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[Among the races of high-ranking werewolves, the ability to command and wisdom are the most outstanding talents. Before reaching a certain age, it is difficult for nobles to have fighting abilities that surpass their peers. 】

Flamel did display some qualities that intrigued him.

Ken didn't listen to his footsteps, but kept him by his side by talking while walking: "Are you staying here to talk to me?"

"Perhaps so," it said uncertainly. "But I didn't think about what to say. Maybe out of respect, I should say goodbye to my friends before leaving."

Ken did not deny the relationship established by the other party.

He signaled [Quema] who was hiding in the dark to stop following him, and when he passed by [Lorja] and [Lontz], he didn't let his two loyal subordinates follow him.

Flammel followed Ken along the path paved with moon rock gravel.

Lorgar lamented the good luck of the high-ranking werewolves from behind.

He knows Zhan Jing's ability, and also knows Zhan Jing's character - as long as he cherishes the opportunity and leans in, respects enough, and shows his advantages, he can get unexpected benefits, and even become a certain link in that adult's layout.

Ken subconsciously incorporates those around him into his plans.

He stared at the high-ranking werewolf, thinking about its possible identity, and then said: "Does your race lack resources, I mean including weapons, consumables, alchemy raw materials, and other meat from Laboao..."

Flamel wanted to speak, but his throat was blocked by the secretion of saliva, which turned into an abrupt grunt.

Ken took it for granted that he had heard the answer.

The plan in his mind seemed to have a key link, so he said contentedly: "Although I may die soon, I will give you a chance to help the high-level werewolf race."

Ken stepped on the black stone to the high place, propped his elbows on his knees, and swept across the city below.

Flammel followed him to Tavern Street in the slump, an area that ran other, more dangerous businesses for Laboau's old friend.

Ken pointed to the following and said some arrangements, specific to the time, characters, and noteworthy details.

The doubts on Flamel's face grew more and more.

It can vaguely catch a hint of it, but it still can't catch the most critical part.

Ken showed a smile, and he could see that he was really happy, the kind of pleasure that had arranged things and got all the links through.

He said to Flamel:
"Let's set off at night, I wish you success, don't worry about my arrangements, after you go back to your hometown after going through all kinds of hardships, you will hear my stories through the rumors of traders and adventurers, and then you will understand the purpose of those arrangements gone."

……

The mercenary troop led by Ken began to explore the city surrounded by snow fields and storms.

They are all soldiers who survived from the [Red Maple Heights]. All of them have made outstanding military exploits and exchanged for a lot of wealth.

The resources distributed by the orc law enforcement officer are enough to make any mercenary live a good life in the southern border countries.

Everyone was very excited. After setting up camp, they began to look for their own happiness in places such as nearby stalls, taverns deep in the city, secret exchanges, and underground brothels.

La Bo Ao does not have that kind of very famous food, so the rare monster meat has become the signature of each stall.

Collins is sitting in a tavern called "Wet Feather", which is located off the main road and is full of rough ropes with completely unusable broken weapons strung like wind chimes.

There was a dangerous rushing sound in the wind.

Collins looked around, listening to the cries of bets rising and the beast unleashed after repression.

Among the men panting around the goblin were his mercenaries.

We are all brothers who died from the Red Maple Heights, so it would not be a disappointment on such an occasion.

But as Lorgar told him:
Everyone gets a share of the wealth, and all the mercenaries get rich, so there is no need to follow Ken to die. The war storm caused by Frengundo is brewing in the north, and it will burn at the right time.

"Believe me, when everyone comes here, whether it's friendship or awe, how many people will stay when we get to Santon Kaya?"

"Well, it's up to you to decide whether to stay or not."

Collins responded shallowly to the other people's drinking, and then lowered his head to stare at the enchanted dagger.

Blacksmith at Vasily's Workshop, making his weapons stronger.

The tide of undead has not completely disappeared, but only temporarily receded. According to the previous trend, it is impossible to stay dormant for many years, but reincarnation occurs in various places.

The undead wave cycle of the aborigines' superstition in the north has been completely broken.

