Paine's game

"Why isn't it a bad thing?"

Mustache laughed loudly, "Just because he is a disgusting match seller. Now many people in Copenhagen are looking for him, many people want his life, and many people want the ill-gotten wealth he accumulated. If

If he hadn't spent money to feed some people, I'm afraid the guards would have hunted him long ago."

Paine felt certain that he had come to the tavern at the right time. He originally only had three tasks in this world, but now he has completed two by chance. He only needs to complete task three: buy the jeepney in the window of the Jeep Specialty Store.

Christmas tree, he can return. Naturally, he doesn't want to create more troubles and go back to get involved in that mess.

If Charlotte had not arranged for the short-haired girl to go with Paine in pairs at the beginning, and if each of their players had different tasks, Paine would have simply taken the money and ran away to buy the Christmas tree first and then wait for an opportunity to complete other tasks.

But the situation doesn't seem to be bad now. After all, Charlotte dared to let a few of them "refugees" run errands and gave them a large sum of money. Paine didn't believe it if he didn't do it as a back-up, and he might be following behind her.

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"Is he wanted?"

"He is not wanted, but no one in Copenhagen cares about the life or death of a match seller, even if he claims to have been cleared."

"That's it." Paine considered how to speak. "If I know Charlotte's whereabouts, can I find someone to help me deal with him?"

"Of course, I can help you."

Mustache suddenly burst into laughter, and slapped his hand on a bell on the bar. The sound of "ding, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, bell, rang out in the whole tavern."

All eyes were focused on the mustache.

"Hi, gentlemen. The Mr. Ronald in front of me has offended the treacherous match seller Charlotte. He wants to ask if this will be a very troublesome matter. Can you tell him?

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"Don't worry about that son of a bitch!"

"Fuck that damn fat guy!"

"Crooked fat man!"

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Everyone was spitting and swearing. Mustache did not lie to Paine. It seemed that Charlotte's reputation here was not good.

Mustache patted the bell on the bar again, and the bell once again drowned out everyone's voices.

"But the treacherous Charlotte is still very difficult to deal with." Mustache said, "So I plan to help this gentleman. No one will leak the news, right?"

"Of course not. Who would miss the opportunity to cause trouble for that profiteer? Let's talk about it!" A shirtless man stood up and said waving his arms.

"certainly!"

"How about we go beat that damn fat guy up together?"

"Robbing him of all his money by the way!"

Everyone agreed again.

"Then thank you all. I'm going to make the decision today and give everyone a glass of ale! Let me talk to this gentleman first, and I'll need everyone's help to hold the place together later!"

There was a burst of cheers in the tavern.

"Anna, come and greet the guests." Mustache summoned a maid.

"Follow me." Mustache said to Paine.

Paine took a deep breath, reluctantly put down the uneaten goat steak, and followed Mustache to a passage behind the bar.

The passage leads to a small room, which looks like a study room, with bookcases and writing desks, but there are more round stools, twenty or thirty.

"Sit down." Mustache signaled. "Where is Charlotte now?"