Son of the Olden Days

Finding an inconspicuous hotel in the second district of Shangcheng District, Sol first circled his base area and route of activities.

It was only at noon, and Sol simply dealt with the bread and sausages from the hotel, and then left the room to start his own journey of searching.

Walking aimlessly on the street, Sol stared closely at whether there were any thief pickpockets around him. To get on the line with the local dark forces, the best thing is to find a thief who has been in the streets all the year round.

After walking around and found nothing, Saul didn't believe that the security in the main city would be so good that the house would not be closed at night, and the greed of human nature could not be wiped out by a blow.

He is walking in lively places, and he is also drilling in desolate corners. Finally, when passing through a narrow alleyway, a figure suddenly rushed over in front of him, and a woman's exclamation and cries came from the alleyway.

theft? robbery? Saul didn't care what the fleeing figure was doing, just chasing it.

The woman who rushed out of the lane saw Saul's figure chasing after her, stroked her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. It's all right now, and finally a righteous person is alarmed, and his money bag will be back soon, the woman thought beautifully.

The figure of the suspected thief in front is obviously just an ordinary person, Sol deliberately suppressed the speed and chased for a few blocks, and after completely thrown off the woman behind him, he suddenly increased his speed and chased forward.

The thief Paller was running out of breath, sometimes looking back to see if the man behind him was catching up, and estimating the safety distance, he hurriedly supported his knees and bent over and gasped for a moment of rest.

idiot! Run with me? I've come here all my life. I have to run to steal things, run to escape, and run when I can't pay the night money of a prostitute or a girl, and I run when chased by gangsters. Paller panted while scorning the chaser behind him.

The next moment he suddenly saw a shadow appear on the ground, and suddenly raised his head.

God! The chaser has actually arrived in front of you. Did you eat a leopard leg? Do you have a sense of accomplishment as a thief when you come to embarrass me so fast?

Paller's mouth was full of bitterness, and he turned and wanted to run wild again, but Thor grabbed his back.

"What are you running? I'll ask you something." Sol said.

"My lord, I don't dare anymore. This time it was because my sister was seriously ill and died soon, so I took the risk." Paller knelt on the ground without any pretentiousness, holding out the purse he just grabbed with both hands, and began to talk about the topic. Talking about the hardships of life.

Sol took the purse and looked at it. It contained some change, a pair of silver earrings, and a small bottle of perfume. The angel-shaped embroidery on the surface of the purse indicates that the purse obviously belongs to the woman before it. This is a robbery in the laneway.

Hesitatingly took out the small bottle of perfume from the purse, Saul pulled out the cork and spilled some on himself, and his whole body was full of anger in an instant. After lowering his head and sniffing, Saul was basically satisfied. It seemed that the perfume could cover up the rotten smell on his body.

Seeing the man who was spraying perfume on his body, Paller was a little shocked when he knelt there, but when the other party's eyes swept over, he hurriedly lowered his head.

"Keep it for your own use, I'm from the evil camp, I'm looking for you to find out something." Thor threw the purse to Durer.

Evil camp? What camp is that? Paller was a little confused for a while, and things seemed a little different from what he thought.

"Sir, what do you want to say, please!" Putting the purse in his hand, Paller immediately put on a flattering smile.

"How long have you been a thief?"

"Five years."

"Five years should be considered a veteran, then do you know what Odrensa has...oh, is it a larger gray force?" Sol asked.

"Bigger?... Oh, the Rattlesnake should be the biggest underground force in this city." Paller murmured subconsciously.

"Rattlesnake? What service can they provide?" Sol asked.

"Service? Their service is great, from foreign to local customs, from virgins to old mature women, adults, you will feel the warmth of coming home, or I can deliver the goods to the adults yourself." Paller's expression looked on. Very excited, obviously admired the local Orioles.

"No, I need to forge something..., forget it, you just take me there." Thor thought for a while and made a decision, so let's go and have a look first.

It didn't take much time. Under Paller's guidance, Sol drilled through countless intricate alleyways, and entered the underground passage of a certain residence, and finally sat opposite the rattlesnake.

He gave Paller a silver coin to let him go, and then Sol looked at the muscular man with a scar on his face across the table.

"I'm Tarrell, the person in charge here. I don't know what your guests need?" After examining and judging each other, the strong man told the two guards around him to retreat, introducing himself and preparing to start business.

The scale of this place is small, it looks like it should be just a division of the Rattlesnake. The man in front of him also had the same level of strength as himself, but he was obviously not the real snakehead of the Rattlesnake.

"What's your main business?" Thor first tried.

"That would be very broad, gambling, stray warblers, pulling sidelines, management of rogue thieves, dissemination and collection of information, any gray benefits that can be grabbed. In terms of elegance, our business also includes understanding the city. Anyone who is unusual has a lot of work to do on this alone."

