Chapter 30: connection
After confirming that the situation in front of him was extremely unfavorable to his future actions, Dean chose to give up very simply.
Afterwards, he began to simply clean up the battlefield, mainly the special crossbow bolts for hand crossbows, and the corpses of thieves - the former is obviously absolutely difficult to forge near Tyre, and if possible, Dean doesn't mind using it repeatedly ; and the latter, as a thief, naturally has considerable search value.
After ten seconds of brief but complete search, on the body of the latter, Dean found several bottles of potions to be identified, two daggers of different lengths and thicknesses, and several throwing knives. A few Kimptons have been dropped, and there is no item of identification.
Very standard thief style!
With such an evaluation, Dean began to arrange the scene this time. After the simple arrangement, the whole room became messy, and it seemed that it had gone through a sudden but slightly protracted battle. In an instant, it will appear that this is an internal battle, but there is no doubt that both sides have such a mentality.
Therefore, it will be both sudden and long-lasting.
According to what Dean saw in the secret room and the appearance of the thieves, it is obviously the most appropriate for black to eat black.
After making full use of the room, especially those bloodstains, Dean divided it into two parts, the first to hide the thief's body in the bushes in the corner of Model's courtyard, and after confirming that he would never find it if he didn't approach, Only then did Dean leave in the true sense—in fact, this way of handling the corpse was absolutely rough, but with the premise that Molde, the tax collector, could come back at any time, this was already the best way.
Of course, what was more important was that Dean was hinting at the other thief's haste to leave.
As for the reason for the haste?
Injury is definitely a good reason - Dean dripped some scattered blood in the tax collector's courtyard, as if it was a bandaged wound that burst due to movement.
And such an arrangement will undoubtedly win a little time for Dean while misleading the other party——
Molde returned home and found that the situation was wrong. He would first search the house carefully, and then expand to the outside of the house, and found the blood stains I left on purpose—because of the secret room, it took at least five years for Molde to search the room. minutes, or even more... Then, I can get at least ten minutes!
Dean calculated in his heart, but he returned to the 'Snow Bear's Home' without stopping. Obviously, for the small town of Tyre, ten minutes is enough for Dean to return to the 'Snow Bear's Home'.
Is there any gain?
Huck, the innkeeper, waved his only left hand, and greeted Dean who walked in. It wasn't that Dean was special, but that Huck was so friendly to each of his guests. , Enthusiasm; Of course, the premise is that you don't violate his bottom line.
Otherwise, it would just be that unlucky southern businessman.
No, it's more difficult than I imagined!
Dean deliberately put on a bitter face, shrugged his shoulders, and sat in front of the bar.
Don't worry, nothing is impossible!
The tall innkeeper comforted Dean with words that didn't fit his image at all, while a few familiar businessmen beside him whistled and booed——
Our boss Huck has become a philosopher again!
Come on, let's drink to our 'Philosopher Huck'!
cheers!
...
Facing the booing of businessmen,
Huck first yelled and cursed viciously: In this case, your drink money will be doubled!
However, soon, he himself laughed along with many businessmen - for Huck, a former member of the Knights, and now the hotel owner, such a joke is harmless at all, even Huck himself Glad to see it, because it would make him feel like he was back in the barracks again.
Please!
After laughing out loud, Huck was undoubtedly in a good mood, and poured a glass of wine for Dean—it was not the spirit that was served with the meal, but a kind of rum.
In fact, not everyone can appreciate that kind of spirits, but compared with such throat-piercing spirits, rum that is mostly made of sugar cane honey is widely loved, even in Tyreland. The natives of Tillland will not refuse a glass of rum; of course, most of the time, the price of rum is also prohibitive for the locals of Tyreland.
Maybe a glass of ordinary rum in the three southern counties is worth two or three coppers, but when you come to the north, especially after Tyre, which is close to the dense snowy forest, the long transportation that includes taxes and crises is enough for its The price climbed three times, four times, or even more.
So, getting a glass of rum in Tire is a treat.
Thus, Dean exhibited the cautiousness of a businessman—
T-really?
Dean asked cautiously.
of course it's true!
Our Huck is 'Graceful Huck'!
Before Huck could answer by himself, the surrounding merchants booed again, and this time, Huck once again yelled loudly at his own customers, and in this deafening roar, Huck wanted to Proving what he said was true in front of Dean, he picked up the wine bottle again and poured Dean a second glass.
One more drink!
The hotel owner waved his hand and said like this.
Lucky boy!
You are favored by Huck!
The drinkers in the hotel lobby had obviously gotten used to the boss's habits for a long time, and they were not too surprised at all; however, booing still occurred.
