Warhammer Throne

Under a huge bat sign, there is a decaying and dilapidated bar with various evil skull patterns and blood patterns hanging in it. It seems that there are not many customers. Ryan makes two demon hunters and half-elves stand. Outside, he and Gerald walked towards the bar.

"It always makes me feel uncomfortable here." Gerrod and Ryan whispered, the kingdom knight's face only serious.

"Sooner or later, we will razor this place and completely destroy this cursed city." Ryan said softly, "but not now. What we have to do now is to find a way to thwart the vampire's aggression."

"Yes, one day, we will come back here, and then bring destruction to the undead." Gerrod's goatee flicked and shook like an angry roll: "But not now."

Ryan nodded. There was no Gerrod in his plan, but after discussing the plan with François, Gerrod actively asked to participate. He thought he could contribute.

What is rare is that Gerald is not a pedantic and second-rate knight. As François’ cousin, he is also quite wise and strategic, and knows how to adapt. Of course, his pious belief in the fairies in the lake is also an important reason. Ryan now somewhat understands why Maugiana was so vigilant towards Emilia when he was recovering from his injuries.

The corruption of chaos is everywhere. Only faith and ignorance can be confronted. Either ignorance isolates corruption, or possesses a firm belief while possessing wisdom and knowledge, otherwise it will be a matter of time before corruption.

Entering the bar, the dim light, the many spider webs in the bar, and the smell of wood rotten and mould stimulated Ryan’s five senses. He frowned and looked around the inside of the bar. A bartender who was about fifty years old was looking around. Playing cards on the bar.

"Hello, I'm looking for old Dyke." Ryan tried to make himself more amiable.

"I'm old Dyke, but I never talk to anyone other than the guests." The bartender seemed to be playing cards boringly, and he was very interested in playing by himself.

"Okay, two glasses." Ryan and Gerrold looked at each other, so Gerrold stretched out two fingers.

"What do you want, Ale? Butterbeer? Brittany brandy? Imperial stout? Imperial whiskey? Mead? Or Kislov vodka?" Old Dyce announced the name of the wine like a few Janes.

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

Bordello first-class winery, Obiang wine, the favorite and proud of the Duke of Boderek.

"Yes." Old Dys raised his head and looked at Ryan's gold coin. After confirming that it was a genuine Imperial Gold Mark, he nodded. He stood up, walked toward the inside of the bar, and motioned Ryan and Jerrod to sit down. Down.

"I think Your Excellency Boderek has to pay close attention to his winery." Gerrod joked to Ryan with a serious face: "Maybe there is a tunnel that leads directly to Bodleux?"

"Maybe there are vampires in your servants, or there are greedy people among the heads of the winery he appointed, but this is not important to us, what is important is that Obi, whom Boderick regards as a treasure Ang red wine, we bought it for only twenty gold marks.” Ryan also stretched out two fingers, and the fat businessman's face was full of mysterious smiles.

If it's not the genuine one, then he and Gerrod have a reason for the attack.

After a while, Old Dyke brought two glasses of red wine and placed them in front of Ryan. The oak glass was filled with dark red liquor. The aroma of the red wine was pleasant. After the entrance, it was as smooth as silk. When the liquor passed through the esophagus, it entered the stomach. , Ryan and Jerrod immediately confirmed that this is the genuine Obiang wine at a fair price.

"This is included." Old Dyke brought a pot of horse meat sausages, and then sat behind the bar.

Unlike wine, this plate of horse meat sausages is very unpalatable.

"...I don't have what you want here." Before Ryan spoke, Old Dyke was cleaning the wooden wine glass and suddenly said.

"How do you know what I am going to do here?" Ryan asked curiously.

"An imperial merchant came to my shop, apparently wanting to ask me about the goods, but unfortunately, I have been out of stock recently, not at all." Old Dyke shook his head repeatedly: "After drinking this glass, let's go. , The merchant of the empire, if you still cherish your life."

