The Sun King's Evidence

Under a huge bat sign, there was a decaying and dilapidated bar with various evil skull patterns and blood patterns hanging inside. It seemed that there were not many customers. Ryan asked two demon hunters and half-elves to stand in the bar. Outside, he and Jerrod walked towards the bar.

"I always feel uncomfortable here." Jerod and Ryan whispered, and the faces of the kingdom knights were only serious.

"Sooner or later, we will level this place and completely destroy this cursed city." Ryan said softly: "But not now. What we have to do now is to find ways to thwart the vampire invasion."

"Yes, one day, we will return here and bring destruction to the undead." Jerod's goatee twitched, as if he was angry: "But not now."

Ryan nodded. His plan originally did not include Jerrod, but after discussing the plan with Francois, Jerrod took the initiative to participate. He thought he could contribute.

What is rare is that Gerald is not a pedantic and mediocre knight. As Francois's cousin, he is also quite intelligent and strategic, and he also knows how to adapt. Of course, his devout belief in the Fairy of the Lake is also an important reason. Ryan now somewhat understood why Morgiana had a bad attitude toward Emilia and was particularly wary of her while he was recovering from his injuries.

The corruption of chaos is everywhere, and only faith and ignorance can fight against it. Either ignorance is insulated from corruption, or you have firm faith while possessing wisdom and knowledge, otherwise you will be corrupted sooner or later.

Walking into the bar, the dim light, many cobwebs in the bar, and the smell of rotten wood stimulated Ryan's five senses. He frowned and looked around the inside of the bar. A bartender who looked about fifty years old was standing there. Playing cards at the bar.

"Hello, I'm looking for Old Deke." Ryan tried his best to appear kind.

"I am Old Deke, but I never talk to anyone other than the guests." The bartender looked bored playing cards, and he was also playing with great interest.

"Okay, two drinks." Ryan and Jerrod looked at each other, and Jerrod held out two fingers.

"What do you want, ale (malt liquor)? Butterbeer? Brittany brandy? Imperial stout? Imperial whiskey? Mead? Or Kislev vodka?" Old Dais reported the wine like a treasure trove. name.

"We want two glasses of 1467 Bordro Obiang wine." Ryan took out a large sum of gold coins and said arrogantly.

Bordeaux First Growth, Haut Bihan wine, the favorite and proud product of Duke Bodrick.

"Yes." Old Dais raised his head and looked at Ryan's gold coins. After confirming that they were genuine imperial gold marks, he nodded. He stood up and walked towards the inside of the bar, motioning for Ryan and Jerrod to sit down. Down.

"I think Mr. Bodrick should be careful about his winery." Jerrod made a joke to Ryan with a serious face: "Maybe there is a tunnel leading directly to Bodricks?"

"Perhaps there are vampires among Lord Bodrick's retainers, or perhaps there are money-grubbers among the winery leaders he appointed, but this is not important to us. What is important is that Obi, whom Bodrick regards as a treasure, We only spent twenty gold marks on the red wine." Ryan also held out two fingers, and the fat businessman's face was filled with a mysterious smile.

If it wasn't genuine, then he and Jerrod would have a reason to have a fit.

After a while, Old Dyke brought two glasses of red wine and placed them in front of Ryan. The oak cups contained dark red wine. The red wine had a pleasant aroma and was as smooth as silk after entering the mouth. When the wine passed through the esophagus and entered the stomach, , Ryan and Jerrod immediately confirmed that this was genuine Obiang red wine.

"This is included." Old Deke brought a pot of horse meat sausage and sat behind the bar.

Unlike the wine, this plate of horse meat sausage was very unpalatable. It was so unpalatable that it was hard to swallow. It was indeed a free gift with no good products.

"...I don't have what you want here." Before Ryan could speak, Old Dyke suddenly said while cleaning the wooden wine glass.

"How do you know what I'm doing here?" Ryan asked curiously.

"An empire merchant came to my shop, obviously wanting to ask me about the goods, but unfortunately, I have no goods here recently, not at all." Old Dyke shook his head repeatedly: "Let's go after drinking this cup , merchant of the empire, if you still cherish your life."

"Can't you reveal a little more? Or you can sell me some wine?" Ryan continued to try: "Are you willing to sell me some Obiang wine?"

"A total of one hundred gold crowns...or gold marks." Old Dyke took out two bottles of red wine from under the table: "Let's go quickly. It will be troublesome after a while. I have to go out too."

