Chapter 57: Murder in the Caravan Accompanying the Army (10)

On Kiel's side, he once again led his people to the Burning Prairie tavern on the street in the center of the town.

After half a day of fermentation, word spread that an out-of-town businessman was killed in this tavern last night. On the way, Keir heard some locals standing on the roadside talking about the matter.

However, the information everyone knows is complicated and unclear. Compared with the news from Kiel, it is a mess.

Basically, personal opinions and experiences are mixed in the process of news dissemination, and the results are completely different from the facts.

Back to the tavern, Kil thought that if something like this happened, the tavern's business would be bad, or it would be closed temporarily.

But beyond his expectation, there were many people coming to drink on the first floor of the tavern.

At a glance, they were all elderly and rude men.

Seeing Kiel coming in with a secretary and two local soldiers, these people were not afraid. Instead, they stared at the four of them together.

Clerk Yimol was a little scared, so he forced a smile and nodded to the people around him who were looking at him. The two soldiers felt something was wrong. They put their hands on the handles of the weapons at their waists, approached Kiel, and whispered to Kiel: "Something is wrong. It doesn't seem like these people are here to drink."

Keir glanced at the wooden wine glasses on the table where the people had finished drinking, and retorted: "Why don't they come here to drink? You see, they all drank a lot, right?"

Keir was about to walk up to the bartender at the bar and ask where the tavern owner was.

A stout middle-aged man with a beard stained with turbid alcohol stood in the way: "That's right! Young man, come and have a drink! Come and have a drink!"

The other person spoke drunkenly, but his cunning eyes stared at Keir.

"You can drink, but not now. I have something to do with the tavern owner, so I'll come over and drink with you after I finish talking."

Kiel stretched out his hand and pushed away the guy who was blocking the way. The other person bent his body and tried to block the way tenaciously, but Kiel pushed hard and the guy was still pushed away.

"Boy! You spilled the wine on your father and me!" As soon as the man was pushed away, the drinkers around him booed, allowing the man to curse directly.

He raised the wooden cup with half a glass of wine still in it and tried to pour it on Kiel's head, but Kiel just pushed his chest hard, and the man shivered and stepped back, holding the wine glass high. The boy poured the wine on his head.

Keir and some of the drinkers around him burst into laughter, but before some of the drinkers could finish laughing, Keel directly pulled out his sword from his waist and pointed it horizontally at everyone around him.

The blade of the long sword was wrapped with white light. As Kil's breathing rose and fell, every drinker pointed by it sat in a chair in a daze. Some people were halfway to standing up. Also had to get back on the chair.

"Don't cause trouble for yourself. I'm not a local. I can kill you all here, then leave Grass Rat Town and never come back."

Kil said coldly, then put the long sword back into the scabbard: "Your life is yours, don't waste it needlessly."

After saying that, he walked towards the dumbfounded bartender. The three people behind Kiel followed closely. Yimor looked nervous. He was afraid of a fight just now. The two local soldiers looked at each other, wondering whether they were helping Kiel if there was a fight. Although I dealt with these gangsters who seemed to be drinking, I still tried to prevent Keir from using force to kill people at will in the town.

"Where's your boss? You know he's here by looking like this. Let him come out."

Kil asked the bartender.

He saw the bartender preparing a weapon at the bar and holding it tightly, but facing Kil in armor, the bartender had no real intention to take action.

The bartender released his weapon and pointed nervously at the stairs going down next to him.

It seems that the tavern owner is also in the wine cellar below just like last time.

"You two wait here for a moment. I'll go down and ask that guy something." Keir told the two local soldiers, and then led the secretary down the stairs.

The two soldiers looked at a rude man with ill intentions in a tavern, back to back, and put their hands on the hilts of their swords, ready for battle at any time.

Seeing the two soldiers nervously about to kill, some people in the tavern who pretended to be drinking carefully hid the sticks and daggers they had prepared in advance. I just collected some money, so I don't have to fight with real swords and guns.

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The stairs in the wine cellar are not very steep, on the contrary, they are wide and gentle for transporting wine barrels. This makes it easier for people to carry it, but the corresponding stairs have to be lengthened.

So after the stairs leading to the wine cellar went down, they turned right again and were still close to the edge of the tavern building. They continued to walk a few steps before reaching the end.

It's naturally quite dark down there, so each aisle has a dedicated lampstand with a fireproof oil lamp.

The sound of Keel and the clerk coming down the stairs naturally disturbed the people below. After turning the stairs, Keel lowered his body and saw Scar Parry, the owner of the tavern, sitting down with two men about his age. Drinking wine in the middle of the wine cellar.

The wine cellar is roughly a square space, surrounded by large and small wine barrels. There are some shelves in the middle, and some food that can be stored for a long time is also placed here.

There is a small open space in the middle, where a table and a few wooden chairs are set up, and three people are sitting there talking and drinking.

