Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 346: Street Rat Intelligence Group

There is little nightlife in Winter City.

Even though the city is richer than before and the quality of life has greatly improved.

People here are still not used to nightlife.

Most of the time, the nights here are too cold, and the pitch-black nights seem to devour all life.

Who would have nothing to do but go out?

9527 will.

But he was out on business.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the light from the magic street lamps made the stars in the sky no longer clear.

When he couldn't sleep, he squatted on the windowsill to observe whether the street lights were really on all night.

the answer is negative.

The street lights will be turned off at 5 a.m. and lit again at a.m. This is understandable, after all, it is a bit of a waste to illuminate streets where almost no one passes.

Under the lampposts was a pile of dirty snow mixed with mud, and perhaps even animal feces and the urine of a drunk.

It will be frozen until the end of spring.

Snow is actually not clean. Maybe it's okay when it just falls from the sky, but once it hits the ground, it will always get stuck with all kinds of things in the air.

The snow will be what the environment is like.

Just like him.

9527 feels that it is not all the fault of the environment that led him to the path of fraud. He himself must bear the primary responsibility, but the environment he is in must also bear a lot of secondary responsibility.

He was an orphan since childhood and lived on the streets. At that time, children on the streets had basically only a few ways out, unless they were lucky enough to be adopted by a rare kind-hearted person. Cheating, stealing, and no matter what they did, they were not on the right path.

We left the main road and walked through the dark, maze-like alleys where the street lights could not reach us, and finally arrived at our destination.

A shabby shack.

There was an old beggar at the door, wrapped in a thick blanket, emitting a sour smell. It was impossible to tell whether he was asleep or awake.

9527 took out a "gold badge" made of iron and plated with copper and handed it to the old beggar.

The other party raised his head slightly, glanced at her, then hunched back down without saying anything.

As a regular customer here, 9527 knew that he had passed the verification, so he pushed open the door of the shed and walked into the tunnel that was wide enough for one person to pass behind the broken straw mat.

After turning two corners, the view in front of us suddenly opens up to a spacious, chaotic, dilapidated yet luxurious tavern.

On the one hand, there was the bad smell of bad wine and moldy wood mixed together.

On the other hand, the walls and corners of the tavern are filled with priceless paintings and sculptures.

Those were stolen items that were hard to come by, but were not sold for various reasons.

This is the branch of the Shadow Guild.

The Shadow Guild is the name given by its internal members, while outsiders generally call it the Thieves Guild, the Cheaters Guild, or more directly, the Rat Guild.

Thieves, swindlers, information brokers, people selling fake medicines, etc., all illegal activities are also gathered here as practitioners at the bottom of the contempt chain.

They blatantly provide low-quality wine diluted with water here, and they are not afraid of being reported. Unless you can beat the person in charge, don't even think about drinking good wine.

In addition, they also provide services such as selling stolen goods, intelligence trading, running gambling games, and providing a relatively safe negotiation venue. If someone dies here, after all the valuables on their body have been stripped away, they will also "thoughtfully" help collect the body.

Although the service level here is far lower than that of a normal pub, the turnover is still frighteningly high.

There's no other way. For those in this line of work, this is the only place where you can stop pretending and relax a little.

Moreover, the "rats" are all quite rich and have no habit of saving money.

Who should I save the money for?

You never know if you will slip up one day and be caught and put in jail, or even die on the street.

They don't have much frontal combat ability. Even the best thief, if caught on the spot, may not be able to beat a lousy mercenary who has just debuted in a one-on-one situation.

Coupled with the nature of the job, which makes it extremely easy to offend people, death is like the wind, and one blow will bring you down.

9527 walked into the pub and looked around. The pace of renewal here was always very fast. It had only been a short time since he retired, but there were not many familiar faces.

When I was confused, a young man who was as handsome as a movie star, about 9527 meters tall with curly blond hair, a straight nose, and a pair of deep and charming blue eyes, called out to .

"Hey, look who's here. Isn't this the best liar in the North and now a member of the management of Drogo Group?"

He said as he opened his arms and gave 9527 a hug.

