After dinner with Nick, Duchamp went to the Long Lao Hotel to rest, he took out a piece of paper and checked what he planned to do.

In the modern civilization of the earth, the most able to promote the Semria continent is undoubtedly the wave of information, whether it is radio, television, or the Internet, if one of them can cover the continent, it will definitely have a significant role in promoting the Semria civilization.

Duchamp cheered himself up.

The next day, he took the earliest train to Kasley. At four o'clock in the afternoon, Duchamp came out of the station, changing into his native attire and taking off his bulky fur. Although it is winter, Kaslai is not as cold as the Empire, and on the streets, you can occasionally see a few ice beauties with their thighs exposed.

Duchamp walked down Little Oriental Street to the 11th block, and on both sides of the street, many people hung lanterns in front of their homes to celebrate. He walked to Block 11, a hard-hit neighborhood where the streets were filled with bouquets and photographs dedicated to the dead.

Duchamp silently walked through the sad street, scanned the photographs, and thought, "The hint of mission completion has not yet come out, and there is still one last step to go." ”

He walked to the river, not far from the guerrilla association, looked around, released the owl, and walked slowly along the riverbank, waiting for an answer.

The owl flew along the eaves and soon reached the Guerrilla Society, where it quickly found one of the identified recipients, Tracy the receptionist, and flew in directly through the open door and stopped at the reception desk.

"Alas, it's been a long time, Owl-kun, I've worked hard for you again this time!" Tracy cried out in surprise and greeted the owl in a friendly manner.

The owl didn't use any mechanism this time, but spit out a note directly: If C is there, please reply to me directly, if not, please reply to the recipient to confirm the message, S.

Tracy took the note and explained to the owl in earnest, "Please wait a moment, I have to ask Resuss senpai, he is the only one who knows the whereabouts of Mr. Cassius." ”

She then asked another guerrilla in the branch to look for Resus.

When Lather opened the door of the Guerrilla Society, he saw the young receptionist trying to tease the owl with his various treats.

The owl not only did not appreciate it, but pressed too close, and jumped backwards, its big eyes blazing, as if to convey a look of disdain.

"Stop playing, Tracy." Resers's eyelids couldn't help but tremble a few times in succession: "Generally, this kind of wild fowl that can become human assistants, in order to ensure safety, only eats the food fed by the owner, or goes to the wild to forage for food by itself. ”

"Alas!" Tracy looked up in frustration and showed the note tucked in the register to Resus.

Resus glanced at it, picked up the communicator, and connected to another number.

"Cassius, the owl messenger has reappeared, waiting for a reply, can you come over? No, there is no organ this time, just asking for a reply, the content is like this, if C is in, please reply to me directly. That's the reply, okay, I see. ”

Resus picked up the pen and added the words 'See you at the café' to the note, folding it up and handing it to the owl. The owl swallowed the note, stared at Resus, froze the scene, and quickly flapped its wings and flew away.

Half an hour later, Duchamp arrived at the Dome Coffee House in a happy mood.

Still in the same box, Cassius had already arrived first, ordered a coffee and meal, and was eating slowly.

"I was busy with the Great Sanctuary next to me just now, so I came here early."

Duchamp also asked for the same meal, and after the waiter brought the meal up, he carefully scanned the surroundings, and after making sure that there were no suspicious objects, he asked in a low voice, "So, what happened to that step?" ”

Cassius took out a piece of paper, smiled and said, "The plans are all here, you can take a look." ”

Duchamp looked at it at a glance, and planned to choose the early morning of February 1, when all kinds of good men from the mainland would come to Kaslai under the pretext of participating in the celebration, and then at night, by airship flight raid, launch a general attack on the two strongholds of Crossbell.

After reading it, he pointed to one point and said worriedly: "Airships are easy to be swept out by anti-aircraft radars." ”

Cassius twisted his mustache and said in a low voice: "It is said that they have a special method, and the participation in the operation is limited to a few very reliable people, and my junior brother is responsible for answering the action. ”

Duchamp nodded, Kezhou's ability to sliver is not covered.

He folded the note: "Then I'll go over there and wait first, and give me a signal before I act." This last place, I want to see for myself what it's like inside. ”

Cassius was a little worried, and Duchamp comforted him: "Last time, I was unprepared for a sneak attack, but this time I made all the preparations, enough to protect myself." ”

Cassius nodded, "So which side are you going?" ”

Duchamp pointed to a point on the map and said, "Here." ”

Cassius glanced at it and was slightly surprised: "Why here?" ”

"Because this is the ancient battlefield of the past, the accumulated power of the evil is the heaviest, and it must be extraordinary, if you study this kind of place carefully, you may get unexpected gains."

Cassius nodded and said, "Then I'll pay more attention to this place as well." If possible, let's act together, and I'd love to see your strength, after all, you're someone who learned stick art with Dan. ”

Duchamp shook his head and said, "I've only been practicing for a long time, and my strength is not worth mentioning compared to you." "This is the truth, since the summer breakthrough, his strength has risen like a plane, but now he is still dangling at more than 70 levels, and he is accumulating strength to break through the eighth order, and his strength is not at the same level as Cassius.

Cassius suddenly remembered something, "The little kid you paid special attention to last time, and then I asked about it, the little girl with purple hair is said to have disappeared with those two mysterious raiders that day. ”

Duchamp frowned, and said: "It must be that she is particularly attached to her life-saving benefactor, so I followed, and we don't care about her for the time being." ”

In his heart, he thought wistfully: "The inertia of fate is still so strong!" ”

Dushanqiang cheered up and said to Cassius: "There is a famous village suitable for fishing and recreation, I will go there in advance for a vacation, fishing or something, by the way, waiting for your notice." ”

After the two parted, Duchamp was sullen at the last not-so-wonderful news he heard, and he thought wistfully: "I should have known that I would have struck first." ”

He walked out of the door of the Dome Café and walked along the council square, glancing at the Little Women's Café and being surprised to find that it was not deserted because of the cold, but a crowd of people gathered around it.

He leaned over curiously to take a look, and couldn't help but be stunned.

What a rhythm this is! Is there karaoke on the street?