Dear Broom Knight

Louis surveyed the tent, saying each word carefully, "You all think that old guy is shameless and doesn't value his life, right?

Even though he's acting like this because the Qingfeng Territory Lord doesn't care, what if that lord gets annoyed with him one day?

Under the sun, there's nothing Lord Lowry can't see."

The guild leaders exchanged glances, still somewhat clueless, but they wouldn't think Louis was just trying to scare them at this point.

They were all gourds hanging from the same vine, and someone was digging at their roots, so Louis was still acting like a decent person.

This wasn't some major escape where only one guild could survive in the end.

They looked at each other for a while, then all turned their gazes to Harlin.

After all, he was already publicly known for his low intelligence, so showing a little more ignorance wouldn't be a problem.

Harlin clicked his tongue in annoyance but finally spoke, "Louis, stop playing with us. If we knew, why would I and these guys even come to you!

Louis sighed, "I'm really not trying to keep you in suspense. It's just that I discovered the clues while wandering around the camp, unsure how to solve the recent troubles.

I just hoped that at least someone would think about the problem when I mentioned his odd behavior.

After all, that lord seems to have noticed something long ago.

I saw some traces of small birds over there."

Guild Leader Fang Zheng paused for a moment before asking, "Is it something only you can see, or can anyone see it?"

They were old friends who had been dealing with each other for many years, so they might not fully understand all of Louis's special abilities, but they knew a little.

The reason all the guild leaders recognized Louis's judgment was also related to his excellent intelligence-gathering talent.

Not all guild leaders were like Harlin, who was meticulous but generally too lazy to be.

But if the information collected wasn't detailed and accurate enough, it was better not to make a judgment at all.

Louis nodded slightly, "Only me. The one he's using isn't an ordinary bird. It's a bit like those big bees, and it seems to only be active in the apartment area on the surface."

Harlin suddenly understood, "That makes sense. Those bees don't have such good eyesight; they can only see two or three hundred meters away.

The old guy's shop is at the very back of the commercial district, at least a thousand meters away from the apartment area!

No wonder he didn't react much."

Louis shook his head, "We adventurers really have limitations in some ways.

I only started carefully considering the old guy after discovering the lord's eyes.

Finally, I saw a bit of a problem from his old customers.

Every adventure guild inevitably has someone who loves money like their life, someone who would try to pry a copper coin out of the sewer, right?

Even in Harlin's group, there must be someone like that."

"Isn't that normal?" Harlin asked, puzzled. "Some people have suffered, experienced the pain of needing a copper coin as a lifeline but not having it.

Although we say that, if someone in the guild really does that, we wouldn't say much.

Who hasn't had days of desperately fighting for 100 copper coins?

I don't think there's anything wrong with these brothers. They love money, but they also love the team.

Truly profit-driven people would have been eliminated at the very beginning.

Even those evil adventure guilds that kill like flies wouldn't only care about money.

At least they have a bottom line that everyone can accept; otherwise, how could they cooperate!

If they can't even guarantee fair distribution among themselves... then it can't be a team!

The former cults, ah, slave groups?

Most of those troublemakers were screwing over their own families!

These days, as long as you can step outside, that old garbage won't be able to deceive people."

Louis sighed, "But among these people, it's indeed easiest to find those who would waver for more money and benefits.

Especially those who have been desperately fighting for years, decades, to save their relatives and friends and are about to give up.

You should understand!

Those days of desperately earning money to buy life-saving medicine from the church, but still only being able to watch them lying in bed, their breath gradually weakening, trying everything but only being able to keep them alive for a few more days, who among us hasn't experienced that?

It's just that we all survived those times.

But that's because no matter how crazy we were, there were no results.

What if there were?

But I can't be sure.

Maybe they're just good friends, have some other dealings..."

Harlin was silent for a long time before suddenly interrupting him, "But we wouldn't harm the adventure guild that saved us and led us to the pinnacle of life for our own selfish desires.

I believe my members won't either."

"Yes, generally speaking, we, or the guild members, would choose to leave the guild first before doing anything," Louis smiled. "But that's because we realized that these things would harm the adventure guild.

What if they don't know?

