"Alright." The limp man seemed to confirm that Brand really wouldn’t trouble him anymore before continuing, "What kind of business do you want to do, Brand?"
"I urgently need money. I want to sell some good stuff," Brand glanced at the limp man, thinking that dealing with this kind of person who bullies the weak and fears the strong, just as Reto said, required a show of strength first: "Of course, don’t even think about using your old tricks on me again. I’m not the same Brand as before."
The limp man indeed shrank his neck.
"Don’t worry, I won’t pursue what I gave you before. But if you play any tricks this time, it won’t be so easy." The young man tossed a money bag at the limp man’s feet, "I just need you to introduce me, and the reward will be the same as before. In addition, I have two other things I need you to help with."
"Say it, say it." The limp man hurriedly replied.
"The first thing, help me find a person. A woman, about thirty years old, with very rare purple hair and eyes in this area. Within a week, if you have any news of her, come to the ’Ragonbun’ market to find me immediately."
The limp man hurriedly nodded, thought about it, but then shook his head as if he hadn’t seen such a person before.
Brand didn’t expect him to have any news immediately, so he continued, "The second thing, I’m looking for another person—there used to be a minor noble in this area named Borg Neson. You are the most famous mobster in Brags, you should know about such a fallen noble, right?"
The limp man hesitated for a moment before answering, "Brand, I think I’ve heard that name, but he disappeared several years ago."
"It doesn’t matter, I’m looking for his wife."
"That’s right. His wife and his daughter, where do they live?"
"His wife passed away two years ago. I do know about his daughter, she lives not far from here. Brand, is this person your relative?" the limp man couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity.
To his surprise, this question brought the Elf Sword flashing in front of him, and the limp man shrank back, while Brand took the opportunity to sheathe the sword, looked at him, and said, "You want to know?"
"No, Brand, it’s unnecessary. I’ll tell you how to get there—" the limp man immediately shook his head.
(PS. The following is an original post by someone in LK.
[Sometimes they have a stomachache, sometimes a cold, sometimes they go out to eat, sometimes they haven’t eaten for two days. Sometimes a headache, sometimes a stomachache... Sometimes they run away from home and rent a place to live,
sometimes the family helps manage... Everyone has intelligence, your readers are not kindergarten children... Every time there’s a delayed update, there’s always a reason, and the reason is basically ridiculous.
It doesn’t even match up... Lies are an art. Practice more.]
Reading this post made me nauseous. To think that in some people’s eyes, my daily struggle with excruciating stomach pain while still insisting on writing became a lie! Even writing despite my Internet being disconnected was called a lie!
Damn, if I were really making excuses to slack off, I’d actually need to be slacking to count. Everyone, calculate how many words Hu Po has updated since going VIP. Not counting today’s update, it’s 365,000 words, excluding the 240,000 words of the public edition, totaling 120,000 words in 15 days as of the 15th. An average of 8,000 words a day.
This is called slacking? Hu Po writes diligently. Many people can tell it’s not just filler like much other writing.
Watching my efforts and pain being devalued by some brain-dead person, my hard work ignored, my suffering called lies, it’s really killing me.
Thankfully, such brain-dead individuals are a minority, and there are still more friends silently supporting me.
Thank you all, you are my motivation to keep writing.
Special thanks to Wa and Xue for supporting and defending me in that post. You’ve slapped those trolls in the face with hard evidence, how satisfying.
Sincerely hope some trolls leave this book, as it’s bothering you, please have some self-respect. During this festive season, don’t be like me, suffering from such terrible bloating that I can’t even sleep. (To be continued, to know what happens next, please visit www.qidian.com, more Chapters, support the author, support legitimate reading!)