Despite the boom in business, there was a lingering Luther in the Mask's office, as he sat at his desk and ate a bowl of instant noodles with pitiful ingredients, taking a long time to chew on each bite, as if every drop of soup had to be carefully analyzed.

When he saw me coming, he smiled, and before he could speak, Carla walked into the office with her head held high, stretched out her hand to the mask, and said, "Carla Longinus, it is a pleasure to meet you, sir, and may we have a happy cooperation in the future." ”

The mask was dumbfounded for a few seconds and asked, "Who are you?" ”

Carla said, "I'm the daughter of Fishbone Longinus. ”

The mask asked, "Is it Lamia's?" No, how long have you and Lamia known each other? Is it a former emotional debt? ”

"I haven't met my adoptive mother, but I've heard that she is a very nice person and I'm looking forward to meeting her sooner," Carla said. ”

Because she is young and immature, she speaks maturely and steadily, showing a kind of contrast and cuteness, which does not make people feel abrupt, but wants to laugh. She leaned her small body into a chair and looked at the mask like a president, as if waiting for the mask to report to work.

Maybe in the future she will be as terrible as Lady Anne, but now she is still a lovable little one, like a lack, and I don't care about any matter how much she targets me.

He said, "You are doing it to yourself." ”

I picked up another chair, sat across from the mask, and asked, "Is business okay?" ”

The mask sighed: "It's difficult, it's difficult, officials, taxes, black, white, advertising, eyes and ears, news, informants, these all cost money, and not a penny less, so bitter that I am like a tool man." ”

I looked at him, his face became paler and thinner, as if he was being sucked by a group of female blood clans every day.

I said, "Did the Waste Clock and Soles help you?" ”

The mask replied, "They are each in charge of several floors, and there are also a few detective agencies competing with me for business, and the price is very high. ”

"Aren't we already a price of conscience?"

"But they are heart-wrenching prices, jumping prices, and now they are all pressing, the competition is very fierce, and how can there be so many cases to do?"

"Isn't my reputation useless?"

The mask said, "You're not here." Besides, now that customers only accept the price, can Longinus's reputation help them take off the green hat on their heads? ”

Well, the good thing is that I never expect the mask to make a lot of money, word of mouth, pay attention to word of mouth.

I asked, "How much grain can you buy on the black market?" The more the merrier. ”

He flipped through a rotten diary and said, "Pork, less than two tons." Mutated mutton, about a ton. ”

"How much?"

"More than 10 million credits, less than 20 million. But they may increase in price. ”

I gritted my teeth and said, "I'll take it all." "The mask is a first-class broker, he can get what others can't, I don't know how long this food lasts, but now I can only have a headache and a foot pain.

And I doubt the quality of those mutated mutton, will those unscrupulous traders mix in some meat of unknown origin?

"Unfortunately," said the mask, "Yune and Juno are out, and if you want to transport them, you will have to hire a lot of helpers, which will cost you a lot of money. ”

I screamed, "Cain is right, this world is a huge vampire, sucking me to the point of being an adult." ”

The mask was silent for a moment and asked, "Where did you hear Cain?" ”

I told him about the fragment of Erguia, and said, "The people of Salot, as well as the ancestors of the dried corpses of the Black Coffin, are looking for the fragment of Erguia, which they believe was written by Cain himself, and is of great historical value. I'd rather like to know where the rest of the volumes were, so that I could sell them at a high price, and in turn suck the blood of the black coffin. ”

As I spoke, I felt hope—hoping that the mask would know the whereabouts of the rest of the fragments. But the mask shook his head and said, "This thing is at least tens of thousands of years old, it can't all be in San Francisco, and it may even be broken a long time ago." ”

I shook my head and said, "The material used in that fragment is very special, and the changes of time and circumstances have not damaged it in the slightest. ”

The mask said, "Why are they looking for this ancient book?" In this broken world, they should be more pragmatic. ”

I said, "Humans have to worry about their lives, and the Bloods have leisure and leisure. ”

The mask asked, "Are you going to walk back to the black coffin?" Watch out for demons on the way. ”

I said, "With so much stuff, I can't teleport, don't worry, I can handle it." ”

"Then you'll have to take care of these children first."

"I'll send them back to cry first."

Carla listened curiously, her little head seemed to be recalling everything we said, she was smart, but after all, she was only six years old, and she couldn't understand the complexity of the business, the society of the bastards.

I was about to leave, but I saw Chris, a diplomat of the Sword and Shield Society, enter the detective agency, she was obviously well-dressed, noble and vulgar, pure and charming.

She said, "Ah, Mr. Longinus, I didn't know you were back in the coffin." ”

I had a polite conversation with her, introducing her to Carla and Martin, and Nana teased them, turning her gaze to the mask, and she said, "I have something to entrust Mr. Mask." ”

The mask smiled, "You are our old customer, I will serve you." ”

Nana said, "I want to go to the black market tonight to buy something, and I hope you can accompany me." ”

The mask said: "Of course, but the broker's commission, and the cost of matchmaking...."

