Chapter 746 745. Investigation of Clues

Kelipeng.

Taverns generally don’t have many customers during the day, so they often regard daytime as rest time. When Mo Cheng and Margaret walked into the tavern, there was only one waiter cleaning up the garbage left by the guests the night before. , and arrange the messy tables and chairs in order.

Although these tables and chairs will experience another chaos in the evening, and some may have to be scrapped, this is the job of the waiter.

"I'm sorry, guest. We are closed in the morning." The waiter pointed to the mess around, which was the result of the guests' carnival the night before. "And we still need to replenish supplies. Even if we open now, there will be no wine and food."

The waiter glanced at the counter and said, "Oh, I can sell you two glasses of juice, but it's only for the night."

This proposal was obviously rejected. Mo Cheng didn't want to drink the overnight juice, nor did he want to think about whether it was juice or juice-flavored wine.

At least Mo Cheng saw a few empty wine bottles stuck above the bottle filled with juice.

"We're not here to drink." Mo Cheng looked around the tavern and saw no trace of anyone else, but the news given by Windisha was that the contact person could be found here.

"If you're not here to drink, you're here to see someone. I came here at this time, which means I'm in a hurry." The waiter put down the broom and rag in his hand, walked behind the counter, and put his hands on the counter, "I'm here Dunbar, the bartender, how can I help you?"

Mo Cheng didn't say anything, and directly took out a few gold coins and put them on the counter. These were the funds that Mo Cheng specially obtained from the Lauren Frost family before leaving the front line.

Even though he had been a monk who had taken the Pledge of Poverty, he still knew that he wanted to obtain information from others, either by giving benefits or using threats.

The threat of force is enough, and the interests must naturally follow.

"Sawyer Donald often comes here to drink. Do you have any impression?"

A few shiny gold coins made the bartender reach out his hand involuntarily and grab those gold coins, and Mo Cheng had no intention of stopping them.

After all, he knew very well that if the other party failed to provide useful information after taking the money, then he would have to choose between [painful death] and [hard to die].

"Sawyer? That guy who only knows two stories and sings very poorly. What are you doing with him?"

Mo Cheng didn't answer the bartender's question, but just looked at him with a smile.

The bartender immediately realized that bartenders in taverns usually work part-time as information sellers, and the most important thing about this job is to never ask what customers want the information for.

Pay the money in one hand, the information in the other, and don't ask about anything else. Even if the customer wants to hang Sawyer from a tree, it's none of his business.

From the perspective of an intelligence dealer, this issue is enough to arouse the customer's murderous intention and take action.

Realizing his mistake, the bartender immediately told the information that Mo Cheng was interested in.

"He drank a lot last night and got into a fight with someone. His head was broken. It should be inside his house now. Follow the road outside directly to the end. The one with a big hole in the roof is Sawyer's house. .”

After coming out of the tavern, the two went straight to Sawyer's home. They soon saw the house with a big hole in the roof. It looked dilapidated from the outside. The big hole in the roof also ensured that the place was cold in winter and hot in summer. When it rains, it may rain harder inside the house than outside.

It is no exaggeration to say that this house is a dilapidated house, but for such a dilapidated house, the door is actually properly locked.

The large hole in the roof alone is enough to turn any lock into a decorative item.

"Boom, boom, boom."

"Boom, boom, boom."

She patted the door, but received no response. Margaret frowned, "Are you not at home?"

"Probably drunk." Mo Cheng could hear snoring in the room. Based on the bartender's words, the people inside were probably hungover.

Mo Cheng didn't bother to wait outside the door. He didn't have much time, so he pulled the lock off with his fingers.

Entering the house, there was a strange smell as expected. I don't know if it was left unchecked for a long time, or because I was drunk and vomited on the floor, or both.

There was no bed in the room. There was a man sleeping curled up in the corner, hugging a bench. His messy hair and beard covered his entire face. The color and style of the dirty and tattered clothes could no longer be discerned.

This is more of a beggar than a bard.

Judging from the way he was snoring, it looked like he wouldn't be easily woken up.

Mo Cheng sighed. He had some doubts about whether the information given by Windisa was correct, but he had already come, and it was impossible to leave without asking anything.

With a slight hook of his finger, [Ice Element] condensed out of thin air. With the appearance of [Ice Element], the temperature in the room dropped rapidly, causing frost to condense on the ground.

The temperature dropped at such a speed that Sawyer woke up from the cold.

"Is it winter?"

"I remember the weather just got hot yesterday." Sawyer scratched his head and looked around the house, and then saw two uninvited guests in his home. "Well, if you find anything valuable from here, can you share some with me? ?”

It is obvious that the owner of the house has a considerable degree of awareness of his poverty.

"If you can't find anything valuable, please help me when you leave..."

Before he finished speaking, a jingling sound interrupted his words. Mo Cheng took out a handful of gold coins, opened his hand, and let the golden little thing fall vertically to the ground, making a most pleasant sound. sound.

"We were introduced by Vendisa. We need to ask you some questions. This is the fee for the consultation."

With that said, Mo Cheng took out a bulging money bag. The rope at the mouth of the bag was not tied tightly, and you could easily see the golden color inside through the mouth of the bag.

"If you can get a satisfactory answer, this is yours."

He didn't ask the other party if he was willing, because judging from Sawyer's expression, there was no need to ask such a thing.

"I have a story here, and I want to know where it comes from."

As he spoke, Mo Cheng planned to retell the story about [King Dom], but as soon as he said a few words, Sawyer's eyes froze, and he raised his hand to stop Mo Cheng from continuing.

"Wait a minute, I probably know what the story you're telling me is about."

Sawyer looked around cautiously, as if there were pairs of invisible ears and pairs of invisible eyes beneath the bricks and behind the holes, staring at them.

He knows what this story represents, and he also knows what he will face after telling the content behind the story.

But he looked at the gold coins at his feet and the big bag of gold, and swallowed hard.

Done!

Thanks to [Ling Carol] for the tip.

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