Chapter 8 Regardless of Tamsalu

The city of Tamsalu is the western city of the Duchy of Narval. It is the place where His Majesty the King of Estonia once hunted. The city is about 61 kilometers away from Mustave, and 61 kilometers away from Prangeli, a small island on the northern coast.

On the third day after escaping from Songye Village, the three cheaps arrived in Tamsalu.

The reason why the three of them chose Tamsalu is that, in addition to the reason why the tauren Norton had been here before, the most important thing is that Tamsalu is a marginal city. Yes, this is a very chaotic and complicated place.

Opportunities and dangers coexist, which can best reflect the characteristics of the city of Tamsalu.

The city is not small, but the Duke of Narval is not very willing to take over the city. To govern the public security of the city alone, at least 2,000 to 5,000 troops will be invested, which is simply a piece of meat from the Duke. You should know that ordinary cities can have a security force of up to 1,500 people, but this also reflects the bad situation in Tamsalu.

But if no one comes here just because of the poor security, it's a big mistake.

On the contrary, because most of the runners will flee here. It is very close to the north coast, only 60 kilometers away, and you can take the sea road at any time. And neither the Kingdom of Estonia nor the Principality of Narval is very coercive to this city.

So, strictly speaking, Tamsalu is more like an independent city-state, although it honestly pays a certain amount of tax to the Duke of Narval every year.

"I haven't been here for a while." Shahili tightened his skin, took out a bronze helmet from nowhere, and then put it on his head, which looked a little heroic.

Norton sneered, "It looks like a toilet set on a pig's head."

"You'd better close your beak and straighten your stupid head."

Sahili's mouth must be much more damaged than the taurman.

Boss Ma wrapped the big sniper in cloth outside Tamsalu and asked, "I said, now we have to find some work to do. Those damn gold coins are all spent by us in Mustave's pub. Um... I'll count."

"Six gold coins and sixteen copper coins, no silver coins." Ma Hu spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders and said, "How much is the tariff to enter the city?"

"Ten copper plates." The tauren grinned, and then touched it from his arms. Suddenly, his face changed and he said to Boss Ma awkwardly, "Tiger, can you lend me two copper coins?"

Well, that's right. This stupid cow only has eight copper coins on his body. This damn Estonian copper coin, it is said that the head behind this copper coin is His Majesty the King of Estonia?

This is really a curly monkey...

This is the real thought in sloppy's heart.

"This kind of stupid donkey should be destroyed humanely." Sahili said contemptuously, "What the hell, I've been with him under the eaves for so many years."

"This sentence should be what I said, you annoying stingy."

As the Tauren spoke, he took two copper coins from Ma Hu, and then the three guys walked to the gate.

The guards at the gate are not wearing the guard armor of the Duchy of Narval, which is a typical mercenary costume.

Well, Boss Ma was puzzled at the beginning. However, he finally understood the reason. The garrison of Tamsalu was often born in the fight of various mercenary regiments. Of course, the winner is the king.

If any mercenary regiment takes over Tamsalu, then it means that they have sent it.

There are a lot of people coming in and out of Tamsalu every day. Just charging the entrance fee is a considerable income, not to mention the protection fees of each street, public security management fees, and the abhorrent business tax.

But everyone knows that although there are annoying mercenaries in Tamsalu, these war wild dogs will never be uncredited. Compared with the soldiers of the principality or kingdom, the credit value of these mercenaries is a little higher.

At least they will not bully the market and buy and sell.

Because in case most people come against you, well, wait to be hanged on the street.

Thirty copper coins were thrown into the box that collected the city fee, and the sound of the jingling copper coins sounded pleasant.

Boss Ma's eyes floated across the gate and looked at the structure of the gate. There were fences, two gates, and one might be a stone gate, but it was covered on both sides and did not look very thoroughly.

The first building at the turn of the city gate made sloppy eyes float over.

"Killer Union." Sahili patted his sloppy shoulder and said.