"Long time no see, old friend."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"Welcome back to the Continental Tavern."

"Come on, you can really say this name without being embarrassed at all."

The Continental Tavern sounds like a great place, as if the rules are strict and no violence is allowed.

In fact, this way of naming is their consistent tradition.

Let’s put the ability aside for now, the name must be intimidating.

For example, those who have sneaked into places with a little bit of security dare to call themselves the Invisible Ones of the Dark Night; those who lend money at high interest rates are called the Lords of Gold Coins and Wealth; and those who make fake wine are called alchemists who control grapes and wheat.

As for 9527, his reputation back then was the Chosen One of Lies and Deceptions.

The golden retriever in front of us is the "Lightning Golden Quick Hand".

As you can imagine from the name, he is a thief.

He is also one of the people that 9527 had an appointment with.

"What's wrong? I quite like this name. Come on, I have prepared some good wine, real good wine."

"It's a serious drink, hahaha."

"Then I'm not a liar."

"Give me your phone back."

"What phone?"

"Don't play dumb and treat me like a newbie. Your hands are still dirty after all these years."

"Just a joke." The golden-haired Kuaishou said as he took out a mobile phone from his sleeve. It was from 9527.

Professional habit, touch everything wherever you go.

He took 9527 to a table in the corner where some of his old acquaintances were.

Naturally, he is not a serious person.

"Ohh, cheers to the return of this old trickster!"

Golden Retriever really didn't lie, the wine he brought was indeed good wine without any adulteration.

After a few rounds of drinking, I was a little tipsy.

"Come on, old liar, what exactly is that big deal you're talking about? You're not planning to join in by paying a fee for intelligence and then defrauding us guys, are you?"

9527 pretended to be a little drunk and said, "Why would I lie to you? This is definitely a big deal, a big deal that you will only see a few times in your life."

Although the people present were all senior people who had been in the industry for a long time, they had not participated in many big deals.

There are few opportunities, the difficulty is high, and it is easy to lose all your money.

Because the things that big businesses deal in are generally well-known and the original owners are powerful, it is easy for them to get what they want but no one dares to take over.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many good things in mainland pubs.

All of them are stolen goods that cannot be sold.

“Can big business be easily said?”

"Tsk, when you say that, you are just laying the groundwork for the scheme. We treat you as a buddy, and you want to make a fortune from us?"

"Dangdang!"

9527 threw a purse on the table. Judging from the sound, it weighed at least three or four pounds. Jinmao pried open a hole in the purse and saw the golden light inside.

Hard currency is the funding that Drogo approved for intelligence activities. Even if this bag is not all the funding, it accounts for almost one percent of the total.

"Where have you been?" others asked in surprise.

“Now believe it or not, it’s big business.”

"Letter, letter." Another habitual thief at the table reached out to touch the purse.

Those were gold coins packed in bags, and one bag was equivalent to their income for several years.

"Don't touch if you're not working!" 9527 slapped the restless little hand away.

"Seriously, are you sure there is a way to get into Roman?" he asked the golden retriever, "If you can get in, there will be business to do."

Hearing this, Golden Retriever scratched his head embarrassedly.

"I, I'm getting married."

"puff--"

9527 spurted out the whole bottle of good wine.

"Are you getting married?" His voice broke. "No, it's easy to get married with your face. Whose girl are you going to ruin?"

He poured himself another glass of wine to calm himself.

"The girl from the Duke of Loman Wilton's family."

"puff--"

9527 couldn't hold it in any longer this time.

"The Duke's daughter?"

The golden retriever nodded.

"That's the Duke's girl!"

"Well, you heard that right."

"No, oh, I see. So the way to get into Loman is to marry into it."

9527 still felt that it was not right. "Even if you are handsome, why would the Duke's daughter like you?"

"I forged an identity of a minor noble. I met her when she came to Sutton to play. Because she was a minor noble, I could bring some followers with me when I married her."

9527 understood that the way to help them enter Luoman was through dowry.

It was much more ideal than he had imagined. If he could infiltrate the Duke's family, he would have more opportunities to obtain intelligence.

"There is still a problem. The gap between a minor noble and a duke is not small."

