The apprentice deliberately placed his hands on the hilt.

"So we pay you, it's no different from going out to just pull someone to ask questions."

Sir Kangli thought about it and his attitude was unknowingly lowered his attitude. "My hotel is the most prosperous news station in Bonfire Town. My information is more accurate and more complete. I know the trends and intentions of the Wheel Gang. You want to find Quillen, aren't these things helpful?"

Without help, what else should we say to you? Uriel knows what this cunning intelligence agent is thinking. He is afraid of us and wants to make a fortune from our two seemingly unprofessional adventurers. Anyone will think that such a storefront intelligence exchange will definitely have the basic ability to protect its own safety, but Sir Conry is not a mysterious person.

So the apprentice forced himself not to show any anxiety, "Your help is not cost-effective." He looked at the stairs behind Sir Conry with some anxiety, worried that a few mysterious people would suddenly rush downstairs. Of course, Ulier believed that this was not because he was afraid that he could not beat them.

"I didn't see Mr. Shazzo." York interrupted at the right time. "I heard that he was the lucky one who discovered the Elf Golden Cup and soon found the buyer."

"This is the news of the streets." Sir Kangli glanced unnaturally, and indeed the mercenary held the hilt of the sword.

Uriel suddenly realized that the hunter Shazo was the mysterious person of "bad Blinz". With Sir Conry's greedy face, the guard's job was probably not very leisurely. Now that he has taken advantage of the Elves Golden Cup, the hunter with ample hands has given up this unpleasant part-time job.

It was precisely because of his resignation that the situation of "bad Blinz" began to become really bad. After all, Bonfire Town is located in a remote place, with only a few hundred residents in the town, so there are no secrets that can be hidden for a long time. And the guys selling intelligence and gossip, the hatefulness of these people depends on how good their business was.

"I'll tell you the truth, Sir Conry. This is for Mr. Calder's sake." Ulier pulled out his short knife, and his unskilled posture made Conry feel fearful. The apprentice felt the fluctuation of magic power coming from beside him, but he didn't look at York who was secretly preparing. "The Wheel Gang escaped from Venewards, and they had offended people who shouldn't have offended."

"I'm much more professional than you." Sir Conry first pulled the center of gravity to his left foot, then slowly moved his right foot, and sat on the table last. "I've known this information for a long time, and valuable information cannot be exchanged."

"Do you know who the Wheel Gang, or who their leader Quillen has provoked?"

"If you want to know the answer to this question, you have to pay an additional fee. Of course, if you buy it together, the price is easy to negotiate." Sir Kangli was still holding on.

York, behind them, almost laughed out loud when he heard this. Ulier was much calmer than him, and said in a low voice, "You think it was the order of the Paladins, they were indeed in Venice, and they left from Bonfire Town. They took away the Elves Golden Cup and let the mystery come here."

"This is not a big problem. We have reported the situation to Sir Nedon. He is not a pitiful person like me. When the knights take the Golden Cup back to Bonfire Town, things will be resolved sooner or later. After all, after so long, there has been no change in the town except for the environment."

Sir Conry talked about him, but Uriel had to focus on the topic. He suddenly raised the old jazz collar. "Yes, nothing has changed. The Golden Cup will come back, and the business will be too. As soon as Quillen became a defeated man in York, you were already planning to invite the old employee back to the position. I see that your dream has not yet woken up."

He paused for a moment, tolerating the old sir's scream. York drew his sword, but Quillen did not return, and the gangsters of the Wheels were gone. "Very good, let's continue to discuss."

"I will tell you what you want to know." Sir Conry finally gave up the deal. Or he agreed to another deal, that is, using intelligence to buy his life.

"The movement and purpose of the Wheel Gang, jazz, is not missing at all. I know you hired him to work and guard your house for you. Maybe he would recruit business for you, but now this evil dog left you alone and ran away. Merchants are smart people who can distinguish right from wrong. We don't like to be implicated patrols. You can tell the truth, and we will do our own things afterwards."

After a silence, Sir Conry gave up passing the perfunctory approach. If Ulier had known this, he knew what these people thought and knew the mentality of luck. Only when all his retreats and possible escape methods were blocked at the same time, and only the only straw that revealed the truth could he pry open his mouth.

"Quillen came to me on his own initiative. We have cooperated before. This time he asked me to help, why did I have a reason to refuse?" The old jazz sighed.

Uriel let go of his hand and wanted to hear what tricks he would have.

