Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 80 Still Can't Make a Title

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A moist, brackish sea breeze blows through the port of the City of Generosity, flowing past hard-working fishermen and porters like sea water.

Richard Ernst wore an old windbreaker-style long woolen coat and a half-new scarf, and carried his small suitcase to the Bayam intelligence agency that Garland De told.It not only sells information here, but also occasionally pimps between adventurers and pirates.

But it is limited to mutual introduction, because the intermediary cannot guarantee whether the two parties will cooperate sincerely.It is not uncommon for the adventurer to be killed quietly if it is carried to the sea, or to go to a hidden place to kill the pirates. These things are not uncommon, so the intermediary service is often not opened.

With a Fusac-like face, Richard, who looked ordinary and ordinary, did not attract much attention when he first entered the tavern. Only a few Extraordinary people with high inspiration gave him a few more glances.After reporting the code and Garland De's name, the waiter entered the hidden annex building of the tavern in the name of taking him to see the wine.In the basement of the brewery, the old man was still unrelentingly fierce. The old intelligence dealer with several scars on his face sized him up, stretched out his hand, and hissed, "Deposit."

"I haven't said my request yet." Richard looked at him with a smile, without waiting for his answer, "I am a member of a research organization, and I need a boat to conduct research and fishing in certain sea areas. "

"Secret organization?" Hearing this, the information dealer thought for a while, "So, what you need is a boat and enough manpower. If you don't buy information, the intermediary fee will be 10% of the final employment fee."

Richard skillfully began to bargain: "10%? Sir, this is too expensive. I heard from Mr. Garland that your intermediary service can fail at least six times out of ten, and all the pirates you introduce are Desperado. I think 8% is enough. I should have asked Mr. Garland De to help me, but this operation is very dangerous, and I don’t want to drag him down. Hehe, believe me, even 8% is enough You are lucky to have done this business."

The intelligence dealer looked at him like an idiot, and his disdain was beyond words: "Boy, this is not a vegetable market, this is Bayam, the city of generosity that can do whatever you want. If you didn't know that gentleman well, I should have chopped it down now." Soak your head in Sonia blood wine!"

Richard thought for a while, and felt that there is really no need to do anything now. If an old-fashioned information dealer just disappears, his person in charge will be very distressed before he can compete for a suitable candidate. He is not very willing to deal with Lingjiao group contacts.Thinking about it again, anyway, the money can be reimbursed to the teacher, so I might as well be more straightforward——He put on a very sincere smile like a spring flower: "It's really scary, I think you are also a famous big pirate. Okay , 10% is 10%, please contact me with a suitable pirate team."

The intelligence dealer had completely thought that he was an inexperienced idiot, yet he could say something like the pirate team, and couldn't help mocking him: "If you really have that much money, go hire four kings and seven generals!"

Richard replied very seriously: "It is possible, but I don't want to have anything to do with them."

The intelligence dealer was at a loss for words for a while, and had nothing to say to this innocent boy: "Then tell me your requirements and price."

"This is a relatively dangerous mission, and I personally hope to be able to return before December. I want to return to China before the year."

Richard said solemnly, the intelligence dealer suddenly felt that the sloppy and random pirate signs on his body had turned into a formal suit, the turban had become a top hat, and the dagger in his hand had become a quill pen. He should not be in Bayam's underground intelligence station Here, it should be in an office in a certain city, a strange feeling made him uncomfortably change to a more serious sitting posture:
"My budget is sufficient, and I will pay in Ruen gold pounds. I will pay [-] pounds in advance when I go to sea, and I will add another [-] pounds if I return smoothly. In addition, I hope that the pirate team I hire is also extraordinary, and they can't be too low, and their ships can't be too bad. , otherwise it is very likely to be damaged during the mission.”

The intelligence dealer was speechless: "What do you think I am here?"

Richard frowned: "Can't you find it?"

"You kid..."

Just as the intelligence dealer was about to lose his temper, one of his subordinates ran from the door and made a gesture of "there are guests outside".He felt that he had indeed been chatting with this tall boy for a while, so he memorized these needs perfunctorily, and waved his hand to see off the guests: "Go, leave a room... You were introduced by the gatekeeper, then I Just contact the gatekeeper directly. If there is any news, you will be notified, huh, if there are really pirates willing to take your job."

