Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

　　 Corleone and the others went out after a good meal. Facknet suggested that a few people buy drapes, so that they can hide their faces and avoid any trouble.

　　 "I think we have been a little too relaxed lately. You must know that we have provoke a nobleman after all. Although his hand may not reach the land of no owner, he still has to maintain the vigilance he should have."

　　Fakner continued: "Everyone usually wears a face towel when you go out, and Corleone, don't always ask questions, I know all this is very novel to you."

　　 "Understood, Uncle Fackney, I promise not to cause trouble for everyone. By the way, I want to go to the thieves' union. I hope to find some news about my family." Corleone pursed his mouth.

　　 "And I heard from the blacksmith in Buller Village before that there is a swordsman in Scone, and I want to learn sword skills if I have the opportunity." Corleone said quickly.

　　 At this time, Corleone's eyes showed a different look. It was a desire for power. He became fascinated by this feeling of constant strengthening.

　　 "Okay, it's not early today, we will accompany you to see tomorrow, by the way, I plan to go to the arena to make a little money." Facknet said, playing with a machete.

　　 "We have a lot of money, right? The mouse monster's bounty alone is 200 gold coins. If a few people divide it, it will be more than 60 gold coins." Corleone asked curiously.

　　 "Stupid boy, you don't need money to maintain equipment, don't you want to change to better protective gear? Don't you want to eat more delicious food?"

　　 "A good full body protective gear costs at least hundreds of gold coins. If it is made by a dwarf, it will be more expensive."

　　 "And it's not cheap to eat in Scone City. The three of us just spent more than 1 gold coin on that meal. Alas, the prices here are really expensive!" Fackney sighed after finishing.

　　 "That's not because you have drunk so much! You can drink so much, just participate in the beer contest held by the dwarf!" Pauly complained.

　　 "Haha, if I had a chance, I would like to visit the city of the dwarves. I've longed for the beer contest for a long time!" Fackney replied with a smile.

　　 The three of them talked and laughed and walked towards the hotel, but they did not know that they had been spotted, that is, the "big heads" in the tavern before.

　　 The "big heads" have been following them since they left the tavern. His palms were sweating, not because of tension but very agitated. The three people in front of him were a "golden mountain" for him!

　　 "So you guys live here, okay, okay, okay, God bless me, I'm destined to make this fortune!" thought this way in his head.

　　 Then he ran away, planning to find his elder brother.

　　 After turning around a lot of small alleys, his head came to an old double-storey house, and there were people fighting inside from time to time.

　　 "Brother, I'm coming to see you!" With a piece of good smoked meat in his head, he walked toward the yard.

　　 And in this yard, there are dozens of strong warriors fighting each other close, there are men and women, and one of them is a Shaq.

　　 "Oh, it's a ‘big head’, how come you have time to see me today, are you in trouble again?"

　　 "I told you a long time ago, don't confuse with the'cat ears' gang anymore, what's the future of a bunch of petty thieves! You might as well come to my mercenary group."

　　 This strong human speaking man has extremely strong muscles. He is bare-armed holding the stone lock, and the heavy stone lock seems to have no weight in his hands.

　　 This brawny man has brown skin, an ugly face and a flat nose, but his body is covered with old wounds, and there is also a knife mark on his throat. I don't know how he survived.

　　 "Brother, you are joking again, as long as my little arms and legs are eligible to join your ‘tomahawk bone’ mercenary group, I’m a little clever, so I’m going to do some work with the local gang."

　　 "So what, if you join in, how can I arrange a logistics position for you?" After the brawny man finished speaking, the few mercenaries behind all laughed.

　　 "You guys laugh! This is my brother, his head is smarter, but he is a little thinner." The strong man laughed after he finished speaking.

　　 "Okay, what the **** are you looking for with me today."

　　 The big head handed the smoked meat to the strong man and said, "Brother, let's go into the house and talk about this..."

　　 "No, what the **** is going on with you? It's so mysterious, you won't be selling magic mushroom powder again, you kid will die!"

　　 Without speaking, he grabbed the strong man's hand and walked into the room. Then the two chatted quietly in the room.

　　 "Are you sure those three are the bounty criminals a few months ago? Each is worth 1,500 gold coins?!"

　　 "Brother, I am absolutely correct, even if there is only one head, it is worth 1,000 gold coins! And they are now living in a hotel opened by Fei Lun."

　　 "Big Brother, aren't you very familiar with Fat Lun? Then I will find a way to stun a few people with narcotics and then take them out of the city. I will go to the Thieves Guild and pass the news to the nobleman. This will not be easy to earn!"

"Are you really sure? Don't make a mistake when the time comes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The brawny asked again. Not necessarily earned.

The big head expression became very serious and cold, and he said, "Brother, you know how good my memory is. I remember the story of the hungry wolf strangled with bare hands when we were young. Can the details be restored?"

　　 "I believe in my abilities, let alone what happened only a few months ago, how could I be mistaken."

"Okay, you deserve to be my good brother. Then you continue to stare at them. I'll let people prepare anesthetics. It seems we are going to send it." The brawny man's smile on his face looked even more ugly. .

　　 Then the two walked out of the house. The strong man asked one of his hands to prepare supplies, and walked towards the hotel with his head. He needs to have a good talk with the owner of the hotel, Fat Lun.

　　 On the other side, Corleone and the others returned to the hotel to rest. Soon the few of them fell asleep, and a peaceful night was spent.

　　 But what they didn't know was that the hotel owner Fei Lun had a long talk with the leader of the "Tomahawk Bones" mercenary group that night, and the two finally reached some kind of agreement.

　　 In the early morning of the next day, the hotel owner asked Corleone very politely whether they needed to add a quilt, after all, the temperature at night was still very low.

　　 And the boss seemed very happy today. I had a lot of conversations with Corleone, but the boss didn't know much useful information.

　　 Among the three, Corleone, in particular, obeyed Fackner's instructions and did not disclose any of their key information.

　　 A few people chatted with the hotel owner for a while, and after breakfast again, they walked towards the branch of the thieves’ union that the female guest said before.