Southern part of the Salga Empire, Maple Leaf City, Dan Lunilan Boulevard.

Because of the impact of the war, this once prosperous street is now deserted, and a figure with a gray hood carries two suitcases to the end of the street.

"Well, there's no mistake, but the façade is really small." Harold, carrying two suitcases, looked up at the sign above the gate.

"Irma National Bank" is a financial institution opened by the business-friendly Irma people in the north of the Salga Empire, and such a small branch in Maple Leaf City, a large southern city far away, mainly serves the deposit and withdrawal business of the Irma people who come to the south from the north to do business, and of course also has the function of a general bank.

Harold pushed open the glass door of the bank, and the bank hall was empty, there were no customers, only a bank girl sitting at the counter trimming her fingernails, the winter afternoon was indeed very hypnotic, she was yawning, lethargic.

She watched Harold walk to the counter and asked lazily, "What are you going to do with this young lady?" ”

"Please call me sir, don't look at me like this, I'm a real man." Harold smiled. "Why are there so few people today?"

"Huh? Mr? They're all going home for the holidays. The bank girl was slightly surprised, she threw her nail clippers directly on the counter, and took out paper and pen from the drawer of the counter. She looked at Harold's delicate face, flat chest, and two large suitcases in his hands, and became a little alert, and she asked again, "What business does Sir want to handle?" ”

Harold replied, "My business?" I want to see the head of your branch. ”

The little girl at the front desk of the bank was slightly stunned, her palm hidden under the counter was very fast, and she took out a "finger tiger" from the drawer and put it on her finger, one end of the finger tiger was equipped with a small cylindrical firearm, as long as the mechanism was gently pulled, it could shoot a deadly projectile.

The little girl in the bank had just raised the 'Finger Tiger' in her hand and pointed it at Harold, about to ask him what he was doing here, but unexpectedly, her slender wrist had been tightly clasped by the fingers of Harold's right hand like iron tongs.

Harold's index finger was slightly forced, and the brown-haired bank girl's palm immediately went numb, and she involuntarily let go of the "musket finger tiger", and with a "click", the finger tiger fell on the counter.

At the same moment, Harold stretched out his calf, and his ankle was able to catch a suitcase steadily, and his calf was lifted upward, and the heavy large suitcase fell on the counter, shaking the miscellaneous small objects on the counter to the ground.

"I have no ill will! Say it again! Call the person in charge of your branch out! Harold let go of his right hand, which was holding the bank girl's wrist, and picked up the "musket finger tiger" on the counter and played with it.

When the brown-haired bank's front desk girl saw that the dangerous thing was now in Harold's hands, she didn't dare to talk nonsense, and she limped to the back room with her feet in black high heels.

In a moment, a bearded man with a tall round hat rushed out, holding a rifle in his hand, and aimed it firmly at Harold.

"Sir, hands up, no one can make trouble in the Elma storefront." The man in the black top hat with a big mustache shouted.

Harold turned his head and stared at the man faintly.

The top hat saw Harold's face clearly, and he seemed to think of something, and began to be suspicious, and the rifle in his hand began to be unstable.

He asked in a puzzled and expectant tone, "Excuse me, sir, what's your name?" ”

"Harold, Harold Vasa."

The bearded man in the black top hat was startled, his body trembled, and the bowler black top hat on his head almost fell off.

He turned around and shoved the rifle in his hand to the girl beside him, and strode over to Harold with his shiny leather shoes.

He took a closer look at Harold's face again, and was even more sure in his heart: "A man who looks like a stunning beauty, Miss Lanna was not exaggerating at that time. ”

He stretched out his hands, held Harold's hand tightly, and said with some excitement: "Mr. Harold, it's really you!" It's been a year and a half, and this is your first time showing up. ”

The little girl of the bank holding the rifle in the back looked at Mr. President, who had always been super serious, with a surprised face, at this time, this big-eight-character bearded governor seemed to have met his long-lost daughter (?!) Just as excited.

"Coco, prepare tea, prepare tea." The black top hat president shouted at the bank girl who was in a daze.

The bank girl named Kokou reacted at this time, and she hurriedly put the rifle on the counter and wanted to go to the back room to prepare tea.

"Close the door first, I have something important to ask you." Harold laughed. "However, although I have never appeared, I have never lost contact with you."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The black top hat captain shouted repeatedly. "Koko, do you hear me? You go and close the door first! That's it for today. ”

The little girl from the bank heard the president's order, and she hurriedly locked the glass door and lifted the curtain.

When the curtain was lifted, the bank hall suddenly went dark. The two people, who were tall and dressed in gray and black, looked a little weird and scary now.

"This girl came from the north not long ago. Don't be sensible, Mr. Harold. ”

"It's okay, I have something important to ask you about. I remember your name was .... Your name? ”

"York Corral." The bearded governor replied.

He saw that Harold's expression was more serious, so he was also a little nervous, and asked like a cannon: "What kind of important thing is it?" Didn't you make it clear in the letter? ”

"There are several things going on at the same time, but they all seem to point in one direction, and they can't be explained in a moment. Go into the back room, and I'll tell you more about it to see if you have any clues. Harold said, placing the second heavy box on the counter.

York Corlar greeted Harold as he walked into the back room, and he opened the way in front of him, like a servant, and opened the door of the back room for Harold in front of him, and welcomed him in.

This small office is very quiet, and it is confronted by a huge oil painting of a huge elk galloping through the field, with its huge antlers facing the visitors, as if it is about to rush out of the oil painting in the next second.

Harold found a random couch to sit on, while York Corral, president of Maple Leaf City at Irma National Bank, sat across from him, a little nervous.

At this time, the little girl from the bank, Koukou, brought two cups of tea and put them in front of the two.

Harold sat comfortably on the couch and narrowed his eyes: "Recently, there is a possibility that a big event has happened in the Papal Territory, or that event is already happening. ”