Quadruple split

As a well-known 'intermediary' in the lower class area of ​​Ellet, Fulden Gavilan is quite famous in the gray area. Naturally, he is a man who has seen big storms. Although he is a little greedy, this is very important for his work. It's not a negative point. After all, it's difficult to figure it out in this mixed circle if you don't have enough bad qualities.

However, since Fulden can go from twenty-six to sixty-two, and from a lackey who doesn’t even deserve a commission to a big boss in the lower class of El Terre, he is naturally not someone who can be easily manipulated. There is no way that idiot's intelligence is below the average, so even if his status is not high enough to get first-hand information, and he does not know the existence of aliens, he will not deliberately go to the iron. Go hit the wall and offend someone you can't afford to offend.

Whether it was arrogance or bullying, what Fullen did was actually not out of the ordinary. If you don't punch hard, you will suffer losses. This kind of thing is normal even on the table, not to mention the gray area he lives in.

In the final analysis, the reason why the old man figured out this [Wind Bird Brigade], and even directly hacked more than 90% of the commission on the premise that it successfully completed the task, was naturally because he was sure.

A mercenary group with no foundation or background, but very high quality. This is the conclusion Fuden came to after conducting a careful investigation, and the reason why he hacked most of the commissions was not really just to get the money. , mainly because I want to give this group of people a show of strength and let them know who has the final say at the lower levels of the Ellet public capital.

According to the plan, the stick will be followed by the carrot. If everything goes according to plan, it won’t be long before Fuden will introduce some really good jobs to the [Wind Bird Brigade], and he won’t even take too much of it. many.

After going through this process over and over again, the resistance of ordinary people will be almost dissipated. After that, as long as he manages it well, Fuleng can become a good big brother in the eyes of the other party who provides him with the "favor of knowing and encountering people", this "good karma" Even if it is knotted.

And to be fair, for a group that has just arrived and wants to bypass the mercenary union to take private jobs and step into the gray area, as long as it is not the kind of person with a reputation that is ridiculously powerful, no matter which 'intermediary' it meets Everyone will be cheated, and as far as the 'intermediary' is concerned, if you don't cheat, you will embarrass everyone, and you won't be able to hang out in the industry in the future.

To put it bluntly, what you are going to do is not a serious business, so don't expect to be treated seriously.

If you want fairness, you can do dozens of deals first to become famous in the industry, or have someone in the industry vouch for you.

All in all, although Fuden's actions were not authentic, under these unwritten rules, he actually couldn't be authentic. At best, the old man was just a little bit shady and the profit was a bit too big.

There is no way, as the most famous middleman in this area, Fuden will also be criticized if he is too gentle, and the harder he bites, the higher the level of the person being bitten, the more he will be highlighted. ability.

The result was that the bite was quite severe, and the level of the person being bitten was quite high, or in other words, too high.

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"伱...you..."

Finally, after almost fainting, he forced himself to pour a bottle of medicine into his mouth, and his face regained some color. He looked at the man in front of him with eyes wide open, gritted his teeth and said: "You are plotting against me! This is a trap. This was a trap from the beginning!"

"See what you said~"

Lusail, the leader of the [Wind Bird Brigade] and the absolute core of the [Wind Bird Club] grinned, took the cloak handed by his companion behind him and put it on his body, and then took out half a tobacco roll from his pocket. He stuffed it into his mouth, simply lit it with two red diamonds clamped between his fingers, and took a deep breath: "Cough cough! Ouch cough cough cough cough!!!"

Fulden: "..."

"Sorry, sorry, I always feel that with my physical fitness here, it shouldn't matter even if I let this thing go around in my lungs."

Lussail twitched the corner of his mouth, then squatted down, raised his hand and patted Fulden's face, who was lying in a pool of blood, and said cheerfully: "Yes, we did set up a plot against you."

"..."

