Section 40: "Grayhead" plan

There are rules of the dark world in the dark world. People who survive in this world must strictly abide by these rules. If they do not follow them, the end will become a lifeless corpse. Of course, there will be a more tragic ending. They will become living textbooks that violate the rules, which is also the only value of their survival.

The little boy nicknamed "Rat" was terrified at this time, and the one who was acting as a speech was his boss, "Grayhead", who was the leader of the Baghdad Thieves Guild. All Baghdad thieves were his subordinates. In other words, without his permission from outside thieves working here, they would turn into vultures in the desert the next day, but now he is trying to train his subordinates.

"Sorry, boss, I really don't plan to hide the money." The mouse looked at the tortured deformed prisoner who was already locked in the guild dungeon, and was tortured. This guy who tried to challenge the status of "gray head" has now become a living textbook for "gray head" to visit by his subordinates who disobeyed his subordinates.

"Well, you ungrateful guys, don't you know who you picked it up from the garbage dump and give it to you with one skill." Grayhead was as gray as his nickname, his hair was gray, his face was sharp and thin, and his eyes were never looked at him, but when he needed to confirm whether you were lying, he would stare at the other person motionlessly.

"I'll spare me this time, it's all because of the "breaking hand" that she didn't let me hand over the money. Oh, that's her." The mouse immediately shirked responsibility and said, "One of the rules of the dark world, if you want to get rid of the situation that is not conducive to you, then it's better if someone is your scapegoat.

"Hey, rat, who do you think is in control of this place? Do you think there is anything that can be hidden from me? Give me the thing, if there is such a private act next time, I will let you taste the real rat in the dungeon." Grayhead stretched out his finger and pointed at his poor subordinates and threatened. He was not going to throw his fool subordinates into the dungeon this time, because he still needed these good children to continue to bring wealth to him.

"Yes, yes." The little boy nodded and quickly promised.

"Okay, I'm talking nonsense, hand it over immediately." Huitou said impatiently.

"Okay, head." The little boy quickly took out his purse and handed it to Huitou's hand.

"Hmph, it's still a large number of pens." Huitou opened the purse and weighed it. The heavy purse made a loud sound. After he drove away the little rogue, he greedily placed the money on his table. Under the candlelight of the swaying candle, the shadow of the gray head was long. His dirty hands were fiddling with the coins with interest. At this moment, an oak piece rolled out. Huitou realized that this might be a very valuable thing. He picked up the piece of wood and placed it under the lamp and looked carefully in the swaying candlelight.

This is a stamp, gray-headed frowns, he knows very well what this thing represents, why a noble stamp appears in his wallet, and the noble has no positive impression in the eyes of these people living in the dark.

"It's really strange, what kind of fat sheep did that fool find?" Huitou searched through his dirty pile of debris and finally found a small bottle of ink. Ink was a precious thing in this era, but as the leader of the Baghdad Thieves Guild, Huitou could still get it. He applied black ink on the seal, then stamped it on a piece of shabby yellow parchment paper, and an eagle pattern appeared on the parchment paper, and a circle of letters appeared around the eagle, which was "The Brave and the Fearless". This did not look like the seal of the Seljuk Turkic nobles. Huitou felt very strange and knowledgeable, he quickly recognized that this was a seal of a Western knight. Why did it appear in Baghdad? This was where he was curious.

"Head, come out and see if something is wrong." Just as Huitou was puzzled, the door was knocked. From the rapid sound, something very difficult seemed to have happened. Huitou knew the thugs waiting outside. They were not those little hooligans on the street who could only scare people, but killers with blood on their hands. Even if they were difficult to solve, it seemed that they really needed to prepare. Huitou carefully looked at his dusty fireplace and then walked out.

"What happened?" Grayhead frowned and walked out. His tall and strong subordinates were wearing striped robes, pressing their hands on the handle of the scimitar at their waist, looking around vigilantly. The first thing to survive in the dark world is to look around you vigilantly, and never trust anyone, even children or women who look harmless, must not relax their vigilance.

"The thief around the guild was killed." The gray-headed thug reported to him.