Kiel saw them, and the three people in the wine cellar naturally heard the sound of Kiel walking down.

"What's going on? Didn't I tell you that I won't see anyone today? Drive away anyone who is looking for me! Drive away!"

Scar Parry, who was slightly drunk, took advantage of the insufficient light to look at the two of them, and then opened his mouth to yell.

The other two noticed Kil in armor and knew that this man was not one of their men or one of Scarparry, so they paid attention.

Keir smiled.

"Ha, I just want to talk to you. There's no need for this. Isn't it a nice morning?"

Hearing that something was wrong, Scarpary looked at Kil carefully, and then he saw who Kil was who walked over.

He complained and looked at the other two people at the same table: "Didn't I ask your people to block it outside? Why did you let him come down like this?" Pa, he slapped himself on the face, using the pain to Sober up: "I really don't want to see anyone, and I don't want to say anything."

Keir heard his soliloquy and immediately said loudly: "It seems you really know something? That's why I'm here again."

Looking at Keir who was striding over, one of the other two people squinted his eyes and said, "Brother, don't worry. You screamed in a hurry today, and my good hands are not here. Wait until tomorrow. When they come tomorrow, no matter what Who is it, no one can make you unhappy.”

Another one also followed and said: "Yes, my people are all out of town, and all the good guys will be back in two days. Call them all to come and support you."

Keir smiled: "Really, then I came in time today. If it comes tomorrow, it will probably be difficult to see you?"

The old Scar Pari took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, sat on the chair and pointed to the side: "Want to come over for a drink?"

Keir glanced at the other two people: "Just what I want."

After saying that, he kicked a wooden box over from the debris next to him, and then sat on it himself.

The secretary, Yimol, huddled himself in a dark place and stood aside. He took out his book and immediately started writing, recording the situation in detail.

Scarpar and the others couldn't understand what Yimol was doing, so they didn't care. The three of them all stared at Kil, and no one spoke.

After Keir sat down, he took the initiative to drink himself a glass of light, fine ale from the wine barrel on the side from the wine glass that was upside down on the table.

"Hey! The barrel of wine hasn't been opened yet! Are you going to open it and drink it now?"

Scarparry yelled, but Kil went his own way and knew that when dealing with this kind of guy, he couldn't follow the other person's way, so he went his own way and drank a nice glass of light ale first.

Gulu, Gulu, Gulu, Gulu.

After a few sips of refreshing ale, Keir put down his glass and asked, "Who are these two?"

"You don't need to know, it's none of your business." Scarpary said first, then winked at his old brother on the horse.

The other two people understood the meaning and didn't sign up for their own numbers.

"Yes, back to the topic. Scar Pari, from what you just said, you should know something, right? Why didn't you tell me in the morning?"

Scarpary took a sip of the strong wine he drank, squinted his eyes and said to Keir: "My mouth, whatever it wants to say, it will say."

"Afraid of offending the wrong people? Or the organization?"

"Nonsense! Nothing!"

"Haha." Kil smiled and pointed at the other two old guys at the same table: "So you involve other people? What do you think you can stop? Oh, I'm not laughing at you two, I said It’s the truth.”

The other two people at the same table were full of anger, and they all looked at Keir, a young man who was less than twenty years old, with unkind expressions.

If it weren't for the fact that this young man had the same bloody smell as them, these two guys who didn't clean up their business would have called someone down to chop Keir.

"It seems that you know something, and I also know roughly what happened last night from other places. To be honest, I don't think you can stop those guys who operate in the dark. Rough thugs can't protect you. Your wealth and life. So, you think you shouldn’t provoke them, but think about it, people die in your tavern, nothing can get you out of it."

Keir took another sip of ale.

"We are different. The army I am in is going to fight in the south soon. There is no place for those people to perform there. So I am not afraid of provoking them. Look, tell me what you know. I will lead the people in the local area. Make a big fuss and let those guys remember it, and then even if there is retaliation later, you can completely cover it up on my head."

"No one will give you any trouble."

Kiel finally said this.

He had already found out from Algae Head Parian who was the organization that could do such a thing in Grass Rat Town recently.

Thieves Guild.

A large multinational professional organization. An organization that specializes in big cities and trade routes, stealing, lending money, collecting money by force, robbing tombs, selling information, and occasionally doing some worse things.

Lawlessness, a huge organization where people exist and they exist with them.

Of course, there are also drawbacks to large-scale organizations. Just like the huge creatures in the story, small things happening in a small place are so ordinary that no one in the organization will notice.

Ever since he knew who was responsible for the incident, Keir had gone against the fearful reaction of Scar Parry and Algae Head. He knew that this kind of organization that was parasitic on the dark side of society could not do anything to their expeditionary Kendall Army.

Seeing Kil's confident look and his promise not to cause trouble for him in the future, Scarparry hesitated.

For safety's sake, he confirmed again: "Are you sure you know who it is?"