"Can't you tell me a little bit? Or can you sell me some wine?" Ryan continued to try and said, "Are you willing to sell me some more 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, it will be troublesome after a while, and I have to go out."

Ryan and Gerrold came out of the bar with two bottles of wine, and Eber whispered, "Are there any gains?"

"A little bit, but not too much." Ryan and a few people whispered: "The next thing depends on Ester and Dess, Ester and Dess, listen to me, wait a moment... …"

Ryan suddenly stopped talking, because at the corner of the street, Mathieubad was walking towards them, the young knight's face was arrogant and prejudiced, and he surrounded Ryan with a bunch of grave guards: " Mr. Gabe Newell?"

"Hello, this...what do you call it?" The fat businessman seemed to be very incomprehensible about the situation he encountered. He scratched the back of his head with a smile on his face.

"I am Mathieubad, I am glad to meet you, businessman of the Empire." Mathieubad's face also had a smirk, and the two shook hands.

The fat businessman Gabe Newell shook his hand and wanted to stop, but Mathieubad held his hand firmly, so the merchant in Marienburg looked surprised. He had a face at first. Surprised: "Ah? You are the Mahubard who lost to champion Suria in the Cavaliers Tournament? The first female champion in the Cavaliers Tournament in two hundred years, and the first runner-up to be defeated by a woman in two hundred years? How come here? Hehehe~ I heard that Miss Sulia is very beautiful~hehe~ Ah!!!"

Ryan’s disguised Gabe-Newell suddenly screamed like a pig. He covered his hands as if he had been stabbed. He fell to the ground. The fat businessman was of great quality. He almost smashed his horse during the fall. Humbard brought it down.

The young knight pulled the fat businessman up, and Mathieubad’s face was bruised. This was the shame of Mathieubad’s life. Whenever he dreamed back at midnight, he recalled his defeat in the final. When Su Liya, he wanted to shred everything.

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

Incompetent, weak running dog, the character of this businessman fits the style of those Marienburg merchants. Seeing the fat businessman was angry and scared, but he quickly signaled the guard not to do it, protesting and making a smile, Ma Hugh Bud felt sick.

Thinking of this, Mathewbad frowned subconsciously, but he still felt something was wrong.

"Half-elf? A good swordsman? And your guards? Mr. Gabe? I'm sorry for my previous rudeness, but can you explain? How did you find such a good guard? Half-elf?"

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

"If you can hire one or two, I still believe you are pretty good, but every one of your guards is extraordinary, which is really suspicious." Mathewbad is still full of suspicion, his handsome face is on Gerrod's. He looked at him, and then focused his attention on his hands: "Oh my god, my dear housekeeper, can you explain, what is the callus on your index finger? This callus is only from seven to eight. I started practicing knight swordsmanship at the age of 15 years. I can only practice it after more than fifteen years of accumulation. I need an explanation, you Breton knight!"

Speaking of the back, Mathewbad almost roared: "No one can hire a knight from the knight kingdom, you must be an undercover agent who sneaks in and destroys!"

Oops! Ryan's face changed slightly.

In this mission, everyone’s identities have been carefully scrutinized by Ryan. As half-elves, Estelle and Dess have tasted the warmth and warmth almost since childhood, and they are able to deal with most of them proficiently. Not to mention the situation of the witcher Eber and Jule. For the witcher, from assassinating the vampire earl, slaughtering the entire corrupted village, down to finding a puppy for the peasant, as long as there is They can do money, and it's hard for such a person to show flaws.

Emilia and Suria Lane who met with Matthew Bard never brought them out. Considering that Alfred and Teresa may not be good at this, he has asked Veronica to take them back. .

The only uncertainty is Gerrod! The kingdom knight was temporarily joining Ryan's plan. He needed a helper, but Gerrod's identity was not so reliable and worthy of scrutiny.

"Say?" Mathieubad's face was twisted and crazily, and he motioned to the grave guards to surround Ryan and his party: "If you don't give me an explanation, I won't kill you. The premise is You all accept the embrace of blood and become real 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 stimulate Mathewbad's tense nerves.