It's just that, although Huck's roar was still thunderous this time, he didn't give Dean another drink.
Although Huck is tall and looks thick, he is not really stupid. He knows very well how much his hotel earns in a day and how much he spends.
Huck wouldn't mind being generous once in a while, but Huck wouldn't mind being generous at a loss.
Thank you so much!
Dean showed the innocence of a young businessman who 'leaves home for the first time'. While taking the glass full of rum to his side, he took out his money bag and insisted on paying; Yes, the young man who received such hospitality for the first time after 'leaving home' was in a hurry, not only knocked over one of the wine glasses, but also dropped his money bag on the ground.
boom!
Crash!
The front is the sound of a wooden cup falling to the ground, while the latter is a money bag. Undoubtedly, compared to the former, the latter is more attractive to people, especially when a golden light flashes from the mouth of the money bag, in the hotel lobby. The merchants stared there unblinkingly, as if they were hungry wolves who saw meat.
And this kind of situation undoubtedly made the young man in a hurry even more, and he didn't even know what to do. It wasn't until Huck picked up the money bag and put it in his arms that he seemed to turn around. god.
Thank you, thank you!
Dean couldn't help but thank you.
Hold your purse, be careful when you're out alone!
Huck waved his hand indifferently, and then slapped the huge remaining left hand on the bar counter forcefully. With a bang, the surrounding businessmen were awakened immediately. Huck glanced at these people, He said very seriously: Snow Bear's House is my domain, and I have the final say on the rules here, understand?
Of course, of course!
That's right, that's right!
The businessmen who were attracted by Kimpton and were even stunned nodded their heads. After all, they didn't want to be thrown out.
However, when Huck withdrew his gaze, these people were winking at each other, and one or two people even chose to get up and leave, and the originally noisy atmosphere in the lobby became strangely quiet.
Undoubtedly, this made Dean, a young man who was 'leaving home for the first time', very uneasy.
I want to go back to my room!
After finishing the remaining glass of rum, Dean said to Huck.
Well, it's nice there...don't leave your room if you don't need anything - until you know what you're doing!
The owner of the hotel nodded and reminded Dean kindly. The latter showed a distraught look, just like this, he stumbled and ran to the second floor. When he stepped on the stairs, he slipped accidentally. , almost fell - and with such a movement, there was another crisp 'crash' sound between Kimptons.
Once again, it attracted people in the hotel lobby.
Regarding this, Huck couldn't help but sighed helplessly—he was at most just protecting the safety of this poor little guy in the hotel, once he left the hotel...
Glancing at the guys in the lobby, Huck once again sighed helplessly.
There are several guys doing 'double trading' here, and, obviously, they are eyeing that little guy—and he can't really stop it.
After all, Tyrian has its own rules, and there are different rules during the day and night.
He is a cripple without an arm, and he still can't ignore these rules, whether it's day or night!
Stretching out his hand to touch the empty sleeve on his right shirt, Huck's originally good mood suddenly turned bad.
...
After returning to his room and confirming that there was no surveillance or follow-up, Dean let out a sigh of relief and secretly apologized to Huck, a former member of the Knights.
After all, Dean knew very well that what he had done before would cause this man who seemed to not mind the loss of his right arm, but actually cared about it—that feeling of powerlessness, which Dean also had. But, so, he was very clear; therefore, he decided to compensate the innkeeper who was a former member of the Knights afterwards.
However, that was an afterthought!
As for now?
What Dean needed was to wait for dark—to wait for the after-dark meeting of the Gosai spies lurking in Tyre.
That's right, in the previous scene, apart from the smooth 'death' of the identity he is playing now, it was more about leaving a secret signal to attract Gao Sai's spies to meet him.
Using one or two dead spies to kill the tax collector is not cost-effective in the long run, but 'accepting' the Knights is the number one priority that Dean needs—if even the immediate matter is resolved If it doesn't work, then there's nothing to say later; therefore, even if it's not cost-effective, Dean won't hesitate.
But it is not easy to leave a secret sign under Huck's nose.
Therefore, Dean had to throw out 'eye-catching' items.
And what could be more fitting than a Kimpton from that tax official's back room?
As for giving up your current identity?
A murder at the tax collector's home in town, a businessman who has just moved into the 'Snow Bear's House' and disappears, even ordinary people will be suspicious - although the tax collector himself will be suspicious of local thieves However, Huck, the boss of 'Snow Bear's Home', is a person who doesn't know the inside story, and he is even thicker on the outside and thinner on the inside.
Dean absolutely doesn't want any accidents to happen to his plan, so it's better for this 'identity' that just appeared to be 'dead'.
After all, death never tells a story, right?