Cosma Empire

The eagle dagger is Brest's treasure. This dagger is a trophy he found from the sheriff when he killed a sheriff. At that time, he was not as famous as he is now. At that time, he robbed a carriage near a small town, but he couldn't kill the family in the carriage, but he also attracted people. the local sheriff. The sheriff has been chasing him, unwilling to give up after running for a long distance, and said that he is wanted.

In the end, he was forced to fight back, killed the sheriff in the field, and got the eagle dagger from the sheriff. He doesn't know anything about antiques, but he knows that when people like himself who have never seen the market feel that the thing in their hands is a good thing, it is very likely to be a good thing. When the handle of this eagle dagger faces up, it looks like an eagle standing on a tree trunk with its wings closed. The upper body of the eagle forms the handle of the dagger, and the lower body of the eagle becomes when the dagger is pulled out from the scabbard. .

On the steel blade of the dagger, there are layers of feather-like patterns. Brest thinks this is definitely a good thing, even if it is not an antique, it can still be worth a lot of money, so he always keeps this dagger with him .

At this time, he put the dagger on the drunkard's neck, carefully maintaining the blade that had never cut anything hard, but only touched the drunkard's skin, causing the drunkard to feel a slight tingling pain. His drunkenness disappeared in an instant, and he became sober, and slowly turned around with his hands raised.

Brest frowned, "Put your stuff in, or I'll cut it off and feed it to the dogs!"

The alcoholic immediately shoved his baby back into his crotch, zipped it up and raised his hands again, lowered his head slightly to glance at Brest's baby, and kept his mouth tightly shut, not daring to make any sound.

"Very well, I like obedient children. Do you know that a carriage entered the town today?" He closed the door of the single room and asked his companion to block the door. If anyone wants to come in, he can signal to him for convenience He immediately cleaned up the situation here.

It stands to reason that gold diggers are poor people, and people should have a sympathetic attitude towards gold diggers. But in fact, no one likes gold diggers. This group of people who are desperate for money often appear around the living points to rob or steal in the past. Once their behavior is discovered, they will become more dangerous, and they will kill those who find them, so that their portraits will not become the object of competition for other gold diggers who claim to be messengers of justice.

The alcoholic thought for a moment with his brain that was being washed by alcohol, and after a few neurons had some jerky connections, he nodded hastily, "Yes, I know there is a carriage parked opposite my house."

This made Brest very surprised. He didn't expect to find out where Durin was hiding by catching a random guy, which would be of great help to their next plan. He licked his lips, which he always does whenever he gets excited, "Where is your house?"

The drunkard honestly said in a somewhat sad tone: "My family is gone!"

"Are you kidding me?" Brest's joy didn't last for five seconds before he became a little annoyed. With a little effort in his hand, the blade pressed against the skin and embedded itself in the drunkard's neck, but no blood flowed out. In fact, the skin is not afraid of slight squeezing, but cutting. But this was enough to scare the alcoholic. He suddenly wanted to urinate, but just now, the poor faucet behind him was not tightened, and a few drops of water dripped out, which was extraordinarily crisp in this extremely quiet toilet.

tick.

tick!

"No, absolutely not, my house was burned, so I have no home anymore!", he explained that he did not deceive anyone, and he swore on the toes of God.

Brest laughed angrily when he heard such an explanation, "Very well, tell me where you live, I will let my friends drink with you, if you dare to lie to me, I promise you will not see The moon tonight!"

"The newspaper said it will rain tonight..." The drunkard trembled again, raising his hands higher, "Okay, okay, I said..."

Brest, who came out of the toilet, shook his head angrily and amusedly. He put his treasure back into the scabbard and hung it on his belt, and said to his companions outside the toilet, "I heard that the second floor here is for rent. room, you take him up there and wait for me to come back."

His companion nodded, and dragged the drunkard up to the second floor. Brest walked straight to the door, and the other person sitting at the round table also stood up.

It was already noon at this time, and there were not so many people on the street, but there were still some people. Although Washiu Town is not a big town with tens of thousands of families, it is also a medium-sized town with four to five thousand families. It is not uncommon for some pedestrians on the street to rush home for dinner. Brest and the others seemed a bit different among these people. Many people would rather avoid them than get too close to them when they saw their attire.

Gold diggers are lunatics, this is the common sense of ordinary people.