"If you are interested in the slave trade or human trafficking, we can also provide it. Of course, the local area clearly prohibits the slave trade, or not many people are keen on it."

"The reason for the prohibition is not to maintain some **** human rights, but to maintain the stability of the place."

"Whether you catch a native or a foreigner, because of the barriers of the dark wilderness, the cost of sending him to another territory is too high. And if you just resell it between neighboring towns in your own territory, you will eventually encounter Brings instability to the territory."

Tarrell clasped his hands on the table and gave Thor a brief introduction.

It sounds not much different from his own guess, and Sol is not interested in learning more.

"Let's be straightforward, can you forge some paper contracts or documents? According to what you just said, I think this matter should be classified as'any gray interest that can be grabbed'." Sol proposed himself The problem.

"Forgery? To be more detailed, about what? I mean no matter what you need to do with these paper items, in order to keep pace with your pace, we must know more so that we can provide a clear document." Tarrell answered.

There was a glimmer of light in Thor's eyes, as long as the other party had the corresponding counterfeit means. As for the concealment, there is definitely no way to hide it, and Saul doesn't care. When the follow-up effect of the incident occurs, he is already dead.

"Oh, maybe it's a noble identity certificate, or a related certificate that allows me to enter the Izheim Magic Academy." Sol gave his answer.

"Oh, guest, do you want to enter Izheim? Then can I take the liberty to ask the reason?" Tarrell's smile suddenly became a little playful.

"What? Are you going to make your guests have no secrets?" Saul laughed.

"Excuse me for being rude, in fact, we have provided customers with similar proofs before, but since he got involved in Izheim and made a big fuss, we had to stop this business."

"You see that we are free to come and go in the underground world, but we also have existences that we can't provoke, and we can't bear risks. For example, you use those proofs to mix into the academy to assassinate any important people, or plan to overthrow the council?

Tarrell gave an example with an affectionate face, but secretly observed every subtle expression of Thor.

I have to say that these people who have been in the dark all year round are indeed very keen, and almost instantly vaguely guessed Sol's purpose through association. But Saul would definitely not admit it, and he was not going to kill one person, but many people.

"Haha, it's not that complicated. In fact, I am only entrusted by others to deliver an important thing to a certain great magician in the academy, and I will personally have the privilege of studying under the master for a period of time."

"As for the name of the master, please forgive me for not being able to reveal it one step further. As for the exciting events you just mentioned, do you think I can do it with my Tier 3 strength?" Sol joked to himself and quickly edited it. Made an excuse.

After listening to Sol's words, Tarrell pointed his finger at the tabletop, lost in thought.

"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of talkative person, even if I really don't see anything, I won't have any rattlesnakes by then." Saul added in due course.

"Well, five longan, delivery will be delivered next week." Tarrell replied.

"Do you think these things are worth the price?" Sol asked with a smile.

"I think this is fair. After all, to enter the Izheim School of Magic, you must be pretended to be a direct relative of a certain lord in the south. The land must not be too remote. You must be a high lord."

"In addition to a letter of recommendation from the local lord, the lord’s seal must also be stamped. The most difficult part is that in addition to the proof of your noble ancestry, the composition of the three generations of your family’s family members and each person’s Detailed information."

Tarrell stared at Saul nonchalantly at the price, with a solemn expression on his face.

"I know what you said. This is why I am here, but it seems that I am going to be disappointed. It turns out that the rattlesnake is nothing more than that. The price is actually just a small business for you, but business is business. "

"My personal judgment tells me that the whole thing is only worth two longans, and no more copper coins. It seems that I can only walk a few more steps in the twelve districts. I believe other forces will give me a fair price. , Goodbye." Sol stood up and smiled.

Saul is actually not very good at bargaining, but the longan in his hand is prepared for his own revenge. He doesn't know if there is anything else where he needs money before his plan is completed. , So I can only behave like a search point.

Tarrell's eyes rolled as he watched the figure of Sol getting up to leave.

This is really not a big business, but this month's branch business has always been a trivial matter of sesame garlic skin, and there is no decent amount of money.

In fact, the whole thing sounds complicated, but the cost is some special paper, paint, and some intelligence gathering. Now even though this young man has been cut from 300 Golden Eagles to 120, it is not impossible to do it.

"Please wait for the guests. I feel ashamed and heartbroken to hear your comments. I think it is necessary to restore your trust and friendship in us, so I agree with the price you gave and look forward to more in the future. Opportunities for cooperation."

"There is only one last question, what name are you going to use on the certificate?" Tarrell said as he walked around the table and reached out to Sol.

"Buu, the surname is your business." Sol reached out and shook Tarrell together.

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