down his wine glass, shrugged with a smile, and made up nonsense solemnly:
"It's not that I haven't seen a chameleon, and it's not that I haven't met people who swear allegiance to me with a sword, and then take money to run away. Their reasons are very good: some children are sick, their wives wear cuckolds, and they are forced to run away. Licking other people's dicks, their final results needless to say.

I even met a person who said that the food I gave him was too bad, and he had to leave in order not to get sick, so I cut off his foot, baked it and fed it to him, and then let him cook, not only the food quality With obvious improvement, he renewed his contract after the contract expired. "

After Brian finished speaking, he met the smiling eyes of the mercenary leader without showing any signs of weakness.

(End of this chapter)