Chapter 745 Investigation of Clues
Cori Peng.
There are usually not many customers in the tavern during the day, so the tavern often regards the daytime as a rest time. When Mo Cheng and Margaret walked into the tavern, there was only one waiter inside who was cleaning up the garbage left by the guests the night before and arranging the messy tables and chairs in order.
Although these tables and chairs will experience chaos again in the evening and some of them may have to be scrapped, this is the waiter's job.
"I'm sorry, sir. We are closed in the morning." The waiter pointed to the mess around, which was the result of the guests' revelry the night before. "And we still need to replenish supplies. Even if we open now, we don't have wine and food."
The waiter glanced at the counter and said, "Oh, I can sell you two glasses of juice, but they're for overnight use."
This proposal was obviously rejected. Mo Cheng didn't want to drink overnight juice, nor did he want to think about whether it was juice or juice-flavored wine.
At least Mo Cheng saw that there were several empty wine bottles stuck above the bottle of juice.
"We're not here to drink." Mo Cheng looked around the tavern and didn't see any trace of other people, but Wendisa told him that he could find a contact here.
"If you're not here to drink, then you're here to look for someone. And you're here at this time, which means you're in a hurry." The waiter put down the broom and rag in his hands, walked behind the counter, and leaned his hands on the counter. "I'm the bartender here, Dunbar. How can I help you?"
Mo Cheng didn't say anything, but took out a few gold coins and put them on the counter. These were the funds that Mo Cheng had specially obtained from the Laurenfrost family before leaving the front line.
Even though he was once a monk who had taken the [Pledge of Poverty], he still knew that if he wanted to obtain information from others, he had to either give benefits or use threats.
The threat of force is enough, and the interests must naturally follow.
"Sawyer Donald often comes here to drink. Do you have any impression of him?"
A few shining gold coins made the bartender's hand reach out involuntarily and grab those gold coins. Mo Cheng had no intention of stopping him.
After all, he knew very well that if the other party took the money and did not provide useful information, then he would have to choose between [painful death] and [difficult to die].
"Sawyer? The guy who only knows two stories and sings terribly, what do you want with him?"
Mo Cheng did not answer the bartender's question, but just looked at him with a smile.
The bartender immediately reacted. Bartenders in pubs usually have a part-time job selling intelligence, and the most important thing about this job is to never ask the customer what he wants the information for.
He only needs to pay the money and get the information in one hand, and he should not ask about anything else. Even if the customer plans to hang Sawyer from a tree, it is none of his business.
From the perspective of the intelligence dealer, this question is enough to arouse the client's murderous intention and take action.
The bartender, realizing his mistake, immediately told Mo Cheng the information that interested him.
"He drank a lot last night and got into a fight with someone. His head was broken. He should be inside his house now. Follow the road outside to the end. The one with a big hole in the roof is Sawyer's house."
After coming out of the tavern, the two went straight to Sawyer's house and soon saw the house with a big hole in the roof. It looked shabby from the outside. The big hole in the roof also ensured that this place would be cold in winter and hot in summer. When it rained, the rain inside the house might be heavier than outside.
It is no exaggeration to say that this house is a dangerous building, but even though it is such a dangerous building, the door is actually locked.
The big hole in the roof alone is enough to make any padlock a decorative feature.
"Boom, boom, boom."
"Boom, boom, boom."
She knocked on the door, but there was no response. Margaret frowned and asked, "Is he not home?"
"He must be drunk." Mo Cheng could hear snoring in the room. Combined with what the bartender said, the person inside was probably still hungover.
Mo Cheng was too lazy to wait outside the door. He didn't have much time, so he just used his fingers to pull the padlock off.
As expected, there was a strange smell when I entered the house. I didn't know if it was because no one had cleaned it up for a long time, or because someone vomited all over the floor while drunk, or both.
There was no bed in the room. A man was curled up in the corner, hugging a bench and sleeping. His messy hair and beard covered his entire face, and his clothes were so dirty and tattered that it was impossible to tell the color and style.
This is more of a beggar than a bard.
Judging from the way he was snoring, it seemed that he was not that easy to wake up.
Mo Cheng sighed. He had some doubts as to whether the information given by Wendisa was correct, but since he was already here, he couldn't just leave without asking any questions.
With a slight flick of his finger, the [Ice Element] condensed out of thin air. With the appearance of the [Ice Element], the temperature in the room dropped rapidly, and frost began to condense on the ground.
The rapidly dropping temperature woke Sawyer up from the cold.
"Is it winter yet?"
"I remember the weather just started to get hot yesterday." Sawyer scratched his head and looked around the house, then saw two uninvited guests in his home. "Well, if you find anything valuable here, can you give me some?"
It is obvious that the owner of the house has a considerable degree of awareness of his own poverty.
"If you can't find anything valuable, please help me put it away before you leave..."
Before he could finish his words, a series of tinkling sounds interrupted him. Mo Cheng took out a handful of gold coins and opened his hand, letting the golden little things fall vertically to the ground, making a sound that could not be more pleasant to the ear.
"We were introduced by Wendy Sha. We need to ask you some questions. This is the fee for your advice."
As he spoke, Mo Cheng took out a bulging purse. The rope at the mouth of the purse was not tied tightly, so one could easily see the golden color inside through the mouth of the purse.
"If you can get a satisfactory answer, it's yours."
He didn't ask the other party whether he was willing or not, because judging from Sawyer's expression, there was no need to ask such a question.
"I have a story here, and I want to know where it comes from."
As he spoke, Mo Cheng was about to retell the story about [King Dom], but just after he opened his mouth to say a few words, Sawyer's eyes became stern, and he raised his hand to stop Mo Cheng from continuing.
"Wait a minute, I roughly know what the story you're telling is about."
Sawyer looked around cautiously, as if there were pairs of invisible ears and eyes staring at them behind the holes under the bricks.
He knew what this story represented, and he also knew what he would face after telling the story.
But he looked at the gold coins at his feet and the big bag of gold, and swallowed hard.
Done!
