Chapter 206: Information Gathering

Chapter 206: Information Gathering

While the beer is still spitting from my nose, my spidey-sense goes off. Well, not exactly my spidey-sense, but you get the gist.

I wouldnt be scared of these three under normal conditions. But I cant afford to reveal my identity and conjuring a shield made of [Light] would be a big giveaway now, wouldnt it? Also, dispelling the spell will be harder because the guy is clearly activating his ring.

What I can do, however, is to answer tit-for-tat.

[Single-Minded Focus]

The world around me slows down, and I breathe deeply.

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[Restructuring Conditions Met: Advanced Light Lance Advanced Flame Lance]

I improved the conversion efficiency, and, thankfully, both spells are advanced now. A bolt is coming from the ring, but my spell is equally fast. In an instant, the two magical projectiles meet mid-air, exploding in the center of the inn. I have summoned a flash-shield of invisible [Light] to avoid being blasted by the shockwave, but I cant say the same for the three Fellows.

To my surprise, though, they simply fall on their butts, frowning in my direction.

Where I come from, I say, still standing, the Fellowship of the Ring a funny name. Theres a story about some short people and Humans forming a fellowship around one ring. Thats why I laughed. If you have any more problems with that, just tell me. Otherwise, Im here for business as much as you are.

I take a seat at my table as if nothing has happened, the one patron currently resting his butt on a chair. I look at Breakstones cigar, left abandoned beside me; after pondering for a second, I go for the cool look. I pick up the smoking thing and suck some smoke into my mouth. In an instant, my eyes begin watering profusely, and even though I have not inhaled it, I start coughing, almost retching.

Disgusting! Cough! Cough! Jesus Almighty, who the hell smokes this shit?!

Should we kill him? the shortest of the three asks.

His level might be higher than ours. Im not getting a read on him. Dont be fooled, thats the leader at the front, the man who just shot a deadly bolt at me.

So? the shorter Fellow asks.

So, we do business, as per usual.

The leader walks to my table and sits where Breakstone had been until a moment ago. Calm like a pond, he takes the cigar from my hand and stomps on it. Then, he fishes out for two good-smelling and beautifully wrapped cigars and offers me one.

So, kid, are you here for business? Im Murray. Nice to meet you.

So, Chandler, Murray tells me, What is your business here?

His two associates are not sitting with us. They headed toward the room in the back, probably conducting some shady business of their own.

Information. Im looking to buy for past and future.

The Fellows provide, he says with a nod.

Is that a yes, we do that? Will he be offended, if I ask?

I need someone to give me a list of all the secret classes.

Just so we are on the same page, you are talking about the academy, right, kid?

I take another puff from the good cigar and nod.

What else would I be talking about? I smile.

Classes like the one you are hiding so well. But I doubt we would sell that list to someone we didnt know yet. Are you new?

New to crime, you mean?

He raises an eyebrow as if the question was too obvious to be answered.

Kid, are you sure you want to hire the Fellows for this job? I can give you the list of classes because we sometimes do business with [Mages] from the academy that are connected. Here, you are talking about

How much? I repeat.

Murray and Yelsie exchange a bewildered look.

Kid, a job this big will leak. It would work better if there were someone specific that you were looking for. The big players in the academy will notice the buzz. You might even alert an [Archmage]. You are talking about hundreds of general reports. Hell, maybe even a thousand. We would have to hire a flat-eared [Secretary] just to catalog them for you!

Well, I like to know who Im getting in business with. Id also like a report on the most known criminal groups in the city. Oh, a couple of history books, andwhatever. Listen, I have a list of things I need.

I take out a neat stack of papers from my bag of holding and give it to them.

Here, you will find the names of the people on whom I need in-depth research. Theres also more general stuff like the nicest restaurants in town, the biggest businesses, major criminal players, and some reports on [Archmages] and their cliques. Everyone seems pretty scared of you. You must know your stuff.

Kid, you better not be messing with me. Some of this is trivial work. The rest? Theres information that could have you killed just for knowing.

I know that parts of my MO are not subtle or smart, but Im quite sleep-deprived, and I need to know more about this place. If I were to blow my cover somehow and I can assure you that its very unlikely I would just change my identity. I have Valariths protection. Even if I came out of hiding, no one could really touch me. The [Archmages] themselves would steer clear of me, no doubt.

Its not kid, its Chandler. And if you could give me a price for all of this, we would probably

A hundred large, Murray says with a straight face. And the price could get steeper if some of these jobs became more dangerous than initially accounted for. We will have to mobilize every Fellow, Chandler. And some of them might like you a bit too much if you know what Im saying.

I look at the table with a frown.

Come on, Murray, lets go. We have real business to take care of, Yelsie says.

Follow me, I say while getting up.

I scan the place for a sturdy table and see a thick, circular one on the other side of the inn.

Hello, fuck off, I tell the people sitting there. Thankfully, the two scary Fellows behind me seem to do the job, and everyone instantly vacates their seats.

I start pulling out bags of coins one after another, so many that my arm starts getting stiff, and I have to alternate between the two to avoid getting cramps.

Wait, Murray. Arent those bags marked with the Royal Sigil?

I look at the weird insignia on the bag and huff.

Huh, thats true.

I keep shoveling out more bags. At least the Royal Treasury had the decency to organize the small ones. My bag of holding is courtesy of Valarith and can contain a lot of stuff. But I still had to leave most of the gold I had robbed from the palace in Valariths hands. It was simply too much.

After a few minutes and with me panting, theres so much gold on the table now that the fellows are speaking into some custom artifacts.

Yes, yes. I know. Get them here, now, Murray is speaking fast. An idiot just took out a hundred large in front ofyes, yes. Now. The bags are marked. No, no. I cant feel any trackers. Yes, Ive used it already. Come here as fast as possible.

It doesnt take long before more than a dozen Fellows come to the inn and push the current customers out. See, when you have so much cash out in the open, even the weakest criminal gets ideas.

As soon as even the half-giant manning the counter is out, a hugeis that an Ahali? I guess. Well, a huge Ahali approaches. Its a male, and hes built like a damn gorilla. Taller than the tallest Elf by at least a foot. Hes as big as the half-giant and probably twice the weight.

Murray, the Ahali nods to the Elf. Whats the job?

This is our employer, Murray nods at me.

Yo, I wink at the Ahali. I notice some scaled patches on his otherwise very furry arms.

The Fellows provide, the huge Ahali says with a nod.

The Fellows provide, the others chorus.

Great. Now, as I was saying, this is mostly an information-gathering job. Please, dont whack anyone if its not strictly necessaryespecially not the students. If you have to whack other criminals, be my guest. If it is more expensive than previously forecasted, just tell me. If you think you can rob me, it will force me to be very, very mean. And Id rather not reveal everything about me.