Chapter 121

Count Envelde da Bossa.

It was the identity of a wild boar running wild.

“Aristocrats tend to believe that their actions can be kept secret even though they hire many servants. Some believe that they have completely concealed the truth by simply hiring outside personnel and cleaning up. , but when the tail is caught in such a ridiculous opportunity, does it make sense to prevent information leakage with such lax measures?”

It seems that only his leg was broken, but whether his head was also injured or he became the owner of an extraordinary intellect due to an acquired effort, Sicmel was really good at talking.

Not only is he good at talking, but his thinking is very logical and he even has the attitude to maintain objectivity, which seems to be one of the few people I’ve seen that is smart enough to count on one hand.

Is this really the Zicmel I knew? The heart grows really big. How the hell did you study like this and change like this in 4 years?

“In that sense, Envelde is a very smart nobleman. Important work is done directly or through his aides, and the employees are periodically changed. It seems that they have a form of selecting and training new talent as an aide... So, at a cursory glance, there’s nothing strange about it. It’s just a nobleman’s whim.”

Even taking advantage of the prejudice that comes from his position, he spares no money to spend on people.

The evaluation given by Zicmel was roughly that.

“So there really isn’t much information. Those who want to eat even the falling by-products by clinging to him do have some information...” ”

That’s enough.”

“yes?”

“I can’t touch that bastard anyway because of the temporary non-aggression pact. I just need the information on the other guys. I don’t need the general stuff, I’ll just buy the illegal ones I mentioned earlier.”

“Eh? You live?”

“You’re an intelligence dealer. Nothing comes for free in life.”

I don’t know if they were halfway threatening me, but as long as I’m properly treated as a guest, I’m infinitely generous. wrong in the past? I’m not a moth who has already reached an agreement with his two legs at that time.

“No, but taking money from Eldmia is a bit...”

“I don’t pull out my sword just because I’m offering a price. A fair price for a fair job. Even your information is definitely valuable to me.”

Still, the trauma of the past is a bit big. Normally, I would have squeezed one in, but I saw it because I was a positive beneficiary of faith injection.

Realizing one’s helplessness in the face of far superior violence, he walked the path of information... It seems that when a person is placed in an extreme situation, somehow it changes.

“But how do you figure out the price? Is there an industry standard or something?”

Originally, it wouldn’t be nice to show ignorance in a place like this, but I didn’t think a guy who was so scared would do something stupid like a dragon, so I just asked him openly, and the answer came out right away.

“Such information is usually only available to information dealers who deal with adventurers. Information between nobles’ gossip and merchants is actually a piece of rag if it goes to someone you don’t know, and it shines only when it goes to someone you know well.”

“Is it worth calling?”

“That’s the way it is. In order for a standard to be created, shouldn’t people selling the same information have to be in contact or come and go? There is.”

The value of information requested by Zikmel is 4 silver coins. To be honest, it wasn’t a lot of money. That’s almost a month’s food for an adult male.

I thought it might be a price that is not suitable for the price of information gathered by moving people, but information is one information at a time, activity anyway! It doesn’t come in the same form, so it’s not like that.

Of course, from my point of view, it was a satisfactory result, including the fact that I was able to connect with an information award that I could not normally reach, and that it was very useful information for me at the moment.

“This is just for information, but it is said that someone has been following you since you came to our store.”

“Uh. That’s right. Two males and females. Are they still there?”

“Yes. I kept some distance, but I’m sure they’re watching.”

I wondered if he was going to put an end to it today, but he was so proud of me for giving me one more silver coin. Zicmel, who paid it like a bonus to the subordinate who reported it, rummaged through the wooden shelves of the store and handed me three or four rings and necklaces.

“On the surface, we’re just like jewelers, so take some trinkets with you so you can look that way when you go out.”

“That’s money too, man.”

“Ah, it’s a cheap item that nobles want to use when they want to seduce the right woman. It’s a fairy tale, so just take it.”

Unlike the way he started the game at the beginning, now that I paid the right amount, the way Zicmel treats me is a little more comfortable. I’m relieved that I can avoid the unfortunate incident that the information dealer I found the next day and hit the report of closure.

“Thank you for visiting, customer! Goodbye!”

That’s how Zicmel’s men waved their hands moderately to the greetings shouted at the top of their voices and checked the signboard of the store.

“Mud pearls. Hit me up.”

Since it is being sold as used precious metal, it must be taken as meaning that it is about the size of a pearl buried in mud. Of course, from the point of view of a stolen item, it is never a clean item, so it fits well even from the point of view of buying and selling appropriate non-going information.

As Zicmel said, information only shows its value to those who really know how to use it properly. I don’t know if the bastard went to a school for making titles or he decided on the type of business he was aiming for, but he built it with great pride.

“Then, now how do I deal with those ticks...”

I don’t know if I’m moving with my bare body, but it bothers me that I’m wearing a sword. I want to see for myself if it’s just for self-defense or if I’m prepared to lay down a knife in case of emergency.

“Is there any suitable alley?”

Unlike places like Ogwen, it is still difficult to find a dark alley in a neatly organized street like a capital of a country. It’s not like it’s not there at all, but usually such places are in a very ambiguous position to say that there are few people because the city guards often patrol.

It will take some time to rob information once it’s done, but it’s a lot of trouble if you run into guards while diligently harvesting corn. However, if you go to a place that is too twisted, you’ll notice unless they’re idiots.

“Shit... I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight if I don’t find out what they are doing.”

I think I’m going out of my mind I think I’m going out of my mind I think I’m going out to eat lunch... Hmm? for a moment.

If I can’t lure them out, wouldn’t it be better if I track them back and destroy their base?

Eureka! This is a change of thinking!