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Jackson pinched his chin and showed an ordinary smile: "Andre, you've been doing well lately, by the way, what were you talking about just now?"
Andre smiled disapprovingly: "Brother Jackson, it's just a small thing, I saw a young man I know, in the past few days, he has been going out of the city every day, so it's a bit strange."
"What did he go out with and then come back with something, did you notice?" Jackson smiled kindly, but for some reason, both Andre and Mag felt a little chilled.
Mag claimed to have one-sixteenth of the Aran Heights barbarian blood, and was a villain whose fist of faith was only a little worse than the God of Faith in Truth.
"Does it take a young man with a lot of strength to pick mushrooms? The edge of the Black Forest is not dangerous, little girls and little boys are enough." Jackson shook his head.
Andre asked with courage: "But, Brother Jackson, what's so weird about a dirty and poor kid like him?"
There are three gates in Aalto, the busiest gate facing the Belen River and the Black Forest of Merze, and there are many merchants, civilians, mercenaries, and adventurers who come and go every day.
Jackson smiled: "The day before yesterday, the blacksmith Regg came to me, and he bought a good piece of metal from a young man, which is a copper that only those wealthy and high-ranking people can afford. Therefore, he is very curious about the origin of the copper and wants to see if we can control the source in our hands."
"Brother Jackson, you mean that the copper was sold by Lucian to Rege?" Mag's muscular brain directly connects the two, regardless of whether there is evidence or not.
Jackson nodded slightly: "He was very careful, Regg failed to track him, and the copper fragments were also dealt with, so I couldn't see the history, so it took me more than a day to find a little clue from the market area. He has made too many moves in the past few days, it is inevitable to leave an impression, some people see him always coming to the city gate area at this time, hehe, I didn't expect you to know him, this is great."
"Brother Jackson, what do we need to do?" Andre hurriedly asked Jackson for instructions.
Jackson pointed to the city gate: "Tell me his identity first, and then follow him quietly to see where he got those things.
"Yes, Brother Jackson." Mag rushed in front of Andre and replied, the flesh on his face shook and shook.
He hadn't taught others a lesson with his fists for more than ten days, and he became excited after a happy fight.
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Lucian was walking on the way to the Belen River with a linen bag, and he suddenly got a way to make money, but after the first half of the excitement, he had calmed down, thinking about how not to be discovered by others, at least until he had collected five silver nars, without being discovered.
"Although I pay more attention to many aspects, I have never had the experience of doing this kind of thing, and it is a different world that I am not very familiar with, so it is difficult to say if there will be anything missed, well, according to the plan, I will walk in the city gate area for another day tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow I will go out through the city gate in the Nolan area, and change to the city gate in the purple lily area in three days."
If you come out of the city gate area, Lucian will only take two hours to go back and forth even if he goes to the Meselle Black Forest to pick some mushrooms for cover, and from those two city gates, it will take at least three hours to go back and forth.
Lucian, who was thinking about things, suddenly vaguely felt like he was being followed.
"Who will follow me?" Lucian's heart was full of vigilance.
Ever since he was almost strangled to death by Gary in the sewers, Lucian found that he was mentally sensitive and had supernatural sensing abilities.
Not daring to be careless in the slightest, Lucian pretended to be indifferent, just passed a corner of the flat avenue, took advantage of the grass, trees, etc. to cover the view behind him, immediately ran wildly, and then suddenly rushed into the sparse woods, hiding behind a big tree, waiting for the follower to appear.
Lucian was very calm at this time, and he had to figure out who was following him, so that he could think of a way to deal with it later.
After a minute or two, two heavy footsteps sounded, pausing around the corner, and then stretched out his head to look at where Lucian was.
"Damn, that kid ran away!"
"Andre, you should have listened to me a long time ago, don't care where he goes, just arrest him, beat him severely, and you will know everything!"
The two of them didn't care about hiding, and the angry curse came into Lucian's ears.
Lucian was surprised that this voice was very familiar, but when Mag called out the name "Andre", he immediately came over: "Aaron gangster suspected me? So fast?"
In addition to doubts, Lucian didn't dwell too much on why it was discovered so quickly, because this is a world with many strange methods and means, he took a soft breath, planned to wait for the two of them to leave, then immediately go around to another city gate, go back to his home, take out the hidden silvernar and copperfell, find a place to hide for a few days, and then promise John to go to Sir Wayne's manor as a winemaking apprentice.
