Working Prophet

Mu Xiantang finally understood why the group of Mai people just now were just the lowest commoners, but they dared to contradict nobles like Constantino, and even threatened the latter.

Co-author The Raimondi family has lost control of the Scaled City, but Tom still doesn't understand what Herodotus is doing with so many rabble.

Fighting a war is not just based on which side has more people. A guy like this who rushes onto the battlefield without training, wearing single clothes and holding a farm tool, even if the number is ten times that of the regular army on the opposite side, in the end he will only be killed crying for his father and mother. Son.

However, the internal struggle within the Silver Moon Church was something Tom, a two-year-old Christian, couldn't figure out, so he didn't think about it.

He entered the Scaled City just to save people. After getting the pass, he said goodbye to Constantino.

Before leaving, Constantino repeatedly warned Tom that they should not cause trouble in the city, and the captain of the Black Dog Guard naturally agreed without hesitation.

After Constantino left, Tom planned to find a place to stay.

But I didn't expect that such a simple thing would lead to trouble again.

Because the new troops had been conducting trials and robberies all over the city, almost all the shops in the city were closed, and the hotels were certainly no exception.

Tom and others searched most of the city, but couldn't find a place for them to stay.

Although the soldiers of the Black Dog Guard don't mind sleeping directly on the roadside, the comfort is second to none. The key is that considering the current atmosphere in the city, it is not safe to do so.

Maybe we'll run into those new troops who are trying to steal the spotlight.

Tom looked at Redio and found that the latter was also looking at him. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised in a sneer, "Captain Jerry wouldn't ask Merlin for help for such a thing, would he?"

Tom wasn't angry either, he just said to Redio, "If I can find a place to sleep before dark, then you will be my servant for three days.

"I have always had a wish since I was a child. I want a arrogant noble to be my servant. Although you are no longer a noble, you are still quite arrogant, so I think I can make do with it. of."

"Let's bet. If you can't find me, you can be my servant and carry the urinal for me."

"fair enough."

After saying that, Tom continued to lead the team forward and walked two more streets. This time, he finally encountered an open shop.

The laughter and the singing of minstrels could be heard from a distance.

"Looks like I'm lucky." Tom smiled.

Redio's face was a little gloomy. He looked up at the sign on the door, Cyclops Tavern, and was about to walk in.

Unexpectedly, he was stopped by two sturdy twin guards at the door, "Hey, kid, the tavern is closed today."

As soon as the guard finished speaking, the door of the tavern was pushed open, and a drunken bearded man stumbled out.

Regardless of the fact that there were so many people outside, he directly showed his little brother, making it convenient on the roadside.

"You don't want to open the door?" Redio's expression became even more gloomy.

"Yes, so what?" The guard on the left patted the battle ax on his waist and grinned.

At this time, Tom came over and threw a silver coin, "Are you from the Red Wolf Mercenary Group?"

The guard on the left took the money and put away the joking look on his face, "The Red Wolf Mercenary Group was disbanded six years ago."

"I know, because of what happened to the Graton family. It's a pity. Wolf Claw is a good leader, except that he trusts those nobles too much."

"Nobles can't be trusted." The guard on the left echoed, and then asked, "Which mercenary group are you from, my friend?"

His tone was much more polite than before.

"I'm Tom. Everyone calls me Funny Tom. I don't have a fixed mercenary group, but I have cooperated with many mercenary groups."

"You're Tom, that funny Tom?" The guard on the left widened his bell-like eyes and asked in surprise.

"No offense, but everyone talks about you, the one who talks about you..."

"I don't have much hair left, right?" Tom shook his black hair, "Fortunately, there are still miracles in this world, and this time the miracle happened to happen to me. "

"This is unbelievable." The guard on the left was amazed, while the guard on the right nodded, although he still didn't speak.

He also stretched his head out in front of Tom, and looked at it carefully several times, as if he wanted to see some flaws in it, but now every strand of the hair on Tom's head was genuine.

Tom even offered to pull his bangs up to show him the scalp underneath.

"You have to change your nickname." The guard on the left said, and at the same time stepped aside to open the door of the tavern behind him.

Tom left a few lizardmen warriors to watch the carriage, while he himself walked in with Redio and others.

"Why did they let you in and not me?" Redio asked.

"Obviously, this is a mercenary tavern, which is why those new soldiers dare not come here to make trouble." Tom said.

"You used to be a mercenary, and you were quite famous?"

"Well... a lot of people have indeed heard of my name." Tom rubbed his nose and said to the waitress on the side, "Bring me five glasses of ale, and I also want six guest rooms."

"Ale is coming soon, but the rooms are full."

"Then do you know of any other places in the city that can accommodate us weary travelers?" Tom tossed out another silver coin as a tip.

"Go to the lame Gif. He can arrange a place for you."

"Where is Cripple Giff?"

The waitress pursed her lips in one direction and said, "That's the one who's guessing coins next to the wall."

"Thank you very much."

Tom then walked over to Giff, who had just guessed heads and tails wrongly, lost a lot of money, and was sulking.

After hearing Tom explain his purpose, he said directly, "Six rooms, one gold lion a day."

"You're robbing me, my friend."

"No, this is a very fair price." Lame Giff said, "You and your people don't look like you are a fuel-efficient lamp, and you definitely don't have good intentions when you come to Scaled City at this time.

"But don't worry, I don't have any objections to this, and I don't care what you plan to do. Not only that, I can also ensure that you are protected from the harassment of the New Army scum outside. One gold lion a day, the price is very reasonable."

"How do I know you're not lying to us?" Redio said calmly.

The lame Giver stretched out his hand and ordered another glass of ale, "Reputation is the most important thing in our business. You can ask around in the tavern to see if I, Giver, have ever betrayed any of my customers."

"You are also a local, right? Are you really not worried about us doing bad things in the city?" Redio was still doubtful.

Giver sneered, "You are from outside the city, haven't you seen what's happening here? I don't think this city can get worse than it is now."