Midsummer is getting closer and closer, and the earth is full of laughter, as Ms. Helen said.

The joy of the summer harvest makes people feel refreshed because of their abundant power, and the longing for the upcoming grand festival adds up to make people feel comfortable and smile.

Duchamp couldn't help but raise his hand, imagining Yaoli being held in his hand.

The Swords and Roses were busy rehearsing for the Midsummer Festival repertoire, and Duchamp was working very hard this time, and he never left the school. The new tracks were sent by Olivier, and the little prince sent in a few new songs every month to ask for the opinions of the band, and I heard that he couldn't wait to prepare the list for the next album.

In the run-up to Midsummer, EMI had another surprise for the bandmates, with Billy writing a letter to Learmour, along with a check for the first two albums.

When Learmor saw the denomination of the check, his eyes lit up and he exclaimed: "One hundred and twenty thousand meters, my God! He rushed out with the letter and the check, and three minutes later all the band members gathered to take turns admiring the check and the letter.

In the letter, Billy happily told everyone that the previous two albums of Sword and Rose combined, had sold 50,000 copies, and EMI Music temporarily gave everyone a share of 10,000 mira each.

Duchamp was surprised by the album's best-selling performance, took the letter and read it carefully, and found that because the Sword and Rose Band is the endorsement band of the Walkman product, the record company and the Green Leaf Society jointly launched a promotion, and each customer who bought the Walkman could choose any three music boxes, and most of them chose the Sword and Rose album.

In the letter, Billy optimistically estimated that since the campaign would continue until the end of the year, it would be possible for the album to eventually sell more than 100,000 copies.

Tsk, who came up with this idea, it's really wonderful, go back and find out, you must vigorously promote! Duchamp smiled when he saw it.

"I said, in order to celebrate the success of the new album, should we go to the Wigginson Bistro for a drink!"

"The wine at the Wigginson tavern is so bad, why don't we go into town tomorrow, get the money out, and find a decent bar in the city!"

Isaac's proposal was immediately unanimous. Except for a few big sums of money, this money is timely for everyone else, and it feels good to get the money right away.

Midsummer has a two-day holiday, and early the next morning, everyone heads out to the city in good spirits. An hour later, a large stack came out of the bank window, and was immediately divided into twelve parts.

With money in their arms, everyone is smiling. The next question is where to go for a drink.

Chris highly recommends a neighborhood located northeast of Rure, which is densely populated and has a lot of specialty bars.

It was only when they got there that they realized that it was a community of workers.

"Trust me, bars have to be in places like this to have a taste!" Chris looked like a local snake and took everyone around this winding suburb.

Just when everyone was hesitating about which bar to go to, Duchamp suddenly noticed that a familiar sign seemed to be hanging on a building at the end of the ramp.

Arm of Protection!

He whistled excitedly and ran towards the house.

At the end of the ramp, the house overlooks the neighborhood, with graffiti on the walls, quaint wooden doors and log furniture, and barrel decorations piled under the eaves, all reminiscent of a bar.

Duchamp suddenly remembered, he had been to this place with a passerby, and it turned out that this was not an intelligence house?

He pushed open the wooden door and walked inside, which had been modified to include task racks and lounge chairs, but the bar was not removed, it was still full of wine, and a hot girl was sitting in front of her, pouring herself a drink.

Duchamp glanced at the girl a few times, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, this figure, tsk! That's what it's called a figure!

He was about to look further when the girl lifted her drunken eyes and glanced at him.

Duchamp suddenly felt a chill, as if he was being targeted by a lurking demonic beast during an adventure.

Chasseur!

The word immediately came to his mind.

But isn't there a sign of the guerrilla association hanging here?

Duchamp decided to test the shot, and he poured himself a glass of ale from the bar, drank it dry in one gulp, then turned it over and slammed it upside down on the bar.

The hot girl was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed and shouted upstairs, "Shadow Thorn, there's your business!" ”

There was a sound of trotting downstairs, and the black-clothed intelligence merchant trotted down from the stairs and habitually said to Duchamp: "What information do you want to inquire about?" Rest assured, in this industry, I am also among the top three in this city, but my price is very affordable! ”

Duchamp rubbed his hands and pointed to the sign on the wall: "Why is the sign of your intelligence house here missing, replaced by this!" ”

The intelligence merchant said heartily: "It has just been changed to a guerrilla branch, the empire has been ordered, and guerrilla branches can be set up in cities all over the country, and we have just built it here." Isn't it more convenient to take the commission, and I can do the same for the intelligence business. ”

The hot girl next to her coughed dissatisfiedly, "But only within the scope of the guerrilla association, it does not violate the laws of various countries and does not involve the intelligence of citizens." ”

"Sarah, how do I do business like this!" Shadowthorn grumbled dissatisfiedly, and threatened in a low voice, "I've promised you to drink the wine openly, what more do you want?" ”

A look of displeasure appeared in the hot girl's eyes, and she was complaining that the bartender had hidden all the good wine. The wooden door was pushed open, and a large crowd of fashionably dressed students poured in.

