"Isn't it a young master from a prominent noble family in Demacia?"
Van der had a murmur in his heart, placing the gold block on the nine blocks of gold on George's hand.
"It's not about the money, it's that the thing comes from the Upper City. If we don't hand it over, it won't just cause trouble for us, but also for you."
"Since so, then okay."
George smiled and put away all ten pieces of gold, took out the bag of Hex magic crystals, and handed it to Van der's big hands.
Will handing over the item make any difference?
Van der, this future werewolf, is sometimes too innocent.
The upper echelons of Upper City care about those Hex magic crystals at all, they haven't realized the value of those crystals yet.
What they care about is that the people from Lower City dare to cause trouble in Upper City, which is tantamount to a provocation.
If such a provocation is not given heavy punishment, then the people from Lower City will become increasingly brazen, and even a war similar to the one several years ago may occur again.
Therefore, even if Van der hands over these magic crystals, Upper City will not rest.
However, that is exactly what he wants. He needs this conflict to happen in order to achieve his goals and seize control of Pity City as quickly as possible.
"Thank you. If you plan to stay in the slums for a while, feel free to ask for help."
Van der's expression relaxed as soon as he took the bag of magic crystals.
Actually, according to the rules of the Black Alley, money and goods are exchanged at the same time. No matter what kind of goods from what channel, they cannot be forcibly retrieved.
So if George doesn't want to, there's nothing he can do. The rules are set by him, and he cannot break his own rules.
"I've heard that the Quin Lime Rum at Lucky root Tavern is quite good. I wonder if I can have a drink."
George waved at a few people behind Van der, then turned back to look at Vander.
Van der laughed loudly and cheerfully:
"Of course, I'll personally make a supreme version for you, but the wine is very strong, are you sure you can drink it?"
In his eyes, George is still a child about the same age as Boomb, but he talks more maturely and has the demeanor of a little adult.
George walked past Vander and headed towards the Lucky root Tavern.
"I won't underestimate you, I'm a thousand cups don't get drunk, let's try."
Not to mention a thousand cups, his body can handle a thousand buckets without a hitch.
At the Lucky root Tavern, three hours later.
Vay and Boomb looked at the drunk Vander, lying on the table, surrounded by stacks of wine glasses, and the slightly tipsy George with a flushed face and dazed eyes on the other side, simultaneously giving a thumbs up.
Van der is the most capable drinker in the Black Alley, and they have never seen Van der get drunk. It's astonishing that he was bested by George.
Although George looks like he's about to pass out as well.
Not only the two sisters, but also the other big men in the tavern, each looked at George with admiration.
It's not that Van der can't handle it, this kid is literally a wine barrel, he drinks too much.
"Hahahaha, now that Van der wakes up, we can really make fun of him!"
Although Van der's defeat is not unfair, it does not prevent them from laughing at Van der for several months later.
"Good lad, impressive. Just for being able to take down Van der, if you need anything in the Black Alley, just ask your big brother, the leopard!"
The big men in the tavern have a direct increase in their liking for George.
In a place like Lucky root Tavern, there are two ways to earn everyone's respect.
One way is through strength, that is, being able to fight. Whoever has the biggest fists is the boss, Van der's fists are the biggest here, so he is the boss.
Another way is through drinking capacity. Because many things, when people are unwilling to fight to death, they usually settle their dispute by drinking.
Before, Van der was the biggest drinker here, and now it's George.
Just as the atmosphere in the tavern was heated up by the three-hour drinking competition, the door of the tavern suddenly kicked open.
A man and a woman wearing gas masks and fancy blue uniforms entered.
Upon seeing the two, everyone's expression changed instantly, the lively atmosphere dropped to zero, and they wore looks of enmity on their faces.
"Damn it, those damn nobles from Upper City!"
Vay's teeth clenched tightly, pulling his sister Boomb and hiding behind the crowd. They were chased by those law enforcement officers from Upper City, their appearance already exposed.
"Where is Van der?"
The male law enforcement officer, who had taken off his gas mask, opened his mouth with a disgusted expression and asked.
His despotic look and haughty tone made the big men in the tavern reach for their weapons.
If it weren't for Van der's repeated instructions not to have conflicts with people from Upper City, they would have chopped up these two and fed them to the shadow wolves by now.
The leading female law enforcement officer, seeing this, stretched out her hand to stop the male law enforcement officer from speaking further. She glanced around the entire tavern hall, walked over to the already drunk Vander, and frowned unconsciously.
She is named Grayson and is the head of the law enforcement guards in Pity City. She received a death order from the Council to apprehend those thieves who dared to cause trouble in Upper City and deal with them in prison, to serve as a warning.
However, unlike other law enforcement guards, she knows that the current peace between Upper City and Lower City is hard-won, and she doesn't want to start another war over this.
So she has reached an agreement with the leader of Lower City's Black Alley, Van der. As long as people from Lower City don't cause trouble in Upper City, she won't care about the illegal activities in Lower City.
Now that there's an incident, to calm the Council's anger without a big conflict, she came to Van der in advance, asking him to hand over those thieves proactively.
But little did she expect that Van der was drunk at this time.
"Van der is drunk, what do you need?"
The second-in-command of the Black Alley, Van der's closest friend, the owner of the general store, approached with a smiling face and asked.
"We're here to collect some criminals from Van der."
Grayson replied indifferently.
The male law enforcement officer behind her spoke again with an air of arrogance:
"An office building in the Academy District was attacked by a group of scumbags. Hand them over, or we will raze your whole Black Alley!"
"What do you mean? I'll chop you into pieces first!"
The people in the tavern drew their weapons, and the male law enforcement officer also pulled out a gun.
"Stop!"
At this moment, the owner of the general store and Grayson simultaneously intervened to stop both sides.
"These are the items you lost. The children will be punished as they should and will not cause trouble in Upper City again. Let's settle this matter."
The owner of the general store took out the bag of magic crystals from Van der's pocket and handed it to Grayson in a low voice.
Van der had discussed the handling method with the owner of the general store before drinking.
Grayson tucked away the magic crystals but shook her head:
"No, we have to hand over those kids this time. Otherwise, next time it will be not just us two, but the whole law enforcement team."
She doesn't even need Van der to hand them over. She just needs Van der to tell her where the kids are or not to hinder her when she leads the search team.
