The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 558
  In the Namur Fortress, the single-family castle of the city lord's palace, all the attendants were sent away, leaving only Allen and Facardo.

"I'll give you a mission."

Allen's tone was very serious, and the middle-aged Bugbear Fakado couldn't help but feel nervous as he looked like a domineering and powerful city lord in front of others.

"Clan leader, it's your order."

"I want you to sort out all the people living in the fortress and dig out the cockroaches hiding inside. The tribe has not made much movement for such a long time, and there are inevitably other forces inserted into it. Spy."

"It's time to take advantage of the results obtained in this competition to show off our muscles to the restless neighbors around us and beat them."

"Can it be done?"

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!!"

Facardo responded firmly.

"I got an intelligence from the outside, saying that among the middle and high-level leaders of our tribe, there are chess pieces inserted by other forces. I must find these guys!! My tribe will never allow this possibility to harm the tribe. The worm of profit exists, and we will never allow these guys who have no blood ties to their compatriots to enjoy the benefits of the tribe."

"Remember, start with the goblins who came to Thornburg."

Allen's murderous intent was very strong, and Facardo intuitively knew that this matter was extremely important in the patriarch's heart, so he was extra careful when listening to Allen's instructions. When he heard Allen say that this group of spies had penetrated deep into the middle and upper levels of the tribe, he finally understood why the tribe leader had such murderous intent.

"clear!!"

"……wait!!"

"If we really find these guys, don't rush to arrest them yet. I want to see what the guys behind them are planning."

"Yes!!"

After Allen said this, he turned around and left the city lord's castle, leaving Facardo standing alone in the study, thinking carefully.

Facardo was thinking about who should be entrusted with this matter, and at the same time he was looking through his memories, trying to find clues from his memories to see who among his subordinates was the most suspect. He did not think what the patriarch said was alarmist, and he had never questioned the credibility of what the patriarch said.

"Tris's family doesn't seem to have much contact with the goblins who redeemed and migrated to Thornburg. He should be trustworthy."

"No!! The patriarch attaches great importance to this matter. I must handle this matter beautifully!!"

"Black Mog!!"

"exist!!"

A hobgoblin wearing tight-fitting gray-brown leather armor walked in and habitually stood in a dark corner of the study, quietly waiting for Facardo's order.

"Help me check on Commander Tris, who he has been in contact with in private, his movements in the past month, and his personal property."

"I need to know all the information about Commander Tris."

Although Facardo actually trusts Tris as his confidant, the patriarch Allen's attitude this time was very serious and a bit murderous, so in order to ensure nothing goes wrong, Facardo still felt it was necessary to start with The person in charge who is going to entrust the task to you should investigate it, so that possible problems can be controlled from the source.

"clear."

"There are several other commanders who will send your most trusted subordinates out to keep an eye on them. Every detail of their daily life will be recorded for me."

"Yes!"

Heimog didn't ask for the reason. He was promoted from the bottom by Fakado. He has been highly valued and cultivated by Fakado over the years, and he has the strength of a high-level peak shadow walker now. As for Heimoge's family, as Heimoge was promoted to personal guard by Facardo, they are now properly settled, and their lives have made a qualitative leap.

Whether it is out of gratitude or the relationship between superiors and subordinates, Heimog will strictly carry out Fakado's orders without raising any questions.

When Heimog's figure slowly disappeared into the study, Fakado's brows did not relax. He had been in charge of Namur Fortress for more than ten years, and although he did not pay much attention to the ghostly activities in the dark places of this city, he Fakado still knew very well that there must be many tentacles of other forces inside.

Especially in recent years, the connection between Namur Fortress and Nasir Fortress has become increasingly close. Many trolls and jackals from the northern city have appeared in large numbers to move and work in Namur Fortress. It's really not easy to insert spies among these guys.

As two fortresses and three major tribes, separated by a canyon of tens of miles deep, established independent tax departments, later, because they were greedy for the lucrative business interests of the Green Tribe's monopoly business, the troll Ariel and the jackal Maggot Yan finally took the initiative to propose to Allen the idea of ​​running the Chamber of Commerce together.

This obviously seemed to be a disadvantage for the Green Field tribe. Fakado never expected that the always shrewd tribe elder would agree to the other party's request. The final result is that the Green Field Tribe loses at least tens of thousands of gold coins every year because it cooperates with the other two tribes to run the Chamber of Commerce.

At the same time, close business ties have also led to frequent exchanges between the lower classes of the three ethnic groups.

The living environment of the middle and lower-class people of the Green Field Tribe is much more favorable than that of the lower-class people of the Slomi and Crow Claw tribes. More job opportunities, better living environment, higher wages, etc., etc., have caused the lower classes of the two tribes in the north to come to the Namur Fortress of the Green Tribe to seek life. Some trolls and gnolls did not even He traveled thousands of miles to work in Green Lake Town.

There are frequent exchanges among the three tribes. The nature of the Namur Fortress itself as a commercial fortress, coupled with the development of the Cattor Mountains due to the navigation of the Green-Na trade route, has attracted a large number of adventurers. It is really easy to hide all kinds of dirty things here. The dark ways of the eagle.

These factors are all thorny issues for Facardo. It is understandable how difficult it is to peel off the spies hiding in the ethnic group in this intricate network of relationships.

At this time, Facardo was a little envious of Trick in the west. This guy would definitely receive this task, but the environment and situation in Green Lake Town made it easier for Trick to complete this task than himself. Quite a few! !
  The great goblin Tris always felt that something was wrong during this period, as if there was always a pair of eyes staring at him from behind, but he tried all kinds of methods over and over, but could not find any trace. In the end, he could only think that it was his own. Something is wrong with my gut.

