Release that Witch

Bringing Tassa to a small house on the second floor of the pub, the strong man told the drinker to continue cleaning, and then closed the door.

Here is the place to entertain customers with special needs, only twenty-five copper eagle in one night, so the environment is not elegant. There was an unpleasant musty smell on the small bed, and it was crumpled, as if it had not been taken out for a long time. The cracked wooden table was missing a corner, the crack was filled with black flocs, and the table looked greasy and dirty. However, Tassa was too lazy to care about. He sat down on the bed and waited quietly for the other party to speak.

"It’s been a long time no see," said the strong man. "Since Najib has replaced your seat, how can the pub not come? Even if you are no longer responsible for it, you can have a drink."

His nickname is Black Hammer, the caretaker of the " Underground Trumpeter" pub, and a member of the finger. It sounds scary, but it is one of the many mice in the black street of Wangdu. The mice pulled out the gangs and divided the sites, forming a large and loose organization according to the different business operations. Behind these underground organizations, there are more or less shadows of big nobility or wealthy businessmen, and the fingers are no exception. But unlike domestic dogs, most mice don't choose to be loyal to someone. They can do things for anyone as long as they have the benefit.

“No more nonsense,” Tassa said bluntly. “At night, you called Hillway, piglet, silver ring, and clay pot. In this pub, I have something to arrange.”

"These are all people who are underground trumpeters." The black hammer smashed. "Is it enough for them?"

"I said, this is a good business." He shrugged. "I have been looking for you when you have done a lot of things for me."

According to the usual steps of dealing with Black Street, you must first find the connector person, and then the other party will judge whether to take the task. After the two agree, the joint person will delegate the task to the right person and charge the fee. Of course, this process is not guaranteed by any contract or written proof, and it is completely unknown whether it can achieve the effect expected by the employer. Generally speaking, the more well-known organizations care about their own credibility, the commission fees are also high, and the new organization fees are low, but it is easy to get the world. These mice and the city patrol formed a delicate balance that together maintained the order of the king's surface.

Before entering the palace to become a court ban, Tassa had served on the patrol team and was responsible for handing over some inconvenient things to the Black Street organizations. Therefore, Wang Duo’s most powerful group of mice is clear and he has saved the time of dealing with joint people. The reason for choosing your fingers is simply because they are not so bad.

"I can ask, who are you doing for now?" Black Hammer hesitated for a moment and asked.

Tassa did not answer, but extended his thumb and pointed the direction behind the palace.

The patrol team or the mouse is worth mentioning. Most people only know that he has become a Guard, but he does not know that he was selected by Wimbledon III as the guard of the Four Princes. He went to Bianbu Town with the Prince. In the six months that disappeared, they should think that they have been in the court. Besides, I am only pointing to the direction of the palace, not lying in the royal family, not only one of the Feike, Roland Wimbledon is also a member of the royal family.

"I understand," he nodded. "But Hilly and the pigs are gone. Can I pick my own hand?"

"What happened to them?"

"Dead." The black hammer hated. "There was a conflict between people in the winter and the dream waters. They sold poppies and long-necked ferns to the North City site. Casas led the group and drove them back. Hill Wei’s neck was scratched, and the blood couldn’t stop. The pigs were filled with canals.”

Tassa frowned, this kind of thing patrols would not care, even in a while time will deliberately pick up the rat bites in order to control their strength and quantity, as for the dead, no one cares. . "That's fine, but you have to remember that you must be someone in the pub."

......

After leaving the underground trumpeter, Tassa took a deep breath.

The smell of decay and dampness in the pub made him nausea until the hot air poured into the lungs, which slightly dispelled the feeling of turbidity and dullness.

Although Black Hammer invited him to wait in the pub, he also claimed to give him a good wine to entertain him, but Tassa was not willing to stay in a small place for too long. If there is a change, he can't detect the same thing for the first time.

Next, he decided to go to the inner city, find a reliable hotel to book the room tonight, as for the first army soldiers, they are very skilled in the night camp, do not have to worry about themselves.

After the night, Tassa returned to the underground trumpeter.

At this time, the pub was already open for business. From time to time, customers came in and out. He waited in the dark for a while before entering the house with a drinker.

As a low-end pub in the outer city, most of the people who drink here are civilians. The drinks are also cheap and inferior ale. Ten copper eagle can be connected to several bowls. In the noisy vocals, he quickly found the black hammer, they were sitting around a wall partition, with a white phalanx on the table.

Tassa walked quietly, and someone immediately gave him a position.

"Good evening, adults," silver rings, pottery nod heads.

"I will introduce you to these two, she is a little finger," Black Hammer patted the little bit around him, then pointed to the young man beside her, "Shill Fox, who recently joined his fingers."

"Fox?" Tassa's gaze stopped on the other side, and the latter seemed to bow down with some restraint.

"When we do this, there are very few guys with complete surnames," Black Hammer laughed. "He lost a gamble, his wife ran away, and even the house was sold. He had to devote himself to Black Street. Rest assured, he I used to live in Beicheng District, and occasionally I went to the underground trumpeter."

Silver rings and clay pots are old acquaintances, the little fingers look just like ordinary street children, but this Hill Fox, Tassa feels a bit strange... his appearance and look really like the experience After the upheaval, I became a lost loser, but there was something in my eyes that couldn’t be said, like... He thought about it, and he didn’t get an accurate answer after all.

Well, since it is an acquaintance living in the North District and a pub, it should be a small problem. And the first task he has to complete first is to transport the fugitives without any risk.

"You listened well, things are not complicated. I don't want to see the eastbound fugitives continue to increase. The food for relief is decreasing every day. If this continues, the riots will happen sooner or later, and it will be much more difficult to handle. So, I have to find a way to get them out of the king."

“What do you need us to do?” asked Black Hammer.

"It's very simple. It spreads a message that the West is reclaiming wasteland. The local lords are willing to accept the fugitives, and the **** mercenaries and fleets have already set off. Three days later, they will arrive at the Canal Pier. All you have to do is Spread this message to those idiots outside the city, the details can be freely supplemented, the more like the better."

"But...if there were no mercenaries and fleets at the time, it would be useless to say it again," said the silver ring.

"Of course there will be," Tassa smiled.

"Ah?" He groaned. "Is there really a Western lord who wants to accept them?"

"You stupid," the black hammer gave him a slap in the head. "There is a full set of performances. After they are transported to the West, they can still walk back to the king on two legs. As for how to deal with them, let the local lords It’s good to have a headache.” He looked at Tassa. “It’s really not a tricky task, but if you pay...”

Tassa stretched out two fingers, "twice. My new employer is no better than a patrol. He just wants to see the results as soon as possible. Jinlong doesn't mean much to him." He smiled. "I said, this. It’s a good business.” (To be continued. Your support is my biggest motivation.)