Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1012 994. Francis

Lan En is quite familiar with this kind of gang structure, the Beggars Gang.

I learned about it when I was a kid watching martial arts TV series.

With the social governance capabilities of the feudal era, beggars were bound to appear, and connecting these people was a huge network.

In the eyes of ordinary people, beggars are a group of useless human waste.

But things like people can produce high value as long as they are used correctly.

Even a beggar.

But it seems that in this magical Middle Ages, no one has this awareness.

It is also possible that in places where the urban population does not meet the standards, there is no soil for the birth of this kind of organizational structure.

After all, the capital of Aedirn, Vengerburg, has a permanent population of only 6,000. This is already the capital of one of the four major northern countries.

If there aren't enough people, there won't be enough trade and entanglements, and the information won't be that valuable, and it won't be that cost-effective to organize people like beggars to gather information.

Even underpopulated cities may not have enough beggars.

This is the so-called lack of ‘urbanization’.

On the northern continent, perhaps only Novigrad has developed to this point. Someone finally realized that this kind of gameplay can be played in a city of this size.

An emerging, newly discovered intelligence path and profit-making method. In order to ensure the originality and leading edge of this method, it is natural for gangs to silence people.

Just now, when Lan En pressed the head of the gangster leader and asked him about Dudu, the man did not dare to hesitate at all. Even though his mouth was so crooked that he could not speak, he still whimpered with his throat to express his cooperation.

But when Lan En brought the topic to their cooperative relationship with the beggar, he hesitated.

"No, no! Dear sir, we!!!"

Lan En's face was very calm under the hood, but he tightened his grip slightly and put more force on the wall.

The gangster leader immediately felt uncontrollable fear under the pressure. He seemed to hear the sound of his skull slowly deforming.

He also understood from this: he could talk about the future later, but now he had to survive first before he could have a future.

"Yes! Yes sir! That's what it is! You saw through it right away! That's absolutely right!"

After his psychological defense was crushed, he said everything in a panic, as if he was afraid that his head would collapse along with it.

I was even a little afraid that I would say something late or miss something.

Not only did he acknowledge this emerging organizational structure, he even directly poured out his own gang information, and even Jieba was cured.

"We are a mud gang, living in the civilian area of ​​Novigrad. The boss is Skech! This method was organized by one of the boss's subordinates! He originally wanted to hide, but a beggar snitched on the boss. It’s become known to everyone!”

"Let me go, sir! Good sir! That's all I know! Really! If you want to make a name for yourself this way, it's absolutely fine!"

He guessed wrong. Lan En didn't care about this idea or the profits it could bring.

"You guys from the Mud Gang think Dudu owes you money, so you should have investigated him, right?"

".yes?"

The leader of the gangsters didn't understand why anyone would care about a halfling who was running away to hide from debts in front of this news, and his tone even became a little uncertain because of this.

"Did the investigation yield any results?"

"Should there be? Ah! No! There must be! Our boss must have it!"

Sensing something wrong with the pressure on his head in time, the gangster's eye-catching skills reached the peak of his career at this moment.

He spoke quickly while suppressing a terrified scream.

This skill saved him once again in his underworld career.

Lan En's hand on the side of his head slowly released, and the man who was originally pressed against the wall also collapsed. He leaned against the wall and slid down, gasping for air for the rest of his life.

There was a muffled "bang" sound next to him, causing the leader of the gang who was lying next to the wall to catch his breath to tremble.

Lan En's tall body was already standing next to the gangsters who had just regained consciousness on the ground. He raised the boots under his cloak and then stomped them down like a pile driver!

Quickly and swiftly, a gangster's neck was stepped on into an obtuse angle.

He didn't bleed much, as if Lan En was giving an example to the gangster leader: if he didn't want to dirty the place, he should use this method.

The gangster leader was as discerning as ever. He lowered his head tremblingly to show that he had learned.

This group of people had no ability to resist, so Lan En followed the footprints he had just seen and walked upstairs to Dudu's house again.

In the end, he only discovered that there was a book missing from the bookcase on the second floor.

The dwarf Dudu turned into only took this thing, then turned around and left.

Clues are hard to find, especially for a shapeshifter.

Fortunately, he just caught another 'clue'.

——

In order to give a good impression to his future professional manager, Lan En dragged all the corpses in the room to the streets and alleys outside.

The witcher didn't care whether he would be discovered by the beggars along the street.

Anyway, this matter will be over soon, and they won't be able to react.

The gangster leader was now leading the way. He led Lan En and Triss into a strange environment among the twists and turns of the building.

