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In the Reliable musket shop, Wood Fisch was so busy with his work that he would curse viciously and whispered every picture of a half-naked dancing girl he stuffed into a gun box.

Until now, every time he thinks of the dark life in the prison of the Department of Public Security, he will feel his chrysanthemum twitching, when he thinks of the 15,800 gold coins he was forced to hand in, he will feel his heart throbbing, and every time he thinks that because the picture in the gun box can no longer be completely naked, but can only be half-naked, so the sales of firearms have dropped a lot, and his face is twitching.

Well, since the incident of the goblins happened, the Department of Public Security, together with the administrative department of the alliance, has launched a special campaign in the imperial capital, called "Strengthening the Construction of Imperialist Spiritual Civilization and Purifying the Thoughts of Young Aristocrats".

He grabbed a large twenty-millimeter, swung it twice - not that he didn't have enough strength, but it was a limit - and then scolded viciously: "You all wait for me, one day, I will shove this guy into your ......"

I was thinking infinitely happily in my heart, when I heard a rapid sound of horses' hooves coming from the door, and a fellow of the same clan rushed in with a panicked face: "Boss, it's not good, it's not good, the knights of the Department of Justice are here, and they all rush to the door." ”

The infinite courage and supreme pleasure that had just come out of YY were wiped out in an instant, and the big guy with a length of one meter and five in his hand smashed directly on the surface of his feet, but he didn't even have time to feel the pain, grabbed the little guy's hand, and asked in a panic but viciously: "Damn, the pictures you added to the gun box recently, are there any ones that are too large and leaky?"

The young man looked frustrated: "Boss, you have to talk about your conscience, since a few days ago, the security brand musket shop next door was hung up by the Department of Public Security on the charge of 'violating morals and sabotaging the spiritual civilization construction of the alliance's feudal imperialism' because of the sneaky hair, you have done all the sticker work yourself." ”

"Damn, you must have taken the money from the 'Stability Brand' musket shop next door and sneaked a picture into the box, right, if I was hung up a street lamp ......" Wood Fisch said viciously, but he couldn't say it anymore when he said it, he couldn't get off the street lamp if he was hung up, where could he do this job with a backbone in the back of his head?

He grabbed a gun and slammed it on the head of the job, crying and shouting: "I'm going to die, don't you want to live, let's go to the god of commerce and fraud to fight a lawsuit......

He was still crying, and as soon as he opened the insurance, the young man's face turned pale with fright, when he heard a rough voice outside: "Where's the damned profiteer Wood Fisch......?

Hearing this, Wood Fisch's hand trembled, and he immediately pulled the trigger, and seeing that he was about to press to the critical point of excitation, he heard the people outside suddenly change their words: "No, it was your kid who gave birth to it, and His Royal Highness Chamberlain summoned you to the Department of Public Security!"

Wood Fisch shuddered, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground, even if Chamberlain's demon looked for him, it was better than the sheriff's direct door to get people, and it was "germinating", he should be able to make a fortune, right?

"Get out!" Wood Fisch kicked the young man in the stomach, and then rubbed his face vigorously, trying to make his already green skin look better, and then ran out, and said to the knight of the sheriff with a stammering face, "Your Highness, what is the matter with me? ”

In the entire Department of Sheriffs, there are only a few people with noble titles, and this one who comes to lead the person is a small servant, and he is still 108,000 miles away from a real knight, but he likes to listen to good words, he patted Wood Fisch's head and showed a rough smile: "Of course it's a good thing, I was in the meeting room just now, but I heard His Royal Highness Chamberlain personally boast that you have the brain to do things." ”

Wood Fisch's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he quickly took out a money bag and stuffed it, and the knight weighed it and nodded with satisfaction: "Let's go, don't let Your Highness wait." ”

"Hey, okay, okay, let's go. Wood Fisch, who had just been crying a few times and feeling that he was in danger, followed Hu Cong with a smile, but when he went out, he was dumbfounded, because Hu Cong came on horseback, and the goblins ...... With that poor little height, he couldn't ride a horse.

Hu Cong glared at him: "What are you rubbing!"

After speaking, without waiting for him to speak, he directly picked him up, hung him in the position where the knight's spear should have been hung, and rushed towards the Sheriff's Division, leaving behind him singing and laughing all the way: "Oh, great joy, that damn profiteer was taken away by the Sheriff!"

"I guess I won't be able to come back this time, right? Today's lunch at the shop at noon will be all discounted!"

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Listening to these voices, Wood Fisch stared at them viciously, trying to remember everyone who spoke: "When Lao Tzu is developed, I will use a thirty-millimeter caliber hand cannon to make your chrysanthemums bloom in late autumn!"

Soon, Wood Fisch saw Chamberlain, his nightmare, and it seemed that all his misfortunes were related to this man, but he bowed his head humbly.

Then he felt that Chamberlain's voice was not so hateful, and even better than that of nature: "Mr. Wood Fisch, after observing your business ideas, I feel that you are a very imaginative, creative, and executive businessman, so I think that a talent like you should not be buried in a small gun shop, whether this gun shop is called 'reliable' or 'safe', you should have a bigger stage." ”

Wood Fisch felt like he had drunk a large bucket of ice water in the summer, it was refreshing, and he said without hesitation: "Thank you for Your Highness's attention, what Your Highness wants me to do, just say!"

"I'm going to let you go north and 'delegate' my potion. Chamberlain said with a smile.

Wood Fisch is a clever man, what is there in the North? Orcs! In the Sheriff's Prison, what is the most painful meeting for him? Orcs! But what is the agent for Chamberlain?

So he didn't even think about it, and said directly: "Your Highness, I am willing to go!"

"Don't think about it?" Chamberlain raised an eyebrow.

Shaking his head firmly, Wood Fisch sings the goblin collective motto in an aria: "Time is money!"