Why do you want to call me

Including himself too.

The soldier weighed the coins in his hands. These few hundred dills could make him happy for a long time in the special zone.

Otherwise, his military salary alone would not even be enough to raise money for a wife.

The soldier thought of the officer's officer, who was a small nobleman.

He is stronger than him, and people without status and background dare not speak loudly in front of him, for fear of being put on small shoes.

Why wasn't he born aristocrat?

He stopped his fugue and returned to reality.

There was not even a trace of the cargo ship, even if there were vicious gangsters on it.

What does it have to do with him?

If something really happened, to be held accountable, just drill into the sewer.

Chapter 52 I just jumped from here

"Grumbling--"

The test tube in Ji Yan's hand was emitting tiny bubbles.

This is another mysterious reagent, the effect is to promote the operation of its own mysterious power.

The bright sunlight poured on the test bench through the glass, bringing a bit of warmth.

The autumn rain was still slightly chilly a few days ago, but it didn't take long before the hot temperature returned.

The vesicles in the test tube became less and less, until they were completely calm, and the color was light purple.

Ji Yan put it under the sunlight, and the reagent radiated some brilliant brilliance.

The mysterious reagent was successfully produced.

He took out the box containing the reagents and carefully placed it inside.

This is related to the level of the usual scores, so it is natural to be cautious.

After Ji Yan finished everything, he looked at the podium in front of him. There was no one on it, and the people who had been sitting there in the past were nowhere to be seen.

Professor Salom obviously didn't come to the laboratory today, and he seemed to have something else to do after hearing from Victor.

……

Blue Mountain Cafe.

The gray wall is covered with vines, although it has entered autumn, but it does not show any withered yellow color, it is still emerald green and straight.

The breeze blows, the branches and leaves sway.

There was the sound of a piano floating from the back room, with a hint of melodious and lazy.

"Snapped!"

It was the sound of sugar cubes falling into the coffee, but there was no splash, as if it had stopped.

A silver spoon stirred slowly in the white cup, forming a vortex.

"Have you really made up your mind not to go back?"

Some frivolous male voices broke the good and quiet atmosphere of the cafe.

A man shook the coffee in his hand and asked a friend opposite him.

The man is about 40 to [-] years old, with a handsome face.

The friend touched the top of his shiny head with his hand, thought for a moment, and then replied with a silly smile: "Of course."

The man was probably quite satisfied with the answer, with a pleasant smile on his face.

"How long have you been away from there, what's there to go back to?"

He took a sip of his coffee, looked at his friend and smiled.

"Not really, I still miss it."

Professor Salom had a face full of memories, and at the same time had a difficult choice between white granulated sugar and cube sugar. In the end, he chose white granulated sugar.

"Looking at your appearance, you must be promoted to Morning Star." The man was a little curious about this.

"Well... it should be soon." Professor Salom said, pouring a lot of white sugar into the coffee.

Hearing this, the man curled his lips, but it was not addressed to Professor Salom.

"Someone must have been looking for you these days."

"I didn't hold you back when I pushed you out before, but now it's all right."

"Seeing that you are going to be promoted to Morning Star, one or two have come to your door, right?"

The man continued to drink the coffee in his hand, looking at the scenery outside the glass window, with a dissatisfied tone.

There is a green shade outside the window, and there are several figures walking around here.

This is a relatively famous coffee shop in the imperial capital. The place is quiet and stylishly decorated. Drinking coffee here is a kind of enjoyment.

Therefore, many people want to drink a cup of special coffee here.

However, the daily quota of Blue Mountain Café is small, and you need to make an appointment to queue up.

And men, because of their privileges, can guarantee that they can drink a cup of coffee here from time to time.

"I'm so envious."

The man's factor content is only 0.9 now, and he is still close to the realm where the mysterious factor is integrated with himself.

Obviously they all practiced together with him, but now he is about to be promoted to Morning Star, and he is nowhere near reaching the threshold of 1.

Why is there such a big gap between people?

The man stopped thinking about it, he was afraid of hitting his self-confidence again.

"There is nothing to be envious of. I was able to reach the threshold of the morning star because a student helped me."

Professor Salom said with a smile, and took a sip of coffee by the way, feeling the mellow and sweet taste in his mouth, and squinted his eyes involuntarily.