This is a strange building. The whole building is shaped like a dagger. The sharp roof goes straight into the sky, and on the tip of the roof of the house, the lightning rod is a dagger.

It smells like Gothic architecture.

Boss Ma thought to his heart.

"This is the only killer union open in the kingdom. It is said to be an independent killer union, which belongs to Tamsalu." When Sahili mentioned the union, he frowned, seemed to think of something, and shook his head, which was quite unhappy.

"Are all the killers here?" Boss Ma asked.

Norton looked stunned and said with a smile, "How is that possible?!! If the killer shows up openly, I'm afraid they will drink the northwest wind. This is a decoration. Most of the people who work in it are mercenaries and work part-time here, but who knows, maybe they have their own way of hiding.

Ma Hu shrugged his shoulders and asked casually, "If you want to find a killer to kill, how to find it?"

"At night, of course, the later the better, because at night, there are real union members to receive you. Those guys are wearing iron masks, and no one knows who they are." The Tauren continued. Norton held his hands behind his head and hummed a little song, "But we don't have that damn money to hire a killer. The worst killer needs twenty gold coins for a task. Ha, in fact, it's a good idea to be a killer.

The taeno-headed man whistled and was proud, but he didn't know what Norton was happy about.

However, when Ma Hu heard Norton say this, Ma Hu was quite moved. Now the three of them have come to Tamsalu. They are not familiar with each other and find a job. What's more, the daughter of that bullshit Carpathian can't wait to kill them. It's not easy to keep a low profile.

There are a lot of bounty hunters who want to earn bounty. Presumably, when the wanted notice arrives here, many people will come to trouble Ma Hu. Of course, if they know that Ma Hu is the guy who kicked the count's daughter.

The three cheaps walked forward slowly. There were a lot of people on the street, but he was thinking about making money, and his eyes floated to the dagger on the roof of the killer union from time to time.

Killer...

Ma Hu clapped the big sniper in his hand and sighed in his heart.

It is not too much to call Tamsalu a fallen city, which is full of conspiracies, assassinations, and **. The young warbler on the street was there attracting guests who didn't know where they came from. After that, they only got a few dozen or twenty copper coins. They are just venting tools for passers-by. They don't live like people, and sometimes they have to face the exploitation of those hateful people, but there is no doubt that compared with their poor hometowns, although this place is rotten, it can make more money.

Shahili and Norton found a relatively secluded alley in Tamsalu. This is a small yard, not big, but it is more than enough to live with three big men. The key is that the rent here is cheap. Because 17 people have died in this damn place, no one wants to live in a haunted house.

"If there are three more people, there should be twenty." Norton took a sip of water and said.

With a bang, the tauren's buttocks were kicked by Sahili, and the Vikings roared, "Shut up your damn crow's mouth--"

Boss Ma shook his head helplessly. These two bastards are definitely scum...

"Tiger, what kind of work are you looking for?" Sachili put down the animal skin on his body and stirred up a piece of dust. The haunted house should have been unoccupied for a long time. Damn it, there are uninhabited houses in Tamsalu, a place where people gather.

The owner is an old man named Charles, 56 years old, a very tough old man. He is quite tall, and the callus of the wrist and tiger's mouth is very thick. After paying the three-month rent, the old man left the house without saying a word, and his gloomy eyes made the taurman shiver.

"Compared with Lao Sa, this old man is really unpleasant." Of course, there will be someone to mock Norton's words, and there is no doubt about the mocking people.

Sahili said, "So you mean you have a lot of feelings for Sargon?"

"Fuck you!" Norton cursed and put a middle finger on Sahili.

"I said that the wanted notice should arrive by tomorrow afternoon at the latest. I hope the head on the wanted notice is a little bit like..." Sahili said a little sarcastically, "The painting level of Estonians is as low as their courage."

Boss Ma pondered for a while. His mind was full of the two terms killer and assassin. Compared with the rest of the work, it seemed that killing was what he was best at, but... it was just a different place.