Fuden, who didn't expect the other party to be so frank, was stunned for a moment, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

But Lussail was not a man of few words, so when he saw that Fulen was a little autistic, he continued talking to himself: "But although we have a plot against you, brother, this kind of thing comes down to... Sure enough, the one who failed to see through the opponent is at fault, right?"

"Well, that's right."

As a result, Fuden nodded calmly and admitted unexpectedly calmly: "I have said a thousand things, but I still failed to look at you. I was too stupid."

Lusail was not surprised. He just raised his eyebrows and asked, "So you just admit defeat?"

"That's right. Although I don't think I can afford even a finger for just over five thousand gold coins, not to mention an arm, but if it's the price for looking at others, it's not expensive at all."

Fullen smiled with some difficulty, turned his head and glanced at the broken arm where the bleeding had stopped, and then turned his attention to the twelve bloody arms in front of him, and said lightly: "As for them, You have gained a lot of benefits from following me these years, and if you only lose an arm, it is not a loss."

Lussail laughed, stood up and clapped his hands vigorously: "He is indeed the agent I have chosen. Although his vision is a bit poor, his bearing is still very qualified."

"Okay, I'll just assume you're complimenting...wait a minute."

Fulden's eyes suddenly froze and he frowned: "Agent? What do you mean?"

"Uh, it probably means... an outside member of the Wind Bird Brigade? A senior handyman?"

Lusail touched his stubble and said in an uncertain tone: "Let me think about it, there are not many things that you need to do. They are mainly miscellaneous and trivial things, such as helping everyone in the public capital. The lower level will prepare a fully functional stronghold. They will create fake identities for those of us depending on the situation. We will contact customers to undertake some tasks that are suitable for us. We often go to the market to search for weapons and equipment suitable for everyone and haggle on the price. We will help register a few. The adventurer team should level up to prepare for emergencies, and use the high-quality channels you have to deal with some loot that we don’t need... or something like that?"

"some type of!?"

Fulden became anxious at that time and said angrily: "Are you looking for an agent? Are you looking for your grandson?"

"Hey, what I'm saying is that it's not appropriate for you to be my grandson at your age."

Lussell shook his head and smiled in a pleasant tone: "Don't misunderstand me, don't misunderstand me. I'm not blackmailing you, but I want to negotiate a business deal with you, Mr. Fu."

"Mr. Rich..."

Fulden twitched the corner of his mouth, but didn't say much. He just used his eyes to indicate to Lussail that he had something to say.

"To put it straight to the point, our Wind Bird Brigade plans to develop based on the Principality of Freya, so we hope to hire an experienced local snake like you with a very flexible moral bottom line. For various reasons, it is difficult for us to rely on ourselves. The power quickly integrates into this world.”

Lusail spread his hands and said with a sincere expression: "As for the salary, the basic salary is 3,000 gold coins per month, five days off and two days off, plus overtime pay for eight hours of work per day, and meal allowance, how about it?"

Fulden: "..."

"Of course, in addition to the above, you will get a commission of 5% to 10% for every task that the Wind Bird Brigade handles in your hands. The specific proportion depends on the role you play in the process. How about ?Are you already eager to join the team?"

Lussell finished the additional terms with great incitement, and then half-knelt in front of Fulden who was in a pool of blood. He sincerely grabbed the other person's remaining left hand and shook it: "Then the matter is settled like this?"

"Yes, yes, but..."

Fulden sighed and did not break away from Lusser's hand, but asked quite seriously: "What do you mean by what you just said, 'It is difficult for us to quickly integrate into this world on our own'? I need An explanation, Commander Lusail."

Lusail blinked in surprise, and looked at Fulden with a hint of admiration. Then he laughed, took out two pieces of parchment stapled together from his bag and stuffed it into Fulden's hand: " Here is some basic information about the 'Aliens', more details will have to wait until you join, but what I can guarantee is that the Wind Bird Brigade does not have any ill intentions towards this world."

But Fulden just stared at the two pages of parchment in his hand, and it was not until two minutes later that he looked up at Lusail with a look of astonishment: "Everything mentioned here...is true?"

