Chapter 42: Roland Gar, The Red-Haired Singer, The Joke
"Moriarty, is it okay? It looks like your five hundred gold coins are going to be wasted. Although, I know that the nobles are all rich men, but this way of playing it is really..." White looked at everyone in Roland's bar.
There are many disturbances, and I can't help but worry.
In Erathia, the annual income of ordinary civilians may only be ten kingdom gold coins. And five hundred gold coins is almost all the wealth a person can earn in a lifetime.
"Haha, White, not all nobles are rich." Moriarty didn't seem to be affected at all by the laughter and noise around him. He still said calmly: "Actually, you are right. Spend five hundred
It’s really stupid to pay gold coins for a glass of wine or to save face.”
"Then you still?" White looked at the other party in confusion.
"White, have you ever heard of an organization called Roland Garr?" Moriarty suddenly changed the subject and asked.
"Roland Garr? Not sure." White shook his head.
"That is an intelligence organization that has little reputation outside, but its actual power is amazing." Moriarty said solemnly.
"An intelligence organization with amazing power?" White was surprised.
"Yes, a huge and secret intelligence network. From commerce to military, from agriculture to industry and commerce, this organization is good at spying and selling all kinds of information. It includes nobles, scholars, knights, chambers of commerce, and caravans from various counties.
, many people have been or are still customers of this organization.”
"More powerful than the intelligence officer of the Legion?" White couldn't believe it.
"Intelligence officers in the army only focus on war, while Roland Garr is 'doing business.' So, from a certain perspective, Roland Garr's intelligence capabilities are stronger and more detailed."
"So, what does this Roland Garr have to do with the five hundred gold coins?" White took the initiative to bring back the topic.
"Because as far as I know, Roland Garr also has a branch in Ford Fortress, and the leader of the branch, the red-haired singer, is Pagliese." Moriarty smiled slightly.
These inside stories about Roland Garr were naturally obtained by Moriarty when he was in the Ensberg family. Not long ago, Moriarty even signed and approved a document submitted by a line manager within the family.
An application for purchasing business intelligence from Roland Gale. Therefore, even if Thomson did not set the gathering place at Roland Bar tonight, he would still come there in person. Because, before leaving Erathia and heading to Bracada,
Moriarty must make final confirmations on certain important matters, and these confirmations rely on accurate intelligence.
"I said, that distinguished guest who wants to taste the 'afterglow', please come over here. Over here!" At this time, the green-eyed girl Trish walked out quickly from behind the bar, deliberately stood in the middle of the bar, facing Mori
A voice shouted loudly from the direction where Artie was.
"Let's go, White." Under the attention of almost everyone in the bar, Moriarty stood up from his seat calmly.
"Should I go too?" White seemed to be unaccustomed to such a "big scene" in front of everyone, and asked a little tangledly.
"Of course, you are my follower." After saying that, Moriarty walked towards the bar first.
At this time, the door behind the bar opened again, and Mrs. Pugliese slowly walked out from behind the door.
Different from the previous black mesh dress, the red-haired beauty has changed into a white pleated fishtail skirt with a pale red silk shawl. And her iconic sexy red hair is covered with a
The golden hair crown stood up high. The most special thing is that on the bridge of Pagliese's tall and beautiful nose, there is also a pair of small white shell-made round-rimmed glasses, which makes her whole person full of intelligence.
The gorgeous atmosphere.
"Hello, respected 'red-haired singer' Mrs. Pagliese, it's an honor to meet you." Ignoring Trish's little move, Moriarty walked directly to the center of the long bar and stood there, talking to almost
Pagliese, who was the same height as him, faced each other, separated by an oak platform of thirty centimeters, and bowed slightly and smiled.
Behind him, White followed closely.
"I am also very happy to entertain you at the Roland Bar, the promising mage apprentice, Sir Moriarty Ensberg." Pugliese glanced at the green-eyed girl, who immediately retreated silently and opened up.
The drinkers around him sat down quietly and stopped making any noise.
"And you, Mr. White, the crossbowman who successfully walked out of Windsor Castle. I hope you like it here too." Turning her body slightly, Pugliese also said hello to White who was coming behind.
"Yeah." At this time, White had already entered a certain state of alert, and nodded lightly, which was regarded as a greeting.
"So, Sir Ensberg, do you want to have a drink of 'Afterglow' here tonight?" From a certain perspective, Pugliese, as an intelligence dealer, and the Ensberg heir who often needs to buy intelligence
Moriarty was not a stranger, so after a brief greeting, the red-haired lady asked directly.
It can be seen that she is also a quite "straightforward" person.
"Yes, the waitress in your store recommended 'Afterglow' to me. Although it is expensive, I hope to have the opportunity to try it." Moriarty stood still and said slowly: "In addition, since I am about to
I’m traveling abroad, so I hope to buy a few little messages from you, the ‘red-haired singer’, before I leave.”
"Of course, the client's wish is Roland Garr's wish. But which one comes first? The afterglow, or the little news?"
Pagliese's black eyes were like a deep pool, which could almost reflect Moriarty's entire body. Although she did not smile or show any seductive expression, she still seemed to be able to easily ignite the deepest fire in every man's heart. It's just that
A blink of an eye, or a slight twitch of the tip of the nose, can't help but exude an invisible yet qualitative special charm.
