Dawn of the Grey Tower

Bobcat, Lothar went to the parties to inquire about this person. And the one who contributed the most is his brother, Jimmy, the owner of the food shop. This sounds a little unreasonable, because how can the brother be so active in telling outsiders his intelligence? Unless, this information can not affect the Bobcats at all. People in this world probably don't like their things too much, and how much is too much, how much is too much, this limit varies from person to person. But there are people in this world who don't care about their own things, even if they know everything they have done since childhood, it doesn't matter. The Bobcat is such a person. Only such a person can become a qualified broker, a businessman with no weaknesses, and what happens is that the Bobcats sell intelligence, intelligence of various people and all kinds of things.

"Before you start, according to my experience, it is necessary for me to give you some suggestions. This will allow us to do business faster, and also to remind you not to go after and last time. People like Silver Skull are stupid and don't admit it. "Said the Bobcat, rubbing his fingers on the glass. Judging from his mention of the Silver Skeleton, he should have gradually remembered the scene when he last met with Lothar. "This first point is that I only sell what I know. I don't talk about speculation and conjecture. And Among the things I know, I only sell the results. The cause and the course of the incident are not what I have. So if you want to ask me about the witch or the relationship between the people on the ship, you do n’t have to. It ’s better to know this kind of thing. Ask the bards. "

"Second point, do n’t take my mind too much. My limitation is not that I really know the secrets and personal details of witches, but the boundaries I set for my own safety, beyond the boundaries. In fact, I do n’t know most. And the things within the boundary can be sold by me as commodities. How about? If you feel disappointed, it ’s too late now, otherwise, I will order a second cup. " The lean man smiled, and seemed to be driving Losa away.

The count certainly didn't mean to leave. Speaking of intelligence merchants, it is not the first time for Losa to meet. As early as when he fought in a lion's army, he has always paid great attention to the collection of intelligence. He has seen at least two digits of information from large and small intelligence dealers. the amount. Naturally, some of them are just indiscriminate, and even there are many spies sent by the enemy to spread false news. Over time, Lothar himself has a set of standards for identifying the credibility of intelligence sources. Based on this set of standards, he was quite satisfied with the "professional level" that the Bobcats showed at this time.

"Of course, as long as you don't get drunk after drinking the second glass." Lothar shrugged. "But the transaction I did with you this time was not for questions."

"Oh?" The Bobcat had just raised his hand for the waitress to have another glass of ale. Hearing this, he put his hand back. "Then you have to talk about what you want to do. I'm afraid it's beyond my ability."

"No, no, I want to ask you to do something, you must be able to do it." The count tilted his body forward. "I want to invite you to perform with me."

"I don't know how to act. You have to find the actors, but who will come here?" The Bobcat slumped back in his chair, hiding his upper half of his face under the shadow.

"Don't rush to refuse, let me tell you the matter before you make a decision," Lothar said. In fact, his intention was to let the Bobcats introduce a candidate who could be used as an agent to buy Fioni. But the count suddenly realized in a few words that the bobcat's identity as an intelligence dealer made him more suitable for this task than any other agent. Everyone will know that the Bobcats were ordered to buy the Kraken, but everyone will also know that it is not easy to want the information of his employer in the mouth of a well-known intelligence dealer.

"Wang Dang" wine glass fell on the table, this is already the third empty wine glass in front of the Bobcat. The man reached for his piece of dried meat and put it in his mouth, his eyes half closed with his eyes seemingly drunk. In the eyes of the count, this guy is still sober, and his drunken movements on his upper body are just a relaxing and alert performance.

"Hiccups!" The intelligence dealer burped a wine burp, and twitched his mouth a few times, "Tarantula, right? I can't do what you said, and it's even easy to do. As long as you give enough money, me and that The guy who sells people has more or less friendship. However, although this question may touch the red line, I still have to ask, you know, we do n’t ask so much under normal circumstances. But the situation is not normal now. "So, this man pointed his finger at Lothar." You have to tell me who you are with. "

"Is this important?" Said the count, and he heard something wrong from the Bobcat's question, because the question of who he was with meant that there were at least two opposing forces here. And this will never refer to the state between the individual captains, it is more like saying that there is something like a faction in Frustration Bay.

"Hey ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It ’s okay to tell you, if you asked this question before the tsunami, I would say it does n’t matter at all. Because there was only one kind of bird that could fly here at Crusty Bay, Crow But the situation is different now. Although there is no evidence, seagulls can be seen on the pier, and even some older birds are faintly visible. So I must ask you, what is that hovering above your head? A kind of flying bird. And based on your answer, I can say whether I would like to conclude this transaction. "Bobcat grinned, his right index finger drawn a circle in the air.

Lothar was silent for a moment, and he understood the meaning of the other person faintly, but some contents were still uncertain. But after weighing for a while, he still said, "My head only has the sun and no flying birds. And the sun will not participate in the disputes of birds."

"The sun? I can't see it." The intelligence dealer shook his head and pointed to the collarbone that was not covered by the collar of Lothar. There was a tattoo-like pattern faintly visible on it. "There is a legend on the black arrow. There is a guy who has the Poseidon's rope but not dead. So, it is not the sun, but the storm. The storm can kill all seabirds. "

The count's face became difficult to look at, and the Bobcat suddenly laughed and patted the table with a mischievous expression. "You should really look at the expression on your face now. Rest assured, I just said a joke, this I picked up the list. See you here at noon tomorrow. "