Ryan and Jerrod came out of the bar carrying two bottles of wine, and Amber whispered: "Did you gain anything?"

"A little, but not much." Ryan and a few others whispered: "The rest depends on Estelle and Dais. Estelle, Dais, listen to me, wait a moment... …”

Ryan suddenly stopped talking, because right at the corner of the street, Mathubad was walking towards them. The young knight had arrogance and prejudice on his face. He surrounded Ryan with a bunch of grave guards: " Mr. Gabe Newell?”

"Hello, what do you call this...?" The fat businessman looked confused about the situation he encountered. He scratched the back of his head with a smile on his face.

"I am Mahhubard, nice to meet you, businessman of the empire." Mahhubard also had a fake smile on his face, and the two shook hands.

The fat businessman Gabe Newell shook his hand and wanted to stop, but Mathubad held his hand firmly and refused to let go. The Marienburg businessman looked surprised. Surprised: "Huh? Are you the Mathubad who lost to the champion Sulia in the Knights Conference? The first female champion in the Knights Conference in two hundred years, and the first runner-up defeated by a woman in two hundred years? You Why does it appear here? Hehehe~ I heard that Miss Sulia is very beautiful~ Hehehe~ Ah!!!"

Gabe Newell, disguised by Ryan, suddenly screamed like a slaughtering pig. He covered his hands as if he had been stabbed, and fell to the ground. The fat businessman was so heavy that he almost lost his horse when he fell. Hubbard brought down.

The young knight pulled the fat businessman up, and veins appeared on Mahhubard's face. This incident was a shame for Mahhubard's life. Whenever he dreamed about it at midnight, he recalled that he lost to When Lidya Su was around, he wanted to tear everything to pieces.

"Mr. Mahhubard?! Please respect a businessman and your trading partners!" Ryan took a lot of effort to calm down his breathing. He looked very angry: "Your behavior is really too much! I want to protest !protest!"

An incompetent person, a weak lackey, this businessman's character is very much in line with the style of those Marienburg businessmen. When he saw the fat businessman, he was angry and scared, but he quickly motioned to the guards not to do anything, protesting while smiling, Matthew Bud felt sick.

Thinking of this, Mahhubard frowned subconsciously. He still felt that something was wrong.

"Half-elf? A butler with good swordsmanship? And your guards? Mr. Gabe? I'm sorry for my rudeness before, but can you explain? How did you find such good guards? And Half-elf?"

"Many people are willing to fight. As long as the price is right, I sell the goods from Marienburg to here, and then use the money to protect my safety. Is there anything wrong? Mr. Mahhubard?" the fat businessman said angrily. It's also hard to sound like: "Maybe you don't understand this, but why can't I hire a half-elf? And a butler with strong swordsmanship?"

"If I could hire one or two, I would trust you a lot, but all of your guards are very skilled, which is really doubtful." Mathhubard was still full of doubts, and his handsome face looked at Jerod's. He looked around his body, and then focused on his hands: "Oh my God, dear housekeeper, can you explain, what is the callus in the middle of your index finger? This kind of callus only comes from seven or eight years old. I started practicing knight swordsmanship at the age of 15, and it took more than fifteen years of accumulation to master it. I need an explanation, you knight of Brittany!"

Speaking of the latter part, Mahhubard almost shouted: "No one can hire knights from the Knight Kingdom, you must be an undercover agent who sneaks in to cause destruction!"

Oops! Ryan's face changed slightly.

In this mission, everyone's identity has been carefully considered by Ryan. As half-elves, Estelle and Dess have experienced the warmth and coldness of human beings almost since childhood, and they can skillfully deal with most of them. Not to mention the situation of the demon hunters Abel and Jule. For the demon hunters, it ranges from assassinating the vampire count, massacring the entire corrupted village, to finding a puppy for the farmers, as long as there is They can make money, and it is difficult for such people to show their flaws.

Emilia and Sulia Lane, who had met Mathhubard, were not brought out at all. Considering that Alfred and Theresa might not be good at this either, he had asked Veronica to take them back. .

The only uncertainty is Jerrod! This kingdom knight temporarily joined Ryan's plan, and he needed a helper, but Jerod's identity was not so reliable and worthy of scrutiny.

"Tell me?" Mathubad's face was twisted and crazy. He signaled the grave guards to surround Ryan and his group: "If you don't give me an explanation, I won't take your lives. The premise is You all accept the Embrace of Blood and become true vampires!"