This lunatic might mess up everything! Ryan quietly slapped a face at the demon hunter and half-elf: ready to do it.

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

At this moment, Jerrold said, "Have you heard of Rickel?"

"Rickel? Isn't that an island in Marienburg?" Mathewbad said suspiciously.

"Yes, so do you understand?" Jerrold's face seemed to be humiliated and unwilling: "I need money, I need a lot of money to make my life... NS?"

"Wait, you mean, you are a descendant of Louis de Calais who was exiled fifty years ago?" Mathieubad remembered that Brittany did have one exiled in the war. The failed knight aristocratic family, this family was later hired by Marienburg, and then given to Riker Island to place them.

"Mr. Malebaz, you know why I did this job. Is it interesting to keep applying salt to human wounds?" Gerrod said impatiently, his goatee being blown gently. Floating around, the words in his mouth carried a strange tone, which was obviously not proficient in Bretonian noble language, and his accent was very strange, like swearing words.

Mathieubad was a little unsure now: "You came back to Bretania because you wanted to go back home and have a look?"

"Would you believe it when I said it? Don't you believe that I have to say something?" Gerrod looked like he was too lazy to explain his identity. He patted Mathieubad's hand away, as if it was because of Mathieubad. The arrogant extrapolation became annoyed: "Like just now, I said all day that you are the runner-up of the Cavaliers. Would you like it?"

"..." Being exiled is a very humiliating thing. It's because people don't want to talk about these things too much. Just like Mathieubad didn't want to mention his failure at the Knights Conference. Thinking of this, the young ranger The knight felt a bit empathetic, his brows still gathered a heavy hostility, but his face eased slightly: "I'm sorry for my rudeness, this... how do you call it?"

"My name is Ronald." Gerrold said nonsense with his eyes open. "Ronald De Calais."

"Mr. Ronald de Calais, are you willing to accept my offer? I need a good person like you to assist." Mathieubad suddenly felt something wrong.

The pace of the entire conversation seemed to be controlled by the person in front of him. Mahhubard had been taught by the Lich King Akhan since he was a child, and he sensitively discovered that he was being circumvented in.

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

"You need to have a guarantor. I will not have lunch with others at will, especially the person who suspected that I was an undercover agent before. You don't even have the basic trust. Trading partners can detain at will. Why should I be with you? Such a person to have dinner?" Gerrod refused unhappily. He seemed to be offended with his dignity: "It's his business if my employer is willing to go, I won't go."

"Oh! I'm willing to go!" The fat businessman raised his hand: "So I will save money for dinner."

"...Next time." Mathieubad noticed that the vampire lord Hal appeared. He was obviously here after hearing the news. Mathieubad knew that he had no real power. His power came entirely from his godfather witch. The Demon King Akehan, and Akehan is actually not opposed to trading with humans, if he is theorized, he is doomed to lose money.

After whispering with the vampire lord Hal for a while, Mathieubad waved to the grave guard to move away.

…………

One and a half hours later, inside the hotel.

"Scared me to death, almost ruined our plan because of a madman, Jerod? I didn't expect you to be very flexible." Ryan was a little scared after thinking about what happened before, and there is no doubt that Mathieubad doubted them. Identity, I originally tried to bring the rhythm to make him irritated and forget this. As a result, Marshobard, a gentle and decent person in front of him, turned out to be such a crazy lunatic behind his back. Just because he became angry, he was murderous and almost ruined Ryan. s plan.

"Lying is a dishonest thing, I will confess to the lady, but in the face of justice, in front of the task of protecting the country, these sections are secondary." Jerrold leaned on the cushion, his clothes soaked. He also felt relieved: "In the face of justice, my personal honor and disgrace are not important."

"Yeah! 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."

"How do you say?" Ryan stood up.

"We followed Old Dyke and found that he was still collecting hardwood and stone materials. Tonight, his transport team will go out of the city and transport the materials to some place outside the city." Dyce whispered.

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