Chapter 129: Rewards and Punishments


    Trantor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio


    "This is a patrol." ck Eleven pointed at the highly-guarded yard. "White Mountain City has over seven hundred patrolmen in six teams. They take turns to patrol. They are not that great, but usually people do not want to cause trouble with them because they might end up on the wanted list of the mercenary union."


    "Do Band of Brother and Storm mercenary groups have any connection with the patrol?" Anfey asked casually.


    "I am not sure. We have run business here for decades, but still have no ess to their top secrets." ck Eleven smiled. "Let’s hurry up. Staying here too long would look suspicious."


    A middle-aged man rushed into the patrol station, crying and screaming. A few patrolmen at the door stopped him and violently threw him back out on the street.


    "God..." the man screamed at the top of his lungs, sitting on the street. "Why can’t anyone carry out justice for me? Why? Bastards, you are all bastards."


    "What happened?" Anfey asked.


    "A dispute. Are you interested in it?" ck Eleven asked.


    "We have nothing to do right now anyway." Anfey shrugged.


    "Anfey, if you do not have anything to do right now, why don’t you..." ck Eleven suggested.


    "I do not want to repeat it again." Anfey’s expression hardened. "Suzanna told me that both of us would not be a match for even five griffin riders. I don’t want to die for nothing."


    "Anfey, maybe we can use some tactics. With your intelligence..." ck Eleven said.


    "When we have a huge difference in abilities, tactics would only make it look ridiculous. No matter how smart the chicken is, it could not kill a manticore. I think you understand it as well," Anfey said.


    ck Eleven was quiet for a while and heaved a sigh. He lifted the curtain and said something to the wagon driver. The wagon driver stopped the wagon and ran into the crowd, which was watching the guy screaming on the street.


    After a while, the wagon driver came back. What happened to that guy was notplicated. His son was with a merchant caravan on the way back to the White Mountain City. He went to pee in the wild. Suddenly, a startled three-eyed magic cow ran towards him. To dodge the three-eyed magic cow, he rolled away. He identally rolled into a 7-foot deep crack, where he found a ck box made of Magic Concealing Crystals. There were five top magic crystals in the ck box.


    He was super lucky to find that ck box. With his sry, even if he had worked over five hundred years without paying for food and shelter, he would not be able to afford those five top magic crystals. One day, he was drunk and told people the secret about the ck box.


    Since then his luck had turned into misfortune. A rather popr guy in the Cloud Chamber of Commerce overheard him tell about his secrets and reported back to Anga, the chairman of the Cloud Chamber of Commerce. The next morning, the son of that man was taken away by the people from Cloud Chamber of Commerce. They also searched for the ck box and took it as well.


    That man came to the patrol station several times to appeal, but Anga had alreadye to report that he had lost five top magic crystals in a ck box made of Magic Concealing Crystals. The key was that Anga could name all the design details about the ck box, even some ws in it, while the man and his son were not so sure about the design details, sometimes even describing them incorrectly when the patrol asked them questions about the ck box. In the end, the patrol decided that the magic crystals and ck box belonged to Anga and sent the man and his son to the jail.


    After hearing this, ck Eleven sneered, "Anga is setting people up again."


    "Why are you saying that? Maybe that guy just pulled it off," Anfey said.


    "You do not know about Anga. If that man and his son had not been pushed to the corner, regr people might dare to have any dispute with Anga," ck Eleven said.


    "What about him?" Anfey asked.


    "Anga has two good daughters. They each married an important person in Storm mercenary group. It’s said that Cloud Chamber of Commerce received a lot of support from Strom mercenary group." ck Eleven showed disdain on his face. "If this had happened in a peaceful time, the patrol might take some time to look into it, but it is such a sensitive time now. The rules in the Country of Mercenaries had been changed by Mourtta. No one knows which direction things will go, but they know it is never smart to cause trouble for powerful Storm mercenary group. Therefore, the patrol made a judgement without looking into it," ck Eleven answered.


    "I feel you are a little cynical. Being cynical will not do you any good," Anfey said casually.


    ck Elven smiled bitterly. "You have no idea what he has done. I own five hotels, two fabric stores, two cksmith shops, and some other businesses. I have been ckmailed by him several times. I really do not like him. In fact, Cloud Chamber of Commerce are doing great, plus Storm mercenary group referred a few capable people to them to take care of their management. Anga did not have to do much to make a decent amount of money. He could just sit at home, counting how much money he makes everyday, but he rather set others up for little things. It was hard to understand what he was thinking."


    "Money would not bite your hands no matter how much you make." Anfey lifted up the curtain and nced at the crying man. "Let’s change the topic. It has nothing to do with you and me."