Hunting will become the norm, it will continue to wreak havoc in the northern border, and it will even become more dangerous due to uncontrollable factors.

Collins and the few mercenaries close to him are all equipped with a complete set of enchanted armor. Thanks to the craftsmanship of Vasili's workshop, they will have an advantage in the coming days.

The law of survival in the North is eternal, and living is the most valuable thing.

There's a bad old guy named [Flim] in Ken's team.

Everyone thought that it was a porter who took care of the fire.

But Collins knew...

He is a blacksmith from Vasily's workshop, and the life-saving enchanting technique is in the hands of that old guy.

In Alcott's blacksmith workshop, Flim didn't say a word.

He didn't show off his forging skills, nor did he reveal his identity. He suppressed his curiosity and took care of the fire in Vasily's workshop.

Collins himself led the Kingdom team.

He knows the importance of talent.

The core of the team lies in how many people are willing to do things dutifully.

Ken had a bunch of them, and they were all loyal to him, united in some strange way.

Collins is well aware of the resources in Ken's hands. As time goes by, this growth rate will scare all the battles to death, and even the kings of the southern border countries will have to hear his name.

Think of it...

Collins even felt that Frengundo's declaration of war was fair.

If Ken Bouvier is allowed to go on smoothly, the pattern of Palotusby will be easily changed, and the long-standing concepts and long-standing beliefs will be impacted.

Ken must go through the suppression!
But Frengundo will never let him die easily...

Jingle~
Collins was thinking, and the ice cubes in the glass collided together.

The crisp voice attracted the waiter behind the bar, asking him if he wanted to refill the wine.

Rabo'ao's waiter had knife marks all over his hands and hair on his cheeks and neck, so he was obviously of mixed race.

The drinks they sell are mixed with a small amount of non-lethal toxins, which can bring a kind of resistance to adventurers, and the ice cubes in the cups are used to reduce side effects.

Collins watched as the drink slowly poured up, as if trying to drown his mouth and nose.

In the process of losing consciousness, he even forgot to breathe, and he took a few deep breaths before recovering.

His back was soaked and cold, as if he had returned to the depths of his memory.

Collins felt the panic of breaking the kingdom's secrets.

Since Ken is destined to reach the top of Palotusby, it is no wonder that he is now confident and continues to develop his own power, which is probably to leave a foundation for Thornton Kaya's subsequent development.

Although Collins was able to explain clearly, he always felt that something was overlooked.

Perhaps Ken's attitude of not caring about everyone leaving is to test the loyalty of his followers?

Collins' speculation was somewhat offensive.

"Damn it, talk about your conscience!"

When Collins picked up the wine glass again, there was a loud curse from the side.

He knew who it was, Lazar Hayes, an infantry shielder of a certain guild, was well-known in the mercenary circle, and had also participated in the battle of hunting myriads, and later followed everyone through the hunting group, from Hongfeng Gaodi came back alive.

"You speak beautifully now, and a week ago you were waiting like a dog for orcs to invade your trenches!"

Lazar Hayes scolded really badly.

The stinky boy opposite him is a communicator from other guilds. He is glib and likes to follow other people's wishes to start a topic, blend into a certain wine bureau, and get the information he wants.

Obviously, his ability to perceive words and expressions is still a little bit weak, and he has caught Lazar's bad luck, and he is probably going to be beaten.

Many eyes in the tavern were on Collins.

But instead of doing justice today, he spun around on the bar stool with his elbows on the countertop and continued to let things unfold.

The powerful guys in the tavern didn't disobey Collins' face. The leather cases of the knives and the scepter that swung the magic were all kept well, making the two people fighting each other in the venue the focus.

For the sake of compensation, the boss didn't stop him, and waved his hands to keep the goblin and the waiter away.

Lazar Hayes was indeed really angry, blood was seen with two blows of his fist, and the abuse in his mouth never stopped.

He said: "The wealth you have now, the equipment you wear, including the way home to the southern border countries, which one was not rewarded by Mr. Mahalu?"

"Hey, I don't want to die, and everyone doesn't want to!" The mercenary who was beaten was also red-faced.

