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

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

Richard Ernst was wearing the same old windbreaker-style long woolen coat and a half-new scarf. He carried his small suitcase and came to the Bayam intelligence agency informed by Garland De. This place not only sells information, but also occasionally pimps 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 adventurers to be quietly killed when they are transported to the sea, or pirates are killed in a secret place, so intermediary services are often not opened.

With a rather Feysac-like face, Richard, who looked ordinary and ordinary, did not attract many people's attention when he first entered the tavern. Only a few extraordinary people with high inspiration looked at him a few more times. After giving the secret code and Garland De's name, the waiter entered the hidden annex of the tavern in the name of taking him to see the wine. In the basement of the brewery, the old information dealer, who was older but still fierce and had several scars on his face, looked at him, 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 some specific sea areas. "

"A secret organization?" Hearing this, the information dealer thought for a moment, "So, what you need is a ship and enough manpower. If you don't buy information, the agency fee will be 10% of the final hiring fee."

Richard skillfully began to bargain: "10%? Sir, this is too expensive. I heard Mr. Garland say that your intermediary service will fail at least six times out of ten, and all the pirates you introduced will fail." Desperate. I think 8% is enough. I should have asked Mr. Garland to help me, but this operation is very dangerous and I don’t want to drag him down. Haha, 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 palpable: "Boy, this is not a vegetable market, this is Bayam, the city of generosity as you please. If you weren't familiar with that gentleman, I should have cut him off right now. Soak your head in Sunya blood wine and drink it!”

Richard thought about it and felt that there was really no need to take action now. If a veteran intelligence dealer disappeared like this, his person in charge would be very distressed before a suitable candidate could be found. He was not very willing to work with the spiritual sect. group contact. Then he thought again, since the money can be reimbursed to the teacher, he might as well be more relaxed - he put on a very sincere smile like a spring flower: "It's really scary, I guess you are also a famous pirate. Okay. , 10% is 10%, please contact the appropriate pirate team for me."

The information dealer completely felt that he was an idiot with no experience in the world. He could actually say such things as a pirate team. He couldn't help but mocked: "If you really have that much money, go and hire four kings and seven generals!"

Richard answered very seriously: "Yes, yes, but I don't want to have anything to do with them."

The information dealer was speechless for a moment and had nothing to say to this naive boy: "Then tell me your requirements and price."

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

Richard said seriously. The intelligence dealer suddenly felt that the sloppy and casual pirate logo on his body had turned into a formal suit, the turban turned into a top hat, and the dagger in his hand turned into a quill. He should not be in Bayam's underground intelligence station. There, probably in an office in a certain city, a strange feeling made him uncomfortably change his sitting position to a more serious posture:

"I have a sufficient budget, and I will settle the bill in Loen gold pounds. I will pay six hundred pounds in advance when I go to sea, and I will add another two hundred pounds for a successful return. In addition, I hope that the pirate team I hire is also an extraordinary one, and it cannot be too low, and their ship cannot be too bad. , otherwise it is very likely to be damaged during the mission."

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

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

"You kid..."

Just as the information dealer was about to lose his temper, one of his men ran out of the door and made a "there are guests outside" gesture. He felt that he had been chatting with this tall boy for a little too long, so he wrote down these demands perfunctorily, waved his hand and prepared to see the guest off: "You go, stay here... You were introduced by the gatekeeper, then I Just contact the gatekeeper directly. I will notify you if there is news, huh, if there are really pirates willing to take your job."

Richard expressed his understanding and left through the back door.

After He left, the next person who came in wore a dark headband casually, and his dark blue hair, as curly as seaweed, was casually draped over his shoulders. As soon as he came in, he went straight to the information dealer's table and lowered his voice: "...Isn't there any news about the missing slaves in the Southern Continent?"

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

"You know I'm concerned about this."

"But I really can't find any information in this regard, and the slave trader you are looking for is nowhere to be found. It's like he fell into the sea with the people he sold." The intelligence dealer returned to his normal state, and still had room for success. After playing Tai Chi with Alger and exchanging words back and forth for a few times, the information dealer suddenly had an idea and mentioned casually:

"But you came just in time, I have a business here."

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

"He wants a team of Beyonders and a sturdy ship to do some research at sea." The intelligence dealer said, "At the end of the year, Loen's monetary settlement will start at 500, of course, 10% of it will be mine. .”

