Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - 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.”

“I heard and saw it.”

Even if we can promote the safety of Sicmel himself, it won’t work if the informants keep dying. It is also a professional idea worthy of an industry official.

“Still, this information is not that expensive compared to its importance. There are cases where it soars like crazy when there is a request from the royal family or an adventurer’s guild, but at least in my judgment, they have no ties.”

For those who can benefit, there is no justification for the information they just picked up from somewhere, and there is no benefit to others.

“It’s good for me. First of all, it should be close to the capital. And it should be moving as secretly as possible. It should be illegal. Is there anything that meets this condition?”

“There are… but they are related to the slave traders.”

what? slaver? what bullshit is this?

“No, it’s near the capital? A slave trader? Did the slave trade become legal without me knowing?”

“Ah, that’s because the slave trade in Korea and the enslavement of its own people are illegal, but I don’t deny the existence of slaves purchased from abroad. He is doing his job professionally. Judging from the fact that the family started to grow in earnest about three years ago, it seems that he was aiming for a gap where the management of the royal family was neglected as the war prolonged.”

Wow really fucking amazing Well, continuing a war for 7 years isn’t easy, though.

As a modern socialite living in the 21st century, I can’t stand it.

I’ll have to let you taste the wrath of a former stockbroker.

“But would you mind? They’re the ones who have connections with the nobility.”

While I was sharpening the blade of rage in my heart, Zicmel looked at me and started talking. And that reaction is also a very common sense reaction.

Even if he was a traitor, no one would give him money, and basically his opponent was a nobleman.

If you rob the secretly raised troops, only their pockets will come out, and if you rob the slave market, only the pockets of the guards there or the mercenaries hired by slave traders will come out.

The former is that all property of the traitors must be returned to the national treasury, and the latter is because the assets of illegal slave traders must be returned to the remaining slaves as reparations. Of course, you can secretly take care of it to some extent, but considering the scale, it can’t be a surplus business.

Of course, it’s not easy on such a subject. Like those who do illegal things, they spend a lot of money on expenses.

Of course, that’s not what I know now.

“What do you know? It’s related to Envelde? Then you’ll have to fuck me.”

It’s not to my liking to gnaw from below, but since I can’t touch Envelde, I’m not in a position to cover myself with cold or hot water.

You’re saying that leaving them alone will benefit Envelde, right? You can never leave that look.

“What the hell did you get involved with… No. I don’t think it would do anything good if I found out.”

“Seeing you gather information, you’ll find out everything later anyway.”

Because the bloody wind will blow

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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!