"The Duke of Wilton is famous for his fertility. He has more than 50 children. Many of them are not treated well. It just makes my life stable and gives me the opportunity to make more money. I still want to make some."

Jinmao also explained why he was chosen and why he still wanted to take the job.

"that's it?"

9527's intuition told him that his looks and minor noble status were not enough to attract a neglected duke's daughter.

After all, that woman should have plenty of opposite sex to choose from.

"that's it."

"You know I'm very experienced at lying, right? If I don't tell the truth, this business won't work."

9527 I’m afraid there’s something fishy going on here.

The golden retriever blushed and stammered, unable to explain. Finally, as if he mustered up his courage, he stuttered and said, "She likes to go through the back door."

"No, I took the back door... Oh! You have a special hobby, but I don't think I would take the back door..."

"She likes to go through my back door."

As soon as these words were spoken, the table fell into silence.

9527's worldview suffered a small shock.

Prop game!
"Oh, oh, well, that's it. That's not easy."

"Okay, it's not that difficult. Maybe he likes this."

The man who had just reached out to touch the gold coin said impatiently, "Tell me what big business it is."

"Okay, ahem, let's get down to business."

9527 cleared his throat.

"You all know that Luo Man has been in trouble recently."

Others nodded.

"So, there is a big shot who needs all the relevant information about the war that Loman might start."

"I see. Who is the big shot who is the information dealer?"

"I don't know. He contacted me unilaterally and charged me for the information according to the piece of information and its importance."

9527 knew very well that these "old friends" of his were paid to do things, and everything had a price tag, including loyalty.

Therefore, the information they obtain should be limited to that related to money.

"How dare you answer it without knowing who it is?"

"Do you want this money? Besides, does it matter to us what big shot we are?"

9527's words are very direct and realistic.

They hardly ever have any contact with the real big shots, and even if they do receive such a commission, they will be thrown aside after being used.

So it really doesn’t matter who it is.

"I took it." Without much hesitation, Golden Retriever said directly that he had to go to Roman anyway.

"How much money is this for the intelligence?" asked another person.

"It's the money I got when I went to Loman."

9527 has never done a job with such sufficient funding. Who knows how rich Drogo is.

"How many of us share one bag?"

"One bag per person."

"Wow."

It turns out that money does work. If it doesn’t, it’s because you don’t have enough of it.

Soon, a completely profit-driven intelligence team composed of senior low-end criminals headed to the Roman Empire, disguised as an attendant of a minor nobleman who married into the family.

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Sutton Royal City.

The residence of the crown prince.

The prince has locked himself up at home for a long time. For several months, he has not taken any action. He claims to the outside world that he is learning knowledge, seeking progress, and fulfilling his role as the crown prince.

He did purchase a lot of books and hired an old scholar from a foreign country who was highly respected.

It was as if he was actually learning.

But in a sense, he was also learning, but what he learned was not very common.

In the bedroom, the prince took off the device on his head, his eyes full of fanaticism.

He has been exposed to a wider world and a greater cause.

The throne is nothing but a mundane matter in the mortal world.

Theocracy is the goal worth pursuing.

He originally contacted Roman just to get the support of the Roman Empire, but what he got was not only support, but also something more valuable.

Create gods.

It sounds very exciting.

In order to achieve this goal, he also needs to do his best.

Become the King of Sutton, and then make Sutton also part of the great ascension.

"But how can I become the King of Sutton now? That old man hasn't died yet. Instead, his health is getting better and better. I don't know how many years he can live. Who knows when he will pass the throne to Figosin. It's ridiculous. He hated that barbarian so much."

"calm."

The old scholar from a foreign country, although not a Roman, is also a member of the Ascended Souls.

"My Lord has planned everything. We just need to wait quietly. The opportunity will come."

"What about after I become the King of Sutton? That barbarian in the North will definitely do something."

"Be quicker than her."

The old scholar said calmly.

"On the day you take the throne, Duke Roman Wilton will lead his army to attack the North to eliminate your hidden dangers. In order for the plan to go smoothly, we need the North's defense situation."

(End of this chapter)