Full-time insurance agent

Walking on the streets of the rubble area, I feel like the heat is gradually leaving.

Especially the children on the street are even more crazy, because the school is about to start in a few days, and the days of worry-free play are numbered.

The scene in the middle of last night seemed to be happening before his eyes. Feifan, who had not slept all night, rushed to the tavern in the rubble area early in the morning. If Anthony had not left York, the tavern would have been his home.

Most taverns are open in the afternoon, except for a few fake taverns that serve breakfast and lunch. Unfortunately, Little Henry's tavern is a real one.

"Bang bang bang"

They are all acquaintances, so they probably won't show any signs of breaking down the door. If you dare to show off to others, just tell old Henry as much as you can the next time you see him.

With a solid psychological foundation, Fei Fei opened the door of the tavern without scruples.

"Zhi Niu"

The heavy tavern door was opened from the inside, and little Henry, with sleepy eyes, looked at Fei Fei angrily.

"I said, Mr. Feifan, do you know what time it is? My tavern will open in the afternoon! Thank you, goodbye!"

Putting one foot through the crack of the door, Feifan Shengsheng squeezed in.

"Haha, now that you're awake, let's have a glass of champagne! I'll make a surprise inspection to see if you've mixed my wine with water!"

Without taking two steps, a familiar background appeared in Extraordinary's sight.

"Tsk, tsk, how much wine did you drink? Oh my god! One, two, three."

Anthony, who was lying on the bar, could not answer Fei Fei, only his snoring echoed in the empty tavern.

"Hey Henry, was this guy here last night? Drinking all night?"

"Yeah", wiping his face with a wet towel, little Henry looked disgusted.

"I opened my door in the middle of the night and saw strips of cloth hanging all over my body that looked like they were fished out of bloody water. I thought this guy was here before he died to pay for the drink!"

"I didn't see a cent of the money, but my bathroom was decorated with a lot of money, and a whole set of clothes was put on it."

"I asked why this suit of clothes is so small. I thought he snatched it from some child. The feelings are yours!"

Ignoring the extraordinary joke, he pushed out a glass of champagne from the bar, and little Henry walked into the tavern.

"The door is locked. You can talk about it when this guy wakes up. I'm going to sleep now. If you have nothing to do, don't disturb me!"

Is this old Henry's biological child? Why is there such a huge contrast in personality? You won't have any friends like this, okay?

Sitting next to Anthony, sipping a sweet soda, he took out a book "Self-cultivation of an Insurer" and started reading.

"Really calm and low-key high-end insurance agents. Except for major festivals, few of them wear silver high-end hooded robes."

"Black has always been the main color on the altar of order. The God of Order places hope in the darkness, and the Lord of Darkness brings fear in the darkness."

A thin booklet was read quickly, and Anthony was still awake.

Another book "Advanced Insurer Skills: Detailed Explanation of Teleportation" appeared in Feifan's hands.

What is written in the book is correct, teleportation is a skill that only becomes available when insurance agents advance to advanced levels.

The "flash" of skills that I had already mastered as an intermediate insurance engineer were not mentioned in any books at all.

Even when he asked Priest Ladonna for help, he didn't get a definite answer.

The more he advanced, the more doubtful Fei Fei became about this world. This world was too chronological.

The world at the end of the Elf Era is the current real world. Not many people know about the events of the first two eras.

The golden space prompted the advancement requirements for the Grand Underwriter. There were ten insurance contracts worth one hundred amethyst coins. Feifan wondered whether he could be promoted to the Grand Underwriter in his lifetime.

Those who can afford one hundred amethyst coins to buy an insurance are either princes or nobles, or wealthy businessmen from aristocratic families.

There is a long way to go.

At noon, little Henry, the lazy fellow, got up, but Anthony was still sleeping soundly.

No, Feifan can only leave first. As long as Henry's tavern does not close down, there is a high probability that he will meet Anthony here.

It wasn't until Fei Fei was far away that Anthony raised his head, picked up the glass with remaining wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Why are you avoiding him? I always thought this was your approved successor!"

Little Henry, who was wiping the wine glass with a white towel at the bar, asked Anthony calmly.

"What should I do if I don't hide? Facing the person who saved me twice, if this kid asks me why I was imprisoned, do you think I won't tell you?"

After looking down and thinking for a while, little Henry laughed.

"You will definitely say it, but you know that saying it may get him into the swamp of the fraternity, so you pretend to be asleep!"

"Hey, little Henry, our fraternity is not a swamp."

Facing little Henry's sarcastic lips, Anthony didn't know how to defend himself.

"Well, even if it is a swamp, it is still the swamp of the Olanto royal family. Sooner or later it will be submerged in the boundless darkness."

Facing his only friend in York, Anthony did not want to talk about his lofty ideals.

"What are your plans? Lord Anthony, you are now a wanted traitor in the kingdom. It seems that you are also a traitor to the Brotherhood."

Speechless, I could only pour another glass and continue to soothe my sorrows.

