Sword and Magic and Taxi

Naturally, such a small thing as buying some eggs was done easily. Although he didn't know how much he should buy - he was so happy at the time that he forgot to ask - but the eggs were not expensive, for a copper coin, he bought thirty of them, and he also bought a basket.

The fat owner of the Fireplace Hotel saw Zhao Mai and waved hello warmly. The two met every day, once for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and when they went in and out of the hotel, they could be considered to have established a relationship like neighbors.

What's wrong with you, buying so many eggs? Do you think the eggs here are not delicious?

It has nothing to do with taste, just helping others. Zhao Mai answered the boss's question without even guessing.

After exchanging a few words, Zhao Mai climbed up the stairs. Reserve Liang sniffed the air, suddenly yelled, and then rushed forward. Zhao Mai put the egg down casually, drew out his dagger and followed.

The door to the room was open, and the room was full of signs of rummaging. Reserve Liang quickly checked every corner, while Zhao Mai lifted the bed directly. The bag of fine salt originally placed under the bed was indeed missing.

Obviously this is inviting thieves. The price of fine salt is very high, but the cost is actually very low, and Zhao Mai's loss is not big. The really valuable things are his mobile phone, car keys, destiny gold coins and common language dictionary, which he always carries with him.

The first suspect is Junkrat Green. I just mentioned the day before yesterday that I wanted to sell something, and I needed to sell it through a way that cannot be traced. It is easy to think that this is some kind of stolen, but it is a good thing that is small in size and high in value.

For more than two weeks, Green came every day and was busy until night, easily able to figure out the situation. Even if he hadn't found the salt under the bed before, he might look for it himself after Zhao Mai asked the question. Nothing was left in the room except this bag of salt, and even the ax on the table was not stolen, which speaks volumes.

But why was it turned into such a mess instead of being taken away secretly? It can be seen from daily contacts that Green is a very smart person and does not show a greedy character. If he takes a fancy to this bag of salt...

Forget it, let's not speculate on what he will do. The problem now is that Zhao Mai needs to decide how to deal with it.

Ah Liang, come here and smell this place. There used to be a leather bag with salt here. Do you know where it has gone now?

Reserve Li lay on the ground with his butt stuck out, sniffed around the bottom of the bed, then raised his head and let out two excited woofs. Zhao Mai followed it, watching the puppy sniff and walk. As he passed downstairs, he said to the fat boss: A thief stole my things in the room. I think you are partly responsible for getting my things back.

The fat boss was obviously stunned for a moment, and there was obvious anger on his face. He immediately put down what he was holding, wiped his hands on his apron, and ran to the second floor.

Zhao Mai doesn't need to follow the fat boss up. A well-connected tavern owner can handle things like this more easily than Zhao Mai. Mr. Druid-to-be wants to know who attacked him right now so that he can take the next step of prevention.

The reserves continued along the streets and through the alleys, getting further and further away from the center of the town. The people here are more suspicious and cautious in their eyes, and they are not very welcoming to the sudden appearance of a person and a dog. Zhao Mai always pays attention to the surrounding environment, assesses the identities and abilities of the people around him, and is always ready to deal with emergencies.

The main roads in Nebo Town are clean and tidy, and people come and go in broad daylight. The adventurers registered in the guild are always keeping an eye on people who may cause trouble, ready to earn a bounty or something. It is naturally safe there. But in this dark alley, which is narrow, dark and unknown, no matter whether the murderer can be brought to justice or not, as long as he becomes a victim, it is never a good thing.

When you encounter a place like this, you pass through it as quickly as possible. One person and one dog quickly ran through half the town and came to a house with an independent courtyard. The food reserve signaled that this is where the bag of salt went, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with it.

It was a two-story building with a fireplace and possibly a small attic under the peaked roof. The doors and windows were closed, and thick curtains blocked the warm sunlight and peeping sight. Some onions and carrots were planted in the yard surrounded by a waist-high iron fence. There is no guard dog here, only a rusty iron sign that reads: Private place, trespassers will be responsible for the consequences.

If you look carefully, there is also such a sign on the door. Zhao Mai touched the hilt of the sword at his waist and walked back and forth in front of the courtyard door. He probably understood what the other party was thinking, so he called for food reserves and then left directly.

The three spies from the Iron Claw Union lowered the curtains and sighed regretfully. Okay, put everything away. That guy was very cautious and didn't come over.

Did he discover us? A short man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks put down his crossbow and said disappointedly: It stands to reason that he can't feel our breath, right?

The leading middle-aged man shook his head: Probably not. I guess he may be worried that he will not be able to deal with possible troubles, so he retreated temporarily. He may go to find helpers, so don't let your guard down, you know?

Yes, boss! one of the thieves responded. But, boss, if you can find this place, that guy's dog is so powerful! I deliberately stepped on many strong-smelling things along the way back, and I covered up everything I could!

There are always some individuals with extraordinary talents, just like our president. The middle-aged man reprimanded him: You are still too greedy. You obviously have a mission, but you still go to take advantage of others. If you delay the president, you are still too greedy. We can’t even explain the matter!”

There is no delay. The dwarf with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks said with a smile: I heard them saying that they wanted to sell something, but I didn't expect it to be a bag of elven alchemy salt, which weighs thirteen and a half kilograms and is worth more than eight hundred gold coins!

Okay, I know what you mean. The middle-aged man said: Since there are no dead people, simple theft will not attract too much attention from the town, and the risk is still controllable. In fact, if that kid comes in rashly, let's take him Get rid of it, that's the best situation. This town is really nice. As long as you put up a sign saying no outsiders are allowed to enter, the intruder's death will be in vain. I like this rule so much.

Uh, boss, this rule seems to be to prevent thieves...

That's right, just in case you use it. The middle-aged man smiled slightly, trying to distinguish himself from these thieves. He then said to one of his men leaning against the wall: Go and see the guy who was captured, and convince him as soon as possible. He is a good thief, he does something with a strong sense of justice, and he wants to steal our loot back. !”

That man's nickname was Junkrat. He used to be a very famous scammer, and everyone who met him would lose wildly. Later, for some reason, he stopped doing it. He never had anything to do with gambling again. He was able to escape with his whole body. The man said to his companion: You and I will go together to persuade him. If he continues to refuse to cooperate, he is trying to take advantage of others. According to the rules, he should be killed with three swords.

You guys go and do it quickly, I'll think about the plan later. The middle-aged man waved his hand and sent his men away to get busy.