Hamis cut off a piece of mutton with a knife and ate it with honey.


    Denison stood aside. He had already explained his intention. The new sheriff wanted to invite hamis to lunch, but hamis didn''t lift his head and just ate mutton.


    He has been a thief in Wangdu for more than 40 years and has become the guild leader in the south of the city. Hamis not only has different ideas and courage from ordinary people, but also has contacts that ordinary people can''t reach.


    Through theft, robbery, fraud, extortion and other shady activities, hamis can get more than 10000 gold coins a year, which is equivalent to the tax in the south of the city. But unlike taxes, the money was not sent to the king''s Treasury, but directly to some people''s pockets.


    These people are mainly large and small officials in the south of the city, including senior officials such as the finance minister, the grand magistrate and the grand inspector. It is said that even the government minister has received the benefits of hamis. He does have the capital to despise the sheriff.


    After eating a lamb chop, hamis wiped his mouth and said, "Lord sheriff, invite me to lunch? I''m afraid it''s not appropriate. I''m just a civilian, or a civilian with a bad reputation."


    "We adults like to make friends and never care about our origin," donison said with a smile


    "Since adults don''t care about origin, why don''t you come to me in person?"


    "This, this can be some..." dunison was embarrassed to say something. He knew that hamis was very powerful, but he didn''t expect him to be so arrogant.


    "Please tell the sheriff that I''m a little busy these days. I''ll visit him later. In addition, please hand over a gift for me."


    He moved his fingers at the middle-aged man around him. The middle-aged man understood, counted out 30 gold coins and gave them to Denison: "this is for the sheriff, not only today, but every month in the future."


    Denison looked at the gold coins in his hand, clenched his fist, turned and left hamis''s house.


    Hamis moved his finger again and the middle-aged man poured him a glass of wine. The middle-aged man''s name is bigda. He looks like a servant before and after. In fact, he is the No. 2 person in the guild.


    He and hamis grew up together and started as thieves together. They spent most of their lives fighting to become the overlord in the south of the city, but hamis was too overbearing and occupied almost all power, which made bigda look like a servant.


    Seeing that hamis was in a good mood, bigda pulled up a chair and sat next to him. He asked tentatively, "is it too much to treat the sheriff like this?"


    "Which Sheriff are you talking about? New or old?"


    "The new Viscount munchke, of course."


    Hamis smiled, "it''s a little too much, but I can only do this to him. The former sheriff is still watching us."


    "But now munchke is the sheriff."


    "So what? So what? Horam is the nephew of the general. What''s kretsch munchke?"


    "It is rumored that he has some relationship with the Marquis of munchke..."


    "Don''t forget that this is the king''s capital, not the Marquis''s territory. Even if he is the real son of Marquis munchke, when he comes to the king''s capital, he has to listen to the words of the senior general."


    "But I heard that the general also likes kretsch..."


    This time, hamis was a little unhappy. He put down his glass and squinted at bigda: "you know? Sometimes I really don''t want to talk to you. I don''t want to tell you a word. When I was young, you were more stupid than others. At this age, you still haven''t made any progress. Think about it. Why did the senior general call a hick to Wangdu?"


    Bigda carefully replied, "because he killed the bandit..."


    "Do you want to say that he is good at fighting? Do you think there is a shortage of people who can fight around the senior general? There are so many things in the south of the city that the senior general doesn''t want his nephew involved, so he found a scapegoat. When things pass, the scapegoat will either die or continue to be a hick. Do you want to make friends with this scapegoat?"


    Bigda dared not speak any more. Hamis pulled off his napkin and threw it on bigda: "Munchke is looking for a money bag for heram. This is why heram is deliberately making trouble for munchke. This is why munchke invited me to dinner. Tell our people that munchke may also catch them as scapegoats. Let them be careful these two days. If anyone is caught, even if he is killed, he can''t admit it, otherwise not only he will die, but also his family will die!"


    ……


    Late at night, bigda lingered at the door of hamis. He always felt that Craig munchke would not give up. That was the man who killed the thief Harlem, and that was the man who could come back from the dead with his throat cut. He wanted to remind hamis to be careful, but the bodyguard at the door said that hamis was asleep.


    Did you really fall asleep? Bigda was unwilling and waited at the door for a long time. Only a waiter came in with two beautiful girls.


    Hamis didn''t sleep, just didn''t want to see him. Bigda sighed and left hamis''s house.


    Not far from the gate, he suddenly smelled a smell of blood. As a believer of the war queen Enio, he was very sensitive to the smell of blood.


    After chasing the bloody smell for a moment, bigda found a body.


    It''s hamis''s nephew. The young man is very smart and likes hamis very much. His body is leaning under the tree and his head is in the grass. Although his head is different, the expression on his head is very peaceful, which proves that he didn''t know what happened before he died.


    Bigda''s heart hung. The young man was often with bigda''s son and hamis''s son. People often called them three headed snakes in the south of the city.


    Will they be together tonight?


    Bigda continued to search along the bloody smell, and soon saw another body, the son of hamis. Like the previous body, his head was neatly cut off without any pain on his face.


    Bigda trembled. He seemed to hear some voices. He wanted to call someone over at once, but there was humanity in his ear: "keep quiet, your son is still alive."


    Bigda looked up and saw the wine merchant chuyt squatting on the branch.


    "Come with me, come with me to save your son."


    Bigda followed chuyt into a house deep in the alley. In the yard of the house, he saw his son. He was gagged and tied to a stake. A teenager was sitting next to him, trimming his nails.


    Chuyt came forward and said, "Sir, he is bigda, the second leader of the thief gang."


    "Number two? What an awkward position," Manda shook her head. "Do you want to be number one?"


    Bigda didn''t hear what Manda said. He knelt on the ground and cried out in pain: "Sir, I beg you to let my son go."


    "I also want to let him go, but I can''t find a suitable reason. The three men bullied a poor girl and ruined her like an adult. Shouldn''t they be killed?"


    "I beg you, please!" bigda kept crying, putting his head on the ground.


    Manda seemed soft hearted: "well, young people are inevitably a little naughty. Besides, this is a business, and they also gave money. Well, I want to see hamis, but his house is full of traps. Can you find a way to send me in?"