"The president and vice-president are missing, and the arbitrators have taken control of the voice of the York City Brotherhood. Now that the opposition has died, I can only do my best to prevent this disaster."

"You? A high-level magic swordsman, you really think you are the savior. How many 'double lance' knights can you block? How many blood-word knights? On the other hand, your big sword cuts the brotherhood's erection. Can you do it on the neck?"

"Of course he can't do it! If he can do it, he won't be the Anthony I know anymore."

The two-way door at the door opened and closed back and forth, and Fei Fei, who had left and returned, stood in the shadow in front of the door.

Anthony, who smiled bitterly, seemed to have forgotten his identity as an extraordinary magician. Even if he was standing on the opposite side of the street outside the tavern, the tavern was within the range of extraordinary magic perception.

"Sit down and have a drink?"

Without waiting for Fei Fei's answer, Anthony poured himself a glass and pushed it in front of Fei Fei.

"How much did you hear?"

"I listened to everyone who could listen and couldn't!"

Honesty has always been an extraordinary fault.

"Well, that's what you heard!"

Picking up the wine glass, Fei Fei looked at little Henry and hesitated to speak.

"You guys talk, you guys talk, I'll go to the back to see if the gas has been replenished enough today."

When little Henry's figure disappeared behind the door, Fei Fei immediately informed Anthony about the night attack by the Brotherhood's top brass and the kidnapping of Trunks.

"Huh, magician? They should have come from the royal capital, and the magic archer from yesterday should be the arbiter's support. Unexpectedly, a seventh-level magician fell on a fifth-level magic swordsman. In hand."

The process is not important, what is important is the result.

The magicians killed by Elf Claire are equivalent to those she killed herself.

Why? Just because Claire was picked up by a friend in the market.

"Factional struggles have appeared since the gods came to this continent. Radicals and conservatives are naturally opposed to each other. You don't need to pay too much attention to the Brotherhood. Generally speaking, the Brotherhood is still very gentle to ordinary people!"

mild? Extraordinary, I was freezing that night.

"Anyway, if you have nothing to do these days, just stay at home. The City Hall and the Grand Duke's Palace are both targets of attack by the Brotherhood. If there are still wise men in the major guild organizations, they will not provoke them easily."

"Be careful. After some time, I will teach you some of the magic swordsman's experiences."

Still being kicked out, Anthony was determined not to allow Fei Fei to get involved in this life-risking experience.

The magic academy is about to start training soon. Wouldn’t it be nice to teach schoolwork, talk about love, and do some things that young people should do?

In fact, Anthony misunderstood Fei Fei, who was so concerned about the Brotherhood only out of concern for his friends.

There is also a raging desire for revenge, and he almost died because he was looking for some unpleasant troubles.

Maybe Anthony was pretending to be confused and not letting Feifan get involved too much, just to protect him.

On the way home, Feifei heard the noise coming from his yard before he even entered the door.

He rushed to the backyard, and the scene in front of him made Feifan's jaw drop.

The four benches were originally arranged in pairs, but now they are arranged in four directions.

The neighbor's young master Percy put his hands on a harp, his expression was intoxicated, and the beautiful notes were beating around the extraordinary.

I didn't expect that this Percy had such an artistic side.

There is no harm without comparison.

Gu Lie held a recorder with the orchid fingers of his hands. The simple monosyllable notes could at least keep up with Percy's rhythm.

The tambourine is held in Dosta's hand, like a miniature child's toy, and it seems to be playing in the middle.

The instrument assigned to the fat man was a polyphonic wood, and a small round-headed copper hammer was used to gently hit the syllables in the fat man's hand.

Discovered by the keen Gu Lie, the four-person ensemble was suspended.

"Sir, Percy climbed over the wall and came in right after you left early in the morning! After waiting for you for a long time, we started playing musical instruments."

Well, the whole thing looks weird, and everything has the same look.

Thinking of something, Feifei tossed around in the space for a while, and a harmonica appeared in his hand.

It's longer and flatter than the harmonica in Feifan's memory, but the homesickness it plays is just as mind-numbing.

"Extraordinary, come here, try my elf harp. This "Eshid's Harp" was made by the great king of art. The elf Asheed took three years to make it. The sound quality is extraordinary."

He fiddled with a few strings at random, and sure enough, only a good harp is worthy of a great troubadour.

"What kind of music is this? Does it sound upbeat?"

"'March of the Knights of Light: Breaking Dawn'"

The tone is suitable for joyful and light tunes. Percy may have come to Fei Fei just to discuss the possibility of becoming a troubadour.

The returning Fei Fei did not want to tell Gu Lie and the others more about the brotherhood.

Being friends and enemies is just a matter of words, and the accompanying question is whether you can resist it.

It's not just a matter of getting beaten up, playing with Chacha will kill someone. Let alone returning to his hometown, whether he can be reincarnated in this land is a question.

Feifan, who temporarily abandoned his worries, soon learned the marching song: Daybreak.

There was laughter and laughter in the small courtyard, as well as the sound of Ai Ai's musical instruments.

I have guests, harp blowing Sheng!