I hurriedly stopped him and shouted, "We won't take a penny!" "What's going on in the Mask's head? Christian is the number one figure in the Sword and Shield Society, and she is a big beauty, so it is good to be able to accompany her shopping, and she doesn't charge money for masks.

Nana smiled and thanked me, her eyes watery, her eyes shining, staring only at the mask. I suddenly felt a little worried that tomorrow morning the mask would turn into a dried corpse or simply disappear. But what do you mean by that? The peony flower dies, and the ghost is also romantic. Is there a better ending in this extinct end than dying in the arms of a beautiful woman?

But why masks? Why not the pampered aristocrats? The mask is as thin as a chopstick, and it doesn't have much oil and water to serve as food.

Hearing that Chris is looking for some apparition, some hermit, some mysterious person, does she think that the mask is the person she is looking for?

Well, she must have been mistaken, but... Good luck to them.

Leaving this ominous floor, Kara asked me, "Father, I've been thinking about what you said earlier. ”

"What do you think?"

Kara whispered, "What do you mean by teleportation?" ”

I whispered in her ear, "I can go through a strange door and return to the village in fifteen minutes, and I plan to send you back first, so that you can meet Lamia directly." ”

"What about you?"

"I'll be back here and ship the goods early tomorrow morning, which could take about two days."

Carla said, "No, we don't, we're going with you!" ”

"Portals are safer and much faster. Wouldn't you like to meet Lamia earlier? Saw the Dinner Robot earlier? ”

Kara frowned and said, "Father, I will take over your shift in the future, you don't have to worry about us being in danger, we have to share your weal and woe." ”

Hearing her words, I really couldn't laugh or cry.

I took Carla Martin to meet Mr. and Mrs. Helsing, and every time I saw them, I always felt warm, and the light of their humanity was like a beacon, illuminating the lost path ahead of me. It is these people who make me concerned that make the black coffin my inseparable hometown. They weren't at home, where did they go? Is it wandering around in a black coffin? I wonder how Yaochi's physical condition is? Helsing should be able to take care of her.

At dawn, I was woken up by Carla in Lamia's old house, and then I remembered that I was going to leave early today, and Carla actually prepared breakfast for me, and strictly supervised me to brush my teeth and wash my face. In some ways, Lady Anne's education was a success.

At the door of the wall of the black coffin, I saw a moose led by a mask, four heavily armed mercenaries, placing bags of food on the moose.

These moose are the same moose I brought back, and the Ganger Bloodline used the power of discipline to make them continue to breed and grow rapidly. They are no older than four years old, but they are already huge.

Kara looked up at the behemoths, agitated and barely reserved, while Martin crouched like L in the Death Note, staring at the moose with large, boring eyes. He is afraid of people, but not of deer.

The mask said: "There are a total of 20 million credits for food and transportation. ”

I nodded and asked, "What did Nana do to you last night?" ”

"That's where it's confusing, she says she thinks she knows me, and talks about whether some of the gaps in her life have anything to do with me," Mask said. I suspect she has paranoia. ”

I said, "Isn't this a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?" She obviously fell in love with you at first sight. ”

The mask utters a wise quote in a firm and unyielding, persistent and reverent tone—

"All I need is my right hand."

I said, "Nonsense, to fall in love with the Blood, in the end, it has to be all hands, but spiritually you can enjoy pleasure." ”

"I don't want any woman to invade my personal world, it would defile my spirit and corrupt my heart," the mask said. ”

"Is your spirit still defiled? Is your heart still corrupted? I've read all the magazines you've hidden in the detective agency. ”

The mask raised his head and looked at the sun at forty-five degrees, faintly looking a little holy and a little tragic.

He said: "Even if the contents of those books are filthy, they are my pure, undisturbable personal world, which does not tolerate the intervention of women." ”

I was shocked and patted him on the shoulder, and Kara suddenly asked, "What filthy magazine?" Why can it defile the spirit and incubate the heart? ”

I looked at the mask, and he started to sweat, and so did I, and the sun was too bright and hot.

I stroked the moose's fur and said, "These big guys may be more powerful than demons, Kara, and to tell you the truth, that's my credit too." ”

Carla said, "I know everything, but what magazine? ”

"These moose are still only two or three years old, and they are only in their infancy, and the Gang blood clan does have a hand in domesticating animals. ”

Carla exclaimed, "What magazine?" Answer me quickly! ”

I said at the same time as the mask: "It's a magazine about moose breeding." "After that, we looked at each other and smiled, and our hearts were clear, which was self-evident like comrades-in-arms.

Kara was still skeptical, but the crisis of faith and purity should have been fooled.