"Do you have to tell me their names? Well, it's the Thieves Guild, right?"

Hearing Keir say that name that was very oppressive to merchants and business people like them, Scarpary breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems you know, that's good. It's not that I'm really afraid of them. My two old brothers and I were also people who did some great things when we were young, so I was not afraid of them."

Indeed, although the other two people next to them were somehow involved with the Thieves Guild, they did not show any expressions on their faces.

They are indeed not afraid. After all, they are not doing business in towns, but making money on the blade. I rarely interact with these people, and even if I have heard of them, I don’t think much of them.

On the contrary, people like Scarparina, who opened a tavern and did business, were helpless.

"It's just, you know. My tavern is open for business. If they really want to do something, I can't stop them. Just like before."

"Before? It seems this is not the first time you have dealt with them?" Kil took a sip of wine and continued.

"Of course, those people came to our town of Grass Rat a year ago. As you know, I own a tavern and have the best information. At first, there was sudden chaos in the slums of the poor, and then in the homes of various wealthy residents in the town. Valuable items are lost. Where can those useless security soldiers find the lost items and thieves who stole them?"

"So I was alert at that time and paid special attention to this news. Sure enough, as I expected, a gang called the Yisi Blade Gang surfaced."

"The Yisi Knifehead Gang." Kil was a little confused, but he didn't put this doubt on the surface.

"Yes, I heard that the leader's name is Yi Si, so I called it this. But I know that this is just a peripheral subordinate organization of the Thieves Guild." Scar Parry said.

Next to them, the other two old guys also had a look of astonishment on their faces: "No wonder, I was also wondering that in the recent period when recruiting people in the shack, no young people are willing to come out to make a living. It turns out that they have all gone to join those thieves, ba ba, It seems that young people would rather steal things than ride horses outside to ride around the world."

After saying that, the two people shook their heads with regretful expressions on their faces, and took a swig of strong wine.

Only then did Keir notice that Scarparry and the other three were drinking the liquor that this tavern was famous for. He sniffed it and found that the spirit smelled of grain, which seemed pretty good.

However, Knight Crow has already explained that in the future, you can drink some gins and ales, but you cannot drink spirits, because it will affect the performance of the knight's abilities. The more powerful moves require more precise skills, and spirits will destroy For human balance, it is best not to drink.

So Keir took another gulp of ale.

"I got the news in advance, so I packed up the valuable things in the store and put them out of town in advance." He looked around: "Just leave these drinks, they can't steal them."

He said this, but he looked unhappy: "But my plan to do something in advance was noticed by those who stole things."

He seemed unhappy, and after taking a sip of wine, he confessed: "I was tricked. Those guys found my deposits from other places and the place where I put my valuables. One morning, when I came in, I found that someone had been hacked on my face. A note was posted recording where the items were stored.”

"They gave me two choices, either to turn a blind eye to their activities or to close one eye and provide a safe house for their activities." He pointed upward: "It's the room on the second floor of my tavern. "

He then said: "Or, maybe they won't bother me anymore, but I will have to say goodbye to the wealth I have accumulated in my life. Or I won't even be able to say goodbye."

Scarpary smiled bitterly: "No need to guess, you all know what I chose."

Scar Parry's old brother looked at him angrily: "You have become weak, Parry. You should inform us, and the brothers will seek justice for you!"

"I know, but what are the consequences? That's the Thieves Guild! They will steal everything we have! Money! Houses! Business! Manpower! Even the clothes on your body! There's nothing they can't get! Not to mention that no one knows about your remote lair. Once you use it as bait in a trap, your lair will be exposed! Then they will move everything in your lair clean! Nothing will be left behind."

The two old brothers looked at each other and said nothing.

Apparently he was also frightened by Scar Pari's words.

Keir chuckled.

"Ah."

Scar Pari looked over with squinting eyes: "What? Do you look down on my choice?"

Kil waved his hand: "No, no. I just have a question, why don't you inform the local knight lord of this news?"

Scarpary looked strange: "Lord? Uh, yes, no. My identity is not suitable."

Seeing him squeaking, Kil laughed: "So, a chance to get rid of them has appeared, right? There must be a lot of similar things done by the Yisi Blade Head Gang, right? Your identity is not suitable, It’s not easy to contact the lord to eradicate them. Or maybe you and other merchants are worried that the lord will not dare to deal with this group of people? "

Kiel recalled the appearance of the local knight Rusvis-Anvina.

He was a middle-aged man who loved fighting for a living. From just two encounters, Kil could feel how depressed this powerful knight who was far away from the conflicts on the battlefield was in his mansion every day. Can rely on eating to relieve boredom.

"You don't know your lord. If he knows about this, his reaction may be beyond your expectation."

Kil smiled mysteriously, and then said: "Tell me, you have dealt with them, where is their lair? How many people are there? How strong are they? Who is the leader? And the most important point, what happened last night? Who killed our Kendal businessman?”