Lynch glanced around the environment, turned a corner, and walked towards a tavern at the edge of the rich district. This was a place where some coachmen or servants handed over their wages to the Wine God, unwilling to go to the shops in the slums, thinking that would lower their "status." However, first, the Light Temple never acknowledged the existence of so-called slums in Pate City; second, there is indeed a slight difference in the amount of water mixed into the wine between the two places.

Lynch did not expect to be able to inquire about anything from the people here. Besides the rumors swirling around like snowflakes, this was merely a place of decadence. However, there are others who keep an eye on taverns, casting their colors to turn the light there into a murky gray. The Thief Guild, or organizations with names like the Street Guild or Black Market Traders, are particularly concerned about facilities that attract outsiders' attention. They generally don't harbor ill intentions towards those outsiders, because before those "dark jobs," they are more concerned with their identity as "intelligence dealers."

But Lynch intended to provoke them, to have these people lead him into their organization so that he could gather information from the inside. Spending money could buy information, but it doesn't guarantee accuracy; using spells to pry open their minds and read their memories guarantees accuracy but wastes too much time.

Lynch loudly bragged about his peculiar experiences in the tavern, making himself out to be an omniscient scholar. He would try to connect himself with the glorious deeds clearly accomplished by other warriors. He knew he was boasting, and everyone present knew. However, the coins he took out to pay were authentic Gold Coins, with both sides engraved with the badge of the southern noble territories. As those territories are among the few places where large volumes of grain could still be purchased, their money is especially "valuable." Some guys were eyeing this boastful country bumpkin coachman.

Lynch's Eye of Insight naturally noticed those glances peering in the dim oil lamp light. After buying drinks for everyone with three Gold Coins, he loudly stated in the tavern: "Pate City is truly a wonderful place, where you can drink to your heart's content! This is under the Light God's gaze, so... there are absolutely no bandits!" He pretended to be drunk and pulled the tavern owner aside, saying: "My mistress once paid over a thousand Gold Coins for me last time! Right... right before I was about to beat them all flat! Do you... uh... know why?"

Lynch used the Face-changing Technique to turn his cheeks bright red, then said: "Ha! Haha... Because I served her well... whether in the carriage or elsewhere! She... she can't live without me!"

So, about an hour later, in the alley in front of the tavern, Lynch staggered forward, humming nonsensical songs. Three figures quickly approached from the corner, holding blackjacks and large bundles of rope.

"Bam!" "Oh!" "Bam!" "Oh!" "Bam!"

"Now he's quiet as a lamb." A Wanderer, shaking his numb hand, softly announced. Another guy tied up the Mage's hands. The third person slung him over his shoulder and ran towards an even darker road.

Lynch kept his eyes closed, but he clearly knew what was happening around him. If it weren't for intentionally suppressing the counter effects of Protection Magic, the first Wanderer might have already turned to ashes.

'Now there's no need to personally walk the roads to their organization's hideout.' Lynch thought to himself. And the rope tying his hands had turned from a dead knot to a live knot.

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