Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 93 93. Berengar
"Don't, don't kill! This place is very close to the trade zone! Kill us, you must be in trouble!"

The gangster in his hand was shaking while turning his small brain.

Lan En's fierce style of beating up people like dolls without saying a word, completely made the little gangster feel that he might really be crushed to death at any time.

Although reason tells him that this place is very close to the trade zone, if someone kills people here, then neither the city defense force nor the public security force of Vizima will let it go.

But fear is something that is beyond the control of reason.

What's more, 【Yakesi Sign】has deepened this point.

"Is there a management organization for the dock porters and the unloading workers near the city gate? Whether it is official or unofficial."

"The king. The king's accountant only cares about taxes, and doesn't care about anything else. The workers and coolies belong to our Snake Tooth Gang. We have to take a fifth of every copper they earn."

Snake Tooth Gang?This name is really vulgar.

This vulgar name even made Lan En feel uncomfortable from the inside out, and he pinched his teeth.

"Who is in charge of your account, and where does he usually appear?"

"Jung. I just remember that he sent me money, but I don't know who owns the account of the gang."

Under the hood, the slender and beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned.

Come to think of it, a gang's accounts are the absolute core secret.

Then who is in charge of the accounts, it's not like these low-level horses on the street can know.

"Then Jung, where will he be?"

"When he has money, he will go to the House of Night. It is the best brothel in Vizima! But now, it is impossible for you to find him there."

"why?"

"It's still the accounts. Five days ago, all the accountants in the guild were picked up, no matter how big or small, they will have a big account reconciliation."

This time, the brows under the hood didn't wrinkle slightly, but knit into a ball.

Five days ago. If there is nothing tricky about this coincidental time, Lann might as well pay his respects to Meritelli.

In other words, the human traffickers, even the lowest-level coolie workers, are also flawless?
Can this fucking state spy agency do this!

The further down the investigation, the more frightening the opponent's power becomes.

This is also the reason why in this world, warlocks who have mastered extraordinary power have to negotiate friendly with the kings, and even succumb to others.

Extraordinary power is limited.

Even if the mana is as powerful as Alzu, the giant centipede he summons is enough to collapse half a city on the terrain!
But in the face of truly pervasive power and money, there is something behind them that really works—human desires.

Mana seems insignificant.

Playing with hearts is better than magic.

This is the truth of this world.

But Lan En is not from this world, and he has also seen how terrifying the truly powerful power can be.

So so far, the young witcher is not discouraged.

"Then give me the name of a worker, the name of the worker who has done the most work and has the highest frequency of work."

Now that the management organization of the coolie workers has also been well managed, let's just lower our horizons a little more!
I'm looking for the delivery person directly!

"Be, Berengar. That guy doesn't like to look up at people just like you. He lives in the temple area."

Under the hood, the slender lips showed a satisfactory arc.

A moment later, the tall and strong man in the cloak walked out of the alley. When he walked from the shadows to the sunlight, he subconsciously patted the corner of his clothes, which was not dirty.

In the alley behind him, two dazed thugs were piled on a pool of vomit.

After the two of them woke up, they only thought that they had a quarrel with each other, and then became emotional and fought in the alley.

The gangsters in the two cities have far less willpower than the warriors who see blood.

Following the gangster's information, Lan En quickly found the target house after turning around in the messy and tortuous self-built houses.

But when he walked to the door, the movement in the room made him stop with his mouth pursed.

"Oh! My warrior! Oh!"

This was obviously a bachelor's house, and the bold voice inside now belonged to a woman.

"Mentos. Block it."

"Sir, I don't suggest you do this. First, it will help you overcome your shyness. Second, the worker's physical fitness is not easy just by listening. We shouldn't lose clues for emotions. "

At this moment, since he started to devote himself to the patching business, the bio-intelligent brain that doesn't even greet him very much, actually said a lot of words without saying hello.

Lane was expressionless under the hood.

"Listen, you seem to have added the second reason?"

"Sir, it's nothing, you can't speculate on a loyal and loyal brain for no reason!"

Let's go, I really have to listen.

The lady in the room has a good level of business, at least as far as "satisfaction with the voice of the guests" is concerned.

Fortunately, the movement that made young people want to snap their nails was over in less than 2 minutes.

A lady in scantily-clad clothes was putting on the few fabrics she had, and before she had fully put on, she couldn't wait to walk out of the room.

While still carrying the purse, he smiled and shouted into the room: "Call me next time, and I will give you a discount, my warrior!"

Lan En has been standing against the wall, breathing long and quietly.

Because of the angle, the wandering warbler didn't even notice his existence.

The woman turned to leave, and a hand in a studded leather glove held the door before it closed automatically.

Turning around, the tall figure slipped smoothly into the room.

The room was very simple, and on the bed was a man of indeterminate age, lying naked on his upper body, with many hideous scars on his skin.

At first glance, Lan En frowned slightly.

Are these scars left by monsters?
"Why are you still here? What I gave should be enough"

The man knew that someone had entered the house again before he even opened his eyes.

Berengar was no ordinary coolie.

Lan En couldn't believe that at such a delicate time, under such a big net of conspiracy, it was purely a coincidence that an obviously unusual character appeared?
So the young man simply rushed forward.

He didn't draw his sword, and didn't use the three-edged nail on the face of the glove's fist.

Instead, he opened his palm and stuck it towards the opponent's throat with the tiger's mouth position.

The man who was lazily lying on the bed savoring the aftertaste suddenly woke up the moment Lan En started to move violently.

Under the surprised face of the young man, he opened his glimmering cat eyes.

Witcher? !
"Alder!"

"Oh!"

Lan En's palm, which was originally responsible for attacking, suddenly retracted, and raised it to protect his face.

The violent impact hit his body, and his body weight of [-] kilograms was almost knocked off the ground!

This guy's signature release speed is one level faster than mine? !So skilled!

While Lan En was surprised that the other party was practicing on the seal, the other party was even more surprised.

While maintaining the gesture of releasing the seal, Berengar supported the bed board and wanted to get up, changing his posture against the enemy.

This is a variant of the seal of the wolf school witcher, which can turn [Ard's seal] into a move that provides continuous impetus.

And on the opposite side of him, that brat from the Xiong School, he just used his arm to block it. It's all right? !
Before he could express his surprise, Berengar's cat-eyed pupils shrank into a thin line suddenly because of something even more outrageous.

I'll fuck you!
This brat rushed over against 【Alder】!
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