Give Me the Name of God

Hamis cut off a slice of lamb with a knife, dipped it in honey and ate it.

Dunison stood by. He had already explained his intentions. The new sheriff wanted to invite Hamis to lunch, but Hamis didn't raise his head, just eating lamb.

Having been a thief in the capital for more than 40 years and becoming the leader of the gang in the south of the city, Hamis not only has the scheming and courage different from ordinary people, but also has connections that ordinary people can't match.

Through theft, robbery, fraud, extortion, and other unseen deeds, Hamis can get more than 10,000 gold coins every year, which is equivalent to the tax revenue of the south of the city. But unlike taxes, the money is not sent to the king's vault, but directly to some people's pockets.

These people are mainly large and small officials in the south of the city, including senior officials such as the Minister of Finance, the Chief Magistrate, and the Chief Inspector. It is said that even the Minister of State has received the benefits of Hamis. He does have the capital to despise the sheriff.

After eating a lamb chop, Hamis wiped his mouth and said: "Your sheriff invited me to lunch? I'm afraid this is not appropriate. I'm just a commoner, or a commoner with a bad reputation."

Dunison smiled and said, "We adults like to make friends, and we never care about our origins."

"Since the adults don't care about birth, why don't they come to me in person?"

"This, this is kind of..." Dunnison was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say. He knew that Hamis was very powerful, but he didn't expect him to be so arrogant.

"Please tell Master Sheriff, I'm a little busy these days, and I will visit him later, and please also send me a gift."

He moved his finger at the middle-aged man next to him. The middle-aged man knew it, and counted thirty gold coins and handed them to Dunison: "This is for the sheriff, not just today, but every month in the future. Have."

Dunison looked at the gold coin in his hand, clenched his fist, turned and left Hamis's mansion.

Hamis moved his fingers again, and the middle-aged man poured him a glass of wine. The middle-aged man was named Bigdad, and he looked like a servant after busying himself. In fact, he was the number two person in the gang.

He and Hamis grew up together, started as a thief together, and spent most of their lives fighting to become the overlord of the south of the city, but Hamis was too domineering and almost occupied all the power, which allowed Bigda Looks like a slave.

Seeing that Hamis was in a good mood, Bigdala took a chair and sat beside him, tentatively asking, "Is it too much to treat the sheriff like this?"

"Which sheriff are you talking about? The new one or the old one?"

"Of course it is the new Viscount Monchik."

Hamis smiled and said, "It's a little too much, but I can only do this to him, the former sheriff is still watching us."

"But Monchick is the sheriff now."

"So? What can I do? Hram is the nephew of the general. What is Kreich Munchick?"

"There are rumors that he has something to do with the Marquis of Monchique..."

"Don't forget that this is the capital of the king, not the territory of the marquis. Even if he is the son of the Marquis of Monchique, he must listen to the general when he arrives in the capital."

"But I heard that the general also likes Craig..."

This time, Hamis was a little upset. He put down his glass and looked at Biggda with his slanted eyes: "You know? Sometimes I really don’t want to talk to you, and I don’t want to say a word to you. When I was young You are stupid than others. At this age, you still haven't made any progress. Think about it, why did the general call a hillbilly to the royal capital?"

Biggda replied carefully: "Because he killed the bandits..."

"You want to say that he is good at fighting? Do you think there is a lack of people who can fight around the general? There are so many things happening in Chengnan, and the general did not want his nephew to be involved, so he found a scapegoat and waited for the matter to pass. This scapegoat will either die, or go back to be a hillbilly. Do you want to be friends with this scapegoat?"

Bigdda dared not speak any more, Hamis tore off his napkin and threw it on Bigdda: "Monchick is looking for a purse for Hram. This is Hram deliberately making things difficult for Monchick. The reason why Munchik invited me to dinner, told our people that Munchik might also catch them as scapegoats. Let them be careful in these two days. If anyone gets caught, even if they are beaten to death, they can’t admit it. Otherwise not only will he die, but his family will also die!"

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In the middle of the night, Bigda wandered in front of Hamis. He always felt that Kreich Munchick would not let go. That was the man who killed Harlem the thief, and that was the man who had his throat cut and could come back to life. , He wanted to remind Hamis to be careful, but the bodyguard at the door said that Hamis was asleep.

Are you really asleep? Biggda was not reconciled, and waited at the door for a long time, only to see a waiter with two beautiful girls in.

Hamis didn't sleep, just didn't want to see him. Biggda sighed and left Hamis' mansion.

Not far from the gate, he suddenly smelled a smell of blood. As a believer of the war queen Ernie, he was very sensitive to the smell of blood.

After searching for the smell of blood for a while, Bigdard found a corpse.

It is Hamis’s nephew. This young man is very shrewd and he likes Hamis very much. His body is leaning under a big tree with his head in the grass. Although his head is different, his head is very peaceful, which proves He didn't know what happened before he died.

Biggda's heart hung up. This young man often stayed with Bighda's son, plus Hamis's son ~www.readwn.com~People often call them the three-headed snake in the south of the city.

Will they be together tonight?

Biggda continued searching along the smell of blood, and soon saw another corpse, the son of Hamis. Like the previous corpse, his head was neatly cut off without the slightest pain on his face.

Bigda trembled. He seemed to hear some sounds. He wanted to call someone over immediately, but he heard someone say in his ear: "Don't make any noise, your son is still alive."

Biggda looked up and saw Chuyt, the wine merchant, squatting on a branch.

"Come with me, follow me to save your son."

Bigda followed Chuyt into a private house deep in the alley and saw his son in the courtyard of the house. He was gagged and tied to a wooden stake. A teenager was sitting. Beside, trimming his nails.

Chuyt stepped forward and said, "My lord, he is Bigda, the second in command of the thieves."

"Second-in-command? What an awkward position," Manda shook his head, "Do you want to be the first-in-command?"

Biggda did not hear Manda's words. He knelt on the ground and cried bitterly: "Sir, I beg you to let my son go."

"I also wanted to let him go, but I couldn't find a suitable reason. The three men bullied a poor girl and ruined the girl in such a way that he was not human. Shouldn't they be killed?"

"I beg you, please!" Biggda put his head on the ground and kept begging.

Manda seemed to have relented: "Never mind, young people will inevitably be a little bit stubborn, not to mention that this is a business, they also give money, so I want to see Hamis, but his mansion is full of traps, can you Do you think of a way to send me in?"