To be honest, when Gao Wen first thought about forming an intelligence network based on low- and middle-level people, the first thing he thought of was not the thugs, thieves and gangsters who were scattered in slums and alleys, but the mercenary friends who were acquainted with the Byron Knights.

Byron Knight became a monk halfway through. In his early years, he was once a well-known mercenary leader active in the southern region. He had a small team and a wide range of ways. Gao Wen knew that this was the opportunity for Byron Knight to swore allegiance to the Cecil family to be a major setback in his mercenary career. It is said that he lost all his subordinates in that setback and almost died. If it were not for the help of Viscount Cecil, his life would have been lost. Now he is no longer a mercenary, but has obtained aristocratic status with his personal strength and years of loyal service and become a knight, but none of his ways of the past had disappeared.

It would be better to say that it was precisely because a mercenary entered the circle of nobles by chance that the Byron Knight became more popular in the mercenary world. No one would refuse the opportunity to get a relationship with the nobles. Even if the decline of the noble family is a great financial supporter for mercenaries who are in urgent need of business.

Gao Wen used several operations in the southern border to borrow the mercenary channels of Byron Knights, including spreading news, recruiting refugees, and attracting business travelers. However, when building an intelligence network, Gao Wen finally chose to let Amber contact her "fox friends" back then.

He considered it from many aspects: first of all, mercenaries and slum gangsters can be said to be half a pound, and their loyalty is based on money. In comparison, the "loyalty" of gangsters is even cheaper; secondly, mercenaries are not as good as those "gutter rats", who are hanging at the bottom of society, and they need to be more intelligent and sharp-eyed to survive, and they are the source of intelligence for many mercenaries; finally, mercenaries have an unreliable point, that is, almost all the best among them have close ties with the nobles, and some senior mercenaries have even secretly become shadows and informants of some aristocrats in secret, in fact, they can become hawks secretly supported by the nobles themselves, and the slum gangsters... they cannot get to the eyes of the nobles, and they are all "independent bodies".

For Gao Wen, who needed to build a "clean" team, those gutter mice that would not belong to any force were obviously more in line with his requirements.

As for those people's abilities, discipline, obedience, loyalty and other issues, they can be slowly cultivated. Byron Knight is an obvious example. He used to be a mercenary leader who was lawless and wandered in the gray area, but now he is also an honest... Oh no, honest... Oh no, fairness... Haven't he also become a skilled funny guy?

Gao Wen did not know what Amber was like in the past. He was not a person who liked to inquire about other people's private affairs. He only knew that although this half-elf thief was not strong in combat, he was a complete shadow master. She had once scattered in the gutters and alleys led by the old Cecil, but she had never made any big noise except that she finally got into the ancestral grave of the Cecil family and was arrested on the spot. But three days ago, he chatted with Pitman for a while before he learned that Amber, who seemed to be just a funny person, had a life of disturbing the wind and rain.

In other words, before Cecil led a regular crime, she lived a life of committing crimes...

After learning this, he threw out the half-elf who was scattering his life in the territory every day, making trouble everywhere and having a very high appetite, and asked her to do some work as the lord guard.

In another town north of Tanzan, the "Black Whistle" tavern is brightly lit, and the gangsters, thieves, thieves and scammers are starting a new round of all-night drinks. Before the silver coins and copper coins they have cheated in their pockets were gone, their drinks were always day after day.

The owner of the tavern with an ugly scar on his face, "Scarface Anton", sat behind the bumpy bar counter, carelessly wiping the cup in his hand with a dirty rag, but his eyes swept around the villains and rogues who were drinking and shouting without any slack. He didn't mind anyone drinking and causing trouble in his tavern, or even smashing the things here when these people were fighting, but if someone drank and smashed the things but didn't pay the bill, he would mind very much.

The tavern was filled with an unpleasant smell, with inferior and cheap wine, moldy wood and corners of the wall, and sweat odor that had not taken a bath for a long time, making the environment here extremely harsh, but no one was willing to leave this place and it was at least warm, which was better than the ice and snow outside.

Two more drunk men started to make trouble and ripped each other into a ball. Anton signaled with his eyes, and immediately two strong men stepped forward and kicked the two drunk men who were making trouble, and then dragged them to the corner and let them make trouble by themselves.

This is the daily life of these gutter mice.

