A small token made of maple, no more than the size of a child's palm, tied with a red ribbon carved with a pair of virtual bee wings.

The Hive's token was turned over and over in Xue Ling'er's hand, and she didn't ask what the token was for.

This is the credential of the bee wing, and getting this token means that you have officially obtained the identity of the bee wing.

"Sister Ping, when will there be a task?" Xue Ling'er asked respectfully in front of the woman in the emerald green robe.

This woman has black hair and green clothes, and her appearance is delicate and beautiful, at first glance, Xue Ling'er almost thought that the other party was her own peer, but after a closer look, she could still see a little trace of time on the other party's face.

She is He Ping, the proprietress in Fang Bei's mouth, and the Sister Ping she needs to be called, she is not only the proprietress of this Xiao Soul Inn, but also the bee guide for herself and Fang Bei.

According to the rules of the hive, the bee needles and wings are just tools for killing people in the final analysis, and they are not qualified to contact the hive.

He Ping tilted her head to look at Xue Ling'er and smiled: "The task will come when it should be." ”

"But we have more important things to do before we get started."

What could be more important than an assassin's mission?

Originally, Xue Ling'er didn't know, but she soon knew.

……

……

"I disagree!" After listening to He Ping's explanation, Xue Ling'er's first reaction was this.

Are you kidding?

She came to be an undercover assassin, not a shopkeeper.

Yes, this is the more important thing He Ping said.

"A normal inn, we need an account room, a running hall, a cook, and a chores." He Ping said this to Xue Ling'er in front of the table in the lobby.

"So we need a boss lady, don't we?" Xue Ling'er replied.

"There's nothing wrong if you think so." He Ping smiled sideways, her smile was faint, not only did she smile toothlessly, but she also felt that the smile was just for politeness: "Before you came, I was currently the bookkeeper and cook on our side, and I was not a running hall and doing chores." ”

"I'll do the bookkeeper!" Xue Ling'er said categorically.

In order to enhance her persuasiveness, Xue Ling'er continued: "I can settle accounts, I can keep accounts, and I can also write well." ”

He Ping looked at Xue Ling'er: "Then I'm a cook?" ”

Xue Ling'er didn't dare to say good words for a long time.

Mr. Bookkeeper is certainly the easiest job, but how can such a job be embarrassed to rob his immediate boss?

"But why do we have to open an inn?" Xue Ling'er finally asked rhetorically, "Aren't we the assassins of the hive?" ”

"The Hive's Assassins can go without eating or drinking?" He Ping looked at Xue Ling'er and asked, "Or do you think that there are tasks every day, and we can kill people and kill people non-stop?" ”

Isn't that what the Assassins are?

The wind comes and goes in the fire, and every day ten steps kill one person and do not stay for thousands of miles?

Xue Ling'er suddenly felt that she had some misunderstanding of the Assassin's perception.

"This Sky Soul Inn is also the intelligence fulcrum of the organization in Los Angeles, we are not only a carpenter bee of the organization, but also a beehive of the organization." He Ping calmly explained to Xue Ling'er: "So we need to support ourselves, and we also need a serious profession to hide people's eyes." ”

This is not the same as the rivers and lakes I imagined, isn't heroism a profession in itself?

Could it be that all heroes have another kind of profession to support their families in private?

Isn't it too disillusioning to think about it?

It's like knowing that the hero spent a lot of money in Yihong Courtyard, using all the money he earned by mopping the floor for others to settle accounts and running darts.

This kind of rivers and lakes is too disillusioning.

"I'll be a cook." Xue Ling bit her lip and said, "Although I don't know much, I can learn." ”

Yes, if you think about it, how is it better to be a cook than to be an assassin?

That's what the camouflage profession is all about?

"Okay, then let's distribute the monthly money first." He Ping nodded: "Don't run the hall and do chores part-time, so take two monthly dollars, a total of six dollars of silver." ”

"You are a cook, the cook is four dollars a month, and I am the bookkeeper, four dollars a month."

Saying this, He Ping took out a few pieces of broken silver from his sleeve, weighed them, and then pushed them to the two people at the table one by one.

Fang Bei was silent and answered, but Xue Ling weighed the fluttering silver coin in his hand, and was in a trance for a while.

When she was a young lady at home, she had two taels of silver a month as usual, and the New Year's money for the New Year's holidays could earn less than one hundred taels, even if it was Jinyiwei's Yulu, there were one hundred and twenty stone of corn a year, which was equivalent to sixty taels of silver.

But then Xue Ling owed on the table: "Sister Xie Ping." ”

"What's there to thank for, the money you earn with your ability, where is there any thanks." He Ping smiled faintly: "So from today onwards, we have a division of labor, when there is a task, we will not mention it for the time being, and when there is no task, we will do our own errands, and the monthly money will be paid once a month, which is the salary paid in advance." ”

As he was talking, he saw a snow-white pigeon fluttering into the courtyard of the inn, and then poked his head, and after seeing He Ping, he flew in with his wings and stopped on He Ping's shoulder.

Cooing three times.

Xue Ling'er looked at the snow-white carrier pigeon, only the eyes were as red as blood, such a carrier pigeon was worth a lot of money, I am afraid that one could not be bought for twenty taels.

He Ping gently scratched the pigeon's chin, then took the copper pipe tied from the pigeon's feet, and then grabbed a small handful of grain from his waist bag and sprinkled it on the table, and the white pigeon jumped off He Ping's shoulder, jumped on the table and pecked at the grain.

On the other side, He Ping opened the copper pipe by herself, and inside was a thin note like plain yarn, He Ping looked at herself, sighed, and then rolled it back into a roll, pressed it on the table and pushed it to the center of the table.

"It's better to come early than to come at a good time."

"It's been a month in a row and no tasks have come down."

"You've only been here for two days, and you've got a new mission."

Xue Ling didn't move, Fang Bei reached out and took the note, spread it out and looked at it, then rolled it up again and put it down.

Squinted at Xue Ling.

Xue Ling nodded, reached out and took the thin note, and opened it to take a look.

But I saw that it was written in small letters:

"Xuanzi number mission.

Assassinate Ning Huaiyuan, a rebel disciple of Huashan Outer Gate.

Description: Ning Huaiyuan rebelled from Huashan to kill his fellow disciples, and will pass through Los Angeles in three days, please wait for the opportunity to assassinate.

Reward: 20 points for the Assassin and 50 taels for silver.

Another: According to the Huashan faction, it is possible that the disciple was carrying a copy of Zixia Divine Skill. ”