This is the slum of Novigrad. Although there is no physical separation from other areas and no obvious dividing line, Lan En is new here, and Triss just bought a holiday villa in Novigrad, which he usually uses. Come and relax.

Neither of them had been to this place.

As soon as he came in, Lan En felt that the name Mud Gang was indeed appropriate.

It is different from the standard where the main roads in Novigrad are paved with stone bricks.

The pavement stone bricks here have been damaged to the point where no trace is visible, and the soil has been exposed again, and turned into a muddy mixture during the drainage and excretion process of the residents.

Some residents laid wooden boards over the mire and puddles to make walking easier, but even the wooden boards were damaged by soaking and sank into the mud due to being stepped on.

The houses are generally crooked, with the upper and lower floors looking like building blocks that have not been stacked neatly, and they look as if they are about to fall over.

The red tile roof on the house has faded to orange, and the wall paint on the walls has yellowed and peeled off.

The wooden stairs and handles have cracks and defects that have been in disrepair for a long time.

There were not many healthy young people coming and going, but mostly middle-aged and elderly people in tattered clothes, sighing and hunched over.

The gangsters who make a living here will never be able to get on the stage in Novigrad, because they will definitely not be able to make money.

The name Mud Gang is absolutely appropriate.

The gangster leader was walking in front, with Lan En and Triss following behind.

There was a slippery deep feeling under the boots, which was disgusting. But the witcher was used to it.

It's just that the conditions are similar to those in the wilderness village.

There are many twists and turns after twists and turns. There are many privately built houses in this area, so the narrow roads between the houses are even more complicated.

And without the gangster leader, a local, to lead the way, it would be difficult for Lan En to notice this area.

When walking into this area, the leading gangster is obviously a 'celebrity' in this area.

He nodded or raised his hand and greeted many people along the way.

"Hey, Marsh. How much did you make today?"

"Heh, heh heh."

It's just that the acquaintances who have greeted him are a little strange. This guy's smile seems a little fake today.

Looking at the big man and woman leading behind him, people just looked at them a few more times.

Everyone knows that Marsh is the person trusted by the boss in the Mud Gang. For some reason, his work has been getting better and better recently, and his reputation is getting bigger and bigger.

Who knows what's going on with the big man and woman in the back? Maybe it has something to do with the boss?

Triss now has a braid. Without the use of magic, everyone would just think she is a hot beauty.

After passing through an archway between two streets, a group of people seemed to be heading in the same direction as them. After taking a look at this place, the leading bald man began to approach.

"Hello, Marsh."

The bald man spoke first.

His face was not pretty, and he was a bit serious with his bald head. He was wearing a leather jacket and breeches suitable for action, as well as a small leather bag, a dagger and other accessories.

"Hello to you, Francis Beland."

Marsh responded dryly.

But the bald man still looked at Marsh in surprise, as if he didn't expect the other party to actually respond to him, which caught him off guard.

"Uh oh."

He blinked, but quickly adjusted and returned to the topic.

"Marsh, Boss Skechers asked you to collect the debt from the halfling, but I don't think the two behind you look like the halfling's buddies, nor do they look like the unlucky ones involved in this matter. Whatever. It’s not wise to threaten people.”

"Boss Skechers only cares about money. I'm doing this for your own good. Don't bring worthless people to the boss, he will get angry."

Lan En noticed the man named Francis Beland, who was looking away vaguely while speaking.

That amused him.

Because this guy, who seemed to be the leader of the Mud Gang like Marsh, seemed to think that Lan En and the others were the unlucky guys who were coerced by Marsh to do business.

Now I want to get Lan En and Triss out of this matter.

People who belong to gangs still have some sympathy. Is there some kind of gangster script going on here?

If he hadn't vaguely sensed the other person's emotions, Lan En would have almost thought he had seen the other person's eyes wrong.

But Marsh himself is actually the one who wants to 'pick out' the two people behind him the most right now.

It's a pity that I can't pick it.

The skull still feels a little deflated now.

"Mind your own business, Francis. You should mind your own business now."

Marsh said stiffly.

Francis Belland's situation in the gang seemed dire.

Although he seemed to want to pick out innocent people, he still had to take care of his own safety first.

So at the end, he looked at the two people led by Marsh behind him with a vague look of pity, then stopped talking and returned to the leading position of the group of people he led.

After he walked away, Marsh trembled and whispered to Lan En beside him without daring to turn his head.

The sound was as soft as breathing, but Marsh already knew that the creature next to him, who didn't know whether it was a human or something else, could definitely hear it clearly.

"He was the one who first thought of taking advantage of the beggar, my lord."

"But when I discovered something was wrong with him, Boss Skechers only spent two crowns to find out about it from a beggar."