Lazar Hayes stared, threw the other party's package out of the window, and shouted: "You can get out anytime, stay away, and don't let me see this face on the road behind!"

Collins searched the expressions of other people, oh well, it's wonderful.

On the faces of this group of mercenaries who had seen the world, he saw guilt, wavering, and even throbbing that was gradually extinguishing. Sure enough, under the influence of Ken, everyone had changed to varying degrees.

Lazar Hayes is a staunch follower.

In the original mercenary guild, he belonged to the kind of person who was particularly willing to contribute, obeyed orders, and was reckless to the end when he decided the reason.

Collins thought to himself, that's great, passed the test, and will be reused.

The young mercenary stretched his shoulders, picked up his bag, opened the door with his weapon and left the tavern.

The old rusty bell is the last sound.

Afterwards, the whole room fell into silence. The wanton roars and indulgent murmurs just now disappeared, and the low air pressure made the mottled fluorite inlaid on the top look withered and ugly.

It seems that everyone is suffering from the same problem.

Ken is a very powerful and charismatic leader, but he keeps everyone awake at all times, without blindly calling on everyone to follow him through, and even repeatedly emphasizing the threat of death.

"If only Ken was a bit of a jerk."

said the sorceress by the bar, sighing.

Her words got the approval of several mercenaries next to her, and they asked the bartender to order Peradi flower brew of the same concentration.

Lazar Hayes strode towards the other party with his oak cup in hand.

He has flushed cheeks, a broad chest, and a rough voice: "You're right, if Mr. Ken opens his mouth..."

The wet-feather sign gurgled, and the rusty bell slammed half-deadly again.

Lazar Hayes took a look at the visitor and stopped, taking a sip of the foamy drink.

The other party seemed to have caught the end sound in the air, and even raised his head to stare at him.

"What did I say?"

Ken walked into the tavern in simple clothes, and many keen eyes locked on the weapon behind him.

Lazar Hayes parted his thick lips, shook his head, lowered his glass and returned to its original position.

Ken turned his head from time to time, looking at the people on both sides of the tavern.

The mercenaries also returned awkward, evasive looks.

He crossed the creaking wooden floorboards, and walked very skillfully out of the light of the fire.

More than half of the area inside the tavern was empty and dusty, the round tables and chairs were piled up randomly, and in the place with the best view, there was a wall that hadn't been used for a long time.

Ken went straight to the dusty area, and there were even sounds of small creatures fleeing in the dirty and dark corner.

He picked up the fluorite on the copper countertop, crushed it and sprinkled it on the ground, and the indigo and withered yellow lights lit up the walls alternately.

The mercenaries noticed that the mottled walls were covered with tiny holes and countless scratches. Everyone present recognized the scars that would only be formed under special circumstances.

[You walked into the tavern named "Wet Feather" and found a commission wall that had been abandoned for a long time. 】

During the heyday of Labao, countless adventurers were accepted, and when they explored the city of storms, they also began to collect and trade materials they had never seen before.

Ken raised his hand and shook the dust in the air.

He turned around and found that the mercenaries in the entire tavern were staring at him.

Ken asked the waiter at the bar for parchment paper and a pen that could dip in gray graphite, and then he wrote his commission on the parchment paper with the borrowed pen.

[Entrustment Letter: Monster Offers a Reward]

【Remaining: Long-term】

[Reward: Business Road Opening/Trade Resource Tilting]

[Task description: Kill the monster leader at the top of Moni Snow Peak, settle according to the season, and transport it to Ambera Ice Port for transaction settlement. 】

Ken pulled a dagger from his pocket and drove the parchment into the loose wood.

The sound of steel separating sawdust was very depressing, and the pitch-black knob handle had a hint of danger, and then azure blue light emerged from the cracks in the wall around the parchment.

It is like a stream flowing into the earth, full of magic, and exudes a cold breath.

[Weapon: Frost Spirit Dagger]

【Quality: Excellent】

The tavernkeeper put his tongue against the back of the gold tooth, and squinted as he watched the young man in front of him write his name under the parchment.