But thinking about it again, Tris felt that he was indeed too worried. Although the Namur Fortress was a mixed bag today, it was far safer than at any other time. Apart from the insidious group of drow, there was no one in the north. Anyone who dares to think badly of them. After all, if you want to provoke the Green Field Tribe, you will most likely provoke the Snowmi and Crow Claw tribes as well. Who knows that the interests of these three powerful tribes are now firmly combined.

"City Lord, are you looking for me?"

Arriving at the City Lord's Mansion, Fakado, a middle-aged, bald and somewhat fat man, was sitting at the iron-wood table, eating breakfast while reading a document that was not very thin, and read it very carefully.

"Well, sit down."

Hearing the voice, Facardo raised his head and glanced at Tris. His eyes were full of emotions, which made Tris feel a little uneasy. “Have you had breakfast? If not, how about eating some together?”

"Ate."

"Okay, wait for me, I'm almost finished eating."

"I heard that you often hang out in gambling houses recently. Have you made a fortune recently?"

While wiping his mouth, he mentioned something seemingly unintentionally, and Facado's slightly narrowed eyes looked at Tris with his peripheral vision.

"Ah, nothing. I just go in and take a look occasionally when I pass by."

Tris's heart skipped a beat and his mind raced: "City Lord, as you know, my home is next to the entertainment area, and I have to pass through it when I go to and from work."

"Humph!!!"

"How dare you argue with me!!"

There was a crisp sound, and the document fell hard on the table. When Facardo raised his head again, his pupils were full of anger.

"See for yourself!! In one month, you went to the gambling house 11 times and exported a total of 131 gold coins and dozens of silver coins!!"

"I just want to know when did our Green Field Tribe's salary become so generous and a supervisor spend so generously!!"

"City Lord, I was wrong!!!"

Tris was sweating profusely and fell to his knees in fear on the spot. He never thought that Facardo would send someone to investigate him. He didn't even know how many times he had been in and out of gambling houses this month and how much money he had lost. , now spat out from Facardo's mouth, Tris knew that sophistry was useless.

"Those are my dividends from a caravan. I definitely have no assets from the Greedy Mo Clan. These dividends were forced on me by the supervisor of the Drow Caravan. I don't want them to agree to it!!"

"Hmph!! Dividends!! Why do they want to give you dividends?? Do you think I'm a fool??"

Facardo had always trusted Tris, but he wouldn't have known it until he checked. Once the investigation went on, Tris actually did a lot of bad things in private, which disappointed Facardo.

But the only good news is that although Tris's hands are not clean, at least he knows the rules and bottom line of the tribe.

Heimog watched Tris for a whole month, and traced his whereabouts and deeds for another three months, and determined that Tris not only provided some convenience for the rental portal of Namur Fortress, but also provided some services to several caravans. Apart from the convenience, there were no more mistakes or omissions, so Fakado let this guy kneel in front of him at this time.

But even if these things did not harm the tribe or his control of the fortress, Fakado was still prepared to take this opportunity to beat and scare this guy hard and make him restrain himself.

"City Lord!! I don't dare anymore. I will refund those dividends when I get back, and I will no longer facilitate them in the future!!"

"Really, City Lord, just spare me this time!!"

To be honest, in the past ten years, the tribe has not stopped arresting those who are greedy for the Mo tribe's assets. Every time they catch one, the end will not be very good. At this time, his pigtails are caught, and his life and death depend on Faka. During this time, Tris could not help but beg for mercy.

At this time, Tris also began to regret. If he hadn't been dazzled by the shining gold coins, he wouldn't be as scared as he is now. The future of the entire family, as well as their own future, will all be ruined at once with the city lord's sudden investigation.

"Spare you!! Tell me, how much money have you received from those guys in total over the years?"

Fakado resented in his heart that the confidant he had always valued turned out to be such a thing. How could he not be frustrated in his heart, and at the same time vent his frustration to the hobgoblin who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing in front of him.

"Actually, I only started doing these things five years ago. I really don't charge much, City Lord."

Now that Facardo has found out his problems, Tris does not dare to take any chances anymore. Even if he conceals his past, it will not have much impact on the outcome. It is better to take the initiative to explain clearly, and maybe it will be better. Able to restore his image in Fakado's mind.

At least Tris considers himself very loyal to Facardo, and Facardo trusts him very much. Many of Facardo's private matters that cannot be brought to light are left to Tris to handle.

"And most of those dividends are kept at home by me, and I am willing to hand them all over..."

"Hmph, you bastard, let me tell you what you are good at!!"

"Get out of here!!"

Facardo just wanted to give this confidant a beating and make him calm down. Right now, he still needs this guy to do things for him! !

"It's okay to hand it over, but from today on, all the things that should be cut off will be cut off for me. Don't let me find out again!!"

"Yes! Definitely!! Thank you City Lord! Thank you City Lord!!"

Tris's entire back was wet with sweat, and drops of sweat were left on the ground to form water stains. At this moment, when he heard Facardo's scolding, his heart was beating like crazy. It was finally slowing down, and it seemed that after years of flattery and flattery, Facardo was still reluctant to kill him.

Facardo did not collect the little money Tris had collected because he knew very well what was the most important thing at the moment. My subordinates are talented and their methods are not bad. The only disadvantage may be that the seam is too big. Besides, I am so good-looking that my personal expenses are a bit shocking.

Leave this money to him, and then he will have no worries when it comes to investigating spies. Now that he has let him go again, Tris will naturally be more grateful to him, and there must be no problem with loyalty.

"Okay, let's talk about business with you."

"There is a reason for checking you this time. The clan leader gave me a very important task. He asked me to find out all the spies of external forces lurking in our fortress, especially those who have sneaked into our clan's management team! !”

"..."

(End of this chapter)