Act 38 The Cripple

Act 38 The Cripple

Tamar unexpectedly reached level 6 alchemy. With the equipment and venue advantages, Brando could safely leave the matter of refining the cursed crossbow to him. Then the young man took the poison-quenching dagger and the dwarf sword, called Bottom, and prepared to meet the cripple in Black Pepper Lane.

He had been looking forward to meeting the cripple known as Lorne for some time, especially since he was eager to know whether there was any follow-up mission to the Ring of the Wind Queen. And as far as he knew, the cripple had more or less connections with the gray areas in Braggs. Maybe he could count on him to introduce him to those underground auction houses.

Bottom's red beard was too eye-catching, so the two of them put on cloaks to hide their eyes and went out. Brando didn't see the business lady who had promised to follow him, and he probably didn't know where the adventure was.

But just as he pulled down the edge of his hood, he heard Bottom saying from behind:

"Sir Knight, after thinking about it, I feel that your method is not safe enough."

"What?" Brando hid the elf sword under his cloak and asked back.

"There were quite a few refugees who met us back then. Although you asked them to keep silent, the more people there are, the more they have on their minds. It's hard to guarantee that there aren't people with evil intentions here." Bottom put his beard into his hood. Below, he looked around and answered carefully.

"This is not hidden from anyone, but the nobles only need one result. I don't stand out, and they are more happy to see the results." Brando thought for a while and replied: "And what I need is a paragraph that is not noticed. Time, Bottom."

"But I still feel that those refugees should have been kept in the first place."

Brando smiled, this is what this guy really meant. He shook his head and said: "Gathering refugees openly and openly would make people jealous. Besides, not everyone is willing to follow us sincerely. Bottom, people will grasp at straws when they are in trouble, but they will not always grasp it. "Hold on to every moment."

Bottom nodded, but he was a little disapproving. He wanted to think that there might be a better way. Judging from Brando's behavior, he who had been following the young knight was of course the easiest to see clearly. Brando's ambition was probably not small, so he was more cautious. I hope Brando will pay more attention to cultivating his own strength.

But Brando was not thinking about this issue. He was more worried about the attention of the All-In-One Society. Not many people who had seen him in Lidenburg were alive now, but if he performed too well, it would inevitably arouse suspicion.

But when he killed the White Knight, he only had a few close people around him.

This is his greatest support. It would be difficult for ordinary people to take a person with such a black iron downstream strength in their eyes.

But no matter what, it’s still time. As long as it becomes powerful quickly, all things will be nothing more than ghosts and ghosts hiding in the dark.

Black Pepper Alley is the largest of several ghettos in Prague

In Brando's memory, this was not the first time he came to this place where dirty water flowed and rats roamed the streets. But in spite of the sultry summer climate, he was still extremely unaccustomed to the overwhelming stench lingering in his nose.

On the contrary, Bottom looked very natural. As gray people, they mercenaries were frequent visitors to such places. Brando knew that there were many dirty hyena-like bounty hunters and vulgar low-level prostitutes hidden in the darkness of this alley. Mercenaries, thieves and unscrupulous businessmen mingled here, as if this soil was born to sprout. Smells of sin and corruption.

But here, among poor people, you can occasionally see the most sincere scenes between people.

Young people cannot evaluate such a place and have no intention of doing so. He subconsciously raised his vigilance when he saw the children in dirty clothes carefully walking away from him, hiding on both sides and looking greedily in this direction, as well as the vaguely malicious eyes of those around him. .

Brando stopped in front of an old wooden door. He raised his head and saw the triangular notch on the beam. After confirming that this was the cripple's home, he knocked on the door.

Puffy, the wooden door seemed to be cracking at any moment, with a layer of dust shaking off it.

Bottom couldn't help but frowned on the side, and couldn't help saying: "It's hard to imagine that there are people living in this kind of place. I met the Lensik people in the slums of Kweima, and they didn't see any of them. After living in such a shabby place, you know, my lord, those guys are already like cavemen."

But before he finished speaking, the door under Brando opened with a creak. The mercenary had no choice but to open his mouth and choke back the second half of the sentence.

A sinister gaze from behind the door fell on Bottom. He paused for a moment and then said in a hoarse voice: "Brando? When did you come back from Butchi? By the way, you're not dead. It's true." It’s really beyond my expectation!”

"Is it good for you to die, lame?"

Brando replied coldly. He looked at the old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. The few sparse hairs on this guy's head seemed to have fallen away because he spent all his time calculating others.

However, the lame man seemed to enjoy it. He laughed softly twice, stared at the two people with a pair of triangular eyes with more white than blue pupils, and said: "What, Brando, are you rich now? You brought me a new one." guest?"

