Enforcer's Handbook

The night in Silvermoon Harbor was the same as ever.

The "Emperor" was sitting in a bar by the sea, with snacks unique to coastal cities on the table.

Fish freshly caught from the sea only need to be simply processed, and paired with dipping sauces such as vinegar and mustard, which is the favorite dinner of the people of Silver Moon Hong Kong.

The fishing boats that went out have returned, and as night falls, it is the most lively time here.

Not only did he taste the seafood platter, he also analyzed the ingredients of all the ingredients.

Even after his tongue and taste buds were replaced with prosthetics, the "Emperor" still retained his past habits. He liked the feeling of sitting in a bar at night, watching the customers coming and going, and occasionally listening to them talk about his recent past. Funny things they have experienced, drinking with friends and bragging after a hard day's work are the life of people in Silvermoon Port.

The noise in the bar makes the "Emperor" feel like he has entered another world every time.

There are no prison-like high-rise buildings here, nor is there a cunning workplace environment. People's lives are so simple that they are almost primitive. Although they live in the same era, they seem to live in two parallel worlds.

On this day in Silvermoon Port, he also heard a lot about Cuenca's deeds.

In fact, the arrival of the expeditionary force inevitably brought turmoil to this quiet and peaceful port city. Nine out of ten people who responded to the conscription were gang members with long criminal records. Facing the civilians of Silvermoon Port who had no ability to protect themselves, , some of them soon revealed their true nature.

But Cuenca showed his iron fist.

He seriously dealt with those who caused trouble in Silvermoon Port, promulgated a series of new laws, and established good relations with the locals through assistance and cooperation. Most residents of Silvermoon Port now regard him as a border guard. The generals came to take a look, and their arrival helped the local residents solve the problem of pirates.

Just a few days before the "Emperor" came to Silvermoon Port, Kunca led his men to destroy the pirates entrenched on the island not far from Silvermoon Port. Their heroic deeds were widely spread in Silvermoon Port.

However, this is very different from the coalition government's propaganda about these rebels.

In the propaganda within the coalition government, the rebels burned, killed, and looted Silvermoon Port without committing any crimes, and Cuenca himself was no less a tyrant than Eschenweg.

Public opinion seems to be secretly paving the way for one day to crusade against the rebel leader Cuenca and save the people of Silvermoon Harbor from the fire and water.

The "Emperor" believed more in what he saw with his own eyes.

So he decided to stay here and not deal with Cuenca as a coalition government rescuer.

Not long after, someone came to his table. After sitting down, he picked up the small wine he ordered and poured himself a glass.

"It seems you like it here."

This person, who looked to be in her early thirties, crossed her legs after sitting down. The lady-like woman drank all the wine in her glass and said, "Why don't you consider settling down here? Everyone. They all like you very much...Tsk, why do you always drink alcohol with such a low alcohol content?"

The name of the woman sitting across the table is unknown, but everyone in the town calls her "Seagull."

Like him, they are all people who are used to code names.

She is the only information dealer in the town and the most well-informed person in the entire Silver Moon Port. She knows a thing or two about the movements of the Eclipse Cult and the Barossa Group. It is said that she was a member of the Barossa Group when she was young. The mercenary quit the Barossa Group after the Shangjiao War and settled in Silvermoon Port.

So despite her appearance, she looks only in her early thirties, but her actual age is probably much older than most people in Silvermoon Port.

The "Emperor" remembered the first time he came to Silvermoon Port.

At that time, the "Seagull" was sitting opposite him, arrogantly putting his boots on the table, hoping that he would leave Silvermoon Port as soon as possible, because the people here did not welcome weirdos like him.

This is not to blame for the residents of the town. The "Emperor" knows that with his current appearance, anyone who sees him will treat him as Frankenstein. Because of this, the people of Silvermoon Harbor affectionately call him Frank Frankenstein. Ken.

Franken is the name he used when walking in neutral countries, and Weird is the impression people here have of him.

After helping the people of Silvermoon Harbor fight off the pirates, the people finally accepted him.

"How's the matter I asked you to inquire about?"