However, he didn't plan to talk to the Tauren and the Vikings about his plans. He decided to go to the killer union in the evening.

"Clean the house. We have to find a job tomorrow, or we will drink the northwest wind." Ma Hu spread out his hands, scratched his scalp and said, "I hope the damn Roma nobleman doesn't come to Tamsalu to make trouble."

"Don't worry, no nobleman is full. Come to this damn place to find bad luck." Sahili said.

Norton said, "I'm going to carry water."

"This is really a terrible house." Sahili looked at the house. Although it was not small, after all, 17 people died, which was really an unpleasant thing. Although for the three bitches, killing people is not a problem at all, and they have killed people, and... Maybe all three people have killed many people.

Who knows? Anyway, everyone has a little secret, just like Boss Ma has a secret. There is also a secret between Norton and Sahili.

In the evening, the night market in Tamsalu was very busy, and the three of them went out to have fun. Boss Ma bought a suit of clothes in front of a garment store, took another mask, and then took a detour to the killer union.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening. The big clock on the top floor of the union was ringing eight times, and the nearby residents were cursing, cursing that the damn building had better fall down suddenly, otherwise those who go to bed early may not be able to sleep at night.

Staring at the lightning rod like a killer union dagger, Boss Ma took a deep breath and comforted himself, "This is a new beginning."

So I walked in. Surprisingly, there were not many people here. Although it was noisy, it was in good order. Most of the people in the union were the same kind of silver masks, wearing white robes, with the pattern of two-color red and blue daggers. The two daggers were staggered, which had a unique flavor.

"What can I do for you?"

A union member came over. He was not short. He sounded like a young man, but he was wearing masks. Ma Hu was not worried that he would recognize him. Although he is sloppy and tall, it is not very obvious.

"I want to take on some tasks. I don't know if there is anything suitable for me." The sloppy voice was very rough, and the deliberately fake sound was surprising. Many people thought it was a hoarse man. Only some masked people who whispered on the side raised their heads and looked at the sloppy.

"Oh, but newcomers can only take up to three small tasks of about 20 gold coins, and we don't provide clues. We have to collect information by ourselves." Union members seem to do this kind of thing often. As the only open killer union in Estonia, this union has its own special features.

"I just want to make money." Boss Ma said lightly.

Then he followed the masked man into another room. There were also many people in it, about seven or eight. Obviously, these guys also wanted to try their luck in the killer union.

"I'm more optimistic about you!" The masked man suddenly said. Then he despised the seven or eight people who came in before and said, "The quality of the newcomers in recent months is getting worse and worse, just like a farmer, completely insulting the mysterious profession of assassins."

He took out a heavy notebook, then stained the quill pen on the table in the ink bottle and said, "The newcomer can take on three tasks of about 20 gold coins. After completion, you can officially apply to join the union. Of course, all your information is hidden. You can choose your own contact person. If you want, the union will provide you with a special contact person. The contact person will know your requirements for the task one by one, and then set the task for you in advance. However, the premise is that you complete three tasks of 20 gold coins first.

"Let me see... Is there any exciting task? Oh... here it is."

The goose feather pen scratched twice on the paper, and a task was brought up. "Jack, the guest of the North Ringoth Snake Mercenary Regiment in the city, nicknamed Ripper, someone wanted his life, 30 gold coins. Do it or not?"

"No problem." Boss Ma said.

"After completing the task, we will draw the intermediate fee of five gold coins, and then the rest is yours. You will think that the commission is relatively high, but it is true. When you become a famous assassin, maybe the union will have to rely on you. The nagging masked man took out another piece of paper and said, "Do you want to get a nickname?"

Boss Ma pondered for a while, then took away the task paper and said at the door, "Tiger Zorro, what do you think of this nickname?"

"Not bad." When the masked man raised his head, Boss Ma had disappeared at the door.