Before leaving Braggs, Brando pawned a lot of personal things with the cripple, so he got involved with this guy who had a bad reputation and reputation. This guy had always been obsessed with the people in Brando's grandfather's old house. In fact, Brando didn't know how the cripple knew such a thing before.

The young man glanced at him, and the sharpness in his eyes made the lame man shrink back.

"You... seem a little different, Brando." The old man hesitated.

"After experiencing so much, everyone will change." Brando replied, but he was unwilling to talk too much. Instead, he asked directly: "Do you still want my grandfather's oil painting?"

The lame man was startled, and his little triangular eyes immediately lit up: "Of course, of course, why, you brought it? Brando?"

But before he could finish his words, he felt a gleaming sword placed on his neck. This guy who spent his whole day doing loan sharking and plotting against other people to ruin their families couldn't help but tremble immediately, and his legs went weak.

"I don't have much patience. Tell me if my grandfather's oil painting was stolen by your people." Brando asked coldly. He stared at this guy, his eyes seemed to be shining coldly.

Bottom turned around and saw several people turning around and running away. He picked up a few stones from the ground and threw them over. The beating made those people cry for father and mother, and then he said hello to Brando and walked over there.

The lame man felt even more unsure when he saw this scene, and couldn't help but scream: "Brando, listen to me, of course it's not me. How dare I offend..."

He suddenly realized something was wrong, and quickly stopped and said: "Brando, you know me, although I am unprofitable and don't get up early. But I will not break the rules."

Brando glanced at this guy, and when he saw his small triangular eyes spinning around, he knew that this guy had already reacted. It was impossible for him to really kill someone. Although he was a little disappointed, he still let go of the sword: "I accept your explanation. Let's talk about other business."

"Other business? Brando, I can't stand this kind of business again." The lame man touched his neck, as if to confirm whether his head was still on top, and couldn't help but said with lingering fear.

"Humph, that thing is lost. My old man wants my life, so I have no choice but to kill you." Brando replied half-truthfully.

The cripple hurriedly denied: "I know, I know, don't worry, I will help you find out the news about this." However, when he said this, he was cursing in his heart, who is so bold to break the rules and break the rules? That thing.

He couldn't help but look at Brando's hand, but it was as empty as he thought.

He thought for a moment and then asked: "Speaking of your old man, Brando. I'm afraid your family is asking for news about you. Why don't you go back and take a look?"

Brando glanced at him: "I don't dare for now, wait until I find my things." He said this, but he was afraid that going back at this time would cause trouble to his family. After all, it was a troubled time at this time, so he had better endure it first. .

Thinking of his father, Brando couldn't help but sigh. Although he possesses half of another soul, the original soul in his body is echoing this feeling.

"Okay." The cripple seemed to confirm that Brando would really not cause trouble for him, and then continued: "What kind of business do you want to do, Brando?"

"I need money urgently, and I want to sell some good things." Brando glanced at the lame man, thinking that dealing with this kind of bully and fearful guy is indeed what Leto said, and he must give him a blow before he can do anything: "Of course , don’t even think about using the same trick you used against me again, I’m telling you lame, I’m no longer the same Brando I used to be.”

As expected, the lame man shrank his neck.

"Don't worry, I won't hold you accountable for what I gave you in the past, but this time you play tricks, it won't be so easy." The young man threw a money bag at the lame man's feet: "I just need you. Introduce, the reward is as always, and I have two more things to ask you to help with."

"You say it, you say it." The lame man replied hurriedly.

"The first thing is to find someone for me. A woman, about thirty years old, with purple hair and eyes that are very rare in this area. If you have any news about her within a week, come to Lagong Boon Market immediately. Find me."

The lame man nodded quickly after hearing this, thought for a moment, but then shook his head, as if he had never seen such a person before.

Brando didn't expect him to get the news right away, so he said: "The second thing, I want to find another person. There used to be a small nobleman in this area called Bognesson. You are the most famous local snake in Prague." , you will definitely know such a down-and-out noble, right?"

Upon hearing this, the lame man hesitated and replied: "Brando, I seem to have heard of this name, but he disappeared a few years ago."

"It doesn't matter, I'm looking for his wife."

"wife?"

"Yes, his wife and his daughter, where do they live?"

"His wife passed away just two years ago. I know his daughter, who lives not far from here. Brando, is this person your relative?" The lame man couldn't help but ask curiously.

Unexpectedly, these words caused the elf sword to wave in front of him, and the cripple shrank. Brando took advantage of the situation and put the sword into its sheath. He glanced at him and said, "You want to know?"

"No, Brando, there's no need. I'll tell you how to get there." The lame man shook his head immediately.