Bobcat, this person''s matter Lothar later went to various parties to inquire about some. One of the biggest contributors is his brother, who is old Jimmy, the boss of the food shop. This sounds unreasonable, because how can the elder brother tell the information of his brother to outsiders so actively? Unless, the information doesn''t affect Bobcats at all. People in this world probably don''t like to be known too much about their own affairs. As for how to calculate too much and how to calculate too much, the boundary varies from person to person. But some people in this world don''t care about their own affairs. Even if they know everything they have done from childhood to adulthood, it doesn''t matter. SM is such a person. Only such a person can become a qualified broker and a businessman without weakness. Unfortunately, what SM sells is intelligence, information about people and things.


    "Before you start, based on my experience, I need to give you some advice. This will help us to do business faster. On the other hand, it will give you a wake-up call. Don''t be as stupid as those people with silver skeletons last time Said the bobcat, rubbing her fingers on the glass. From his mention of the Silver Skull, he should have gradually recalled the scene of his last meeting with Lothar. "The first point is that I only sell what I know, and I don''t talk about speculation and conjecture. And in all I know, I only sell results. I don''t think it''s the cause or the course of it. So you don''t have to ask me about witches or the relationships on the ship. If you want to know, you''d better ask the bards. "


    "The second thing is, don''t think too much of me. My limitation is not to say that I really know the secrets and personal information of witches, but the boundaries I have set to ensure my own safety. In fact, I don''t know most of the things beyond the boundaries. What I can sell as commodities is very few. What about? If you''re disappointed, it''s still time to go. Otherwise, I''ll order a second The skinny man was smiling, as if driving Rosa away.


    Of course, the count did not mean to leave. When it comes to intelligence dealers, Lothar is not the first time to see him. As early as he was leading the army in Cangshi, he always attached great importance to the collection of intelligence. He had seen at least two figures of intelligence dealers, large and small. Naturally, some of them just make up their numbers, and even some spies sent by the enemy spread false news. Over time, Lothar himself had a set of criteria to identify whether the intelligence sources were credible. Based on this set of standards, he was quite satisfied with the "professional level" of Bobcats at this time.


    "Of course, as long as you don''t get drunk after a second drink." Rosa shrugged. "But I''m not making a deal with you for questioning."


    "Oh?" The bobcat was about to raise her hand and ask the waitress to have another glass of ale. When she heard this, she put her hand back. "Then you have to tell me what you want to do. I''m afraid it''s beyond my ability."


    "No, it won''t. what I want you to do must be something you can do." The count leaned forward and said, "I want you to play with me."


    "I don''t know how to play. You have to find those actors, but who will come here?" Bobcat slumped back in his chair, hiding his upper face in the shadow.


    "Don''t be in a hurry to refuse. Listen to me and tell you something before you make a decision." Said Lothar. In fact, his original intention is to let SM introduce a candidate who can act as an agent to buy fioni. But in a few words, the count suddenly found that Bobcat''s identity as an intelligence dealer made him more suitable for the task than anyone else. Everyone will know that Bobcats were ordered to buy sirens, but everyone will also know that it is not easy to get information about his employer in the mouth of a well-known intelligence dealer.


    "Kuang Dang" glass fell on the table, which was the third empty glass in front of SM. The man reached for a piece of dried meat and put it in his mouth. His eyes were half closed and he seemed to be drunk. To the count''s eyes, the fellow was still sober, and the movement of his upper body as if he were drunk was just a kind of relaxing and defensive performance.


    "Burp!" The intelligence dealer burps his wine and squeezes his mouth. "Tarantula, right? I can''t do what you said. It''s even easy. As long as you give me enough money, I''m more or less friendly with that man who sells people. However, although this question may touch the red line, I still have to ask, you know, normally we don''t ask so much. But this is not normal. " With that, the man pointed his finger at Lothar. "You have to tell me who you''re with."


    "Is that important?" The count said solemnly that he heard something wrong from the bobcat question, because the question of who to work with showed that there were at least two opposing forces. This is not the state of a single captain. It is more like saying that there is some faction in the lost heart Bay.


    "Hey, it doesn''t matter to tell you. If you asked this question before the tsunami, I would say it''s not important at all. Because at that time, only one kind of bird, crow, would come to lost heart Bay. But now the situation is different. Although there is no evidence, seagulls can be seen on the wharf, and even some of the more ancient birds can be seen. So I must ask you what kind of bird is hovering over your head. And based on your answer, I can say whether I am willing to make this deal or not. " Bobcat grinned and circled in the air with the index finger of his right hand.Lothar was silent for a moment. He understood the other party''s meaning, but some contents were not sure. But after weighing it for a moment, he said, "I only have the sun on top of my head, and there are no birds. The sun, on the other hand, will not take part in the disputes of birds. "


    "The sun? I don''t think so. " The intelligence dealer shook his head and pointed to the uncovered clavicle of Lothar''s collar, which had indistinct tattoos similar to tattoos. "There is a legend on the black arrow about a guy who has the rope of the sea god but has not died. So, it''s not the sun above you, it''s the storm. Storms can kill all seabirds


    The count''s face turned ugly, while Bobcat burst out laughing and patted the table with a mischievous expression, "you should have seen the expression on your face now. Don''t worry. I just told a joke. I took the list. Meet here at noon tomorrow


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