Son of the Olden Days

Shuggs? Evan chewed on the strange name thoughtfully, then raised his head to ask after a while.

"Who is it? What is the last name? Which family do I mean?"

"There is no family with a surname, just an orphan. I have a great deal. I always have this name." Carlos replied.

orphan? Ivan didn't feel so happy to hear the answer. It should have been this little guy named Shuggs who had disguised and then got information, and Carlos saw a flaw in a certain detail and was recognized.

The problem is that this person doesn't seem to look like a mastermind, maybe he is still just a guy who works hard for others, which means that new threads have appeared on the threads, and they have to continue digging.

Seeing Ivan lost in thought, Carlos took a step forward, slowly picking up the scattered coins one by one, stuffing them all back into the money bag on the small round table, and tied a knot, and then he held the money bag in his hand. Squeezed.

Shuggs did get the information from him, and he didn't see through the disguise of Shuggs. It's just that the object of the other party's investigation was Patton Semir, a Tier 2 professional, which aroused Carlos's vigilance, so he was more mindful.

So after the completion of a certain transaction, Carlos quietly followed up for a while. His nickname "Night Curtain" was not in vain. This revealed the mystery of the whole thing and learned the true identity of the person who came to collect the information.

Sometimes knowing more things will make you die faster, but sometimes it can also save yourself from getting into trouble.

As for who Shuggs did, and what the purpose of investigating Patton was, Carlos was not interested.

In fact, Shuggs not only dug out Patton Semir's intelligence from him, but even some of the intelligence of the Iraqi people flowed through, but at this moment, facing Ivan, Carlos would definitely not say it, so as not to offend the other party.

Now that Patton's younger brother came to the door and could sell Patton's information to Shuggs, he would naturally be able to sell Shuggs's information to others.

There is nothing to betray or betray. The thieves have always prioritized interests. What's more, the thief's behavior style has no morals at all. Eating two ends, or black and black, are some of the usual tricks.

Of course, no matter what you want to do, it must be divided.

If the opponent is tyrannical and he can't afford to provoke him, Carlos will definitely pick up his tight-lipped integrity, but if the opponent is just an orphan with no roots like Shuggs, then Carlos will naturally not be troubled with money.

When Carlos held up the money bag, he suddenly felt that a phantom was passing through the corner of his eyes. Before he had time to make any specific reaction, a dagger had accurately pierced his heart.

"Well, "Night", your nickname is very loud, and you have a good way of doing things. But now my brother is dying because of your intelligence, and there are always people on the road of responsibility. You are not the first. It will not be the last."

Seeing Carlos falling softly to the ground, Ivan who sat back in the chair again rubbed the dagger and said, if it weren't for the blood stains on the dagger, Ivan looked as if he had been sitting there and hadn't moved.

Almost at the moment Ivan started his hand, the chain of the thieves' guild leader bounced from his seat with a look of horror. He never expected that the tepid situation just now would suddenly appear to raise the table and violently kill.

For a moment, there was a hideous anger on Chains' face, because someone killed his own person on his own territory. Although Carlos is not an important role in the Thieves Guild, he is at least a veteran thief, and he is also a good at collecting intelligence.

At the same time of anger, deep fear appeared in Chains' eyes. Ivan is definitely not a thief, but in that short instant, his second-tier strength has shown a speed far surpassing that of Carlos, a veteran thief.

For everyone in the Thieves Guild, they know that Tier 2 is definitely better than themselves, but they don't know how strong it is. After all, there are not many Tier 2 in the adjacent territories, and they don't have much actual fighting experience.

And after hearing what Yiwen said, the chain was shocked again soon, as if thunder passed by in his heart.

The second-order Barton actually died, how did he die? For a moment, the chain even thought whether it was Tier 3's old mayor Elton personally.

Chains naturally wouldn't know. After Patton suddenly disappeared, his group of mercenaries tried to find him.

But because the secret enemy knew nothing, the group of mercenaries were afraid of being implicated, and all actions were only carried out in secret, so the news of Patton's disappearance did not reveal the slightest word in the town.

All kinds of emotions hovered in my heart, so that after the chain bounced from the seat, there was no movement, but the expression was a little uncertain.

There were originally six people in the entire reception room. Ivan was sitting in a chair, and his two men stood on either side. Carlos was standing opposite the round table, and the chain was sitting near the door, and the newly promoted deacon of thieves stood by his side.