"Hey, how can there be wooden shelves in the interior of this bar?"

Isaac was about to complain that this was nothing special, when he suddenly saw a hot girl sitting at the bar, his eyes lit up, and he rushed forward in front of everyone.

"Stellary has such a vision! No wonder you run so fast! ”

Duchamp rolled his eyes angrily and watched as this group of students who had nothing to do was thrown into the net.

Fang finally walked in, he looked around the room curiously, flipped through the note on the taskbar, and finally curiously leaned over to the bar cabinet and asked, "How do you send the commission?" ”

The two men in the barboard were busy with their own business, and no one paid attention to his questions.

The red-haired hottie was busy serving drinks to the students, and by the way, she slyly put the money she collected into her pockets. The intelligence merchant was busy catching up with Duchamp. In order to show his gratitude for the information provided last time, Duchamp generously sent out the 10,000 mira that had just arrived.

Fang was a little stunned, he turned his head, looked at the Arm of Aid sign on the wall, raised his voice and asked, "Excuse me, are there guerrillas here?" ”

"Yes, yes, what are your commissions?" A sweaty blonde man who had just walked in responded and walked over quickly, "I'm Guerrilla Tovar, what mission do you have to entrust?" If it's just an ordinary business, you can fill it out on the task registration form over there, and we'll arrange someone to do it. ”

"Tovar, are you going to change the light bulbs again?" The hot lady gloated in greeting.

"Don't say that, big and small things are commissioned, not to mention the Yaoli circuit in the wild, it is indeed dangerous for ordinary people to repair it." Tovar defended himself and asked, "What commission are these gentlemen here for?" ”

"The old customers in the past, I came to thank you." Shadowthorn triumphantly lifted the stack of mira in his hand.

Tovar estimated the number of the stacks of mira, and couldn't help but whistle softly, and then, he suddenly remembered that such an act was too frivolous, and quickly restrained it, walked over and poured himself a glass, and by the way, picked up the registration book, and registered the completed task.

"A total of 7 commissions have been completed this month, and the difficulty is all E or D level, and the points are rising so slowly!" He finished the math and couldn't help but yawn.

The hot girl next to her couldn't help but smile proudly: "Mine seems to be two B-grade and one C-grade." It seems that there are a lot of points, so let's be lazy this month. ”

Toval's eyes lit up, "Then there will be a commission above the C level in the second half of the month, will I take it?" ”

The two bartenders at the bar laughed together, "You?!" Let's be honest and change your light bulbs. ”

Despised by his companions, an unpleasant expression appeared on the guerrilla's face.

The guests on the side heard their conversation, turned their heads, and asked in surprise, "Why, isn't the number of commissions from the association enough?" Lu Lei is so big, the guerrillas should be very busy. ”

"We've only been listed for a short time, and not many of the civilians and merchants here know about the guerrilla association, so maybe in a few months, it will be good when our fame spreads." Tovar patiently explained, "Listening to your tone, it seems to be well understood about the workings of the partisan associations? ”

"Of course!" Duchamp smiled, "I visited the Guerrilla Guild in the Kingdom of Liber, and I wanted to join the industry at one point. ”

"It's a pleasure to hear you say that, Tovar Landner, and it's a pleasure."

Duchamp's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly reached out and shook Toby's hand, "Stellary Duchamp, fortunately." ”

It dawned on Tovar. "So you're the one, the ......," he lowered his voice and said softly, "I took the commission last year." ”

The hands of the two men were tightened.

"Thank you very much! I heard that none of the gang escaped. ”

Tovar smirked, and then said wistfully, "I'm very sorry, we tried our best, but in the end we couldn't get it all right, I'm sorry about that classmate." ”

Duchamp sighed wistfully as much, he had almost forgotten the genius with grass yellow hair and freckles.

"Let's not talk about that, let's have a toast to celebrate the opening of the guerrilla branch in Lulei."

"!" The other two people in the bar also came up with their glasses.

"What is a guerrilla?" Calles asked quietly.

Liermu raised his eyebrows in surprise, Fang laughed loudly, and Mark gave him a serious science popularization.

"In short, it is an armed force that belongs entirely to the civilian sector, and has branches in all countries on the mainland. Because of the credit for pacifying Calvard's evil order at the beginning of the year, the Empire approved the establishment of offices in major cities. There are so many articles in the newspapers, why haven't you read them? ”

"There has always been a branch in the imperial capital, because of the low fees, the reputation among the people is very good, I said, Calles, it's unheard!"

Calles muttered a few embarrassed words and turned his head to look at the people in the room, "Then they are guerrillas?" ”

"I guess so."

"Then why doesn't it look like a master at all?"

Fang Yi covered his crow's mouth and warned in a low voice: "That beautiful woman in a low-cut blouse can knock you out of here with one punch." ”

The beautiful woman in the bar seemed to hear this, turned her head, and threw a wink at Fang: "My name is Sarah!" ”