But York had lost patience with this cunning little nobleman. "I'm afraid he didn't think so. Do you know who is chasing them? The Paladin of the Glorious Council is not an inhuman evil spirit." The apprentice vaguely foreshadowed what he was going to say, and at the same time felt that this description was not very good, but it was too late to stop it. "It was the messenger of Chloita who wanted his head. If you idiot Quiren was not seen, your cute little lord would not be able to get the recognition of the Tower of the Sky."

Gaia is on top, I was going to say why, from the Lancost family, you, why do you get yourself to the same dangerous state as Sir Conry? Uriel's back felt cold when he heard it, and just wanted to draw a clear line with the Orange Face Man immediately.

Sir Kangri's face suddenly turned from white to gray, and all kinds of tricks disappeared obediently.

Fortunately, when York used Joey's name to intimidate this poor old sir, he could still remember to mention the old story of Venewards. Otherwise, the fact that it was even more deadly than tying a reputation was that this reputation would not work.

By then, the consequences of adding fuel to the fire will only make the worse.

But at this point, he could only cooperate and say, "York is right. Lord Messenger is negotiating with the Paladins and will soon get the Elf Gold Cup. He may not care whether Bonfire Town can be transformed back."

York glanced at him with relief.

No, we are different. I just told the truth, and you made it out of thin air. Uriel muttered to himself. He really hoped that Joey could let him go, after all, there was still a book of vows to testify that he did not lie, right?

"Quillen asked me to give him a room, and he was responsible for taking over Shazzo's work to pay," said Sir Conry. "I can only do it. He took my people to occupy my empty house and loft. Every once in a while, different people would come down to pick up food, only one at a time."

"Eat in order" Uriel grabbed the point.

"It's the order of food intake." Sir Conry was very convinced. Uriel didn't hear anything unusual in his tone. He thought those people were doing something that could not be separated from their hands.

"Later, they probably aren't on our heads now."

"Just last night, the gang leader came out with his men and didn't come back until this morning. At first I guess they were doing their old job in Bonfire Town."

"However, no relevant news came out, and there were even quite a few homeless people." Ulier replied.

York didn't see him staying at the newsstand.

"There are basically no secrets here that can be kept until dawn." The old jazz muttered, "You are right. You have the talent to take over my class, I can see that." He turned to the Golden Cup. "Do you know the relationship between Alanwo and the Golden Cup of Elf?"

Uriel and York looked at each other. "I guess you saw this word from the stele."

"Green Rose City is an ancient town, which was established in the era of ancient elves"

“We understand.”

"Oh, I think you know all this common sense. So let's talk about the key points." Sir Kangri coughed, "Forgive me, the old guy. He only remembers that this town was destroyed by the Black Moon Tide, which was the river outside. There was something strange there. I advise you that it's better not to get on the boat. This is the entire history record."

You don't know anything, and these things may have been heard from the boat. Uriel thought of the river with songs and long poems, which turned out to be called the Black Moon River.

"The Golden Cup is the ritual vessel of ancient elves. Alanwo created it and planned to transport it to the Sarahs, but lost all the cargo ships in a storm. The Golden Cup of Elf was lost in the Black Moon River and became a fairy thing."

"Why don't the elves salvage their belongings?" York interrupted.

"The Black Moon River is a mysterious river. It is said that its source is on the moon. Things that fall into the water during the full moon will be dedicated to the Broken Moon, but the Broken Moon is not a living sacrifice."

Sir Conry was very vocal, and Uriel couldn't help asking, "How do you know this?"

"To be honest, I accidentally stepped on a boat when I followed Quillen and the others last night."

Uriel couldn't help but look at the old sir in front of him in surprise. He could track a group of cruel and ruthless gangsters as an ordinary person. This courage and skill appeared on this face with wrinkles and cunning, which was so awkward.

"Where will the Black Moon River lead to?" The apprentice endured not to discuss this issue. "There is also the alliance between the elves and the Sarahs, do you know the details of it?"

"I don't know. I got off the boat at the end of the town, and the river was still flowing, and there was no end. As for the Sarahs and the ancient elves, their past was harder to guess than the cargo ships sunk in the Black Moon River. At least the chance of the Golden Cup being picked up by a hunter who had left his fortune in the snow mountain, but the Sarahs didn't even record it."

York asked, "Where is that Quiren?"

"I followed them until they walked out of the gate of Green Rose City."

"They're out of town"

"And it's always south." The old jazz recalled, his tone was still confused. "The Yongqing vein must go west, and there are only snow-capped mountains in the south."

"It's really good. No one can confirm what you said now."

"No," said the old Lord quickly, "I know what he is going to do. Those people are pursuing the treasure elves. Quiren just returned to me to take away all the food and water. He said he would pay for his travel expenses with a mountain of gold cups."
Chapter completed!