    "What should we talk about? How about Honna?" ck Eleven took a deep breath. He did notice himself being a little overexcited about it, but it was not all his fault. He hated Anga so much that he would have used all his resources to take revenge on him. However, he did not want to cause any unnecessary trouble because he had so much responsibility on his shoulders.


    "Honna?" Anfey asked.


    "The woman you asked me to investigate." ck Eleven smiled. "She is a social butterfly in White Mountain City, and also a bright flower in bed. Many people have been in her bed, and she also has slept in many others’ beds."


    "Have you been to bed with her?" Anfey asked.


    "No." ck Eleven could not help staring at Anfey. "What are you thinking about?"


    "You sounded like you know her well. I thought maybe you have been her temporary husband," Anfey said.


    "I am not interested in her." ck Eleven’s mouth twitched. "How about you?"


    "What about me?" Anfey asked.


    "You asked me to conduct a secret investigation on her. It seems that you are interested in her," ck Eleven said.


    "What if I am interested in her? Are you jealous of me?" Anfey asked.


    "How did I get to know someone like you?" ck Eleven had nothing more toment on with Anfey.


    "Let’s keep walking and see how long the people behind us will follow us," Anfey said slowly.


    ck Eleven tapped lightly on the wagon as the wagon rocked a little bit. He hesitated a bit before he whispered to Anfey, "Anfey, we need have a heart-to-heart talk."


    "Go ahead. I am listening." Anfey nodded.


    "Do you still remember ck Ghost? Did you kill him?" ck Eleven asked.


    Anfey was startled for a second, smiled and said, "Yes, why are you suddenly asking me about it?"


    "Thank you for your honesty." ck Eleven heaved a sigh of relief. "In fact, the king has suspected it was you for a long time."


    "Oh?" Anfey said.


    "It was pretty simple in fact. Saul and Ernest did not kill him. We have sent out secret agents to investigate everyone in the Rose Home Hotel that day, including the owner and staff. None of them could pose any threat to ck Ghost. After giving it a lot of thought, we noticed we had missed one person in the hotel. It was you," ck Eleven said.


    Anfey did not respond. He just quietly listened to ck Eleven.


    "Evil Mist was investigating you as we did the investigation on you. I do not know why they are so interested in you," ck Eleven said.


    "Evil Mist?" Anfey frowned.


    "Evil Mist is a very mysterious and powerful organization. ck Ghost was their assassin," ck Eleven said.


    "Did the king ask you to tell me this?" Anfey asked.


    "Yes, the king asked you to be careful of Evil Mist," ck Eleven said, nodding. "The king said he would keep your secrets and would not let anyone know. However, you cannot keep doing this. The king hoped you couldmunicate with Master Saul to avoid any misunderstandingter on."


    "I know." Anfey smiled. He knew what he had done in ckwater City had gained the trust of Ynthe, and that was why the king sent ck Eleven to tell Anfey these things.


    First of all, Ynthe had hinted to Anfey that he was not a king that Anfey should fool around with. Ynthe had suspected him before Anfey noticed it. Second, he warned Anfey to be careful of Evil Mist because he received some information that Anfey would potentially have a confrontation at the Evil Mist station in White Mountain City. He warned Anfey to show his concern for Anfey.


    Anfey had not run away on his own when things happened. Instead, he brought Saul’s family along. Ynthe may not know everything that had happened on the way, but he must know everything that happened in ckwater City. Anfey and Suzanna had taken on all the dangerous missions and kept everyone else in safe ces. Smart people could understand Anfey’s concerns and his bonds with Saul and everyone in his legion.


    Anfey knew the rtionship with Saul had not been long, but they had definitely connected. When Ynthe talked about the issues with Saul, Anfey could analyze what he said in two ways. One was that Ynthe hoped to continue to have a good rtionship with Saul and avoid any possible misunderstanding. The other one was that Ynthe was trying to control Anfey with this invisible bond with Saul. This bond was a way to have both parties build their trust. Actually it was a way for Anfey to gain Ynthe’s trust, since there was a huge difference in their positions. Ynthe could decide Anfey’s fate with the blink of an eye.


    "The people behind us are still following us. Where are we heading to?" ck Eleven suddenly asked.


    "Is there any joyhouse?" Anfey smiled. He did not look stressed and nervous at all.


    "There are many hookers. But what is a joyhouse? A ce with hookers?" ck Eleven asked a weird question.


    "Yes, don’t you have joyhouses?" Anfey asked.


    "It is interesting where you are from. Let’s go to a bar. No, let’s go to a hotel. Most of the waitresses are hookers there."