Miaret City Shopping Street, Starbucks Coffee Shop.

This is a coffee shop with a long history, branches in many regions, and Starbucks' long-term operation is inseparable from the business philosophy of its owner.

At Starbucks, you can smell the refreshing aroma of coffee beans, and you can also taste different flavors of coffee from various regions.

Of course, you can also enjoy a range of handcrafted beverages and freshly baked pastries from Starbucks.

"Hello, a glass of macchiato, thank you."

The Tibetan antelope randomly chose a window seat and sat down, and then told the waiter what he wanted to drink.

"I want a mocha, I'm in trouble."

Han Yan, who walked in after the Tibetan antelope, smiled at the waiter who wrote down the list to grind the coffee.

"Okay."

Seeing the cold death, the waiter with a sweet smile on his face smiled slightly, and then left quickly.

As I have been working for [Bajie Ji] during this time, and the main location is concentrated near this shopping street, these waiters who work here every day are naturally very familiar.

Recently, it has been rumored that this bookish teenager killed a member of a hostile group on the roof of a high-rise building in the Deaves office.

No one could have imagined that such a young man would be able to do such a thing.

"Say, what's the matter with inviting me with such 'fanfare'?"

The Tibetan antelope leaned on the comfortable backrest behind him and unbuttoned one of the buttons on the collar of the small suit he was wearing today.

The dress was bought casually at a clothing store called Valentino.

When he bought it, he didn't ask for his opinion, but simply put it in front of the Tibetan antelope and after comparing it, he bought it directly, and even the price tag, there were many dazzling 0 that seemed to be ignored by the girl.

After this was not bought, the Tibetan antelope put it on directly, and as for the long black trench coat he had brought from Fao, he naturally threw it to the dry cleaners, after all, he hadn't washed the dress for three months......

"It's nothing, I just want to meet you and catch up."

Han Yan pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, reached out and picked up a piece of Starbucks' special pastry and put it in his mouth, savoring it.

He didn't seem to want to cut straight to the chase and say his true purpose of finding the Tibetan antelope.

Starbucks' service was very attentive, and as soon as Zangling and Han Yan said a word to each other, a male waiter had already come to the table where the two were sitting with a tray in his hand.

[Click, click. 】

"Two guests, please use it slowly."

While the two ceramic cups were lightly put down, the slightly magnetic voice of the male waiter sounded.

After saying this, the waiter walked away quickly, this is the service style of Starbucks.

Deliver the highest quality service as quickly as possible with minimal disruption to guests.

"Alright, don't use such words to perfunctory me." The Tibetan antelope pulled his own machiador in front of him and stirred it gently with a spoon until he could see a whirlpool, "Have you lived in the Carlos region for a while, and have you been talking to me like this?" ”

"You guy...... I don't think you're sarcastic about me. ”

After the Tibetan antelope's slightly ridiculous words made Han Yan feel a trace of inexplicable familiarity, the corners of his mouth slightly outlined a curvature, "Okay, since you said so, then I won't be polite——"

"Look at this."

Han Yan pulled out the brown paper copy that Ekalo had given him from his spatial backpack and pushed it in front of the Tibetan antelope.

This information is very important, he keeps it very well, and specially chooses a high-quality document bag.

"Huh?"

The boxy bag caught the attention of the Tibetan antelope, a package he had only seen when his father was having an academic discussion with his fellow researcher.

With a hint of curiosity, the Tibetan antelope opened the file bag and pulled out the stack of brown paper copies.

"Photocopy?"

After the photocopy was completely displayed in front of him, the Tibetan antelope said with a little disappointment.

Although he was a little disappointed, when he pulled out the copy of the brown paper, he also wrapped the document with the power of the waveguide.

In the eyes of outsiders, the Tibetan antelope is just holding a light blue light ball in its hand, and the specific details are not clear at all.

[Of course I can't give you the original.] 】

The tone of disappointment at the Tibetan antelope, Han Yan glanced at him angrily.

Nonsense, these documents are all top secret documents in the [Eight Masterpieces Collection], even if he is he, he can only call the originals in the data room to read, let alone make such a copy.

The only one who can bring out such a confidential level document is the [Four Heavenly Kings of the Great Snake].

All in all, the level of Han Death in the [Eight Masterpieces] is not enough.

"Oh, the old saying from thousands of years ago, it's really rare."

The Tibetan antelope didn't care about the cold silence, he turned a few pages casually, as the son of Baishi Yueshan, a giant in the ancient literature world, he naturally knew a lot about these past languages.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have the ability to decipher the map that recorded the location of Ki Inada Ji.

After reading a few pages, the Tibetan antelope didn't look at it much, closed it directly and put it on the table, and after taking a sip of the macchiado in front of him, he said slowly, "It's not the original, but the antiquity of this text is still collectible." ”

"Who asked you about your collectibles?"

Han Yan said helplessly, he knew his friend too well, this guy was playing treasure.

I still remember when Uncle Baishi Yueshan asked the Tibetan antelope to be a translator in the past, his rhetoric was this, and then he ran away.

"Or else?" The Tibetan antelope took another sip of coffee, carefully feeling the faint bitter taste spreading in his mouth, "You showed me this thing, didn't you just let me give you an appraisal of the value?" ”

The Tibetan antelope has the expression that our researchers of ancient literature are doing identification work.

"Stop playing tricks." Han Yan couldn't stand it anymore, "Can you translate?" ”

He can see that the matter of the two dead soldiers before still aroused the disgust of the Tibetan antelope, and he is now deliberately making things difficult for him.

"Copies can't."

The Tibetan antelope stuffed a piece of pastry into his mouth and said indistinctly.

"What do you mean?"

Han Yan somewhat understood the meaning of the Tibetan antelope, this guy really planned to open his mouth.

"No other requests, I want to see the original."

The Tibetan antelope looked at Han Yan with a smile, an expression that you would definitely agree.

This is the self-confidence of the Tibetan antelope, although the text on the copy is a thousand years ago, but it is not a common text a thousand years ago, but a kind of rare and rare.

There are many scholars who have studied the common script of a thousand years ago, and it is easy to translate, but when it comes to the copy in front of the translation, those guys can translate it at most 6 to 7 percent.

"Does it have to be like this?"

The eyes under the black-rimmed glasses stared at the Tibetan antelope and asked.

"Definitely!"

The Tibetan antelope replied without hesitation, a document written in such an obscure script has an irresistible attraction for paleographers.

At this point, the Tibetan antelope will not back down, even if it is his friend who comes to the door.