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 who plays pirates outside, it's perfectly okay to take on private work appropriately, and it can also earn some information for the church. Moreover, the generous remuneration will make sailors willing to cover up for the captain and file false accounts, because they will naturally get a hedonistic salary.

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

But he was not going to go through the information dealer. 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 out for a walk?"

"What? No, I haven't finished reading this 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 gentle knock on the window from the direction of the oriel window on the first floor. He turned his head and saw a crow.

This crow is very strange, it is all black, but there is a white circle on its right eye, and it also wears a small black pointed wizard hat on its head. It looks like it is domesticated. The crow held a small paper roll in its mouth and stood on Klein's window sill. It knocked on the window with its wings very cleverly. When Klein opened the window, it jumped to the side to prevent itself from being scratched by the window. This crow does not crow strangely, it is as quiet as a black chicken.

"Messenger?" Klein was very curious and looked 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 opened its mouth in front of Klein, letting the paper fall into Klein's hand, and stepped back very politely. But he did not leave. Instead, he lay down on the window sill, seemingly waiting for Klein to open the note or even reply. This made the fortune teller even more interested. This spiritual appearance made him more and more certain that the person in front of him was definitely not a person. A purely domesticated animal is at least as extraordinary a creature as Miss Justice's pet dog.

It just... looks a bit familiar...

I always feel like I’ve seen it somewhere? But I can't remember it.

Klein unfolded the note and saw the neat Rune language:

"How are you doing? I want to visit you before dinner time tomorrow. Please tell the answer to the crow, and it can pass it on to me. If it is inconvenient tomorrow night, I will come to visit another day.

If there is anything you want to eat, you can tell the crow. "

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

The fortune teller was even more surprised. He was quite moved by the last sentence on the note, but felt that it would be inappropriate to trouble the senior angel.

"Can you really tell this to Mr. Edward?"

Crow nodded.

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

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

"Osmanthus cake."

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

Owl standing on a hanging bar: "Coo."

Amon then jumped to the dining table with brisk steps and sat on the empty chair in an orderly manner. There are some semi-finished products on the table, a piece of kneaded dough that is being sealed and fermented, and there is a hunter's spirit pitifully keeping it warm next to it; cooked shrimps soaked in warm water are peeled, and a thin sheet of dough is placed next to them; Dough rolls filled with meat and vegetables... As Amon watched, he used the ability of a decryptor to try to decipher the names of these delicacies, pancakes, shrimp dumplings, rice rolls, custard buns, seafood porridge, crispy sweet cakes...

The mythical creature didn't know if it was human nature to look forward to tasting 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, asking him to steal the steamer and oven for forty-five minutes and half an hour respectively.

Edward stood in front of the stacked cages with his arms folded. Amon looked at the strange food utensils that were stacked one on top and constantly emitting a lot of steam, and asked: "Is this a unique cooking prop from the old days? It looks like it It’s 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. The pastry with a rough surface inside was just ripe, with light yellow petals mixed in between the surface layers. The white water vapor is mixed with a faint sweet fragrance, filling the kitchen like mist.

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

Amon looked at the pastry in his hand and felt that he should cut off 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 into his mouth.

"It's delicious." He chewed and said, "The sweetness is very light, just like tea, and the dough is very elastic. The texture is different from bread and cakes. Is it because the making method is different? Can I have another piece?"

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

The semi-finished products were put away to the other side of the table. Edward picked up a piece of shrimp dumpling and put it in his mouth. He asked Amon, who was sitting opposite and took a bite of each dish: "Have you discovered anything about Klein Moretti?"

"I didn't see anything, maybe it wasn't there, or maybe it wasn't the right time." Amon scooped up a spoonful of mushroom and fish fillet porridge, happily enjoying the cultural crystallization of the old civilization, "He agreed to your invitation... Phew, 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 I can’t refuse them either.”

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

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

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

"Some are indeed extinct."

"But some of them don't exist in this world."

"I fished them out from the records of civilization and gave them the "possibility" of growth again. "His arm returned to its normal color, as if nothing had happened, except for a few fallen flowers.

Amon thought thoughtfully: "Perhaps you can see the answer you want in him. What possibilities do you see in me?"

The god looked at him deeply and ate slowly.

"In you, I see the stars."

"It's just you. You have the possibility of going there. You also have the possibility of becoming my student."

TBC

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What should I call this chapter? The first half is called "Come to watch the angels bargain", and the second half is called "Come to watch the foreign gods cook"... So the structural characteristics of this article are really not suitable for each chapter. name……