Andre and Mag argued on the spot for a minute, and when they saw that Lucian was indeed gone, they both became frustrated, Jackson was very ruthless, and if he messed up what he explained, I was afraid it wouldn't end well.
"Mag, haven't you always boasted that you have barbarian blood and can tell the taste in the wind?" Andre suddenly remembered something he had mentioned when Mag was bragging about it before.
Mag touched his bald head and said in a humming and hoarse voice: "I forgot for a while. And sometimes you can discern, sometimes you can't."
Lucian, who was not far away, heard the conversation between the two, and his vigilance came out again, he had only traveled over for a few days, and his methods and methods of doing things still lacked understanding of the world.
Mag raised his head slightly, inhaled deeply through his nose, and suddenly, he shouted excitedly: "I smell that damn boy!"
As he roared, he took a big stride and ran towards the big tree where Lucian was hiding, followed closely behind.
Lucian had already turned around and ran away when Mag called out, trying to get rid of the two of them by speed.
But who knows, although Mag is tall and strong, with muscles, he runs very fast, and the distance between him and Lucian is getting shorter and shorter.
The woods on this side of the Belen River were very sparse, and Lucian ran and ran, his eyes widened, and he could no longer rely on the trees and dodge Mag.
However, Lucian was not too panicked, compared to Gary, a high-ranking knight attendant, Mag's sense of oppression was much inferior, not to mention those densely packed and ferocious red-eyed rats.
"I can't run anymore, take advantage of Mag's catch-up and Andre still has a chance to knock Mag down first." Lucian quickly made a decision.
When Lucian was on high alert and ready to go, Mag's excited roar rang in Lucian's ears.
Lucian immediately made an emergency stop, his body was short, his head was buried, and his foot was kicked, and he crashed into Mag's arms.
Mag didn't expect Lucian to stop suddenly, rushed forward uncontrollably, and subconsciously swung a punch with his right hand, but was dodged by Lucian, who was already on guard, and could only swing it over his head.
As soon as Lucian hit Mag's arms, his clenched right fist hit Mag's soft abdomen hard, only causing Mag's stomach to roll, his throat was sour, and he screamed in pain.
But such a blow, for Mag, who had one-sixteenth barbarian blood, could not make him lose his combat effectiveness, and after two seconds of adaptation, his left hand had already hit down with an elbow.
But before he elbowed, Lucian's right leg was already bent, and his knee was pressed hard and accurately between Mag's legs.
"Whoa!!"
Mag, who was of mixed blood to the point where he couldn't see barbarian blood, let out a shrill and long scream, covering his lower body with his hands on his hands, rolling around on the ground, in great pain.
Andre, who had rushed nearby, saw this scene, and his crotch was cold for no reason, and he slowed down.
And Lucian didn't look at it, so he turned around and ran away, because Andre, who rushed over, was holding a cold dagger in his hand, and there was nothing nearby that could be used as a weapon, he didn't know how strong Andre was, and Mag might be able to regain his combat effectiveness after a while, after all, his body was too strong.
Andre chased after more than a dozen steps, and saw that the distance from Lucian was getting farther and farther, and Mag was still rolling and wailing behind him, and after hesitating for a while, he finally stopped.
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"If you don't have strength, you really don't feel safe in this world, even if you make a small fortune, you can't do it." The previous experience made Lucian can't help but sigh, something in his heart was about to move.
At this time, it was past nine o'clock in the morning, Lucian, who had returned to Alto from the gate of Nolan District, sneaked into his cabin in the slums, preparing to take out the money he had hidden, after all, Andre and Mag knew themselves and knew that they were introduced by Cohen, so the Aaron gangster probably had found out his details and residence, and he just hoped to get ahead of them, otherwise all his hard work would have been done in the past few days, and he had also provoked a gang of villains, hooligans, and scoundrels.
Lucian hid behind the outer wall of a house, secretly looking at his cabin, and saw that there was no one around.
As a neatly dressed, ordinary-looking man stretched out his finger, a young man with thick arms stood up and kicked Lucian's door hard, kicking the already tattered and shaky wooden door directly into the air.
(End of this chapter)