After the chain bounced, the thieves and deacon who reacted instantly opened the door and shouted into the aisle. Several thieves who were still staying in the guild immediately rushed in after a while, and six or seven people showed their weapons one after another.

The atmosphere in the entire reception room was a bit tense for a while, and the two groups fell into a confrontational situation.

Facing everyone in the Thieves Guild, Yi Wen didn't panic. He leaned back into the soft chair back, cocked his legs, and then spread his hands to everyone.

"Sorry, I killed your person, but you should have heard the whole thing. It's not a problem to reach out to make money, but since some things have caused the corresponding results, they certainly won't just pass by."

"For Carlos, this may be just an ordinary intelligence trafficking, but it is undeniable that he is the root cause of my brother's death, a powerful pusher, so this ending is what he deserves."

Yiwen's remarks were obviously addressed to the chain, and the tone was neither discussing nor compromising, but just explaining, or stating the facts.

Chain was silent, his expression had returned to calmness.

Although he has the character of a mad dog, he still has to distinguish who barks, otherwise he will inevitably lose his teeth.

To sit as the president of the Thieves Guild requires him to grow.

In fact, the chain did grow a lot during this period, otherwise he wouldn't be forbearing for a long time. It wasn't until the critical moment that he pitted the former president's fangs and drove away Deacon Freel.

Seeing the chains remain silent, the gentle smile returned to Yiwen's face again.

"The current situation is that I am better than you. This is a clear fact. Even if you have more people, you can't overpower this balance. But I'm not here to bully people. In fact, I'm very reasonable. I'm here to seek cooperation. What do you think? I will grow up."

The face and the steps were given away, and the final weighed result of the chain was no surprise. He waved away from everyone and returned to the table.

"How are you going to cooperate?" The owner's smile appeared on Chains' face. As for how angry he was in his heart, that was his own story.

"Just now Carlos also said that the information was in the hands of a little guy named Shugs. Although I can handle it myself, it is said that this Shugs is still a member of your thieves’ guild, so I think it’s still your guild. It's better to shoot."

Yiwen picked his chin against the purse that was picked up by his subordinates and put it back on the table.

"What result do you want?" Chain asked.

"Anyway, get someone to ask first. I don't have the final say on the result. At least I have to figure out what the whole thing is like." Yiwen said at last.

Leave the Thieves Guild and return to the hotel where you stayed.

Everyone gathered in Yiwen's room, waiting for his arrangement.

Working together for a long time, they have a deep understanding of Yiwen's title of ‘good conspiracy’. They are very clear that Yiwen will habitually arrange some back players, or that he is very good at finding new breakthroughs in a complicated and confusing thing.

Ivan was silent and lost in thought. He twirled the tail of his beard with one hand and tapped his fingers on the arm of the chair with his fingers. There was a pause, and then he continued to ‘seize’.

After a while, one of the subordinates returned to the hotel with the collected information.

"I found out that Shuggs is an ordinary orphan. A friend who walked very close, called Sol Drake, was a grave guard. Both of them were orphans and had no background. They were fourteen-year-old coming-of-age ceremony. I lived together in the monastery before, and after leaving the monastery, they started their own lives in the small town."

"Gravekeeper? Drake?" Ivan's gaze was a little puzzled.

"Oh, it is said that the surname of Drake was picked up by the orphan from a tombstone." The man added.

"I picked it up?...hehe." Yiwen chuckled lightly.

"Orphan...orphan...monastery." Yiwen muttered and fell into thinking again. He felt that he seemed to have grasped something vaguely in one thought, and he was a little unspecific.

After a while, he finally raised his head again, and his opponent ordered:

"You go out again, and get a list of people who died recently in Grayscreen Town. No, get a list of deaths in the past two years. There should be more or less reports of that kind of thing."

After waiting for a while, the required list was handed over to Yiwen.

Yiwen browsed the list roughly. Some of the names on the list were known to him, but more of them had never been heard.

The entire list is full of people who are slightly famous and well-known in Gray Screen. Some notorious homeless people and small people who died of unclaimed corpses may be missed.

After reading it again, I didn't find any clues. Ivan arched his eyebrows, returned to the beginning, and looked again in more detail.

In the end, when he picked out the names of Precia, Melissa, and Zost the Mad Dog, he finally smiled happily because he found the invisible thread.

Plus the name of his elder brother Patton Semir.

"Tsk tusk! Unexpectedly, I am the only one who is still alive in a blink of an eye!" Yiwen's tone was a little sad, and it seemed a little sad.

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