Oak Avenue.

Tavern.

Borva sat at a wine table in a remote corner, occasionally glancing at the mercenaries who were noisy and noisy. Every night, the tavern was a paradise for them to vent their joy.

He doesn't like drinking, mercenaries, and even hates such noisy and vulgar places.

And sometimes, he has the reason to have to appear here.

Mercenaries are soldiers who are hired entirely based on interests. As long as they have enough temptation, they will complete the employer's entrustment at all. In this process, you don't have to doubt their loyalty at all, because credit is the most important label of their profession.

If a mercenary loses his credit, it means that his profession has come to an end and no one will trust a person who has once been treasonable to his employer.

Everyone understands the simple truth, but scum in the mercenary world is still common.

From sending letters to fighting with the army, no matter how weird the commission is, as long as the employer is willing to pay satisfactory rewards, the mercenaries will not mind at all, and they will not even have any doubts about the employer's commission.

Confidentiality is another important professional ethics for mercenaries.

It is undeniable that the profession of mercenaries has indeed played many important roles in all levels of society. However, such a large mercenary group naturally inevitably involves many scumbags and desperadoes.

Borva did not like mercenaries because he believed that the social order was corrupted by them. As a member of the Investigation Section of the Royal Guard Department, he had a deeper understanding of mercenaries than ordinary people.

Judging from the number of criminal cases in the royal capital every year, the crime rate of mercenaries accounts for most of the total. It is purely a joke that an upright investigator can have a good impression of them.

"Why haven't that old guy Capone come yet?"

At the wine table, Borva was not alone, and opposite him was a colleague who was in the same situation.

Borennie Leon, a third-level agent in the Investigation Section of the Royal Guard Department, was also seconded by Drov, and had extremely high attainments in intelligence collection.

"I said that mercenaries are unreliable, but you just don't believe it. Besides, that old guy is still a person with a criminal record of betraying the employer."

Borva frowned, and the disgust on her face was revealed.

Trafficking intelligence is another way for mercenaries to survive, and Capone is an old mercenary who lives by selling intelligence.

Mercenaries are a profession with no fixed place, which gives them a rich understanding of the outside world they have traveled to. If you want to know a place, the best way is to find mercenaries who have traveled and adventured there. From them, you can obtain enough information, provided that you have sufficient consulting funds prepared.

Whether outside or kings, every mercenary who mainly sells intelligence has their unique collection direction. Capone has a bad reputation because he betrayed his employer in a mission many years ago.

I thought he would be completely silent among the mercenaries, but unexpectedly, within a few years, he gradually gained fame in the intelligence trafficking circle.

Perhaps it was because of the stain he had been carrying, so his intelligence charges have always been quite low, and there were no customers coming to him for a long time. It is said that he gradually accumulated a certain amount of credit at the beginning at the cost of free.

Therefore, we can see how important credit is for a mercenary's survival.

Not everyone can be barely active in the mercenary circle like Capone again.

"Borva, I know you can't stand mercenaries, but relying on just a few of us who want to collect enough information. Without the help of these mercenaries, what step do you think we can do now?" Leon shook his head, grabbed the rough wooden wine glass and drank a sip of amber ale, without a smile.

"I won't talk about this anymore. Chief Leon, what would you think about it if it was?" Borva sighed helplessly and shifted the topic to what happened today.

Lean raised his eyebrows, turned his fingers and said lightly: "I think you know very well that if you return to the investigation department, you will not have a status of existence at all. Although Chief Drov has an unknown connection with the fourth prince, he can indeed give full play to his abilities... In my analysis of the current situation in the capital, the fourth prince will not be punished easily, and may even be acquitted. After all, the conflict between the eldest prince and the fourth prince is the means by which His Majesty has always stabilized the throne..."

"I don't think things will be so simple. The eldest prince will not miss this excellent opportunity." Borva said solemnly.

"So, you are a gambler who loses all of them now, but you have only one choice to turn the tables. Should you use your future as a bargaining chip or choose to quit and remain silent... If it were me, I would choose to gamble on the future!" Leon drank the last ale in the wine glass, and looked at Borva with bright eyes and said solemnly.

"Maybe I've been thinking too much, and I've never seen it clearly." Borva said self-deprecatingly: "Even if one of the four princes fails, is it worse than the situation in the investigation department? At worst, it's just going back to my hometown in the countryside."

"I really envy you. Among us, although you don't have the advantages that you are as good as us, you are the one who can best grasp the essence of investigation. No wonder Chief Drov looks down on you." Leon couldn't help but sigh.

