In other words, as long as Lynn nods, Syndicate will immediately go to action and stab Whoreson Junior to death on the road he must pass on his next trip.
After all, Whoreson Junior is just an ordinary person, not even a soldier.
One iron cannon ashigaru is enough to snipe His Highness Taikō Abe at close range. When the time comes, Syndicate will arrange dozens of assassins disguised as homeless people, enough to chop Whoreson Junior into fine pieces and keep it so that even his father cannot recognize him.
But to Drake's dismay, Lynn slowly shook his head.
"If you let your people do this, the other two gangsters will know the next day that all the beggars in the city have been bribed by us. How can we continue to collect intelligence in the future?"
"Don't expose this intelligence network unless absolutely necessary."
"Yes," Drake asked unwillingly, "Sir, can we just let it go?"
"Of course not... but I have another thing for you to do."
Lynn took out two rolls of parchment from his arms and handed them to Drake.
"These are two great sword drawings. I should have gone to Master Tyensail myself and asked him to build them for me, but the current situation in the city has forced me to work non-stop and race against time, so I can only make the trip for me."
After saying that, Lynn looked at Roche and Letho.
"Roche, Letho, you two come with me, remember to bring a cloak."
The entrance to an alley of Novigrad Bits.
The bored dwarf guard who was guarding the entrance suddenly saw three people walking towards him.
One of them was dressed as a noble, and the other two looked like his bodyguards, all covered under a wide cloak.
He whistled hastily to alert his companions.
Then he stretched out his hand to signal the visitor to stop.
"Stop, you're in the wrong place, 'tourists'. The front is private property. If you want to visit Novigrad, you should move in the direction of your butt."
Lynn, who had already used Glamarye to change his appearance beforehand, said calmly, "I have something to ask Carlo·'Cleaver'·Fan Ruixi."
The dwarf doorman laughed loudly, "Do you think Cleaver can be seen by anyone?"
Lynn is not angry either.
He raised his right hand, with the back of his hand facing outward, and showed the heraldic ring on his finger to the guard.
"Of course not, but at least I have the qualifications for Cleaver to meet me, because I am none other than Baron Brandon from Toussaint."
The dwarf guard was stunned for a moment.
He looked carefully at the heraldic ring on Lynn's finger.
I really can't tell the authenticity.
That's natural.
Because this is a genuine item.
The dwarf guard hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to go in first and make a report.
"Please... please wait here for a moment, I will go and report it right away."
After all, this is a visitor who is suspected of being a noble, and is beyond the level that the dwarf guard can handle.
As for the authenticity, I'll leave it to the boss to identify.
Taking advantage of the dwarf guard's announcement, Roche, who was standing behind Lynn, quietly took a step forward, came to the demon hunter's side, and asked in a low voice.
"Sir, what are we doing here?"
Lynn also lowered his voice and replied.
"Of course he is a local snake who came to visit here. Speaking of which, we have been doing business in the city for more than a year. It would be rude to come to visit the pier now. That's why I came here in person."
"Of course, there's another thing..."
When he said this, Lynn had already caught a glimpse of the dwarf guard leaving and returning from the corner of his eye, so he shut up and stopped talking. He just patted Roche on the shoulder and gave the other party a look that believed in him.
So Roche took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
The three of them waited for the dwarf guard to come closer and heard him say, "Lord Baron, the boss has agreed to see you, please come with me."
Lynn nodded and took Roche and Letho in together.
But they saw the dwarf guard extending his hand to stop the three of them.
"My Lord Baron, the boss only agrees to see you alone. Please ask your guards to stay outside and wait for you."
Lynn glanced at Roche and Letho: "Okay... then you guys just wait for me outside."
After giving these instructions to Roche, Lynn followed the dwarf guard into the alley.
Going out from the other end of the alley is a place similar to a courtyard, but this courtyard is full of murderous intent at the moment.
About twenty dwarves were sitting or standing around the courtyard. The moment Lynn followed the dwarf guard in, they stared at Lynn without any concealment.
His eyes were full of provocation.
The dwarf doorman also had an unknown smile on his face and walked away to one side.
The surrounding dwarves slowly gathered around, their eyes becoming more unscrupulous.
Lynn frowned slightly and looked at the dwarf guard who retreated to the edge of the yard. "What does this mean?"
"That's what I meant."
A loud voice came from his right.
A dwarf with a mohawk, several large gold chains hanging around his neck, and tattoos on his bare chest and arms stepped forward.
It is Carlo·Cleaver·Fan Ruixi.
Lynn looked directly at him. "I don't understand, Sir Carlo, what do you mean?"
Carlo snorted heavily from his nose.
Cross your hands on your chest.
"It means that I don't want to have anything to do with you, Lord Baron... if you are really Baron Brandon."
Lynn smiled, "What, you think I am fake?"
Carlo shook his head.
"How do you expect me to trust you? Toussaint is at least a few months away from Novigrad. Just because of Novigrad's property, you came all the way here? Not to mention that I didn't receive any report from my subordinates at all."
"Even if a bird from outside the city flies in, it cannot escape my eyes."
Lynn thoughtfully said, "So you think I am a liar? If so, why do you still need to meet me in person?"
"Because I want to see what you're going to talk to me about, what do you want?"
"It's not that I want something, but that I will give you an agreement."
"What agreement?"
"Agreement on Non-Aggression."
"Mutual non-aggression?" Carlo burst out laughing after hearing this, "Suppose you are really Baron Brandon, Lord Baron, I heard that your business in the city is about to be finished. At this time, you actually came to me and said that you want me to non-aggression with you?"
Lynn nodded and said, "Exactly, Your Excellency Carlo, I believe you should also know that I am not a racist. Some of the workers who work for me are dwarves. The treatment I give them is the same as that of human workers."
"So, I guess there's no need for us to have a conflict."
Carlo snorted again.
"Do you dare to conflict with me? My nickname of Cleaver is not self-proclaimed."
But soon, his tone softened. "Then what do you mean? Do you want to deal with Whoreson Junior? Do you want me to remain neutral?"
Lynn waved his hand.
"How can this be a confrontation? Whoreson Junior dealt with me first. I was just fighting back in self-defense."
"Besides, Sir Carlo, don't you have any objections to Whoreson Junior?"
Carlo said, "What can I say about him? I and Whoreson Junior have always been in harmony with each other."
Lynn smiled.
"Is this really the case? If it is really the case, then Mr. Carlo, why do you use the insulting nickname Whoreson Junior instead of calling him Mr. Cyprian·Wiley?"