(Add to the Prisoner Brothers on the Throne [10/15])

"bite"

Under the swaying magic lamp of glimmer, two severely worn Night Son silver coins were thrown on the shabby bar.

This was what the pirates touched on the guards of the Night Son when they came over before. Not only the unlucky guards, but the boatwoman who "leads the way" for him was too careful, and he had a high sense of "anti-reconnaissance".

This led to Black coming all the way from Astawa Pier, and all the Night Son Guards he encountered on the road were bad.

Anyway, it's just practice.

It doesn't waste time either.

With the current stealing skills of the pirates, they encountered chaos caused by the silence attacking the city. Basically, they could reach the elves passing by with their hands.

But he still has a bit of style.

If you haven't touched the wallets of the civilian elves, who is a thief?

Behind the bar, the owner of the Cangyue Tavern who was wiping the wine glass was the long ears of the owner. Because the sound of the coins colliding moved, he hurriedly turned around and was startled by Black lying in front of the bar.

It’s not because the pirates themselves are incompatible with Sulama.

Black used the deception bead to disguise himself as a "real" son of Ye, even the purple and white long clothes on his body are classic styles that the common people of Ye, Ye, have not changed for ten thousand years.

It will be night again, the light is not very good, and some flaws can easily cover it up.

The person who really scared the tavern owner was him.

"Hey, why are you walking silently by the guest?"

The tavern owner exclaimed in Saras and said:

“How long have the guests been here?”

"Well, I'm here when you wipe that blue wine glass."

Black curled his lips and patted the bar table and said:

"Is there anyone who does business like this? Why don't you give me a few glasses of wine quickly? Don't you have any magic wine. If you are tired of drinking that thing, please give me some elves wine. The higher the year, the better."

"this..."

The expression of the tavern owner is more complicated.

His eyes passed by Black, looked out the bar door, and then lowered his voice:

"Guest, aren't you here to drink? This is your first time to visit the Can Moon Tavern? Everyone nearby knows that I only have magic wine here."

"So, the goods are so monotonous, how can you do this business?"

Black is not kidding anymore.

He curled his smile, knocked on the table, and said to the owner of the tavern in front of him:

"I was delivering a letter to someone else. Villeni found her daughter, but unexpectedly found many children who had disappeared before, more than a dozen, all from Yongyue Civilian District.

She wanted to send the children back to the city, and said that Mr. Vanser was a kind person who was enthusiastic to help, so I sent her a letter.

See if you can keep the children in your place first.”

"no!"

The expression of the elf Vansel immediately became frightened.

He looked at Black in front of him with magical disguise and said:

"Villenny and her children can't go back to the city anymore. They will be caught as soon as they come back. The Killing Moon Tavern has been targeted by the guards. Sending those children over will immediately expose the place.

But they can be sent to Zahnar, at the junction of Asuna and Surama, and I heard Aruin say last time that some exiled Night Sons built cities on the ruins there.

There may be a shelter from them..."

"Ha! I've caught it."

Black slapped the table suddenly, and with a malice on his face, he took out a badge of a city guard captain from his pocket, threw it on the bar, and jumped a few times for Vansel to see.

The tavern owner was so scared that his face turned pale and his body trembled.

“You are not loyal!

I dare to resist the great great magician Alisander. I want to capture you all and send you to the Dark Night Fortress! The great magician will definitely reward me."

Black posed in a fierce dog-legged posture and shouted:

"Maybe the terrible attacks in the city today are also caused by you rebels! Take out all your money and all your magic wine first!

Then come with me to be tried.”

Every time he said something, the tavern owner Fansel trembled. When he spoke the word "judgment" in the end, the old elf was already shaking, and he just held the bar and didn't fall down.

He stared at Black in a daze, his eyes full of despair with a trace of purple light, sweat appeared on his forehead, wetting the elf's well-combed white hair.

Seeing his embarrassed and frightened look, the pirate was stunned for a moment.

He looked up and down at Fansel and said suspiciously:

"No way, are you so brave? With such a small courage, you still dare to be a 'resister'?"

"I don't want it."

Fansel lowered his head, probably thinking that everything was over, his voice became dry and said tremblingly:

"I just wanted to save some people at first, but I didn't expect that this would happen until now. Take me away, these things, these things..."

The old elf gritted his teeth, raised his head, closed his eyes, and posed for a heroic attitude, saying hoarsely:

"I did all these things! I had nothing to do with other people, just catch me."

"But you just said 'Aruin'."

The pirate reached out from under the counter, took out a bottle of wine, put it in his hand and looked at it, and said in a half-joking tone:

"This proves that your rebellion gang is not just you.

There are so many homeless poor people gathered on the two streets outside the tavern. Even though they have been tortured by the addiction of demons, they are not as good as ghosts, but they are not yet at the point of transforming into dead-end people.

Someone must be helping them quietly.

Let me guess, they can get at least a small glass of magic bar every day? It has to be supplied to so many people, and you must have a lot of magic wine hidden here.

But Ms. Alisand has already ordered the distribution of magic wine, so the wine you have must have been smuggled here.”

Black pulled a chair from the side.

He glanced at the increasingly desperate elf Vansel, and said in a lengthened voice:

"If you do smuggling in Surama City, there must be more than one gondola boat girl who is secretly helping you, and you can stock up on so many magic wines. Maybe there will be informants at Twilight Winery, the largest magic wine maker in Surama.

According to Villenny, it has been a day or two that you secretly helped the homeless people. You have been violating Alisander's ban, but have been safely passing for decades.

In the city's top management, there must be someone who is helping you with cover and sending messages to you. If you can do so many things alone, what tavern will you open?

You, the "underground gang" hidden deep in the Surama civilian area, is huge, Mr. Vansel.

If I uproot you, Ms. Alisand will at least reward me with a large mansion in the wealthy area, and maybe give me some servant treasures or something."

Black said a lot.

It seems to make sense, just like a big detective.

But in fact, he had known these things for a long time. He not only knew that the Cannibal Tavern was the largest "Magic Wine Charity Distribution Center" in Surama City, but also knew the operation process of the gang.

When I was doing a mission here, I was killed by the long mission chain published by these guys. The equipment repair fee I dropped here was definitely astronomical.

Now that I see these "old friends" and don't scare them, how can I be worthy of the sins I suffered in this city in the past?

But as Black said more, the old elf would not panic.

After the pirate finished speaking, Vansel opened his eyes and looked at Black in front of him suspiciously. After a few seconds, he glanced at the city guard captain's emblem placed on the table and said hesitantly:

"Your Excellency, you probably are not a subordinate of the Great Magician, right?"

"Um?"

The pirate raised his eyebrows and showed a cruel look, scaring:

"Why do I say that? Am I not worthy of doing things to the great magistrate?"

"That's not."

Vansel grinned, the elf patted his heart, and he said in a weird tone:

"If the great magician had a wise character like you, I would probably have been exiled to Surama more than 30 years ago. This is definitely the first time you have come to this city and don't understand the way the city guards do things.

Those guys won't think about such complicated things.

Every time they come to me, they only need a few boxes of magic wine to be sent away, so they won't ask. If they suspect I have a problem, I will be caught and questioned directly.

But I have been providing them with magic wine on time for years, so there is something really going on, they will inform them in advance.”

"Is the lower class so corrupt?"

The pirate said with emotion:
To be continued...