Borva shook his head lightly and said, "I don't think Chief Drov will turn a blind eye to your ability these days. Maybe he will send you the same invitation at that time."

"Maybe--"

Lean shrugged his shoulders and seemed to be indifferent, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at the tavern gate and began to mutter.

"Why haven't that old guy Capone come yet? Did he remember the agreed time wrong?"

Borva leaned back on the back of the chair, a faint sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and said, "Speaking of it, what happened to you call me to this place? Could it be that Capone brought some important information about his goal?"

"You will know then." Leon turned around and said mysteriously.

"Let's wait and see."

For Borva, the next time was a long and boring waiting.

He didn't like Leon like drinking, nor was he good at engaging in various people. At this time, he had already left the table and was talking loudly among a bunch of rude mercenaries. Occasionally, he would whisper to some beautiful mercenaries, causing the other party to look shy.

Leon already has a good face. The long-term process of collecting information has allowed him to accumulate a lot of knowledge. Coupled with his clever speech and cheerful and unruly personality, it makes him easy to integrate into any circle.

If it weren't for his hookup with a noble mistress, he wouldn't have ended up in the same situation as him.

People have different personalities. Although Borva sometimes envies Leon's life, he knows that he is not him and he cannot become him.

In the noisy corner, the lonely person seemed to isolate the whole world.

Borva looked coldly, from the decoration layout of the tavern to the observation of everyone's expressions and postures, until she was tired.

He stood up, walked towards the table between Leon and the mercenaries, and reached out and patted his shoulder.

"Lion. I'm afraid Capone won't come today."

"What are you talking about?"

Leon turned his head and shouted loudly to Borva behind him.

A bad smell of wine came, and Borva unconsciously covered her nose, frowned slightly, looked at Leon, who was drunk and blushed, shook her head, and said, "I'm leaving."

"Oh... are you leaving? Then see you tomorrow-"

This time, Leon heard Borva's voice.

Turning around and leaving, after walking out of the tavern gate, smelling the fresh air at night, the suppressed and dull mood also soothed.

Sure enough, I still hate this kind of place.

Leon did not care about Borva's departure. Once he was drunk, he sometimes lost his usual self in his words and actions, and even forgot his original purpose of coming here.

Now he just wants to drink, just chat, and just wants to make an appointment with the mercenary around him how to spend a wonderful night.

Suddenly, Leon felt a brief pain from his heart, and his whole vision became blurred. He lowered his head and saw a sharp sword passing through his chest.

He turned around in shock and saw the rising mercenary who was talking just now looking at him with a smile.

He wanted to speak, but for some reason, he couldn't speak.

"Mr. Leon, I'm sorry, someone has entrusted our mercenary group to take your life."

The mercenary smiled and the dagger that pierced Lean's heart suddenly turned.

Leon opened his mouth wide, and in a trance, he saw the mercenaries who had just drunk him around him, blocking everyone's sight. No one would have noticed an inexplicable assassination here.

"Oh-Mr. Leon, why are you drunk? Nightingale, let's send Mr. Leon home together."

In his ears, before the darkness completely swallowed his consciousness, he seemed to hear a beautiful voice of a girl caring and anxious.

So beautiful, so vicious.

...

A dark and deserted street.

Borva stopped because, a man stopped him from going home.

It was a mysterious stranger shrouded in a black robe.

"Mr. Borva?"

The man suddenly spoke, stopping his move to ignore the detour.

"Who are you?" Borva said coldly at the other party.

"The person you have been investigating." The man walked slowly towards him.

Borva's expression changed, and he reached out and quickly pulled out the short dagger hidden around his waist and crossed it in front of his chest. His whole body was instantly full of aggressiveness.

"what you up to?"

“Solve the trouble.”

In an instant, Borva's awake brain immediately contacted many things.

"If I die suddenly, you must tell Lord Luoslin all the investigation information in full. There must be no accidents."

"I don't know...but I feel this."

“From the beginning I knew it was a dangerous investigation and wouldn’t be surprised if I died one day.”

"This is something I can't refuse."

"Maybe I had thought about rejecting it, but after I chose to intervene in this investigation, I had no way to look back."

During the day, the words that Chief Ridlov had suddenly appeared to him clearly, and a chill suddenly filled his whole body.

"What's wrong with Chief Drov?"

"Kill."

The man is getting closer and closer.

"Including your colleagues, the information you have investigated these days."
To be continued...