"I don't think it can be fake."

The latter smiled and shrugged: "After all, only the identity of 'foreigner' can explain why you caused such a serious misjudgment to us."

Fuden opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask a few more questions, but in the end he sighed and said with a slumped expression: "Give me some time, let me think about it."

"Okay, just contact us directly after you think about the results, oh by the way!"

Lusail didn't mean to urge you. He just patted his forehead lightly after saying this and added: "But I have to take away your arm."

Fulden frowned: "What do you mean?"

"It means that when I cut off your arm, I carefully protected its integrity. In addition, you treated your wound in a timely manner just now. This thing may be useful in the future."

Lusail didn't hide it, and immediately explained honestly: "I have a good hand surgeon druid partner. If you agree, I will help you reattach the arm after the trial period. "

"I agreed!"

The next second, Fuden shouted so loudly without hesitation, and said angrily: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

Lusel grinned: "I wasn't careful."

"..."

Fulden did not speak, but took a deep breath, and after a long silence, he asked slowly: "Since you can help me reattach the arm, then..."

"Mr. Gavilan."

Lusser interrupted Fulden calmly, and the uninhibited smile on his lips gradually faded: "Would you like to guess why there are so many people under your care, but only these arms appear here?"

Fulden pursed his lips and did not speak, but he could guess some of the reasons, that is, whether it was his only son or the other eleven people, they were all very bad in character. Guoshan has done countless evil things that are too numerous to describe.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not a good person, and the Wind Bird Brigade has never been a small group of justice, but we also have our own criteria for judging things. When we encounter something we don't like, as long as it doesn't conflict with the work content, We also often make random decisions, such as teaching some lessons to people we subjectively define as evil party members.”

Lussell bent down and picked up Fulden's broken arm, waved to the latter with his hand, and said with a smile: "Then, see you later, Mr. Agent."

Immediately, this unshaven, unkempt middle-aged man waved his hands lazily and staggered away surrounded by his companions. Five minutes later, they completely disappeared from Fulden's sight. His minions rushed to the scene in a hurry, and were almost frightened out of their wits by their boss lying in a pool of blood and the twelve stumps around him.

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at the same time

Southeast Continent, Violet Empire, Southern Fire Claw Territory, Spin Fire City

Unlike the imagination of many country bumpkins, the Fire Claw Territory has never been a barren, barbaric, or backward place. Although this land where orcs are the main inhabitants is indeed rough, this does not mean that they like to live in thatched houses. Make a fire to keep warm. In fact, under the leadership of Grand Duke Xiluo, various clans have equaled other territories of the Violet Empire more than 20 years ago. Although the population and production capacity are relatively poor, in terms of 'modernization', Most of the city-states in the Fire Claw Territory have nothing to do with vulgarity and savagery.

For example, compared with the prosperous Mercury City in the Marshall Territory, this Whirlpool City has almost no significant difference except for its smaller population. At best, they are carving clan totems where others draw their coats of arms.

"To be honest, I never thought it would be like this before I came here."

Standing in the middle of the courtyard of the temporary base [Fire Scorpion], a young man with messy blue and white hair, his whole body shrouded in a wide robe, smacked his lips and sighed with a complicated expression: "I don't know what to do." I’m ready to go to the mountains and countryside.”

The nominal leader of the [Red Star Brigade] and the [Red Constellation Mercenary Group], the super rookie of the [Red Constellation Club] after Awakening Dragon, and the current mainstay Han Gang, who is ranked 33rd in the personal strength rankings The ranked [Hanguang] looks very emotional like this.

Next to him, stood a girl with ear-length blue short hair and about 120 centimeters tall.

A pretty girl.

A pretty dwarf girl.

A pretty dwarf girl with a cigarette in her mouth.

The vice-captain of [Red Constellation] and the undisputed centerpiece among the club’s players—Hanmei.

Chapter 1,788: End