Two hours later, Mashdowicz and Jared, northwest corner of the Grand Place de Provence Centre.

"Adar, Adar, business has come to the door. The dwarf duo of Mashdovich shouted to the little fat man who seemed to be drowsy sitting in front of a stall, who struggled for a moment and looked at everyone with round eyes: "Hey, it's Mess and Jared, what's the matter?" ”

"We have a deal and want to know the details of a guy. Mashdovich said.

About the kitten, Meshdovich and Jared and others rummaged through the forum for a long time, that is, they found the whereabouts of the kitten all the way, and from the beginning to the end, Commander Otto said that this kitten is simply a god of decay and death who can walk, and he will die wherever he goes, and he is also a stake guy who changes the fashionable value of the show, and all kinds of weapons will be used well.

Truth be told, Otto and Mariel almost believed the kitten to be an assassin until they confirmed the kitten's profession, the Shaman, in the player number Jù Curry.

When they saw this profession, the mood of the four earthlings was completely broken.

If this kitten is a wanderer, then the four earthlings feel that they are not unjustly dead, and in the face of such an assassination, they should also die as a ball. If this kitten is a ranger, then the four earthlings also feel that they should die, and the high-end rangers in the kitten people are extremely deadly from far and near, whether it is a bow and crossbow or a short sword scimitar, the kitten man ranger can use it handy. Even if the kitten was a warrior, the four Earthlings felt that it was a real honor to die at the hands of such a future melee expert - the four kittens who had hacked down allies before were standard warrior-level saints.

But this kitten is a shaman...... That's right, it's the shaman in that game, known as the head of the three wastes. Mashdowich and Jared still remember Otto and Marrell's devastated faces...... Although they are also very devastated.

"Male and female, what name, which guild. The warband is still an adventure band. Hearing that there was a deal, the little fat man of Garol immediately came to his senses: "Hurry up and say it, so that I can ask our chief to come and negotiate with you about the price." ”

"Marceau Sue, from the Postman's Adventure Regiment, has recently arrived in Provence, and we need all his combat records and his usual weapons. There's also a combat preference, and if possible, give me a list of his relationships with all the members of the party, but of course this doesn't need to be too detailed. ”

“…… Well, I'll take you to the Commissioner. Standing up, the little fat man of Garol reached out and patted the head of his friend next to him: "Little Chino, when I see our stall, I will take them to see Director Sean." ”

The two gnomes walked behind the prairie elf, and Jared asked his friend on a private channel, "How do you know these guys?" ”

"My grandfather and these guys have known each other since the first open era. They are MI7, a super-famous neutral intelligence organization that has existed since the first open era, and their leader is Sean Connelly, who usually works as a middleman in Provence. Mashtavich replied.

Sean Connery ...... I said, how does this guy's name sound like the name of us earthlings. Jared continued his doubts.

"I bet you're not the first guy to express your doubts like that. Speaking of this, Meshtavich pointed to the earth elves who were standing in front of the shop not far away, smiling at a group of steppe elves, and introduced to Jared, "This is it." ”

…………

Sean Connelly has spent his life smiling at strangers, just as he did in the previous four open eras. For Sean Connery, every day is a new day. Every day there is a new business, and every day you can make new money for milk powder.

Guests who wanted to buy things and those who wanted news came in droves, and the life of handing over money and delivering goods in the other was always so good that he had just bid farewell to the members of the Prairie Elf merchant group, who were said to have just arrived from Palo Ernst, and immediately noticed the two guests brought by his little fat man's subordinate.

"Adar ...... Ah, it's Meshdovich. Young man, what is the wind blowing you over today? Smiling at Meshdovich and leaning over, he reached out and shook his hand with Meshdovich, who still had a standard smile on his face.

"Director Sean, I have a ...... deal," Mashdowich told Sean about the information he wanted to obtain.

As an informant. Sean's face still didn't change: "No problem, considering that this is a little red man in the eyes of some little girls, we have to take some risks to help you do things, but who let us always have cooperation, three hundred gold coins, we will prepare all the information for you in three days, how much you don't have to make up, how." ”

"No problem. The dwarf Meshdovich nodded vigorously: "Then about the deposit......" "Fifty gold, you give the money to Adar, I have another group of guests here, sorry, I lost my company first." As he spoke, Sean turned to meet a group of wind elves standing in front of the shop.

After talking to the elves about the transfer of goods, Sean turned to look around and saw that the two gnomes had long since left, and Adar was standing in the store, smirking as he flipped through the pages.

"My little Adal, look at your appearance, I wonder how our master could like such a fool as you. Sean put away his smile when no one was around, and he sat down in his chair and sighed.

"The prince said that stupid children have stupid blessings, probably referring to people like me. Little Adar replied with a smile: "Besides, there is a big matter for Mr. Sean, we just listen to your orders." ”

"You're so bold, do you know what these little bastards of the earth are up to. Sean looked at his little apprentice.

"They just want to ask about His Highness's friend named Maso, I think that in the capacity of Maishdovich, his father and grandfather are our old customers, and we should not help with this little help. Adar blinked, feeling that he had done nothing wrong.

"What if...... Hey, you don't understand. Sighing, Sean knew that it was useless to say something to this little guy, and these little guys didn't know the situation at all: "Sue Sù Meshtavich, the situation of the Postman's Adventure Group is very special, this time we have promised to help, but next time there is information involving the members of the Postman's Adventure Group, our MI7 will not help again." ”

"Do you care about the safety of those people, too, if you ask too much, they may be able to launch a lot of things through the online time...... I see, Mr. Sean. ”

"Well, there's no need to be so formal, Mashdovich's little hairy head can be regarded as something we grew up watching, his grandfather and father are both famous legendary characters in the good camp, although they have fought in the Southern Unity and the Northern Holy Alliance, but generally speaking, both sides are still relatively restrained, and there are not too many innocents involved...... Of course, the matter with that little guy two days ago was a tragedy. ”

"yes, a tragedy. ”

"Alright, Adar, go and gather the kitten's information, collect people's money, and always do things for people. ”

"Yes, Lord Steward!"

"How many times have you said it!

"No problem, Lord Steward!"

Sean, who was not angry, watched his little subordinate run away with a smile, and the middle-aged man with his waist crossed suddenly laughed, laughing from the heart.

From the first open era, every time the open era, this group of prosthetic AIs led by Sean will enter the game, work hard, work hard to make money, and try to save milk powder money that they don't need to save, in fact, they just want to feel the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of ordinary people.

Sean thought of the young man whom his father had met in the middle of the First Open Era, and now an old man, and his child who had entered the Third Open Era and was now a middle-aged man, and Mashdowicz ...... The life of a mortal is always passed down from generation to generation, which is completely different from the long and endless situation of prosthetic AI.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, carried from generation to generation, this qiē...... It should be the true meaning of life for natural people. Thinking of this, Sean opened a private communication: "I'm Sean, and Kogan's grandson came over today to ask about a kitten named Marceau...... Yes, Marceau. ”

Listening to the words in the communication channel and looking at Yan Sù in the private communication screen, Sean shrugged his shoulders: "No problem, master, the little one will watch it for you, I really don't know how much the old man taught this kitten how much martial arts." (To be continued......)