"Are you Mr. Maharu?"

The tavernkeeper took the dusty glass bottles from the shelves and shook the gray liquid in opaque containers formerly reserved for noblemen in expensive jumpers and gold buttons.

The silent waiters and goblins around the bar all pursed their lips, showing complicated and frightened expressions.

It was tactful silence, after all the big men who came before were cruel, cunning, vicious and powerful guys.

"As expected, it is the tavern with the best business in La Boao."

Ken picked up the wine glass from the round tray, gestured to him, and then sent the wine down his throat. As expected, the liquid given by the other party was unusual.

[Good Liquid Gain: Dangerous Fan]

[Description: Mood swings +15%]

The first time Ken emptied his glass and looked at the tavern owner, he felt that the other person's demeanor suddenly became gloomy.

His figure was very thin against the mottled top fluorite.

The light in the room is staggered, cutting off the exaggerated and heavy clothes.

His expression was also completely sunk in a shadow, with two ruby-like pupils falling on it.

[You had expected it a long time ago, and now you are more sure of your guess that the other party is a black market leader. 】

The Bloodborn once warned Ken that when negotiating in the black market, the city government and conspiracy are often compared.

If such guys gather at the same negotiating table, and everyone is watertight, they need a drink like [Danger Fan] to add variety, seek excitement, and save time when someone has a flaw.

Ken narrowed his eyes, smiled, and challenged the other party: "Why don't you have a drink for yourself?"

The tavernkeeper responds to Ken's invitation.

He lifted the dusty canvas next to him, revealing the long copper-clad oak table below, pulled out the single chair with carved back, put the tray in his hand, and gestured for Ken to sit opposite him.

As long as the experience points are not exhausted, Ken will not get drunk.

The tavern owner also drank the same dose of [Danger Fan], his eyes and demeanor became different.

At this time, besides the new mercenary army, there were also many mysterious adventurers sitting in the room, all watching the tavern owner and the young man sitting opposite with suspicious eyes.

"Just call me Vasu." The tavern owner formally introduced himself.

He could see that Ken wanted to make La Boao prosperous again by offering a reward.

Vasu occupied this area and initially wanted to turn it into a private trading place, providing a place for those guests who did not want to show their faces to talk freely.

Ken summoned more people to Labao by offering a bounty...

Of course, if you change someone, Vasu won't talk to him.

Ken does have this charisma, or rather, his other identity does.

Mr Maharu.

The maker of mercenary rules.

Pioneer of caravan trade and guild system.

On the black market, there are rumors about his deeds in Ambera Ice Harbor, and the way the mercenary tribunal operates.

If Kane dies at the hands of Frengundur, the frenzy of Frengundur's war will continue to advance.

The flow of southern Xinjiang people in the northern border has decreased sharply, and the black market trade will also suffer heavy losses. They can only switch to inter-tribal business. Many people's resources will gradually be exhausted, and a large group of black market members will become street rats.

But after the war...

The system that Ken created is here to stay.

It serves as a common protocol for the black market economy in the northern border in the future to buffer the conflicts between the southern border countries and Palotusbi.

So Ken had to live.

This is the best thing for those who live in the shadows and rely on the exchange of goods to make a living.

Vasu seems to be weighing the pros and cons of [Labo Ao] being open.

If the status quo is maintained, the decline of the entire region is foreseeable, but if the bounty of Mahalu is added to the flames, it will affect the concealment of Raboao.

"I'm confused, think about it for me, Mr. Keen."

Vasu stroked the outer wall of the wine glass, with fine knife marks on his thick fingers, telling some past events that turned into scars.

He said: "My business... and... the prosperity of La Boao, hehe, it's hard to choose. I can still understand the little tacit understanding between Frengundo and you, so you have to convince me ,gentlemen."

Ken showed a lost expression, even with contempt, feeling very depressed about Vasu's short-sightedness.

He said: "You are similar to the ordinary traders I have seen. Of course, the leader of the black market may have a little skill, but you hesitated in front of petty profits."

Vasu grinned and widened his eyes, as if he had encountered something ridiculous.