Fortunately, the town is not too big, so you can find out after a little inquiring. In the end, Brest stood next to the smoking ruins. This was the home of the alcoholic. After he turned around, he saw a small hotel, only three floors high, and the signboard looked quite fashionable, considering the aesthetics of this town.

The two entered the hotel, Brest slapped ten yuan on the counter, and the boss who was giggling at the counter looked up impatiently, "Is there anything I can do to help you? You better hurry up !"

"I want a few rooms." As he spoke, he looked towards the floor plan covered with keys on the wall inside the counter. This floor plan is a total of three connected together, and each floor plan is marked with the number of floors on each floor. rooms, and rooms of those rooms. There were three rooms with no keys on the hooks, which must have been occupied, and the rest had keys.

The boss casually took the ten yuan on the table in his hand, sniffed it in front of his nose, and flicked it with his fingers before stuffing it properly into the leather shoe clapper. He looked up and down the two gold diggers outside the counter, hesitated, and quoted a price, "One yuan and five a day, how many rooms do you want?"

During lunch, a local middle-aged man whispered a few words in Du Lin's ear, and then Du Lin glanced at Duffer, "Those gold diggers are staying in the hotel in the morning." It decided the outcome of these people, but Du Lin didn't intend to kill them so simply, that would be a waste of the gift that these people had traveled so far to give. He then looked at Eric, who was sitting on his right, "These people can let you go back to the business. By the way, my friend in the mainland has found your lost savings certificate. Any central bank in the empire , use this set of numbers to report the loss of your savings certificate, and you can get a new certificate."

Speaking of which, Du Lin pushed a small card to Eric's hand, and reminded with a smile: "Be careful this time, don't lose it again, it's very troublesome to find it!"

Du Lin made a phone call to Mr. Jack and asked Mr. Jack to help him set up a safe anonymous account with 100,000 yuan deposited in it. This kind of trivial matter is not even a serious matter for Mr. Jack. The largest money laundering banker in the underground world has a very broad cooperative relationship with the Imperial Central Bank and the Southern Commercial Bank. Setting up an account out of thin air is nothing but A word that doesn't even count as a favor.

Eric picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, then picked up a small card with a set of eighteen numbers on it, he nodded and put the card in his jacket pocket, "Don't worry, I won't do it this time Throw it!"

Once he decided to become friends with Du Lin, Eric's mentality changed very quickly, and he felt that Du Lin was right. If he wants to be loyal to the empire, he must first be qualified to be loyal to the empire. He is just a poor wretch who is not even qualified as a chess piece. What he is loyal to is not the empire, but the will of some people. Once he accepted Du Lin's ideas, he realized how stupid he was in the past. If he could become the chairman of the safety committee, then he would definitely draw a line with Du Lin and ensure that all his actions were for this nation.

Now is the time for him to accumulate strength, he needs to accept a little gift that is not so friendly, for the sake of great ideals, some small mistakes are allowed.

"Who are they?" Eric, who quickly entered the state, was very curious about the identities of this group of people. Since Du Lin said that these people are valuable, they must have a huge effect on him.

Du Lin smiled, picked up a napkin and touched his lips, "If I guessed correctly, they should be members of the Freedom Front."

Du Lin's answer made Eric feel a little horrified, because he had gone to school and received higher education, so he heard another meaning from Du Lin's words-Du Lin was connected with the Freedom Front, Then the guy they saw in the morning wearing a cloak and a hood must also be a member of the Freedom Front, and most likely a very important high-level figure in the Freedom Front.

Then, he fell into silence. Because he discovered his insignificance, such a young man who was younger than himself not only possessed huge power on the stage, but also had frightening influence in invisible places. He forced out a smile, "If it's true, that would be great!"

"We'll do it after dinner, and call the sheriff along the way."

The sheriff was called to create some so-called on-site evidence. The body of Eric's colleague was not burned along with the fire, but was stolen out.

It seems that the corpse can be easily burned to ashes, but in fact it is difficult to completely burn it without sufficient high-temperature flames, and often leaves a human-shaped coke, charred on the outside and tender on the inside. Once a corpse appears in the ruins, it will definitely attract the attention of the sheriff, maybe he will really call for support. This time happened to be a high-pressure period for the western military to search for the Freedom Front. Even if there was a one in ten thousand possibility of attracting soldiers, it was not allowed by Du Lin.

And now, this corpse is used. Although they have already buried the person in the vegetable garden, wouldn't it be enough to dig it out again? ...

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