Richard expressed his understanding, and then left through the back door.

After He left, the next person who came in wore a dark headband casually, and his dark blue hair, curled like seaweed, was casually draped over his shoulders.As soon as he came in, he went straight to the intelligence dealer's table, and said in a low voice: "...Is there no news about the disappearance of slaves in the Southern Continent?"

"Captain Ghost, you are too impatient, you just asked last week."

"You know I care a lot about this."

"But I really can't find any information about this, and the slave trader you are looking for can't be found, as if he fell into the sea with those he sold." After playing Tai Chi with Alger, and going back and forth with each other for a few words, the intelligence dealer suddenly had an idea and casually mentioned:
"But you came just in time, I have a business here."

Alger frowned and sneered: "Is there anyone else who dares to do intermediary business with you? Who is so rich and not afraid of death?"

"He wants a team with Extraordinary people, a strong ship, and go to sea to do some investigations." The information dealer said, "The end of the year, Loen's currency settlement, the reward starts at 500, of course, I have 10% of it .”

This price made Alger raise his eyebrows, and couldn't help but think about it.As one of the "captains" of the Church of Storms playing pirates outside, it's perfectly fine to take on private jobs appropriately, and it can also earn some information for the church.Moreover, the generous remuneration will make the sailors willing to cover up for the captain and report false accounts, because they can naturally get a salary for pleasure.

It's a fat sheep.Alger didn't refuse: "I'll think about it."

But he didn't plan to go through information dealers. The 10% handling fee would cost him a lot of money. Alger was going to use his contacts to contact the buyers who made the request, so that he could leave more for himself.

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"Amon, do you want to go for a walk?"

"What? No, I haven't finished the book yet..."

"you think."

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On Saturday night, Klein was simply preparing dinner for himself in the kitchen when he suddenly heard a light knock on the oriel window on the first floor.He turned his head and saw a crow.

This crow is very weird, black all over, but with a white eye circle on the right eye, and a small black pointed wizard hat on its head. It seems to be domesticated.The crow stood on Klein's window sill with a small scroll in its mouth, and knocked on the window with its wings spiritually. When Klein opened the window, it jumped to the side to prevent itself from being scratched by the window.This crow doesn't scream strangely, it's as quiet as a black chicken.

"Messenger?" Klein was very curious, looking at the rolled up note in the crow's mouth, "Is this for me?"

The crow tilted its head and looked at him for a while, then let go of its mouth in front of Klein, allowing the scroll to fall into Klein's palm, and stepped back very politely.But he didn't leave. Instead, he lay down on the window sill, as if he was waiting for Klein to open the note or even reply to the letter. This made the fortune-teller even more interested. This spiritual appearance made him more sure that the person in front of him was definitely not a A purely domesticated animal is at least as extraordinary a creature as Miss Justice's pet dog.

It just... looks familiar...

Where do you think you've seen it before?But can't remember.

Klein unfolded the note and saw the neat Loen language:
"How are you doing now? I want to visit you at dinner time tomorrow, please tell the crow the answer, it can pass it on to me. If it is not convenient tomorrow night, I will visit you another day.

If there is any dish you want to eat, you can also tell the crow. "

Klein glanced at the note in surprise, and then at the crow: "You are Mr. Edward's messenger? (The crow shakes his head) Sure enough, I saw it once before, and I thought it was a cat or a dog (The crow nodded ), so it is possible to have more than one courier? (The crow shakes his head)”

The fortuneteller was even more surprised. He was quite moved by the last sentence on the note, but he didn't think it was good to bother Senior Angel.

"Can you really pass it on to Mr. Edward?"

Crow nodded.

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The crow fluttered to the Jowood area and landed on the exterior wall of the villa with a low-key exterior and a luxurious interior.He got in through the small window specially reserved for him, directly below was the super high space that opened up the first, second and third floors.He fell in free fall, quickly recovered his human form during the fall, and then stood firmly on the ground with both feet.

"It smells so good." Amon sniffed it, and stood in the hall on the first floor, looking towards the direction of the kitchen, "What are you doing?"

"Osmanthus cake."

