Steel steam and flame

Collector Xenocellis's face briefly froze, but was immediately melted away by a smile. It was as if nothing had happened. When the topic changed, he obviously wanted to steer the conversation between the two to a side that was beneficial to him. : "I wonder what Mr. Tussos is doing. Historical researcher? Don't you think hiding your identity is disrespectful of the deal between us?"

"This question," Cassia looked troubled and turned her head a little to look at the female bartender standing aside. Not long ago, the counter blocked her body, so she couldn't clearly see her body curves. The first thing that catches my eye is a pair of feet wearing wooden slippers. They are very well-proportioned and delicate. It can be said that they are a perfect product poured from a delicate mold. The body also has standard and artistically beautiful curves. This is not a body that can be shaped just through maintenance and a good daily diet.

When he turned back, Cassia glanced at the bartender from the corner of his eyes, but met a pair of bright eyes. The other party was also observing him unabashedly from the side. He was very well hidden and as perfect as his figure. Only now did Cassia feel the obvious touch.

He didn't show any expression, as if he just turned his head slightly. In fact, Cassia didn't know what kind of expression she should show to express her apology for her rude behavior just now.

Looking at Xenocelis again, Cassia continued his own words: "I think everyone must have the answer in their hearts. Mr. Xenocelis, I just want to come here to trade. As you just said, knowing these things It's not much, I hope the transaction can be completed as soon as possible." Taking out the golden bank card, Cassia looked at Xenocellis sincerely, but couldn't see anything. The experience accumulated over time cannot be broken in a short time.

Senoselis wanted to answer, and immediately looked away from Cassia and looked behind him.

Cassia was vaguely aware of it, turned her eyes, and followed the female bartender walking towards the stairs to the back. There were two people standing there, one also looked middle-aged and the other was very young.

"Xenoselis, you didn't act according to the rules just now." The middle-aged man said, looking at Cassia, "Mr. Tussos, I apologize to you for the behavior of my subordinates. Next, I will complete the relationship with you. Your deal.”

Xenocellis stood up and left the table, standing next to the female bartender. The prestige on his body suddenly disappeared, like dust washed away by heavy rain, and he fell silent.

"Zimmer." The man said his name, and he immediately stretched out his hand to open the box. The third and fifth volumes of "Ancient Ruins Insights" lay quietly inside, "We are not those who think about black people in the dark world. People who eat black food, as we have a strong desire for knowledge, have strong self-control in doing things." Cassia nodded, and when handing over the bank card, he took the opportunity to change his posture and tightened his body appropriately.

"Ni Liya." is the name of the bartender. Ni Liya brought over a portable machine, but it was as big as a black box. It was a portable transfer machine issued by Golden Bank. It relied on radio and two-way combination password to complete the circulation of money.

When the indicator light on the machine flashed, Cassia took back the card, took the box Zimmer pushed over, picked up the remaining bullets on the table, and loaded them into the drum one by one.

"I wonder if Mr. Tussos is interested in staying and talking more." Zimmer said, watching Cassia's fluent movements. Ni Liya walked over from the side at this time, with a thick folder in her hand, placed on both sides. among them.

"As Senoselis said just now, there are not many people who know and are interested in them, and also spend time to study them. As the true owners of these books, I think we have more than just They have the same interests, or have the same interests, and..., goals." Zimmer opened the folder in the middle, flipped to the last few pages, turned around and pushed it in front of Cassia.

Above is a list of names, most of them in dark gray. Cassia usually uses her last name "Tusos" for activities. The three fonts are sandwiched between these dark gray names. Because of the pure black, they can be identified at a glance.

"The gray fonts represent those who failed the assessment and were excluded by us."

"Does exclusion mean death?" Cassia asked, "Like the people who came to deal with you on my behalf before."

"No, no, not all of them." Zimmer said with a smile, not caring. He had answered this question many times. "Some are just warnings. Many of them are alive and well. Just because of hypnosis and drugs. The reason is that you will forget some things about coming to the tavern. If Mr. Tussos has any questions, you can choose some from all the gray names in this document, and we can provide you with detailed addresses for you to identify them. Is it intact?”

"And here we are asking for your forgiveness for the little tricks in our tavern, but please believe that we have no ill intentions." Cassia knew that Zimmer was talking about the hallucinogen mixed in the air, "You can think of him as our sole The results of the test were overqualified.”

"Living like this should be more uncomfortable than death."

"Mr. Tussos, we all have the same biological tissue. You must know the rules in this circle. I believe our thoughts are roughly the same. We will not interfere with their lives, just for privacy and safety. .”

"Please allow me to ask a question." Zimmer asked Cassia for permission. He didn't want to spend too much time on boring questions.

"I seem to have no other choice." Cassia put away the dagger and looked around. There were eight people in total, completely surrounding him and Zimmer.

Zimmer ignored Cassia's words and smiled: "I don't know what Mr. Tussos thinks about information, whether it's its function, the method of transmission, or the benefits obtained."

"It can be roughly divided into information source, transmission medium and receiving target. As long as the intermediate processing is done properly, you can rely on the information to form a network and capture what you want to obtain." Cassia replied, flipping through several pages of documents, all of which were densely packed with names. He said another sentence in his mind at the same time, which was what he had been worried about, "I am the one being captured, or one of them."

"Education is a good thing, and the original sentences in the textbooks can indeed give full marks. If the information can be used properly, for example, by slightly controlling the source, you can make it spread in the circles and fields you want with very little effort. This way, it will not cause loss of control after the information explosion, nor will it become a puddle of stagnant water. Objects have their owners, and gradually, the concept of 'audience' was born, which is called 'specific acceptance' The reader will understand it better. Finally, by using some screening methods, you can indeed achieve the result that Mr. Tussos just said-get what you want."

Cassia thought of Shaco and her grandfather Du Lisen, who were a medium for transmitting information and completed the role of transmitting information unknowingly. Although the experience will take a long time, Cassia does not think that Zimmer in front of him and something behind him will lack time.

When Cassia looked over again, Zimmer continued what he had just finished. He had a lot of patience: "And Mr. Tussos, you are what we are looking for, as a person with common interests, goals or interests."

Without a direct answer, Cassia thought for a while and asked: "Can I know the relationship between Pekinz Chilis and you?"

"Of course. As a small family, my full name is Zimmer Chilis. This should answer some of your questions, Mr. Tussos."