Chapter 215 Skeleton Finger

Taking Tasa to a small room on the second floor of the tavern, the strong man ordered the bartender to continue cleaning, and then closed the door. [ Eight (One Chinese Network

This place is used to entertain customers with special needs, and only twenty-five copper eagles are charged for one night, so the environment is not very elegant. There was an unpleasant musty smell on the small bed, and the bedding was crumpled, as if it hadn't been washed and dried for a long time. The wooden table full of cracks was missing a corner, and the cracks were filled with black flocs, making the tabletop look greasy and dirty. But Tasa didn't bother to care about it, he sat down on the edge of the bed, quietly waiting for the other party to speak.

"It's been a long time," the brawny man said with a grin. "Since Mr. Najib replaced you, why haven't you even come to the tavern? Even if you are no longer in charge of this matter, you can come to have a drink."

His nickname is Black Hammer, the caretaker of the "Underground Trumpeter" tavern, and a member of Skeletonfinger. It sounds scary, but it is just one of the many rats in the dark streets of Wangdu. The rats formed gangs, divided territories, and formed large and loose organizations according to different business operations. Behind these underground organizations there are more or less shadows of nobles or wealthy businessmen, and Skeleton Finger is no exception. But unlike domestic dogs, most mice will not choose to be loyal to a certain person, as long as they have interests, they can do things for anyone.

"Let's talk nonsense," Tasa said bluntly, "Call Sylvie, the swineherd, the silver ring, and the clay pot tonight. I have something to arrange in this tavern."

"These are all underground trumpeters," Hei Hammer was taken aback, "Is it enough for them alone?"

"As I said, this is a good business." He shrugged, "I'm looking for you because you have done a lot for me."

According to the usual steps of dealing with the black street, first find the contact person, and then let the other party judge whether to accept the task. After the two have reached an agreement, the connector will entrust the task to the right person and charge a fee at the same time. Of course, there is no contract or written certificate to guarantee this process, and it is completely unknown whether it can finally achieve the desired effect of the employer. Generally speaking, the more well-known organizations care about their own reputation, and the commission fees are higher, while the new organizations charge lower fees, but they tend to end up in a situation where they are short of people and money. These mice and the city patrol team formed a delicate balance, and together maintained the superficial order in the capital.

Before entering the palace and becoming a palace guard, Tasa served in the patrol team and was responsible for handing over some inconvenient affairs to various organizations in the underworld. Therefore, he knew all the most powerful groups of rats in the capital, and saved the time of dealing with connectors. As for the reason for choosing skeleton fingers, it's simply because they're not that bad.

"May I ask, who are you working for now?" Black Hammer asked after hesitating for a moment.

Tasa didn't answer, but stretched out his thumb and pointed in the direction of the palace behind him.

Be it the patrol team or the rats, most people only knew that he became a guard, but they didn't know that he was selected by Wimbledon III as the personal guard of the fourth prince not long after, and went to Border Town with His Royal Highness. During the six months of disappearance, they should have thought that they had been staying in the palace. Besides, I was only pointing in the direction of the royal palace, not lying - Timothy is not the only one in the royal family, Roland Wimbledon is also a member of the royal family.

"I understand," he nodded, "but Sylvie and the swineherd are gone, can I pick my own?"

"What happened to them?"

"Dead." Blackhammer said angrily, "Last winter, there was a conflict with the people from Dreamland Water. They sold poppies and Everlasting Fern to the northern city area. Casas led the group and drove them back. Hill Someone slashed Wei's neck, and the blood couldn't stop, and they filled the canal with the swineherd."

Tasa frowned. The patrol team would not care about this kind of thing at all, and would even provoke the rats to bite each other deliberately in order to control their strength and number. As for the dead, no one would care . "That's fine, but you have to remember, it must be someone from the tavern."

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

The damp smell in the tavern made his stomach a little queasy, and it was not until the hot air rushed into his lungs that the cloudy and dull feeling was slightly dispelled.

Although Black Hammer graciously invited him to wait in the tavern and declared that he would entertain him with fine wine, Thassa was unwilling to stay in a small place for too long. If there is a change, he can't detect the abnormality at the first time.

Next, he decided to go to the inner city and find a reliable hotel to book a room for tonight. As for the soldiers of the First Army, they were already very proficient at camping at night, so they didn't need to worry about it.

After nightfall, Thassa returned to the underground trumpeter again.

At this time, the tavern was already operating normally, and customers came in and out from time to time. He waited in the dark for a while before entering the room after a drinker.

As a low-end tavern in the outer city, most of the people who come here to drink are civilians, and the drinks are all cheap and low-quality ale. Ten copper eagles can drink several large bowls in a row. Amidst the noisy voices, he quickly found Hei Hammer's subordinates. They were sitting in a partition against the wall, and there was a white finger bone beside the table.

Tasa walked over calmly, and someone immediately made room for him.

"Good evening, my lord," the silver ring and clay pot nodded in salute.

"Let me introduce these two to you. She is Littlefinger." Black Hammer patted the little one beside her, then pointed to the young man beside her, "Hill Fox, she joined Skeleton Finger recently."

"Fox?" Thassa's eyes stopped on the other party, and the latter bowed his head a little cautiously.

"In our line of work, there are very few guys with complete surnames," Hei Hammer laughed. "He lost all his money in gambling, his wife ran away with someone, he even sold his house, and had to join the underworld. Don't worry, he I used to live in Beicheng District, and occasionally visited the underground trumpeter."

The silver ring and the clay pot are old acquaintances, Littlefinger looks no different from an ordinary vagrant, but this Hill Fox, Tasa finds it a little strange... His appearance and expression are indeed very similar to those who have experienced The Lost Man, who became mentally and mentally haggard after the shock of the upheaval, still contained something indescribable in his eyes, like... He thought about it, but he couldn't get an accurate answer after all.

Forget it, since he lives in the North District and is an acquaintance in the tavern, it shouldn't be a big problem. And the first task he has to complete is to transport the fugitives, there is no risk.

"Listen well, the matter is not complicated. The higher-ups don't want to see the number of refugees from the east continue to increase, and the food for relief is decreasing every day. If this continues, riots will happen sooner or later, and it will be much more difficult to deal with. , so find a way to get them out of the capital."

"What do you need us to do?" Black Hammer asked.

"It's very simple. Spread the news that the western border is reclaiming wasteland. The local lord is willing to accept these fugitives. The escorted mercenaries and fleet have already set off and will arrive at the canal dock in three days. What you have to do is Spread this news to those idiots outside the city, the specific details can be added freely, the more true the better."

"But... if there is no group of mercenaries and fleet by then, it will be useless to talk about it." Silver Ring said.

"Of course there will be," Tasa smiled.

"Ah?" He was startled, "Could it be that the lords of the western region really want to accept them?"

"You idiot," Black Hammer slapped him on the head, "Naturally, you have to play a full set of plays. After they are transported to the western region, they can still walk back to the king on two legs? As for how to deal with them, let the local lord Go get a headache." He looked at Thassa, "It's really not a tricky task, but for the reward..."

Tasa stretched out two fingers, "Twice. My new employer is no better than a patrol team. He just wants to see the results as soon as possible. Golden Dragon doesn't mean much to him." He smiled slightly, "I said, this It’s a good business.” (To be continued.)