"Before that, I would like to ask you first." "Seagull"'s eyes suddenly became sharp, and he asked without answering, "Tide Cult, what are you asking about them for?"

You must know that in Silver Moon Port, even the most devout Lunar Eclipse cultists will not go to trouble the Tide Cult.

They are one of the very few believers who can coexist peacefully in the same area while maintaining different beliefs.

"I have my own reasons."

"But you should know that anyone who has anything to do with the Tide Cult will end up with nothing good in the end."

"I know."

The atmosphere fell into silence, and the two looked at each other across the table for a long time. The "Seagull" finally sighed and said, "A group of people did come to Silver Moon Port not long ago, but they did not stay at the port. They took the tide that night. The church's ship went to the Misty Islands. Judging from their appearance, they were not locals or members of the Tide Cult... As for their identities and why they came, I don't know. You know I don't like to get involved with them. matter."

In addition to establishing a stronghold in Silver Moon Port, another job of the Tide Cult is to develop local believers to believe in their Lord of the Tides.

In the early years, many people joined the church due to their propaganda.

Those who join the religion will be taken to the Misty Islands.

But as far as "Seagull" knows, those port residents who went to the Misty Islands never came back here, and their families have never been able to contact them since.

God knows if they really arrived at the Misty Islands or if they were thrown out of the boat and fed to the fish at sea.

The "Emperor" didn't answer, just stared at her calmly.

After hesitating for a long time, "Seagull" said again, "The person in charge of the Tide Cult here is called Father Gaudel. He is responsible for the publicity and initiation ceremonies. If you want to board the ship to the Misty Islands, , it must be done with his consent.”

She seemed to be worried that the "Emperor" didn't know what this meant, and added, "Only Tide Cultists can board that ship. No matter what your purpose is in going to the Misty Islands, this is not a good idea."

"Thanks, 'Seagull'."

A light blue halo flashed in the eyes of the "Emperor". Almost at the same time, the "Seagull" received a reminder that the account had been received. The information fee was the same as before, and even some tips were added because it involved the Tide Cult.

But it was this transfer that made many of the words "Seagull" wanted to say get stuck in his throat.

For a tipster, Franken would be a good customer.

She communicates smoothly, has clear goals, and spends generously. She never cares about trivial issues, but... maybe deep down in her heart, she doesn't want their relationship to stop at being an information dealer and a client, which is why she repeatedly He repeatedly persuaded the other party not to investigate the cause of the Tide Cult.

For selfish reasons, she hoped that this weirdo could stay in Silvermoon Harbor for a long time, or even settle here.

After an unknown amount of time, "Seagull" sighed.

She poured herself another glass of wine, raised her glass and said, "I wish you all the best."

One hundred and fifty-four of the small theaters:

A certain day of a certain year, a certain day, a Sunday, in the morning.

Lu Xiang is mint flavored.

This was no secret to Song Lan, and he found that Lu Xiang performed very stably, smelling and smelling the same no matter when he held him.

But he couldn't understand the principle at all.

"Lao Lu, are there any prosthetics on the market that can produce body odor?"

This morning, in the spirit of scientific research, he asked Lu Xiang for the first time the questions he had always had. He secretly observed Lu Xiang for a long time and confirmed that she never used perfume.

Therefore, the omnipotent prosthetic body seems to be the only answer.

"I guess so. Why do you ask me so suddenly, do you want a transplant?"

Lu Xiang looked at Song Lan with suspicious eyes. Could it be that he suddenly awakened to a new hobby?

If Song Lan insists on transplanting this kind of prosthetic body...

She could only respect it.

"It's not me, it's a friend of mine."

"Are you sure it's not you?"

"She's my girlfriend."

"Where did you get your girlfriend?"

"Aren't you just..."

"No, have you forgotten? I want to call my wife. Come and read to me, old woman -"

…

"Actually, that's the case. I've always been curious about where the mint smell on your body comes from. I see that you don't use perfume, and you don't usually eat mint candies."

After some entanglement, Song Lan tried to bring the topic back on track.

"I understand." Lu Xiang suddenly realized, "If you want to take a shower with me tonight, don't be so subtle, just say it."

"No, I don't think you get it at all."