Carlo heard this and immediately stared at Lynn.
And Lynn looked at him without showing any signs of weakness.
After a few seconds, Carlo took the initiative to look away.
"You said you are from Toussaint, how come you know the situation of Novigrad better than the locals?"
Lynn smiled and said, "Since I choose to do business in Novigrad, I naturally cannot know anything about it."
"Not only do I know that you have conflicts between you, but I also know that Whoreson Junior has always gone his own way. Since he is the most powerful gangster in the city, he doesn't take you, Mr. Carlo, and Cutups seriously at all. He is known to the outside world as the three major gangsters, but in fact he wants to just ride on their necks."
Carlo stopped talking.
But the expression on his face clearly said: Is this how you negotiate?
The atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly became solemn.
After a while, he slowly spoke.
"I don't care what you do with that old boy Whoreson Junior, but you can't expect me to take the lead for you. I can only promise that you two will fight each other, and I won't help each other."
"Okay, then it's settled?" Lynn raised his fist.
Carlo also raised his fist and bumped it with Lynn.
He thought for a while and said again.
"However, it's useless for you to just convince me. You also have to convince Cutups's group to remain neutral, so that you can always face only one enemy, Whoreson Junior."
Carlo hesitated for a moment, then continued.
"Those guys at Cutups actually have nothing against you. They all come from the poor. As long as you can prove that you are the patron saint of the poor, they will not be your enemy. But I think this is not a difficult problem for you."
Lynn blinked.
Then he realized that it was Cleaver who took the initiative to reveal the information to him.
Syndicate has of course collected this information, but Carlo's actions undoubtedly showed his attitude.
Then, after leaving Carlo's territory, Lynn and others went to Cutups's territory non-stop.
The meeting with Cutups went smoother than expected.
Obviously, none of Novigrad's three major gangsters are vegetarians.
While Dudu was making his business bigger and stronger, causing Whoreson Junior to covet him, the other two gangsters also found out that they, Baron Brandon of Toussaint, were the backstage of Dudu.
Since then, Cutups has been prepared to be found.
When Lynn stated that he had no intention of starting a war with Cutups, but only wanted to target Whoreson Junior, and when everyone had the same ideas and purposes...
Cutups also agreed to non-aggression with Lynn.
Walking out of the Cutups stronghold disguised as a restaurant, Lynn smiled at Roche and Letho behind him and said, "Next, we should go meet that son of a bitch for a while."
One day later.
The sky is overcast.
Heavy rain fell from the sky.
The road was deserted, there were no traces of pedestrians anymore, only the sound of rain was left.
Wiley At the gate of the manor, three guards with swords were hiding under the eaves to take shelter from the rain, while they were chatting away boredly.
As we chatted, the topic soon turned to which brothel was more cost-effective.
Just as they were chatting more and more excitedly, a carriage suddenly broke into their sight.
Big raindrops pitter-pattered on the carriage carriage, making a crisp sound. The wheels ran over the stone road, splashing up water in the gaps between the stone slabs, and finally stopped on the road outside the entrance of the manor.
Two men in raincoats jumped out from the front of the carriage. They walked to the side of the carriage, opened the carriage door, and held an umbrella for the young man in the carriage.
He has black hair and blue eyes, a tall and tall figure, and is handsome. The already elegant and noble brocade clothes worn on him further accentuate his aristocratic temperament.
Seeing the three people walking towards the door, the guard who was taking shelter under the eaves of the door couldn't help but panic.
The main reason was that the young man's temperament and dress made him look like he was no ordinary person, so the guards did not dare to offend him easily.
It wasn't until the three of them walked straight towards them, getting closer and closer, that the guard had no choice but to stop them.
"Wait, who are you and what are you doing here... Have you asked someone to send a letter of visit beforehand?"
"Go and inform your owners," Lynn is using the changed face of Glamarye at this time, "That is, Baron Brandon of Toussaint is visiting."
"Brandon Baron?"
Although he is just a small guard, working for Whoreson Junior, how could he not know the name of the person his boss is going to deal with recently?
I didn't expect that the other party would actually come to my door in person.
And he only brought two followers.
The three guards exchanged glances with each other.
One of the guards knocked on the door behind him.
A long small window was opened on the door.
The guard informed the people at the door of Lynn's purpose.
The small window was closed again, and the sound of distant footsteps was mixed with the sound of rain.
"Well... well," the guard was also a little embarrassed, "How about you and your entourage take shelter under the eaves of this door to get out of the rain. If we squeeze in, there will still be room."
Although he knew that the person in front of him was the person that his boss wanted to deal with, since the other party was now coming to his door, with the guard's limited knowledge, he might be able to turn the hostility into friendship.
This is the case for the privileged class. Even if they are defeated and captured, as long as they still have territory, they can be served and fed well, waiting to be redeemed.
The nobility is the privileged class in this world.
But Lynn rejected the other party's proposal.
Insisted on waiting at the door.
Time passed like this bit by bit.
It wasn't until ten minutes later that a burst of footsteps came from behind the door.
The door opens to both sides.
Several guards with knives and swords appeared behind the door, and one of the guards diligently held an umbrella for an old man.
The old man was wearing a crisp butler's uniform, his silver hair was permed straight, and he had a monocle on his right eye.
As soon as he saw the situation outside the door, he got angry and said, "Are you all blind? You let your distinguished guest get wet in the rain!"
The three guards at the door looked panicked and hurriedly explained, but the old man seemed unwilling to listen to the explanations of the three. He just scolded a few more words and then turned to look at Lynn.
When he turned his face over, the expression on his face instantly changed to a feeling of spring breeze.
"Dear Baron, I'm sorry for making you feel unhappy. On behalf of Mr. Wiley, I would like to express my most sincere apology to you."
The old man bent down deeply, and the guard holding the umbrella for him also bent down. But maybe because he didn't do this often, the guard temporarily forgot that he was holding an umbrella for others, causing the old man's back to be soaked by the heavy rain.
The old man was so angry that he scolded the guard severely before smiling again.
"It seems that some people still need to be disciplined. I'm sorry, Lord Baron, for making you laugh. Don't worry, I will definitely teach these ignorant things a lesson."
Lynn didn't care about such farce, he hummed and asked.
"Now Mr. Wiley are you ready to see me?"
"Of course, as soon as my lord heard that you were coming, he immediately ordered me to come and greet you. Please come with me."
The old man made an invitation gesture, and the guards who came with him walked to both sides of the gate and made way for them.
"It's time to work."
Lynn nodded, and together with the other two followers, followed the old man into the Wiley manor.