No one would have imagined that behind such a rough, heavy and slightly rusty iron door would be a beautiful elevator, with white marble covering the floor and four walls, checked inlay dotted with emeralds and gemstones, and a brilliant crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the elevator, illuminating the magnificent mural on the wall.

The Iverson is known as a seven-star gambling ship, and the casino hall outside is not luxurious, but everything is afraid of comparison, compared to this elevator, the splendid hall is like a large courtyard.

"It's the style that the captain likes." Salaro said, his eyebrows fluttering.

The Tibetan antelope nodded, but a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, he hated this so-called rich man's style.

The elevator slowly ascended, and by the time it stopped, it had reached the top floor, the 11th floor.

The Iverson has a total of 11 decks, five of which are below deck and six above deck, and the higher up the deck, the more expensive they are, but the top deck is not for sale, and the cruise line explains that the deck is full of communications equipment.

As the elevator doors opened, the true face of this floor was exposed to the Tibetan antelope, and the first thing that rushed into view was a variety of colors, and the floor was burgundy, and the light was recognizable marble.

The walls are not wallpaper but the feathers of the warrior eagle, the pure white feathers exude a psychedelic atmosphere, the artificial crystal used in the chandelier is mixed with gold dust, the tone of the light is close to the sun, and the paintings hanging on the walls on both sides are all famous paintings made by famous painters in history, which is a series of glorious names.

A man who really knows the art of painting will be surprised to find that they are genuine, and a veteran art dealer will be even more surprised if he comes, because several of them are no longer recorded in this world, because during the riots, a large number of works of art were destroyed or disappeared, and some of them are now hanging safely in the corridor on the top floor of the Iverson.

The only ones who could compete with the famous paintings were the girls, all cardamom girls, tortoiseshell eyes, long pale blonde hair combed into a high ponytail on top of their heads, red miniskirts, skirts trimmed with shaggy white trim, and white high-heeled leather boots that reached the knees.

The dealers in the casino lobby are also girls from the Western Hemisphere, but they pale in comparison to the girls on the 11th floor.

The girls lined up in two rows along the corridor and cheered in unison the moment the Gazelope and Sararo stepped out of the elevator, "Welcome the distinguished guests!" ”

"Guest, Merry Chrismas!" Then the two prettiest of them came up to him, took the antelope's arms one by the other, and greeted him with a smile on their faces, and took the long cloth bag from his shoulder.

The girl who got the long bag quietly glanced at Salaro, and from the weight and feel of the bag, she was sure that it was a weapon inside, and of course no one could bring a weapon to the captain.

The Tibetan antelope did not resist, but was slightly distracted, and when he saw the clothes of those girls, he realized that today was December 24th.

Tonight is Christmas Eve, and in his original plan, today was spent with the wheat.

The Iverson's trip was also a Christmas gimmick, and the tourists on board the Iverson were specially designed to come to the Arctic Circle for Christmas, and in Western Hemisphere legend, Santa Claus lives in the North Pole.

The girls swarmed the gazelle through the hallway, the blue carved door in front of them was open, and in the elegant little white and sea blue room was a large gaming table, and the bookshelves next to it were piled with gambling equipment.

And the owner of this game, an old man in a white captain's suit, was sitting behind the table, his back bent.

The door closed behind the Antelope, and neither the girls nor Sararo followed, and only the Antelope and the old captain looked at each other across a gaming table in the small hall.

Like the elevator and corridor, it is also in line with the aesthetic of the mysterious captain, with a hint of art in the ultimate luxury.

Whether it's the gilded air clock at the table or the brass sextant, every ornament has a sense of age, and standing in this small hall feels like going back half a century, and the captain's own sense of age is even heavier, and he is so thin that he is almost no longer human.

Because his spine was too curved, he was almost lying on the table, his skin was loose, and his eyelids were drooping down to cover almost the whole eye, but the eyes that came out of the thin slits were still flexible, and he stared at the Tibetan antelope stubbornly, like a hungry man seeing a delicious and fatty ham, and like an old pervert seeing a beautiful girl.

"You really exist!" His slightly closed eyes shone with an incredible light.

The Tibetan antelope took off the emblem representing the "strong shield" and placed it on the table, "It seems that Miss Christine is right, you really know about the existence of the strong shield." ”

"The most mysterious force in the Syndicate, the Solid Shield Company, cleans up people, right?" The old captain stretched out his bony hand, as if to test the touch of the Tibetan antelope, and on his claw-like twisted hands were three precious stone rings, clearly cat's eyes, yellow diamonds, and a very precious pigeon's blood ruby, "You were sent by Slytherin?" ”

"Yes, I'm a temporary cleaner, Baishi Tibetan Antelope." Zangling sat down at the table, his fingers tapping on the table, "If our information is correct, your real name is John Brown. R. Lucille, the last member of the Lucille clan in the Carlos region—"

"Although your name has never been on the list of the richest people in the world, you are actually one of the richest people in the Carlo region, no one knows where you earned your money, and your wealth is like that of the Count of Monte Cristo."

"When Miss Christine reactivated the Iverson, you asked Salaro to recommend herself to Miss Christine as the captain, and quietly incorporated the Iverson into your name." The Tibetan antelope narrowed his eyes and said part of the hidden things of the person opposite, "Since then you have been living on the 11th floor of this ship, except for a few gamblers, no one has ever seen you, you are the real captain of this ship." ”

"It's a clean-up person, it's exactly right." Old Captain John grinned like an old monkey whose teeth were about to fall out, "But I know you, Shiraishi Gazelle!" ”

"I've heard of your heroic victory over Junki Oki in the Jingu clan 3 months ago......"

"But I didn't expect you to be a [strong shield] person."

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John's words made the pupils of the Tibetan antelope shrink unconsciously, such an old and dying man actually knew his own affairs, "You know me? ”

John shook his head incomprehensibly, "Are you here to gamble or ask questions?" ”

"If you ask a question, you should go downstairs, there are a lot of waiters there, and they are standing there waiting to answer the question."

The Tibetan antelope put away the doubts in his heart, nodded, and directly put the suitcase he brought on the gambling table.

"I know your rules, so let's start gambling."