No matter how storms and rain are outside, as long as life continues, you have to live the life you should live.

After confirming that the gray-clothed army had no intention of entering the city for the time being, although the gates of the cities around the Hundred Thousand Mountains were still closed for a limited time, the lives of the people have gradually returned to normal. The only difference may be just a topic of drinking.

As for the nobles, when the news came out, they had many families and relatives. However, there were always people who did not choose to leave the city for various reasons. So some gatherings are inevitable. Think about it, they still held a party calmly at this time, and how calm and elegant it was when it was spread.

It was in this environment that Tang En took his ten liar apprentices to fake various identities and wandered between the upper-level parties.

Generally speaking, the aristocrats are still very well-informed. Therefore, Tang En's request for these people is to collect information about the Gray-Clothed Army as much as possible after adapting to various identities and temperaments.

I have to say that the results are remarkable! In comparison, Joshiya's secret institutions are much inferior. Of course, this is inevitable. After all, every city now restricts the flow of people, so Joshiya naturally receives much less information.

In the evening, in the loft where the secret agency is located, Tang En brought these ten people back with him and had enough food and food.

"Matt, you have made great progress in dealing with people recently, which is great. But you still have to pay attention to your image. How could you pick up a large plate of beef and bite when a noble party gathers? You are a wealthy businessman, not a hungry native dog."

"Ha ha……"

"Uh, I was hungry when I was a child. I couldn't stand it when I saw the meat. And I don't know what happened today, but the desserts on the table disappeared in a while... Captain. I will definitely change it next time."

"Ahem, just know. And you, Colliver, don't just laugh at others. The lady stretched out her arms, why didn't you kiss her immediately?"

"Captain, I just haven't gotten used to it for a while. The old lady's skin on her hands was loose and she had applied so much powder, like a spoiled and moldy cheese. I felt so nervous that I looked..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

While talking and laughing, Tang En patted his forehead and walked into the attic gate. The dozen or so people followed behind with mocking and laughing, looking at Tang En's back, with unconcealed admiration in their eyes.

This worship comes from its own amazing changes and the sense of accomplishment of getting valuable information from time to time.

The training has been around for nearly a month, and everyone is familiar with each other. Even Tang En, who was still a little awe at first, these ten people gradually put down their burdens. I just joked.

Although Tang En did not ask them to call themselves the boss, instructor, or something, it was said that they were too stupid and too bad to afford that person. But in their opinion, Tang En, an extremely legendary figure, was suspected to be their instructor.

"Tang..."

As soon as he entered the door, Tang En saw Joshia sprinting towards him. He waved his hand back: "That's all today, let's break up."

The dozen or so people looked upright when they heard this, bowed and then dispersed.

With his hands rolled over, Tang En took out a bag full of desserts from under his gorgeous robe and greeted him: "Ha, it's just some desserts. Don't be so anxious."

"Tang, Aunt Luosha has written to you."

"Well……"

...

Pulling Port, along the road where Donn had pursued Sethman before, a group of prominent figures with obvious identities were about to walk down from the luxurious ship.

"This is the city of Prins, which claims to separate Bran from north to south? It doesn't look very good." An old man in luxury stood by the boat and glanced at the port, saying with a reserved look.

The old man beside him shook his head lightly and smiled, "Sir Simpson, there is only one capital. In terms of prosperity, this place is naturally not as good as the capital. But here is the intersection of north and south, and the scenery and buildings are mixed. If you taste it carefully, it still has a different taste."

"Oh? Then we have to take a good look. Haha, I hope it's better as Sir Ronald said. Please!" The Sir, who called Simpson, turned slightly and waved to the pier connecting the shore.

"It's better to ask for it first, jazz." Sir Ronald was also polite.

"Haha, then I'll..." Simpson was no longer polite, and he was about to step onto the trestle with a simple salute. But at this moment, a black shadow suddenly rushed out from behind, squeezed away Simpson and stepped onto the trestle. While walking down, he turned around and said,

"You two old guys have been chatting all the way. Now you get off the boat and keep talking nonsense. You really can't stand you!"

Although it is evening now, the ports have lighting facilities. Walking on the trestle is a middle-aged man with a strong physique and a "your mother" that keeps coming out of his mouth, he looks like a rash man. But if he judged away the two nobles and the expensive clothes he was just now, he was also a great nobleman.

Sure enough, although the two old nobles who were beaten up and were blushed and kept muttering words like "stupid pig" and "damn it", they did not wave to let the guards on the side kill the man.

In addition to the guards and servants, there are many people with extraordinary identities behind the two noble elders, but they are not as bandit-like as the man just now, and they all pretend not to see him and look at the surrounding ports.