He snapped his fingers, and the ring came out with a stream of light.

The dusty bottle floated into the air by itself, filled the glass with a clatter, and turned to refill Ken's glass.

Raboao's mysterious visitor is either rich or expensive in [Palotusbi].

Those people are making shady deals under the auspices of [Vasu].

For example, selling clues to ancient artifacts, discussing the excavation of the tombs of the sages, or planning one or two iron ships full of gold, silver, antiques, and magic crystals.

Vasu drank the second glass of Dangerous Fan, pursed his lips and released acrid white smoke from his nasal cavity, and the corners of his mouth showed a dangerous arc, revealing his golden teeth hidden in the deepest part.

"You don't even know how much wealth has passed under my hands, orcs, Janzeris, and the gods' battle banner..."

He waved his hands intoxicatedly, and lay back, letting the strong smell of alcohol emanate from the pores all over his body. "Oh~ Mr. Maharu, Zhanban controls the population in the northern border, but what we control is prosperity."

"You call hiding in a corner and making a fortune by sucking the blood of the North...prosperity?"

Ken picked up the wine glass and drank it easily, even more easily than before, as if the glass of fine wine that could offset the secret technique had been secretly replaced with water.

He stretched out his fingers and drew an ice edge on the table, comparing it to the [Eternal Frozen Wall] that stretches across the edge of the North.

Ken said: "You always think about private transactions, why didn't you think about making the business fair and aboveboard? You always want to dig out the magic secrets of Palotusby, and use those inheritances hidden in dark corners to make deals."

He stirred his fingers, and used frost magic to condense a sculpture of [Frost Spirit] on the table.

In the eyes of other mercenaries in the tavern, this kind of precise control is a naked show off.

Ken pulled a path between the ice wall and the sculpture, and said: "There are countless monsters in the northern border that can attract adventurers to explore. The resources are very rich and the materials are very precious. Instead of trading in the black market, it is better to open it up as a reward." .”

Vasu spread his hands, noncommittal, and took off the thick magic ring to play with.

Trade is thriving south of the Permafrost Wall.

The economic center of gravity of the Usua continent is controlled by the chambers of commerce of various countries, and the rise and fall of the city-state kingdom can be manipulated. However, Palotusbi’s poor living conditions and years of tribal wars have never been able to form the trade system that Ken mentioned.

Under such chaotic conditions, the black market gained initial growth space.

The leaders of various places hold a lot of resources in their hands, but they all have very obvious geographical restrictions.

Vasu seemed lost in thought.

His fingers were twiddling the beard on his chin, rustling the stubby hairs like steel needles.

The tavern named "Wet Feather" in Raboao was built within a few years after Frengundor led the orcs away.

At that time, the enthusiasm of various organizations and adventurers for exploring [Moni Xuefeng] was still very high, and there was a brief situation where Ken said that mercenaries shuttled around and offered rewards all over the sky.

Things took a turn for the worse as the unexplored area dwindled as the war between Frongundal and Hawser progressed.

Vasu eventually accepted Ken's suggestion.

The premise is that he can survive the crusade of the orc army.

Whether the mercenaries and adventurers can stay in Palotusby largely depends on the outcome of this battle.

If Ken's performance is not enough to convince the public, then the extremists will rise, and the heat wave of the war will be irreversible. At that time, it will be difficult for all people with faces in the southern border to stay in the northern border.

The tribes of the North will shoot and kill the outsiders, driving back the offensive until they break through the eternal wall.

Opponents will be targeted by Frengundo, and under the threat of swords and irons, no one dares to speak out again.

……

If it did happen, the discussion tonight would be moot.

"Are you very confident, Ken? I didn't see your anxiety about the war. On the contrary, I heard that you made a lot of long-term plans, including what you just talked to me about."

Vasu put the ring back on and stared at the other party under the dim crystal lamp.

Ken responded to his gaze with deep eyes, and then said with a smile: "Everything I do is to increase my chances of winning."

Vasu couldn't understand how such long-term planning could solve the immediate predicament.

