Give Me the Name of God

Khamis cut off a piece of mutton with a knife, dipped it in honey and ate it.

Dunison was standing nearby. He had already stated his intention. The new Sheriff wanted to invite Hamis to lunch, but Hamis didn't even raise his head and only focused on eating the mutton.

Having been a thief in the royal capital for more than 40 years and becoming the leader of a gang in the south of the city, Hamis not only has unusual scheming and courage, but also has connections that are difficult for ordinary people to match.

Through theft, robbery, fraud, extortion and other shady activities, Khamis can earn more than 10,000 gold coins every year, which is equivalent to the tax revenue in the south of the city. But unlike taxes, this money does not go to the king's treasury, but directly to some people's pockets.

These people are mainly officials from the south of the city, including senior officials such as the Finance Minister, the Grand Magistrate, and the Grand Censor. It is said that even the Minister of State has received benefits from Khamis, and he indeed has the capital to look down upon the Sheriff.

After finishing a mutton chop, Hamis wiped his mouth and said: "The Sheriff invited me to lunch? I'm afraid this is not appropriate. I am just a civilian, and a civilian with a bad reputation."

Dunison smiled and said: "We adults like to make friends, and we never care about our origins."

"Since you don't care about your background, why don't you come to me in person?"

"This, this is a bit..." Dunison was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say. He knew that Khamis was very powerful, but he didn't expect that he would be so arrogant.

"Please tell the Sheriff that I have been a little busy these days. I will visit him in a few days. Also, please help me deliver a gift."

He moved his fingers at the middle-aged man next to him. The middle-aged man understood and counted out thirty gold coins and handed them to Dunison: "This is for the Sheriff, not just today, but every month in the future." have."

Dunison looked at the gold coins in his hand, clenched his fists, turned and left Khamis's mansion.

Hamis moved his fingers again, and the middle-aged man poured him a glass of wine. This middle-aged man is called Bigda. He looks like a servant when he is busy, but in fact he is the number two person in the gang.

He and Hamis grew up together, started as thieves together, and spent most of their lives working hard to become the overlords in the south of the city. However, Hamis was too domineering and occupied almost all the power, which made Bigda Looks like a servant.

Seeing that Khamis was in a good mood, Bigda pulled up a chair and sat next to him, and asked tentatively: "Is it too much to treat the Sheriff like this?"

"Which Sheriff are you talking about? The new one or the old one?"

"Of course it's the new Viscount Monchique."

Hamis smiled and said: "It's a little too much, but I can only treat him like this. The former sheriff is still watching us."

"But Monchik is the Sheriff now."

"So? So what? Hram is the nephew of the general, who is Krechi Monchik?"

"There are rumors that he has some relationship with the Marquis of Monchique..."

"Don't forget that this is the royal capital, not the territory of the Marquis. Even if he is the biological son of the Marquis of Monchik, he must obey the general's words when he arrives in the royal capital."

"But I heard that the general also likes Krechi very much..."

This time Hamis was a little unhappy. He put down his wine glass and looked at Bigda with squinting eyes: "You know? Sometimes I really don't want to talk to you. I don't want to say a word to you. When I was young, You are stupider than others, and at this age you still have not made any progress at all. Think about it carefully, why did the general call a country bumpkin to the royal capital?"

Bigda carefully answered: "Because he killed the gangster..."

"You want to say that he is good at fighting? Do you think the general lacks people who know how to fight? So many things happened in the south of the city. The general did not want his nephew to be involved, so he found a scapegoat. When the matter was over, This scapegoat will either die or go back to being a country bumpkin. Do you want to be friends with this scapegoat?"

Bigda did not dare to speak anymore, so Hamis tore off the napkin and threw it on Bigda: "Mengchik is looking for a money bag for Hram. This is because Hram is deliberately making things difficult for Monchik. This is also The reason why Mengchik invited me to dinner was to tell our people that Mengchik might arrest them and use them as scapegoats, and asked them to be careful these two days. If anyone is caught, they cannot admit it even if they are beaten to death. Otherwise, not only will he die, but his family will die too!"

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Late at night, Bigda lingered at the door of Hamis. He always felt that Krechi Monchik would not give up. That was the man who killed the thief Harley, and he was the man who could come back to life after his throat was cut. , he wanted to remind Hamis to be careful, but the bodyguard at the door said that Hamis had fallen asleep.

Did you really fall asleep? Bigda was unwilling to give in and waited at the door for a long time. Then he saw a waiter entering with two beautiful girls.

Khamis didn't sleep, she just didn't want to see him. Bigda sighed and left Khamis's mansion.

Not far out of the gate, he suddenly smelled the smell of blood. As a believer of War Queen Enyo, he was very sensitive to the smell of blood.

After chasing the smell of blood for a while, Bigda found a corpse.

He was the nephew of Khamis. This young man was very shrewd and liked Khamis very much. His body was leaning under a big tree, with his head in the grass. Although his head was missing, the expression on his head was very peaceful, which proves that He didn't know what happened before he died.

Bigda's heart was in suspense. This young man was often with Bigda's son, and together with Khamis's son, people often called them the three-headed snake in the south of the city.

Will they be together tonight?

Bigda continued to search following the smell of blood, and soon saw another corpse, that of Khamis's son. Like the previous corpse, the head was cut off neatly, and there was no pain on the face.

Bigda was shaking all over. He seemed to hear some noises. He wanted to call someone over immediately, but he heard someone say in his ear: "Don't make any sound, your son is still alive."

Bigda raised his head and saw Chuyter, the wine merchant, squatting on a branch.

"Follow me, follow me to save your son."

Bigda followed Chuyt into a house deep in the alley, and saw his son in the yard of the house. He was gagged and tied to a wooden stake. A teenage boy was sitting Next to him, he was trimming his nails.

Chuitt stepped forward and said: "Sir, he is Bigda, the second in command of the thieves gang."

"Second in command? What an awkward position," Manda shook her head and said, "Do you want to be the first in command?"

Bigda did not hear Manda's words. He knelt on the ground and cried bitterly: "Sir, I beg you to let my son go."

"I also wanted to let him go, but I could never find a suitable reason. These three men bullied a poor girl and ruined her into a human being. Shouldn't they be killed?"

"I beg you, please!" Bigda put his head on the ground and kept pleading.

Manda seemed to relent: "Well, young people are inevitably a little naughty. What's more, this is a business, and they also paid money. So be it. I want to see Hamis, but his mansion is full of traps. Can you Do you want to find a way to get me in?"