They are "rich families" in the slums, scum and reptiles in the eyes of nobles, intelligence dealers in the eyes of mercenaries, "bad men" in the eyes of obedient civilians. Most of them have some skills, such as half-bucket stealth skills, tricks of one or two-hand tricks, natural brute force, or just a flexible mind, and can fool people to death. With this skill, they can have some relationships with passing mercenaries or merchants, rely on cheating or betrayal of intelligence to survive.

But these people never accumulate money. Although every "business" they can earn more coins than the poor's half a year's income, they will always spend all of this money quickly, because they often deal with mercenaries and are not favored by the lords. They are very clear about one thing: life is impermanent, and they are enjoying it in time. They may not be sure when the mercenaries who bought your intelligence suffer losses outside and are deceived. When they come back, they will slash you with anger with one knife, even if your intelligence is true.

The lords will not protect them in this situation.

So they enjoyed it in time, in such cheap, dirty, taverns, no one wants to visit except for gutter mice, and every time they made a big day. If one day they found that there was one less drinker in the tavern and that person had not appeared in the town, they would laugh loudly and say loudly: "Shhhh another poor guy!"

Scarface Anton threw the cup in his hand under the bar. He counted the people in the tavern and turned his head to ask the guy beside him: "Why didn't the old lame man come?"

The guy shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't been here for two days. I heard that he was hacked to death."

Scar-faced Anton frowned, and his ugly facial features shook even more ugly, but before he could speak, a short figure in a cloak suddenly approached the bar, and several copper plates fell in front of him, and a low female voice came from under the cloak: "Rye."

When did this person appear?!

Scarface Anton's heart shook for a moment. He knew clearly every person who would come to this tavern, and he himself was a half-baked "stalker" who knew some shadow skills. However, the stranger in front of him appeared silently in front of the bar. He and his fellow mate had no idea how this person appeared!

But no matter how shocked he was, he still filled a glass of inferior rye with a glass of inferior rye. When he handed the glass over, he secretly looked under his hood, but found that there was only a cloud of unfolded shadows inside.

Pretend to be a ghost.

Anton raised his vigilance and quietly signaled the guy to confirm the movement outside the door, but as soon as the guy stepped, the man in the cloak spit out all the ale he drank. The noise was so big, as if he was afraid that people would not notice it. After spitting out the wine, she smashed the cup on the bar: "You used to be mixed with wine, but now you have started mixing wine in the water, right?! Believe it or not, I smashed your place!"

The people in the tavern looked like they were drinking and making noises, but everyone was aware of the ears and eyes. In an instant, almost everyone noticed the movements next to the bar, and they were familiar with the "rules" and immediately realized that someone was coming to make trouble.

The next thing happened instantly: almost all the people near the bar hid far away like teleportation, everyone picked up their cups and food and found the best place to watch the show. The scammers began to open gambling on the nearby table, while the thieves seized the time to find who could start the action.

Anton slowly threw the rag and cup in his hand aside, moved his strong shoulders slightly, but instead felt relieved: It would be much easier to deal with just a person who was here to smash the ground.

Fist will teach such a lifeless guy how to be a human being.

The short figure in a cloak in front of him raised his hand and pulled down the hood that had originally covered his face, revealing a half-elf-face.

Anton looked at this face and raised his arms to swell the muscles in his chest. An ugly smile appeared on his scarred face: "Sister's head, I'll show you a big stone with a broken chest, do you look at it..."

The person who was about to watch the fun in the tavern: "..."

Amber glared at the ugly bald man: "...Damn why are you more shameless than before?!"

"After illuminating the muscles, I realized how the other party could not defeat and should admit defeat to look less embarrassed. You told us this specifically," Anton's smile became brighter or more ugly. "Sister! It's really you! Where have you been in the past?!"

The people in the tavern seemed to finally react from the daze, and the whispers began to sound from all directions. Some of them obviously recognized who the person standing in front of the bar. Some of them were astonished, some were surprised, and some were awe, but without exception, they quickly became excited, while the rest were obviously confused. They began to pull the person next to them and asked in a low voice, asking what was going on with the sudden appearance of the half-elves. These people were mostly newcomers who had only been active here in the past two years.

Amber's pointed ears shook, and she turned her head and looked at it with a smile: "There are many newcomers, and almost half of them don't know me anymore."

Anton whispered beside him: "You have been away from here for several years..."
Chapter completed!