I, the retired legend, were forced to go ashore

"So much nonsense, are you the Four Seasons Treasure of Night City?"

Ada is about to leave.

"Don't, don't, don't!" Although he didn't know what Night City was, Brando immediately stated his purpose: "I've taken a fancy to that chair, sell it to me!"

Damn it!The chair was still in my collection last night, but today I have to buy it back from someone else's hand.

The shameless robber!

There is business to do, and suddenly Ada's face is cloudy and clear: "How much?"

In the mouth that couldn't hide the smile, a few white and neat teeth were exposed.

Brando rolled his eyes, his eyelids twitching regularly like a binary calculator.

After a simple calculation of the tavern's expenses for half a month, he quoted an accurate price: "600 kroner, one-handed money and one-handed goods."

"800," Ada said firmly, "It's almost All Saints' Day, and I want to take Triss to have a good meal."

She put one foot on the stool and looked down from top to bottom.

The plain trousers outline a tight thigh, and some guests have already blown a melodious whistle.

Brando was not happy anymore, he folded his arms and leaned back:

"You have to have a bottom line for slaughtering a fat sheep, right? That chair is stolen goods now, and you can't sell it if you keep it."

Before the words finished, Brando saw Ada walking towards the door, and he quickly grabbed Ada's clothes: "Why are you going?"

"I'll go to the Thieves Union to inquire about the market."

Ada answered very honestly.

Brando's hand gripping the hem of Ada's clothes tightened immediately.

If this chair is brought to the thieves union, let alone 800, 8000 people can accept it.

If I want to add to this collection again, it will cost a lot.

Thinking of this, he suddenly smiled obsequiously: "Then how much do you want to sell?"

Ada still wanted to leave: "I'll ask the price first."

"Oh, don't, don't." Brando laughed out of the creases on his face: "The gang of Thieves Guild is not clean, so don't be fooled again. Let's do it, 800 is 800."

As he spoke, he took out his purse and planned to count the money.

Ada stopped him, very calmly: "What did you just say?"

"Thieves Guild gang..."

"One more sentence."

"Then how much do you want to sell it for?"

"1000."

Brando: "????"

After a while, Ada counted the money happily, and counted both sides over and over again, before confirming that it was correct.

The final transaction price was 999. After all, she was an acquaintance, and Ada also made a little concession.

Brando rubbed his hands and stood up, staring in the direction of the ordinary young man with burning eyes.

After a night, my collection is finally coming back.

Take people's money and eliminate disasters for others.Taking money to do things is the most basic virtue of being a human being.

Ada put the wad of coins into her pocket, and went straight to the young man.

"Brother, please, someone bought this chair."

She patted the young man on the shoulder.

Only then did the young man seem to come back to his senses suddenly, and he withdrew from his contemplation, his frightened expression did not seem to be fake.

He nodded his head in a panic, his face turned from white to red, he looked like a first-time brother who had never touched a woman and was suddenly accosted by a beautiful woman.

There was a burst of laughter from the side, and several sailors who had just disembarked today stuffed their fingers into their mouths, except for a few loud whistles:

"Miss Boss, serve this little brother a glass of fruit wine to calm the shock, it's mine!"

"My little brother doesn't even have full hair, he's only good for drinking fruit wine, hahaha..."

Laughing and booing sounded one after another, the young man's performance was flawless, his face turned even redder, and he stood there in embarrassment at a loss.

However, a weak and cold voice brought him back to reality while he was acting:

"Who are you? You have been following me. What are you trying to do?"

Ada's voice was like an ice pick, piercing the young man's throat into his chest, and the icy chill spread instantly.

How on earth did she find herself?

Looking up, the fat man named Brando before, with his hands in his pockets, was faintly lying between him and the door.

No. 9. Fake alcohol and acting skills

Why can Ada confirm that this is a stalker with ulterior motives?

Too deliberate!

How deliberately he eavesdropped on his conversation with Brando!

The man didn't look sideways, and seemed to be very focused on the adventure that the next table was talking about, but his ears were facing him.

And all the people in this tavern, when they deliberately stepped on the stool, would either covertly or boldly glance at all kinds of eyes.

But from the beginning to the end, the young man didn't even turn his head.

It certainly wasn't that she wasn't attractive enough.

With this appearance, after putting on men's clothing, he could eat his face in a brothel, and only escaped a week later because of a certain prostitute's bold temptation and identity exposure.

Not to mention the current neutral dress that slightly highlights the feminine charm.

Therefore, there must be something wrong with this young man.

The seasoned Brando naturally noticed this too, and even noticed the abnormality earlier than Ada.

That's why I deliberately raised the topic about chairs to remind Ada.