"When did it happen?" asked Huitou. The thieves had a clear geographical and territorial division. They were all Huitou people nearby. Any stranger's arrival would be known to him at the first time, but now his subordinates died for no reason.

"After a strange woman came, our people died." At this time, some hidden thieves appeared in front of their leaders like stinky mice emerging from the sewer, and they said to Huitou.

"Woman?" Huitou's brows frowned again. He walked to the side of the corpse a few steps and saw that the corpse was black. It was obviously poisoned. Then look at the wounds that caused his subordinates to die. There were traces of small sharp weapons stabbing through the throat, heart and head of the vital parts. Huitou knew that the damage caused by such small sharp weapons was definitely not as simple as people imagined. This was done by a killer with a skillful technique, and the poison used was extremely fierce, which meant that it was expensive.

"Who did I provoke?" Huitou was very smart, which was also the reason why he could survive in this dangerous capital of lies. His brain quickly contacted what the fool mouse brought to him. Huitou was a very cautious person. The enemies he was provoking were all familiar to him, and this terrible and crazy work was obviously not well-known to him.

"Head, what should I do?"

"Fix the body, before those city patrol soldiers come to cause trouble, hurry up." Huitou gave a few instructions and immediately retreated to his room. In this guild room, the windows were reinforced with iron rods, and there was a special trap in the corridor where the insiders knew how to avoid it. There was also a mechanism under the table where Huitou sat. When he pressed this mechanism, sulfuric acid would shoot at the enemy opposite, and these were not enough to make Huitou feel safe. The fireplace was the last key, and there was a secret passage leading out of the city.

"We're outside, head." The thugs knew their heads very well, and they were always right to be cautious. They held weapons and guarded the only entrance.

"Well." Huitou arranged everything before he sat down and thought about how he got into this trouble. The bodies should be warnings, "Seal? What does the seal of a Western Knight mean?"

Huitou absolutely figured out the whole story of this matter, so he found the "rat" and "broken palm". Listening to the confessions of countless children and thieves under his command, he finally got a clue.

"So, you played a play with "Broken Palm" to deceive the businessman's sympathy?" Gray head turned his head and looked at his two birds. These birds were predators released after being trained by themselves.

"Yes, yes." The mouse lowered his head and dared not raise it up and replied.

"Hmph, that's not a businessman." The little girl was not cowardly at this time. Even when facing the biggest leader of the thief, she was not afraid.

"Tell me." Grayhead grinned. The little girl was very stubborn, but there was something special on her body, which could not be seen in the thieves.

"I saw it, I saw it." The little girl raised her head. Her head was not as tall as a gray-headed table, but she was very independent.

"What did you see?" Huitou leaned forward and asked.

"His hands are very rough, not like the hands of a businessman at all. He also stands up, and looks like he is drawing his sword at any time. He is a warrior." said the little girl.

"A warrior who conceals his identity, but that doesn't mean anything."

"Don't listen to his leader. Broken palm is a liar. She just wants to deceive you and not pursue her crime of hiding her property." The mouse said quickly.

"I didn't, you villain stole my money." The little girl jumped up and beat the little boy in the head, but she was too short. If it weren't for the little boy's fear of resisting in front of the gray-headed person, the little girl would have been beaten again.

"Enough, you two." Huitou didn't care about the fight between the birds, but at this time he was eager to find out the information, so he interrupted the fight between them.

"I know more than you. You will only escape into the alley and hide yourself, and I heard the guards calling him Lord Bo Jue." The little girl said with a proud voice.

"Berg? Oh, damn it, it's the count, haha, it's a good job." Huitou quickly understood when he heard this title. An Antioch nobleman entered Baghdad. There must be a conspiracy here, but how should he use this conspiracy? If he exposes him to the Seljuks, he will definitely get a big bonus. It seems that he is working in time. But the only thing worth his attention is the killer. He or she seems to be warning himself that the risks and rewards must be carefully analyzed, and perhaps his status should be improved in this dark world. It should be considered through the relationship between the city defense captain or other relationships.

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Chapter completed!