"Haha, hearing you say that, I envy you even more."

The man laughed.

"By the way, you ran out anyway."

Professor Salom looked at the man curiously.

Both he and the man were from the army, and he resigned because he was excluded.

And what about men?

"You've been stuck at 1, and I've been stuck at 0.9. Those poor nobles, because I don't have the so-called noble blood, think I'm in the way."

"*****!"

The man was born as a civilian, but he was able to enter the army because of his mysterious talent.

He couldn't help complaining in front of his friend, and when he scolded the nobleman, he suddenly remembered that his friend was also a nobleman.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to scold you."

Professor Salom knew this friend's temper, so he didn't take it to heart.

"Then where do you work now?"

"The secret department of the empire not only pays well, but also has various hidden benefits." The man shrugged. "Except for a little more risk, everything is fine."

Professor Salom looked at his friend who pretended to be indifferent with a complicated expression, and didn't know how to comfort him for a while.

Now there is no war between empires at all, and the army has become one of the gold-plated places for most noble children, with a very high safety factor.

But the secret department of the empire is different. The benefits are good, but the casualty rate once reached 70.00%. Joining it is equivalent to stepping half a foot into the grave.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot I still have business to do."

The man finished drinking the coffee and put it on the table. Now he has become the most hated appearance.

"Our boss wants to invite you to join the secret department, starting with the management class."

His tone was a bit sour. After working for so long, he was only a second-level employee, and there was still a layer of first-level employees away from the management.

And Professor Salom's initial stage was an existence beyond his reach.

Professor Salom said that he would think about it when he went back, which was equivalent to a disguised rejection.

"That's it, I'll pass your opinion on to the boss then."

The man got up and said goodbye to his friend.

As soon as he left the door of the coffee shop, he received a message.

"What, let me go to the slums to wipe the ass of the nobles?"

The man's face was gloomy, and he pointed to the steps in front of him.

"I, even if I jump from here, I won't go!"

Chapter 53 The Black Market Merchant

An unspeakable smell lingers in the air for a long time, and it seems to be mixed with various strange gases.

There were puddles of water left on the road, which turned into puddles of mud after being trampled by many people.

Step down, mud splashes.

When it was about to touch the delicate clothes, it suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then slid to the ground.

The man looked at the twisted and narrow street, slightly lost in thought.

He still remembers that when he was only five or six years old, he ran around with a group of bastards, and was finally driven home by his mother wielding a wooden stick.

Eyes flow on every object here, some of them have been damaged and replaced, and some have completely disappeared.

However, most of the familiar things remain there without any change, as if time has also been paused here.

Thinking of this, the corner of the man's mouth was a little bitter for a while.

This means that the slums have not changed in the slightest from the beginning to the end.

It was what it was decades ago, and it is still what it is now.

Driven by various industries in the past few decades, the imperial capital has been thriving, high-rise buildings have sprung up, and countless novelty things have been placed on the table, becoming a little decoration in the lights of thousands of houses.

But the slums seem to be independent of the world, without transparent and shiny glass, and without smooth and orderly roads.

Everything is so dilapidated.

A man's feelings about the slums are very complicated, because he was born here and has an almost natural kindness.

But it was also the place he kept wanting to escape from.

Given the chance, no one would want to stay here.

The man walked inside, stepping over a sewer.

The entrance to the sewers was bubbling and bubbling, and there was a whiff of white smoke, with a hint of exhilarating smell.

After seeing his bright clothes, pairs of eyes quickly moved away to avoid any trouble.

But there are still quite a few children, either through the gaps between the windows, or hiding behind the adults, with pure eyes, curiously observing this man who doesn't fit in with the slums.

Quickly pass through the alleys that twist and turn, and it seems that even the sun can't get in.

Following the information given by his superiors, the man came to a small courtyard.

The gate of the courtyard was already crowded with people, bustling and bustling, leaving no gaps.

Most of them were obviously from the slums, with ragged clothes, gray faces, chapped lips, and it seemed that blood could be seen.

There was some despair in his eyes looking towards the yard.

They are all people who want to escape from this place, but for various reasons, they can only seek help from smuggling traders in the black market.

Not far from them, stood a few figures in black robes, even wearing a mask on their faces.