"..." Ryan was about to say that he asked to see the vampire lord, but then he gave up the idea. At this time, if he raised this matter, it would definitely irritate Mathubad's tense nerves.

This madman could mess everything up! Ryan quietly gave the demon hunter and half-elf a look on his face: Get ready to take action.

Where Mahhubard was not paying attention, Abel had quietly reached out and touched the crossbow behind him.

At this time, Jerrod spoke: "Have you heard of Ricol?"

"Ricol? Isn't that a small island in Marienburg?" Mathhubard said doubtfully.

"That's right, so do you understand?" Jerod's face seemed to be filled with shame and unwillingness: "I need money, I need a lot of money, to make my life...I don't want to talk anymore, that's it for now, okay What?"

"Wait, you are saying that you are a descendant of Louis de Calais who was exiled fifty years ago?" Mathhubard remembered that Britannia did exile a team during the war. A failed knightly noble family, this family was later hired by Marienburg and then given the small island of Ricol to house them.

"Mr. Malebaz, you know the reason why I do this business. Is it interesting to keep rubbing salt on people's wounds?" Gerold said impatiently, his goatee was blown slightly, Floating back and forth, the words in his mouth had a strange intonation, which was obviously a Brittanian aristocratic who was not very proficient in it. His accent was very strange, like a curse word.

Mathhubard was a little unsure now: "You came back to Britannia because you wanted to go back to your hometown?"

"Do you believe what I said? You don't believe that I have any need to say anything?" Jerrod looked like he was too lazy to explain his identity. He swatted Mathhubard's hand away, seemingly because of Mathhubard. He became irritated and irritated by his unreasonable assumptions: "Just like before, I said all day long that you were the runner-up in the Knights Conference. Would you be happy with it?"

"..." Being exiled is a very shameful thing. No one is willing to mention the story of these things too much, just like Mathubad is unwilling to mention the failure in the Knights Conference. Thinking of this, the young ranger The knight felt the same way. There was still a lot of anger between his brows, but his face softened slightly: "I'm sorry for my rudeness. What should I call this...?"

"My name is Ronald." Jerrod opened his eyes and lied: "Ronald de Calais."

"Mr. Ronald de Calais, are you willing to accept my offer? I need the assistance of an outstanding person like you." Mathhubard suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The rhythm of the entire conversation seemed to be controlled by the person in front of him. Mahhubard had been taught by the Lich King Arkhan since he was a child, and he sensitively found that he was being involved.

The young knight began to doubt this group of people again: "Perhaps you would like to have dinner with me?"

"You need a guarantor. I won't have lunch with anyone at will, especially those who still suspected that I was an undercover agent before. You don't even have basic trust, and your trading partners can seize them at will. Why should I have sex with you?" Dinner with such a person?" Jerrod refused unhappily. He looked like his dignity was offended: "It's my employer's business if he wants to go. I won't go."

"Oh! I'm willing to go!" The fat businessman raised his hand: "This way I can save money on dinner."

"...Next time." Mahhubard noticed the appearance of the vampire lord Hal. He obviously came after hearing the news. Mahhubard knew that he actually did not have any real power. His power came entirely from his godfather, the wizard. Demon King Arkhan, and Arkhan is actually not opposed to trade with humans. If you argue with him, he is bound to be wrong.

After whispering to the vampire lord Hal for a while, Mahhubard waved his hand to the tomb guards to get out of the way.

…………

An hour and a half later, within the hotel.

"Scared me to death. We almost ruined our plan because of a madman, Jerod? I didn't expect you to be very flexible." Ryan was a little scared when he thought about what happened before. There is no doubt that Mathubad suspected their identity, I originally tried to lead him to become angry and forget about the incident, but it turned out that Mahhubard, a polite and sanctimonious person in front of him, turned out to be such a crazy lunatic behind the scenes. Just because he became angry, he became murderous and almost destroyed Ryan. plan of.

"Lying is immoral. I will confess to the lady, but in the face of justice and the task of protecting the country, these details are secondary." Jerod leaned on the soft cushion, and his clothes were soaked. He was also relieved: "In the face of justice, my personal honor and disgrace are not important."

"Yes! I believe the lady will forgive you." Ryan nodded repeatedly.

At this time, Estelle and Dess came back: "My Baron, there is a new situation."

"What should I say?" Ryan stood up.

"We tracked Old Dyke and found that he was indeed still collecting hardwood and stone. Tonight, his transportation team will leave the city and transport the materials to a place outside the city." Dais said in a low voice.

"Okay! Get ready for action!"

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