After the young man was directly exposed, he still squeezed out an innocent smile, trying to get away with it.

"What are you talking about? This is a chair. You can take it."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the chair and found that it was indeed different from other tables and chairs in the tavern.

To be exact, it is very different.

Judging from the degree of newness and oldness, it can probably be regarded as the gap between the holy sword and the branch.

When I first walked into the tavern, on the one hand, I didn't expect that someone would put such an expensive chair here, and the lighting was too dim.

Ada lifted the chair in her hand, put it aside, and raised her chin to the door:

"Brother, let's go after drinking?"

There was no smile in her eyes, and there was a clear sign of danger.

"No, no, it's still early, I want to sit a little longer."

The young man leaned on the table, smiled, and sat on another chair in a daze, took a sip from his cup.

The low-quality drink that was originally difficult to swallow has now become a substance that can soothe the mood because of the presence of alcohol.

It was dead of night outside, and the sound of waves crashing on the shore could be heard from a distance.

He had a premonition that as long as he stepped out of this tavern and walked on the deserted streets, his body would appear in an unknown ditch in Bai Harbor tomorrow.

He didn't know the identity of the woman who opened a tavern and lived here in seclusion, and he didn't know what kind of name that fat rich businessman had.

All he knew was that with his current strength, he probably couldn't beat any of the above.

Seeing the young man sitting down again and starting to drink together, Ada grinned, clasped her fingers and tapped the table:

"Okay, then drink slowly, don't worry."

After that, she turned around and went to tease other guests again.

It's just that the scope of activities is somewhat biased towards the young man.

Brando also took advantage of the opportunity to sit on the table next to the route leading to the door. He took out a deck of cards from his pocket and put them up, making up his mind to wait until the end.

No wonder these two people are so cautious, they all have reasons to kill.

Ada didn't want her peaceful retirement life to be disturbed, and she didn't want her enemies to know that she was living here.

You know, there are several small countries in the south that are still offering high rewards for 'White Lightning'; the elves in the heart of the green leaves are also looking around for the thief who stole their holy objects.

And Brando, as the leader of the most prestigious assassin organization, couldn't bear such a risk.

Who knows if this young man is a secret agent?

Who knows if he caught his own feet?

Both of them had this kind of thinking, and they both wanted to get rid of this trouble.

Ada took out an exquisite bottle from behind the counter, poured a large glass full of orange-yellow liquor, and handed it to Brando.

"Come and taste the mist wine from Silver Pine Forest, it's specially prepared for you."

Surveillance belongs to surveillance, and business must be done.

Finally, a fat sheep came, and if I didn't slaughter it, what would I use to buy next month's new show.

Sell ​​the collection?No, that was worse than killing her.

Brando knew this girl too well.

Looking at the bubbling liquid in the cup, which was no different from the ale on the next table, he nodded politely with a smile:

"One cup is enough, I can't afford to drink more."

At the same time, I was cursing in my heart: If you sell fake wine, can't you pour some slightly better stuff into it? Who can drink this kind of donkey urine?

"This one costs 200 crowns."

Hearing Ada's offer, Brando's face remained unchanged, and he nodded kindly: "The price is reasonable, you'd better leave first, let me taste it slowly by myself."

At the same time, I was thinking about how to get rid of this cup of garbage.

Otherwise, with so many customers watching in person, if someone came up to inspect the goods after I left, wouldn't it be revealed on the spot?

But he doesn't know magic, it seems that he can only bite the bullet and drink it!

Damn it, I gave this woman so much money and committed so many crimes, I hope it wasn't a waste of effort.

Brando cursed in his heart, picked up his glass, and took a sip.

Then he sighed contentedly, savoring it carefully, and a vivid sense of happiness floated on his face.

Just like drinking real wine.

Seeing this scene, several guests also picked up the wine glasses in front of them to drink, and their envy was beyond words.

Seeing Brando's appearance, the young man who was being watched boldly waved:

"Miss Boss, give me a glass of that too."

He pointed in Brando's direction.

Drinking some real wine will help activate the muscles and blood, relax the mood, and help you think?

Ada chuckled, poured the 'foggy wine' into the cup without hesitation in front of the young man, and brought it to him, but didn't ask him for money.

In Ada's eyes, this young man is already a dead person, and those who don't have money don't rush for a while, and the same goes for touching the corpse when the time comes.

The young man couldn't wait to pick up his wine glass and take a sip.

Then he suppressed his face and forcibly swallowed the wine, and finally took out all his acting talents, forcing himself to put on an expression of endless aftertaste.

A few more sailors who looked here also sighed in satisfaction.

"It's nice to have money!"