An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

After entering the first rank, Zhao was in no hurry to leave Linjiang Tower. Instead, he went to the backyard to catch a boy and asked him to bring him a set of clothes and a table of food.

He is a cautious person, and his true cultivation will certainly not be exposed easily. But I have just entered the first level, and I am not familiar with the realm yet, so it is difficult to hide it.

녊There is such a place with few people, so naturally we should make good use of it.

On the top floor, Zhao was drinking wine thoughtfully, a little uninterested. Turning around to look out the slightly opened window, I felt like the world was like a cage.

Raising food can be said to be a dead end. If you want to find a glimmer of hope in a dead end, you must have the determination to live towards death and extraordinary means.

At present, he can't think of any good solution.

"Sir, your food is ready. Do you want to eat now?" The waiter pushed the door open and said tremblingly. Being pulled up from a nap, I was still a little bleary-eyed, so I lowered my head whenever I could to avoid making a fool of myself.

"I've secured the fourth floor and the top floor. Don't let anyone in for the next two days. If it disturbs Yaxing, I'll demolish the Linjiang Building."

Seeing that the boy didn't respond, Zhao raised his head and asked, "Did you hear what I said clearly?"

After suffering a bad night, the tone of his words was naturally not much better. The boy thought he was a young master from some family, so he was startled by the words and lowered his head even further.

He responded in a low voice, "Sir, I can't make the decision..."

"How about you wait until our shopkeeper comes tomorrow and tell him?"

"Pa", a waistband landed steadily in front of the boy.

Before the boy could see clearly the word "껗" on the waist tag, Zhao's calm voice came, "I won't embarrass you. I'll ask the chef to take this waist tag and show it to your shopkeeper."

"Tell him if I can't stay tonight, I will be unhappy..."

The boy didn't take Zhao Jiu's words to heart at first, he just smiled contemptuously. He had seen so many arrogant young masters, but in the end he gave up.

Until he rubbed his eyes and used the light to see clearly the words "Jinyiwei" on his waist badge. His expression suddenly changed dramatically, and any remaining sleepiness disappeared without a trace.

He quickly picked up the waist badge and said respectfully, "Sir, I'll go right away, please wait a moment."

After saying that, he didn't dare to look back, opened the door and ran out.

Less than two-quarters of an hour later, the boy ran back, put his badge on the table, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, sir. Just call me if you need anything."

Zhao just kept using his chopsticks and waved his hand to let him out. I thought that Linjiang Tower could still be arrogant to the end, and I would be discouraged, but it's a pity.

It's really a pity.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye. After dark, Zhao staggered out of Linjiang Tower with his hands behind his back.

Behind him, the shopkeeper let out a deep breath and said he was leaving. He had been having trouble sleeping and eating these past two days. They all went to Tongpan to ask for help, and the answer they got was, "If he wants to live in it, let him live there, and there won't be any loss of meat."

At that time, he almost jumped out of his chair. He also gave away the money, but he didn't do anything at the critical moment! Fortunately, I only stayed for two days, so I wouldn't suffer from severe bleeding.

It's just that my legs have become thin in the past two days. I don't know how many gifts and apologies I had to make to calm the customers who had already booked.

Now that Zhao is finally gone, how can he be unhappy?

But Zhao, who had already walked out of the door, didn't see the shopkeeper's move. Now he just wanted to go to the coffin shop.

Although the food preparation is not yet done, can't he find out the two people?

"Knock, knock."

"Sir, I need something..."

"You're finally here! I've spent a lot of effort, but these two people can only check this far!"

The young man raised his head and saw the person coming, and his smile disappeared. After closing the door, I couldn't help but complain.

God knows what he has been through these two days. For these two people, he didn't even take any other business. He used countless connections one after another, but only found out this little.

So he had to get a vaccination first. No, he didn't want to check. In fact, he tried his best, but he only got so little result.

No wonder he!

"Let me take a look." After Zhao sat down, he took the two papers handed to him.

There is not much text on the paper. Although it is much more than 껗times, it is only an extra hundred or ten words.

"A prisoner on death row? He was beheaded in front of 꾉뎃?" Zhao knew each of the characters on the paper, but together they seemed a bit unfamiliar.

Two dead men who had been beheaded were torturing themselves so much that they could not sleep or eat well? Not only Zhao didn't believe this, but even Zhu was a little suspicious.

The young man stood up in a hurry, waved his hands and said, "Not only do you not believe it, I don't believe it either. No one believes it, but the result is this!"

Zhao looked at the young man doubtfully. The two people's eyes met, and it was clear from the young man's eyes that there was only helplessness, and there was no trace of panic at all.

"Do you think they are dead?" Zhao asked with great interest and inexplicably.

"No! Most likely not!" The young man said without thinking.

oh? Zhao looked at the young man with a determined expression curiously, "Tell me, why?"

"They only have charges, and there is no time to prove their identity or execute them. Therefore, there is a high probability that they will escape by death..."

뎃The young man sat across from Zhao, tapped the table and explained. His first thought after reading it was that not only were these two people not dead, they should have become dead soldiers or something like that.

Otherwise it doesn't make sense.

"You said, someone is raising them?"

"놆!"

After thinking about it, Zhao tentatively asked, "Can you find out the person behind it?"

The young man shook his head. Although he didn't say anything, the meaning was obvious.

"Government?"

"놆, and he is in a high position, I guess it should not be lower than the third grade..."

Third grade! Zhao Jiu's expression changed drastically, and he was already the first among the six civil servants with real power. Not lower than the third rank, it is only possible for generals who hold heavy troops in those places.

food! He suddenly remembered to go to Jizhuang. They have a lot of troops, and if they want to rebel, they just need food. Isn't this a coincidence?

"Do you think it's north or south?"

The north refers to Hexi, and the south refers to Shu. Of course the young man can understand it, but he can't speak it well either.

"I can't tell, I don't think the south or the north can do such a big deal."

The young man stood up and explained, "One of the two was beheaded in Shengjing. Logically speaking, it is impossible for the northern hand to stretch out that long."

Zhao nodded in approval, no longer worrying about which side of the two they were from, and instead asked, "Where is Lailu Village?"

"Oh, the owner of that village died a few years ago, and was later bought by an old man to make wine." The young man talked eloquently.

It's easy to check out Laiwang Village, but there's nothing worth digging up.

"Oh, by the way, that 껚village was flooded a few days ago. The huge 껚village was burned down, and the whereabouts of the old man can't be traced."

Zhao just smiled when he heard this. He had seen the process with his own eyes, so he knew it without anyone telling him.

껚 Zhuang, a dead soldier, he always felt that it was neither the work of the north nor the hand of the south, but rather like the handwriting of the emperor.

The Dragon Chair 껗 can do this kind of method!

But now Zhao is not entangled with anyone, but is a little worried. All the clues have been cut off at this point, and we will still have to live on tenterhooks in the future.

Money is wasted.

He stuffed the two pieces of paper into his chest, threw down a hundred-tael silver note, and turned around and walked out the door.

By this time it was completely dark, the spring was chilly, and the wind blowing on my face stung a bit. He lowered his head and wrapped his cotton robe tightly, and walked towards the Yamen with a low expression, his mood getting lower and lower as he walked.

"The success fell short..."

"If I had known it would be like this, I would have survived that night..."