After a few meters, Edward's voice clearly reached his ears. He was full of curiosity about the food he had never heard of before, so he walked quickly to the edge of the restaurant and asked very politely: "Can I sit here? ?”

Owl on a hanging bar: "Coo."

Amon then jumped to the dining table briskly, and sat on the empty chair in an orderly manner.There are some semi-finished products on the table, a piece of dough that has been kneaded and is being sealed and fermented, and a hunter's spirit body is pitifully keeping it warm next to it; boiled shrimp soaked in warm water, and a thin dough is placed next to it; Dough rolls with meat and vegetables... Amon used the ability of a decryption scholar to try to decipher the names of these delicacies while watching, pancakes, shrimp dumplings, rice rolls, custard buns, seafood porridge, crispy sweet cakes...

The mythical creature didn't know whether it was human nature to look forward to the taste of these foods, but it was undeniable that the foods of the old days made him feel very novel.After waiting for a short while, a voice came from the restaurant telling him to steal the steamer and the oven for 45 minutes and half an hour respectively.

Edward stood in front of the stacked drawers with his arms folded. Amon looked at the strange food utensils that were stacked one upon another and constantly emitting a lot of steam, and asked, "Is this a special cooking prop in the old days? It looks like It is used for steaming and cooking, and each layer can hold a lot of food."

Edward hummed.

After Amon accurately stole the necessary time, he opened the top steamer, and the rough pastry inside was just cooked, with light yellow petals intermingled between the layers.The white water vapor is mixed with a faint sweet fragrance, filling the kitchen like a mist.

Edward cut a whole round pastry into eight pieces, took out one piece, sprinkled some special sweet-scented osmanthus honey water on it, put it on a plate, and handed it to Amon.

Amon looked at the pastry in his hand and felt that he should cut a piece with a fork, but this kind of elastic food was not suitable for a knife and fork.So he carefully broke off a piece with his hands and put it in his mouth.

"Delicious." He chewed and said, "The sweetness is very light, like tea, the dough is very elastic, and the taste is different from bread and cake. Is it because of the different production methods? Can I have another piece?"

"Yes." Edward nodded, and the drawers and ovens behind him were opened layer by layer. The phantom spirits took out the freshly baked food in an orderly manner, decorated and plated them one by one, and then sent them to the oven before the master's footsteps. On the dining table, a table of various delicacies was quickly placed.

The semi-finished products were packed to the other side of the table. Edward picked up a piece of shrimp dumpling and put it in his mouth, and asked Amon who was sitting across from him, who ate a bite of every dish: "Did you find anything from Klein Moretti?"

"I didn't see anything, maybe it wasn't there, or maybe it wasn't time." Amon scooped up a spoonful of porridge with mushroom and fish fillets, happily enjoying the cultural crystallization of the old civilization, "He agreed to your invitation... Huh, it smells so good, I don't think you need to ask him what he wants to eat, these things should be something that people in the old days couldn't refuse, and neither can I."

"By the way, some plants don't exist at all. How did you restore them?"

"It's not that it doesn't exist."

Edward stretched out his hand with his palm facing upwards, and his arm quickly became dark and dry, as if it had become a sculpture of a piece of dead wood.The fingers turned into roots, tiny vines and branches grew from the place where the veins were originally, entangled together and grew upwards into light-colored branches, and a small tree grew out of Edward's palm.Then the branches grew green leaves and bloomed pink-white flowers that Amon had never seen before, and then suddenly collapsed when they were at their peak.The branches still hung with flowers turned into smoke and dispersed, and a few small petals just fell on the pastry and porridge in front of Amon.

"Some are indeed extinct."

"But there are some worlds that don't exist here."

"I fished them out of the records of civilization and re-given the 'possibility' of growth. "His arm turned back to normal skin color, as if nothing had happened, just a few more fallen flowers.

Amon was thoughtful: "Maybe you can see the answer you want in him, what possibility do you see in me?"

The god took a deep look at him and ate slowly.

"In you, I see the starry sky."

"Just you. You have the possibility to go there. You also have the possibility to become my student."

TBC
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What should this chapter be called? The first half is called "Look at the Angels for Bargaining", and the second half is called "Look at the Gods Cooking"... So the structural characteristics of this article are really not suitable for every chapter. name……

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