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Chapter 300 0299: Price

The waiter was a little nervous when he heard the name at first.

His vision was dim, and he was still immersed in the light and shadow of the sea breeze and the hearth flames, but deep in his consciousness, he was thinking about ways to survive.

"Don't be nervous, we're just asking."

Ken raised his right arm.

Kuima came out from behind and cut the rope on the boy's leg.

He wears a marl mask made of tree rings with holes for eyes and nose in the center.

"I thought I was dead."

The waiter rubbed his arms and laughed with lingering fear.

Ken and Quema laughed too.

"Okay, since you do recognize it," Ken squatted down, "I just need some information, the character Rooney asked you to inquire about...do you have anything to add?"

The boy turned to Ken.

He felt the wolf head mask come alive.

The corners of his mouth were drawn together, as if he had been punched when he was kidnapped.

During the brief silence, the waiter was thinking about the purpose of the two strangers.

"I've told Rooney all the clues I know."

"Oh, I didn't express myself clearly."

Ken raised his fingers and tapped the hard shell of his mask, "Some things are actually marked with prices, and no one knows how much they are worth."

Quema raised the cloth bag and let go of her fingers.

boom.

Crash.

The thing fell to the ground, the mouth of the bag came loose, and the yellow gold coins inside stuck out their tongues, becoming eerie and alluring surrounded by the twilight of the hearth.

The boy stared at Qian Cai with wide eyes.

"You are a smart person who understands the importance. Information hidden in your heart is just an idea, but if you tell it to the right person on the right occasion... it is money!"

Ken patted the white ash off the waiter's shoulder. "You can get rich by using your brain, isn't it uncomfortable?"

The boy frowned.

He was actually very moved, but after selling Rooney, he swore that he would never get involved in the muddy water, otherwise it would be easy to be exposed.

Layers of gold coins.

The water waves beat in bursts.

The boy bit his lip, his nose opened and closed, his greed went from his stomach to the top of his head, almost stuffing his whole body into the bag, finally the desire convinced him.

Somebody will make the money anyway.

Why not yourself?

Ken stood up slowly, his shadow blocking the waiter who was picking up the money.

He said, "Now, we've made a deal, you tell me what I want to hear, okay..."

The waiter nodded frantically, panting heavily.

He picked up the gold coin with trembling hands, with a smile on his lips, he couldn't help it, the satisfaction of desire would bring unstoppable joy.

"Two looters, they often haunt the Luodu Opera House."

"continue."

"They are very rich, and they have contacts with the countries in southern Xinjiang. Their background is very strong. They seem to be planning to use money to scoop up people in Tongya, Purgatory, saying that they are fulfilling their promise."

"I'm not interested in their purpose."

Ken tilted his head, looking bored.

He sat near the low platform with his fingers interlaced and his elbows on top of his knees. "I want to know their whereabouts and information, and don't mistake the wrong person."

"You have to prove its worth before you can take it," Quema urged.

"Their weapons are very top-notch. The auctioneer wanted to bid a high price, but they were all rejected. Let me think about it..."

The waiter frowned.

"It's a two-handed heavy axe, and a high-quality war spear!"

Ken's head, which had been drooping in thought, was lifted up, like a wild wolf slowly poking out of the grass in the night.

"Where, how did I meet you?"

The leather on the gloves creaked as he pinched them.

"On the side of the opera house, there is a collection and distribution point. Customers who value privacy are willing to wait there before going to other places in the port where they can be chic and happy."

Ken and Quema nod to each other.

He didn't leave in a hurry, but knelt down to discuss another matter with the boy.

"Rooney's whereabouts, you also sold it to the looters, right..."

Ken crouched against the light.

The waiter froze in place, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

Plop, ding.

The gold coin rolled out of his arms and headed towards the area illuminated by the fire.

The wolf head mask was almost completely immersed in the darkness, but it was strange that those eyes were so real.

It seems that there are a pair of animal pupils inside, which can make a terrifying howl at any time.

"How much?" Ken asked.

"I...I didn't..."

The waiter was pale and his throat was dry and smoking.

"Oh, forget it."

Ken suddenly reached out to stop it. "I'm not interested, but what you should know is that Rooney died because of this, and my two confidantes were seriously injured, and they almost followed the old gods."

Whoa!

All the gold coins fell out.

The waiter finally realized that his hands were hot, and he fell back to the ground in embarrassment.

puff!

He was about to open his mouth to beg for mercy, but his strength was suddenly taken away, and when he lowered his head, he saw a bright red blood hole in the center of his chest.

"Breathe, try it."

Ken continued.

The waiter actually didn't listen at all.

The desire to survive drove him to pump his lungs, but only overflowing blood poured in, and his whole body trembled and fell sideways, convulsing all over!

He's only now noticing:
There were more arrows on the ground, the tail was soaked, and the liquid slipped from the feathers.

"Feel it well...it's not over yet..."

Ken looked down at the trembling pupils.

Kuima pulled [Suxiu], loosened the tight bowstring, and listened to the iron objects passing through the body and being nailed into the ground.

"Bastard, it's cheap for you."

There was regret in Ken's tone of voice.

He took off the mask, revealing amber pupils, but there was no mercy in them. "Rooney had seven holes all over his body and died of excessive blood loss."

Ken grabbed the waiter by the collar and dragged him toward the hearth.

The whole face was as calm as a sculpture, the edges and corners were kissed by the firelight, and the crimson symbolizing anger was shining on An Ran's face.

Kuima pulled out the arrow and stood there in remembrance.

"You like money more than morality and life." Ken picked up the waiter and watched him firmly grasp his arm. "I am willing to spend money to buy you, and there is a pretty good price..."

puff.

With the swing, the hearth is filled.

The flames were suddenly suppressed, and the screams were very weak, and soon calmed down.

Ken didn't feel bad.

He stared blankly at the hearth, thinking of Rooney's face—he showed off his tattoos to everyone when he got drunk, and talked about his future plans and wishes.

Are you a port native?
That's right.

I heard that there is a sailing beast recruiting a first mate, but no one can tell for sure in the days to come!
"You know what, Quema, I hate... the guilt of someone dying because of my order makes me sick."

Ken looked at the bloodstains on the arm armor where the attendant had scratched.

"Unavoidable, learn to let go."

"Do not."

Ken turned to stare at him.

"Angry, get it? Very angry. And I'm a person who cherishes emotions."

He picked up a rag from the ground to wipe off the blood on the armor, wrapped a gold coin, and threw it into the hearth where the corpse was being licked.

　Let me tell you a very interesting thing. There was an epidemic in Hangzhou, and I was almost arrested and quarantined. Fortunately, I used nucleic acid to prove my innocence.Then my friend said that there are only small rooms in isolation, and the network is very stuck...I wonder if this is a small dark room?Can I concentrate on coding! (ps: Fortunately, I was not infected in the end. The epidemic has recurred. Everyone should be careful when traveling and wear a mask.)
　　
　
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