But when he saw Ken sitting there, he felt some kind of inexplicable confidence, so he nodded in agreement.

【City·Labao】

[Tavern·Wet Feather (Unlocked)]

【Number of orders: 1】

[Occupier: Vasu]

The black market leader tended to cooperate, and the information of the tavern was officially opened to Ken.

On the entrusted bulletin board on the wall of the tavern, there was only one piece of parchment.

The dagger that Ken brought from the blacksmith's workshop was inserted into it, and the magic soaked the wood grain, emitting a dangerous and charming faint light.

The periphery of Laboao is surrounded by thunder, and if you go deeper into the wasteland, you can encounter countless monsters and beasts.

Ken was guided through the blizzard. For others, not to mention leading a team through the blizzard, being able to walk through the icy cold wind alone is a feat.

Starting today, Vasu will send out its own eyeliner.

He will guide the adventurers and mercenaries wandering outside the snow field, expose Laboao to everyone, and spread the entrustment with the convenience of information transactions in the black market.

Vasu can circulate information, but what effect can this entrustment achieve in the end...

"It depends on what kind of fame you can make. Remember what I said, when you die, everything returns to zero."

He gave Ken his final blessing.

Ken focused on the rest of 【Dangerous Fan】.

The wine bottle has a very deep capacity, but the cup used to drink this kind of secret art wine is very small, so there is still more than half of the bottle in it at this time.

Vasu sensed something was wrong, and said, "Since we're done talking, there's no need..."

Ken, however, had already drank two cups in a row on his own. Just as the negative state rushed into his brain, he was dispelled by the power of the source of life.

He sent the wine bottle to the other party and stretched out his palm.

The black market also has its own rules, just like the loot-sharing ceremony for sea-hunting thieves and looters.

If two people who hold their own identities sit in equal positions under the watchful eyes of the public, both parties must make due statements, otherwise it will be regarded as a compromise and a sign of weakness.

Vasu frowned.

He watched Ken drink [Danger Fan] into his stomach, as if watching a person swallow a highly poisonous potion.

Occasionally something like this happens at the gatherings of black market bosses, but few are as blunt and direct as he is.

Vasu wondered where he offended him?
Why does the other party want to hold him in the middle?

What else does he want?
[Attitude: vigilant, confused]

Ken had heard a lot about the rules of the black market from the bloodborn, but he misunderstood it and thought it was a method that could be used frequently.

Of course he knew that [Dangerous Fan] is a curse that can lead to emotional loss for most people.

Vasu sat upright, his thick knuckles intertwined, waiting for the other party's inquiry.

Seeing that the other party didn't intend to drink with him, Ken understood that he had compromised, so he made his own request.

"You should be an outstanding winemaker."

He pointed to Vasu's vintage-looking gold brooch.

[Accessories: Souvenirs stuffed with gold leaf (limited)]

[Description: The relic of a legendary brewer, people in the wine making industry regard it as the highest honor. 】

Vasu did not deny it, and waited for the next article.

Ken said with a frank smile: "Then you must know the recipe of Wei Fan. I like this taste. Later, Santon Kaya will build his own exclusive wine warehouse. I hope there will be its stock in it."

"That's it?"

Vasu asked, his expression more confused.

Ken nodded.

Vasu frowned, pursed his lips, and bit his back molars.

Although Wei Fan's formula is somewhat mysterious, it is not precious among black market bosses. After all, they are all in business, so how could they drink something they don't understand outside?

He snapped his fingers, took the parchment, and gave the other party what he wanted.

Vasu explained to Ken how impolite the behavior just now was.

If it was just for a drink recipe, the behavior just now would remain in his heart like a thorn.

Vasu waved and asked the waiter to bring an exquisite square box.

Ken raised his brows, remembering his experience in the Dewar tribe.

as predicted……

Vasu opened the expensive lacquered wood, and inside lay a [blood-printed gold coin] with complicated patterns and darker color.

"I have high hopes for you, Mr. Ken, if you hadn't died at the hands of Flengundo..."

He pursed his lips and said in a low voice.

"Then go find two different gold coins, and good things will happen then."