Chapter 1241: Aldorf Gang

Looking at the silent Majesty, the captain of the guard asked tentatively: "Your Majesty? Do you want to..."

He wanted to ask if he wanted to buy a new copy, but it was obvious that Imrick had misunderstood him. He cursed: "Will you get angry at a child who did something wrong? Besides, this fully proves that the passionate combination of the two of them is effective and can destroy a rotten and moldy armor..."

Crion shrugged his forehead, thinking that His Majesty was confused.

"I mean, I heard that there are people who collect similar protective gear..."

"Then what are you waiting for, hurry up and buy a pair."

Imrick was overjoyed. He was born with no good intentions, but he loved armor and weapons. He was determined to collect equipment from all periods of ethnic history. When the end is over, I will take Gail Maraz away as a collection.

Crion said he understood that the royal court had a special fund to satisfy the Phoenix King's collection addiction. Every year, someone brought a large number of counterfeits to try to deceive His Majesty, resulting in an increase in funds instead of a decrease, reaching an astonishing number.

No matter what price the humans offer, the elves can offer a higher price.

But when the captain of the guard turned around, Imrick patted his head as if he had suddenly realized something, and almost forgot about the main business.

"Wait a minute, change your equipment, and go to the city with me."

Don't ask too much, this is the rule of the Flame Knight. Creon spent some time to change into a close-fitting mithril soft armor according to the standards of the previous prince era, and transformed from a solemn royal guard to a sophisticated elven adventurer.

And Imrick's dress is somewhat similar. If it were two hundred years ago, he might still be able to pretend to be a rich and noble young man, but now that he is older, his mentality has become calmer.

So the rich and noble young man has become a monarch who is visiting incognito, and he looks like a character that is not easy to mess with.

The Sword of Asuryan is always with him, but Imrick doesn't want to use such a divine weapon in Altdorf. He casually found a standard long sword from the training ground and signaled Creon to leave the palace together.

After a while, walking in the port area of ​​Altdorf, the Phoenix King was interested in watching the streets that were somewhat confrontational. From the layout, the Altdorf port was built around the Reik River.

If the city is built along the river, most of the sites will be located at the bend of the river, where water is easily available and transportation is convenient. If there is a flood upstream, the loss can be minimized.

However, after years of urban expansion, Altdorf has crossed the Reik River and expanded towards the northern part of the empire. The five port areas fully demonstrate the degree of trade prosperity in the capital of the empire.

Five areas mean that this is by no means an easy land to govern. Intricate gangs and cultists are entrenched here. People from all over the world flock to Altdorf to seek benefits with disguised identities.

And the largest area of ​​the port is the area governed by the Sea Hook Gang... It's ridiculous to say that the port is governed by a gang under the feet of the emperor.

But this is also the tradition of the empire. The black and white sides cannot be cut off, just to better serve... the sacred purpose.

At least the Sea Hook Gang, which is composed of local people from Reikland, is really like this. They are just loyal to Sigmar in another way.

When a group of people carrying wooden boxes, but with a much more ferocious aura than the sailors, passed by, Imrick patted the dust on his shoulders and asked thoughtfully.

"Are there gangs in Lothern? I seem to have never heard of it."

"A long time ago, about three hundred and twenty years ago... a gang supported by Julian Poisonblade was very powerful in Lothern."

"What happened?"

Creon wrinkled his nose and used his body to block the merchant pushing a cart of freshwater fish from passing in front of His Majesty to prevent the disgusting smell from entering the surroundings.

"Tyrion joined this gang and finally took them to the Lothern Sea Guard."

Imrick was stunned, and then laughed quickly. This is really in line with Tyrion's style.

The Phoenix King looked around, and a clear and dazzling gaze emerged from the corner of the house. Judging from the aura... Tzeentch, Nurgle, and No Divide, it seems that Carl's guarantee lacks credibility.

"The Sea Hook Gang is an organization of local people in Reikland. What about our Kislev friends? Will they miss this feast?"

"They are in the port in the north, trying to expand their influence to the south... but the speed is a bit slow. It has been almost a hundred years."

Reik people and Kislev women are the main components of the Aldolf gang... In other words, in every city with a port in the Old World, you can see the figure of Kislev women.

They may be hardworking porters during the day, and they can become bandits at night, using various means to get what they want.

Knowing Aldolf well, the captain of the guard took the Phoenix King to a tavern in the corner of the port, and the people in the field saw that it was two elves who came to the door, and they all burst into amazing laughter.

"Look, it's Grandpa Elf..."

"Shut up!"

The cheek of the person who laughed the loudest came into close contact with the palm of a big man, and two bloody teeth flew to the ground.

Even more exaggerated, someone lifted a bench and hit the laugher's head hard.

The two elves were calm, and this small scene might only scare children.

At the table, the young bartender brought out two glasses of wine and invited the elves to the second floor to discuss in the already silent tavern.

After a commotion, the whispering in the lobby showed that many people were curious about the identity of the elves. It was not that there were no elves in the tavern before, but they were all persuaded to leave by the boss...

In the soundproof room, Imrick leaned against the sofa and looked at the bartender lazily: "Where is your boss?"

"He needs some time." The bartender glanced at the elf sitting lazily on the sofa and the Flame Knight standing behind him with his hands behind his back, and couldn't stop being shocked.

The Kislev Gang has connections with many parties, otherwise it would be impossible to occupy the northern port of Altdorf without help... Not long ago, the Flame Knight had approached them and said that he would have something to entrust them with in the near future.

And the real behind-the-scenes of the gang... that is, the National Defense Army, agreed to this.

Twenty minutes later, a thin man who looked ordinary appeared in the box. When he saw that there were only three people in the room, he closed the wooden door.

A silver medal with the logo of the Flame Eagle was slapped on the table by him, and he introduced himself calmly: "Ivan, the second-class sergeant of the National Defense Army, leads the brothers of Altdorf under the order of the general."

This is a question and inquiry. Just now, Creon had implicitly taken out the Flame Dragon Medal of the Flame Knight. Ivan needed to know the true identity of the visitor.

Even though he had vaguely guessed the origin of the seemingly lazy man, he was still not sure. (End of this chapter)