Harlin, if someone asked you to help them steal a few chickens and geese from some noble's small garden when you were level 10, would you think that this matter could affect your adventure guild?

Even if your adventure guild was doing missions in their territory."

Harlin didn't dare to say anything. He definitely wouldn't have thought of it, and he would have happily accepted such a mission that seemed like a child's squabble.

Stealing a few chickens was nothing!

If they didn't know the true face of Qingfeng Valley, who would think that the poultry and livestock surrounded by a circle of thin, long saplings were important resources?

There wasn't even a guard dog~

Ordinary adventurers who weren't interested in the outside world's politics or affairs, and only focused on making money, couldn't be too cautious.

Of course, some people might be deceiving themselves, after all, the owner of the things was that Qingfeng Territory Lord who had many good things and was cold and ruthless enough, so the things stolen from him couldn't be simple. But they must also feel that this matter is troublesome, but not to the point of implicating the adventure guild.

In the eyes of these people, even the best chicken is just a chicken!

They wouldn't think about the subsequent effects.

Even Harlin didn't understand how terrifying Qingfeng Territory's subtle influence was until now!

"Actually, we're not really afraid of those losses," Guild Leader Fang Zheng said in a low voice. "Even if it does make most of the guild members feel disappointed, they wouldn't be too dissatisfied.

We ourselves can sacrifice for the adventure guild to continue!

Like Louis said, who hasn't seen the casualties of their relatives and teachers?

But I always feel...

No, I should say, you actually have this idea too, right?

Lyon Hamilton can indeed bring us a bright future, but the foundation... the spark that we adventure guilds must leave behind, can only be preserved here in Qingfeng Territory.

Even if that king who used to be an adventurer eventually turns ruthless, uses us and then stabs us in the back... he would never dare to reach into Qingfeng Territory's territory."

Harlin hesitated for a moment before saying, "The Qingfeng Territory Lord really doesn't care much about Lyon's future identity.

Unlike those neighbors, who have been practically giving their faces to Lyon to step on lately. I heard that Earl Leander Brooke even sent his twelve-year-old daughter to the border checkpoints of the territory to sing ditties every day."

Louis glanced at him, "What's that? The Brooke family's girl is indeed a bard.

Although it's a bit flattering, Brooke isn't really trying to offer his daughter.

Lyon is going to inherit the throne, but he's not the king yet!

How could he openly take away an underage noblewoman!

Brooke is doing this to apologize for the vague suppression he once did to the Fierce Tiger Blade Adventure Guild because of some hints from the capital.

He's already so shameless, Lyon can't openly suppress him no matter how unhappy he is.

On the contrary, Brandon Harris, that bastard, even brought out his own son."

"The Harris family's young master, who is so beautiful that even His Majesty the King couldn't help but marvel?" Guild Leader Fang Zheng sat up straight abruptly, looking at Louis with gleaming eyes.

Except for Harlin, who was a little slow to react, the other guild leaders actually had faces full of interest.

Louis couldn't help but sigh.

Who would believe that there were five level 16 Great Knights sitting here when they saw this?

They all had gossipy faces.

However, he understood that although these few seemed very interested, they were actually using their own methods to contact their subordinates and arrange for suitable people to observe that Treasure Merchant Guild.

Louis thought about the intelligence personnel under these guys, and determined that he didn't need to worry about them alerting the enemy, so he was too lazy to pay attention, and changed the topic according to the wishes of this group.

In any case, they had to be given enough time and space to make mistakes, and in the end, they would still return to the negotiating table in front of them.

After all, there were many people whose brains weren't good enough, and most people would rather believe the decisions made by their own insufficient brains.

Like these three next to him, if they hadn't come as a group, Louis would have had a hundred ways to screw them over... if someone went to die first, then the other adventure guilds wouldn't need to be so nervous.

What's the use of being considered smart?

As long as they weren't the kind of extremely clever, brilliant people, who could withstand someone else's preparation and their own momentary negligence!

Louis felt that he was quite smart, but he didn't dare to believe that he could be foolproof.

Therefore, he never easily believed what others said, he would repeatedly think about everything, and he would never make a decision on the spot.