Chapter 3 Horn Town

Horn Town, located in Yorkshire, is very close to the Emerald Capital, and it only takes about three hours to ride a horse.

However, of course Dean doesn’t have a horse; after all, horses are still a luxury for him now—so, after disposing of the corpses of Sally the Bat and his subordinates, and changing the conspicuous military uniform, the appearance After making a few changes, he left Dean near the emerald capital and spent a full day's journey before entering the town of Horn in Yorkshire.

This is a town on his way to Fechalen Knights—in fact, according to the map, it is not particularly necessary, and it is even a bit detoured.

However, according to Dean's memory, one thing will happen in the past few days - and this thing is closely related to him, whether it is for the consideration of his future development or the weakening of the deputy of the Central Knights. With the power of the leader, he must participate in this matter!

Therefore, Dean would rather go around the distance and choose this place as the first stop of his departure.

Of course, in Bugle Town, he still needs to add some necessary equipment.

Although Bugle Town is not big, but because it is very close to the Emerald City, it has become the foothold of northerners, especially northern businessmen, before they really enter the Emerald City; therefore, even if it is a small town, it is quite not only has pubs, restaurants, grocery stores, but even a tailor shop.

"I need a cloak, one with a hood, preferably waterproof!"

A silver queso was wiped out, and with a flick of Dean's thumb, the silver queso fell into the hands of the tailor shop owner with a shining luster, making the other party's smile even brighter, and In addition to removing the cloak, a pair of leather gloves were also presented—not valuable leather gloves, but ordinary animal skins; therefore, even with this pair of gloves, the other party was still profitable; at least two About ten coppers.

This is obviously a very good business for the tailor shop owner.

Therefore, when Dean was leaving, the owner of the tailor shop was very gracious and respectful, until Dean entered the restaurant next to the tailor shop-this is a restaurant that perfectly fits the location of the town of Horn, located in the small town In the middle, it is very convenient for businessmen traveling from south to north.

In the restaurant, there are casual seats for townspeople and ordinary businessmen, and there are boxes for real nobles upstairs.

Dean's ordinary attire was undoubtedly introduced into the banquet——

"Sir, what do you need?"

The waiter was a young man, very energetic, and asked with a smile.

"I want a piece of roast beef, the one on the hind legs, and a glass of ale! Remember to be fast, I'm already hungry to get rid of those goods!"

Dean, who spoke extremely fast, gave out five copper coins - and the food he just asked for was only worth four copper coins at most; the extra coin was obviously a tip.

"No problem, sir!"

The waiter's smile became brighter, and after that, he put one of the five copper coins into his pocket without a trace, and then walked into the kitchen quickly.

During the moment when the waiter brought out the food, Dean looked around casually, just like the guests who were waiting for the food to pass the time; however, compared with the real casualness of these guests, Dean's gaze had own purpose.

It's just that the camouflage is so good that it is impossible to find out-in his career as an assassin,

Dean has done this kind of thing countless times, and it has almost become Dean's instinct for the completion rate of the task.

Most of the casual tables in the restaurant were businessmen, with a few locals. From their clothes and the conversations of the people at the same table, Dean quickly distinguished; undoubtedly, he was not among these people. The target of - so, very naturally, Dean's gaze began to look upstairs.

Soon, a private room attracted his attention.

Compared with the other three private rooms, this private room on the far right has nothing special, except that there is an extra person at its door.

Dressed in leather armor and short sword, it shows the identity of the other party's guard, especially the look of looking around vigilantly, which is beyond doubt.

Dean's gaze was avoided before the other party glanced over, but the corner of his eye kept looking there.

The noise in the restaurant made it impossible for Dean to hear everything that happened in the private room, but judging from the tense expression of the guard, it was obvious that something inside was reaching a critical juncture—although the guard could be called Conscientious, but certainly not a good player.