Although it was a little unpleasant, the boat still had to get off.

A group of people with such identity gathered together, so there was naturally someone to receive him in Plin City. Under the trestle, the lord of Plin City and a group of local nobles were bowing to greet him.

Since I didn't see the situation just now, the enthusiastic city lord encountered a nail in Simpson and Ronald, and his words and deeds suddenly became cautious. From this point of view, this group of people from the capital is indeed very big.

After carefully greeting the city lord, he pointed to the carriage lane not far behind him: "You guys are tired all the way. If it's too late today, why don't you go to the city to rest first?"

Regardless of whether the status is the highest, Simpson and Ronald are both the oldest people in the crowd, so they naturally have to come to do this kind of thing. But just as we were about to talk to each other, the formerly magnificent middle-aged man looked around and said, "Strange, where did that boy Philip go?"

Simpsons and the others turned dark again. However, they still glanced at the crowd behind and asked in a low voice.

"Phillip, Philip..."

The aristocrats, for example, have to pay attention to elegance in every word and action. But now this magnificent man doesn't care about these things, and roars a few loudly. The huge voice kept echoing in the port, shocking Simpsons and the others around him kept rolling their eyes.

"Here, come." After a series of responses, a figure appeared on the bow of the boat. While tidying up his clothes, he walked down the trestle.

The young man looks and handsome face. It seems that he has just been entangled with someone, his clothes are a little disheveled, and the red lips marks on the corners of his mouth that have not been wiped clean... Well, this is exactly the friend Tang En and his friends who met during the negotiations, Philip, the Wolf of the Imperial Capital.

These two guys... Simpson glanced at Philip, then looked at the majestic middle-aged man beside him. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitched like toothache.

"Haha, Philip, where is your woman?" The majestic middle-aged man looked quite familiar with Philip, and asked with his arms around his shoulders.

Philip wiped the red lips from the corner of his mouth and replied indifferently: "I've gone back with the boat... The fate is over."

"Haha, your reason is a long time to try!" As if it was clear about Philip's incident, the majestic middle-aged man shook his head and laughed.

A small episode. Since the people here have gathered together, they will naturally go to the resting place arranged by the city lord.

But the majestic middle-aged man had a problem again, and waved to the city lord and said, "No, just tell us the address. Well. By the way, I'll give you another address. Which woman in the city is the most beautiful? Don't say you don't know what I mean."

After a pause, under the stunned gaze of the city lord, he moved his muscles and bones, "Damn, you don't need a good teleportation array, you have to take a boat. I've been suffocated these days, why are you still standing there? I'm talking about the address... By the way, who else do you want to go? I'll treat you."

...The cold situation...

Simpson and his group knew this guy's style, so they were all used to it, and they made a facial expression and didn't know this person. However, the city lords and nobles who came to receive were a little stunned. What's the situation? People from this imperial capital... Well, they are indeed bold enough.

"Hey, no one went? Philip, don't you?"

Philip grabbed his hair and spread his hands: "I don't know how to eat this."

"Oh, understand, you like to seduce the lady of the good family." After patting his head, the male middle-aged man glanced around and saw that no one responded, he waved his hand intriguingly: "Forget it, it's boring to come out with you. One by one, either you can't do old or pretend to behave."

The words behind were muttering, but this whisper was enough for everyone to hear.

The city lord and the others were naturally shocked and lowered their heads and pretended not to hear them. Although some of the other people who were accompanying him were angry, they did not have the same knowledge as him. But the two old men, Simpson and Ronald, could not stand it anymore. They were already stimulated, but now they are said to be "no" again...

"Alex! Pay attention to your words and deeds. Look at you, how can you look like a noble?" Simpson shouted angrily.

As a nobleman, no matter how angry he is, he will not do such an insulting thing as an insulting person in person. Relatively speaking, this kind of questioning directly pointing to the other party's lack of aristocratic style is already a very heavy-weight insult.

However, the magnificent middle-aged man called Alex didn't care at all and curled his lips: "What's wrong with me? I'm just telling the truth. Tell me, are you okay? If you can, let's compare."

"You, you...you will die sooner or later in the hands of a woman!"

"Oh, curse. You want to die like this, but it's a pity that you can't do it anymore."

“Yayaya…uh!”

"Scared, Sir Simpson, Sir Simpson..."

",, go and invite the doctor..."

"Go to church, close to this..."

The port suddenly fell to the ground with Simpson, and suddenly became in chaos.

In the chaos, Alex took two steps back in a rather verbally and spread his hands: "I used this trick again, but I pretended to be dizzy... Now, everyone saw it, I didn't hit him. Don't look for me if something happens..."
Chapter completed!