Due to the arrival of particularly important guests, the island is extremely heavily guarded. There are two waves of bodyguards guarding the dock, and the dock is full, and ideas such as wanting to take advantage of the darkness of the night to get a convenient boat are probably only possible for little spiders!

Little spider! Duchamp suddenly had an idea.

There are a lot of good things in the guide workbench that haven't been studied, and maybe there are things that can send letters out.

Duchamp looked at this wood-room-level utility room, which could not block the light from coming through. He looked at the tall grain warehouse next to him and made a decision: pry the window!

The grain warehouse was built very high, and in order to balance ventilation and rain protection, many small ventilation windows were built on the top of the storehouse. There is monitoring in the warehouse, but there is only one monitoring, and the scope of monitoring is only the part that enters the door.

Duchamp reached out and quietly looked at the ventilation window of the storeroom.

Not only are the windows high above the ground, but the window frames are also welded with dense barbed wire to prevent bugs and rats from escaping in.

There is no rain tonight, but the moon should have set early.

In the middle of the night, after the moon had set, Duchamp went into action.

He gently climbed up to the roof of the utility room, took out the dagger, put it in his mouth, looked at the location of the ventilation window, jumped violently, put his hands on the window frame, found the fulcrum with his feet, climbed up, tried to maintain the balance of his body with his right hand, and began to do the work of digging the window with his weak left hand.

With his left hand, he tried to roll up the barbed wire, poked his head in, and carefully examined it again, confirming that this corner under his feet was not visible from the surveillance. With a burst of joy in his heart, he turned and climbed in, and then tried to pull the barbed wire fence into its original shape.

"Bang", the sound of the landing sounded so loud at night.

"When will I be able to learn to jump from the top of the tower unscathed?" Duchamp frustrated the white ash on his body in frustration.

This place, above ground and underground, is estimated to have hundreds of people, and the food needed is not a small number. It's easy to create a blind spot in such a large warehouse.

Duchamp moved for a long time and snapped his fingers triumphantly.

A luxury tent suddenly appeared in the innermost corner of the warehouse, and Duchamp slipped into it, comfortably experienced the pleasure of doubling the recovery, and took out the guide workbench again.

He left the squirrel on duty at the door of the warehouse, and he concentrated on finding something that would solve the current dilemma.

There are a lot of good things, but those who meet the current conditions must be able to fly:

"The Messenger: Create a flying bird that will help you deliver the letter to the right person. Requirements: A detailed map, recipient's address, coordinates, and identifying characteristics must be entered. Note that harsh environments may damage or cause loss of letters, and the use of the following products will greatly improve safety:

"Message pen: Able to write a specific message on a blank piece of paper."

"Microphone: can broadcast your message."

"Information Encrypting Box: Can be used to transmit confidential information.

"Is this an electronic product, or is it a magic product?" Duchamp looked at these strange things and wondered which one was more practical.

Flying from here to Kaslai, a journey of 80 km, it shouldn't be much of a deal for the birds. It can't be attacked by monsters and people along the way, and information can't be leaked.

There are many bird shapes to choose from, among which there are owls, Duchamp studied for a long time, and found that owls are actually a good choice, and the cost performance is very suitable, while the swallow, which is much smaller in size and weight, uses much more expensive materials.

"An inch is small and an inch is expensive, but I hope the owl will bring me good luck." While praying, Duchamp chose to make an owl and an information encryption box, and then lay down to rest.

In the glamping tent, Duchamp's injuries healed quickly, and he could feel his bones healing as he slept.

The owl was finished in a timely manner. Before he could continue processing the information encryption box, some of the servants who lived nearby began to get up.

Duchamp sighed, put everything away, and found a place to squat.

After a while, the person in charge of the warehouse came, counted all the things needed for the day, and ordered the handyman to come and move the things, and began the day's hard work.

There were many people coming and going, and the administrator had not locked the door and left, so Duchamp had to squat in the pile of grain in the corner to contact the little spider and see what was happening below.

In the 'paradise', it seems that it is still early, and in this small area where there is a signal, only the bodyguards continue to be on guard.

At about 9 o'clock, the butler appeared, and as soon as he appeared, he ordered all the lights in the hall to be turned on.

The little spider cowered in the corner near the elevator, motionless.

"My lord, what are your orders this time?" Several bodyguards respectfully greeted him, as if his identity was unusual.

"Our 'paradise' is not the kind of place that comes and goes. Councillor Hidler didn't enjoy the drinks we had for him last night, so I'll make it up to him later. ”

It was a long time before the big shots showed up one by one last night, and some even needed the support of two maids to get out.

The butler respectfully greeted the dignitaries and asked, "The adults stayed here last night, and they were quite satisfied. ”

"Giggle." One of the councillors chuckled uncontrollably, "Needless to say, you're always the best here, I'm all satisfied, giggles." His body seemed to be difficult to balance because of the excitement, and the two maids hurriedly pushed him up straight with their heroic chests.

"How do you feel, Councillor Hidler?" The butler asked respectfully, still respectfully.

"Well." Congressman Hiddler hesitated.

The two maids next to him hurriedly pulled on both sides and said, "The little cutie who served you last night, but we trained it with our own hands, can't you say a good word, we can get a bonus." ”

"That is, your words can determine their life and death, so say more good things." The other chest was sweeping around.

With a wave of the butler's hand, two thin little girls were brought up.

At the instigation of the two maids, Councillor Hiddler was a little interested in evaluation, and he raised his hand, pointed to the two little girls, and said, "The blonde one is quite cute." But the green-haired one doesn't seem to be well-behaved enough. ”

As soon as the words fell, the maid on the left threw a flying kiss at Councillor Hidler, and the maid on the right said resentfully, "Why can't you pity them a little." ”

Several councillors, who were standing on the sidelines watching the excitement, let out all kinds of howls as if they were waiting for something good.

The butler looked at the green-haired little girl and said in disgust, "Since you can't please the guests, what are you doing with it?" He waved at the bodyguard.

Councillor Hidler's face turned pale as if he had realized something terrible, but he stood still with the support of two maids.

Duchamp, who was cowering in the warehouse, turned white.

"There are too many things on Monday today, and the two chapters were sent together in the evening."