If it is a real good player, no matter at any time, there will be no expression on his face. Even if he stabs the dagger into the enemy's chest and smashes his heart, his face will remain expressionless, as if he is the most cold-blooded assassin. ——In Dean's view, first-class guards and first-class assassins are the same; it's just that the latter is more concealed.

Of course, such a situation is naturally what Dean is happy to see.

If some good player really appeared, with his current 'washed white' state, it would undoubtedly make everything more difficult.

"what!"

While Dean was observing carefully, a scream suddenly came from the private room, and even the noise in the restaurant couldn't cover up such a sharp scream—a woman, and a younger woman at that.

Dean subconsciously judged the owner of the scream, and the eyes of other guests in the restaurant also turned to the private room where the scream came from; however, after seeing the fierce expression of the guard holding a dagger, most of them The rational guests all lowered their heads and continued to eat their food.

And the waiter who got Dean's tip quickly ran towards the street, and shouted loudly: "Guards, guards!"

At the same time, the owner of the restaurant ran upstairs. Of course, he was not alone, and there was a fat man behind him—the greasy body and the boning knife he was carrying showed his identity. a cook.

"stop!"

The dedicated guard held a dagger in his hand and shouted fiercely.

"Dear guest, don't get me wrong..."

The owner of the restaurant is a thin man with a businessman's professional smile, and at this time he is trying to make his smile appear more sincere, so as to gain the other party's favor.

"The lady inside is my wife, it's just helping me with my business here, not those... Besides, my waiter has just gone to report to the guards because of panic, you know our Captain Mark is quite a Serious Captain of the Guard; so, I think we have a little misunderstanding!"

With a smile, the owner of the restaurant continued to explain, but the meaning was clear enough, and the raised voice was obviously not talking to the guard.

"Well, there is some misunderstanding!"

There was a voice in the box, and then the door of the box opened, and a panic-stricken woman ran out clutching her chest, and quickly ran downstairs under the signal of the restaurant owner, and behind her , a man with a fat body but extraordinary clothes came out slowly.

"My lord, I don't mean to offend you..."

The owner of the restaurant immediately bowed when he saw the fat middle-aged man, and so did the cook behind him; as for the boning knife?

He had already hidden behind him.

If he dared to show his sword in front of such a big shot, then he would die soon.

Snapped!

The restaurant owner, who was bending over to salute, had just straightened up when he was staggered by a loud slap in the face, and then, before he could react, he kicked heavily on his lower abdomen; immediately, this The thin restaurateur rolled down the stairs like a ball.

"Now, the misunderstanding is clear!"

The fat, middle-aged man took out a clean white handkerchief and wiped the right hand of the restaurant owner who had just hit him. Seeing that the other party was bleeding from the head and lying naked on the ground, he nodded in satisfaction, then turned and looked at the restaurant owner. Downstairs in complete silence, everyone who looked at him lowered their heads and looked away in silence.

This made him even more satisfied.

And Dean was equally satisfied—although he pretended to bow his head hastily, but only the moment he saw the other party, Dean completely confirmed the other party's identity: Ruman Paula.

The uncle of the deputy head of the Central Knights, the head of the Bora family's underground business.

His main goal this time, or... the interest that the other party needs to pay!

At this time, the sound of chaotic footsteps came from the street, as well as the loud sound of sword scabbards colliding.

Such a sound made the noble lord frown, and he gave up the idea of ​​bringing that woman back. After all, she is just a proprietress of a restaurant. Outside of the emerald capital, it would not be good to really cause any trouble. You must know that the Marquess of York is not something to mess with.

What's more, he came with an important mission, thinking of his elder brother, who is also the patriarch of the Bora family, the account, this noble lord, changed his original mind; After whispering a few words, the noble gentleman continued to walk into the box, while the guard went downstairs and walked out of the restaurant.

After a while, return again.

During this period, the sound of footsteps and the collision of sword scabbards also disappeared.

PS I am looking for all kinds of support during the decadent new book period~~~Click, recommend, bookmark, and reward~I can’t miss any of them~~~Thank you for decadent~~~