"I think, let's try 'Afterglow' first." Moriarty looked at those black eyes quietly, very focused, but not too deep in extrication, as if he was really looking into a beautiful well.
generally.
"Well, okay." The red-haired singer gently tilted his cheek, as if to let the other party better appreciate his sculptural and elegant facial lines: "Trixie should have told you the rules, right?
"
"Yes, if you want to taste the afterglow, you need to sit on that stool first; and before that, you must first complete a question you gave." As he said that, Moriarty placed his right hand gently on the high foot.
On the leather seat surface of the round stool.
The leather seat of the round stool is very smooth, without any wrinkles or cracks. It can be seen that since it was moved to this bar, few people can put their butts on it.
"Sir, are you ready?" Pugliese stroked the red hair hanging down her shoulders and asked finally.
"Please, madam." Moriarty folded his hands on the bar in front of him and said calmly.
"My topic is: Tell me a funny joke." Looking at the young man across the table, a long-lost sense of fun suddenly arose in Pugliese's heart, and she leaned forward slightly to face the challenge.
The way.
"Funny jokes?" Moriarty frowned slightly after hearing such a "simple" question: "Mrs. Pugliese, can you explain what kind of jokes are funny?"
"Of course it's a joke that makes me laugh." The red-haired lady explained her topic in "extremely simple language." Her smile was still gorgeous, but the effect was driving people crazy.
"A joke to make you laugh." Moriarty couldn't help but draw a few black lines on his forehead.
In other words, no matter whether the joke Moriarty tells later is funny or not, the decision-making power to judge whether it passes or not is only in the hands of the red-haired lady. No wonder that Trish so "actively" recommended "Afterglow" to herself
, it seems that whether you can drink it or not depends on the mood of the bar owner.
However, now that he was standing in front of the bar, Moriarty had no intention of retreating.
"Okay, I understand." Moriarty thought for a moment, nodded, and started his own joke: "This also happens to be a story about a bar."
"I look forward to it." The red-haired beauty was full of interest.
"One day, a dragon fly from Tartaglia came to the Roland Bar for dinner, and Trish served as its entertainer. According to a certain custom, Miss Trish recommended the Roland Golden Lamb Chops to the dragon fly, and the dragon fly also ate it.
Very satisfied. However, when it was time to check out, a problem arose. Apparently Long Fei did not bring so many gold coins before going out, so he had a dispute with Trish." At this point, Moriarty paused.
, looked sideways and smiled at the green-eyed girl on the other side who was eavesdropping. The girl then gave a lovely eye roll, obviously dissatisfied with her appearance in Moriarty's joke.
"Then what happened next? It's really bad to have a dispute at the checkout." As a genuine listener, Pugliese asked "quite cooperatively", with a suitably curious look in her eyes.
"Of course, Trish won't let the dragonfly leave easily. Even if he can't chop off a hand like he did with the deadbeat big-eared monster, he should at least break off a pair of dragonfly's wings."
Moriarty continued to tell jokes in a leisurely manner.
Upon hearing this, the red-haired lady glared at Trish angrily, and the green-eyed girl immediately stuck out her tongue, begging for mercy.
"Dragon Fly naturally won't be caught without help. Relying on his flying speed, Dragon Fly turned around and shook Miss Trish a little dizzy, and he took the opportunity to sneak out of the bar." Moriarty looked at Pagliese,
Then he said.
"The guest skipped the bill, what should we do?" The red-haired lady touched her red lips with her slender fingers as if in panic.
"When Trish finally came back to her senses, there was no sign of the dragon fly, so she was naturally very angry. At this time, she suddenly found a Naga on the nearby table who had just finished her meal and stood up slowly. Miss Trish immediately shouted
He yelled, rushed forward, grabbed Naga's arm, and angrily said, 'You fly, don't think that I can't recognize you if you stretch yourself too big.'"
"puff!"
Hearing this, the green-eyed girl suddenly couldn't hold back her breath and laughed out loud. However, the girl immediately realized that she was the protagonist of the joke, and immediately waved her fist at Moriarty "viciously".
Opposite Moriarty, there was a little smile in Pagliese's black eyes, but her expression remained calm.
Could it be that Moriarty's joke failed?
Apparently, though, Moriarty's bar story continues.
"Naga, who was inexplicably forced into debt by Trish, would naturally not give in. She angrily threw him far away, then turned around and left the Roland Bar. Although Trish was a little injured, he had a high sense of responsibility and mission.
The feeling prompted her to bravely stand up again, and then quickly ran to the back to find someone for help."
"Haha." Hearing this, thinking about the green-eyed girl's back that quickly "escaped" after taking the cashier's check for five hundred gold coins, even White, who was on full alert, couldn't help laughing.
"When Miss Trish led many kitchen workers back to the front hall, of course she couldn't find Naga. And at this moment, a Medusa happened to walk out of the revolving door and entered the bar. Trish immediately
He stepped forward and pressed the opponent's shoulders hard, shouting: 'You damn fly, do you think you can hide it by curling your hair? Pay up quickly!'"
At this point, the joke ended, and Moriarty shrugged helplessly, with an expression like the innocent Medusa with "curled hair."
"Ha ha!"
"Ha ha…"
Both the green-eyed girl and White behind him all laughed loudly at this time.
Under Moriarty's calm gaze, the corners of the red-haired beauty Pagliese's mouth finally turned up.
.............................
On the last day of this week, I looked at the new book list. The score was "7000+", so there will be three updates today.