Customs, Immigration Department.

Sitting in front of the dressing table, staring intently at herself in the mirror, Cang Meiling's face switched from time to time with a sweet smile, a seductive smile, a pure smile, a pitiful smile, and a dignified and virtuous smile

can appear here, regardless of appearance, figure, and temperament, Kura Misuzu is undoubtedly the best choice.

As predicted at the time of departure, as soon as they entered the customs, the police of country Z directly isolated and detained their gifts.

Next, there was neither interrogation, nor expulsion, of course, there was no abuse, from the first moment she stepped into the land of country Z, to now, 2 hours have passed, and Cang Meiling has been locked up in this suite, and no one has communicated with her.

The room is not too high-end, but it is quite exquisite, it is also quite clean, and the facilities are very complete, the lounge is equipped with treadmills, TVs, massage chairs, and even a pool table, books, computers, game consoles, and all kinds of entertainment equipment are also placed in the whole room.

No one communicates with themselves, and there is no network for electronic devices.

This kind of life may be unbearable for many people.

However, for Cang Meiling, who joined the artist office early, received strict training, and was accustomed to strict management, this is an extremely rare adjustment time.

And days

Looking at the clock, Cang Meiling silently counted the approximate time predicted by the firm.

Another day, I'm going to have to adjust myself to the best I can be!

The senior management of the firm, as well as the bureaucrats who obviously did not belong to the firm, remembered what they said to themselves very clearly when they assembled:

As long as he can squeeze into Wu Qingchen's side, his younger brother, parents, close relatives, and if he leaves Wu Qingchen's side, any conditions can be met!

Squeezed to Wu Qingchen's side. This is the only requirement of the firm, and the bureaucrats, that they do not need to do anything that might cause dissatisfaction in country Z or Mr. Wu Qingchen.

This condition, of course, is very generous.

However, for Cang Meiling, who has been yearning for a gorgeous stage since she was along, and did not hesitate to accept strict training and strict contracts, the gathering of global eyes made Cang Meiling full of desire.

And now, as long as you can squeeze next to Mr. Wu Qingchen, even if it is only for one day, no, even if it is only one night, you can immediately gain the attention of 0 billion people!

As long as she thought about this temptation, Cang Meiling was full of heat.

If there was a gentleman with horns on his head and a sulfurous smell on his body, who claimed that he could help Cang Meiling fulfill this desire, she would immediately sign her name without hesitation.

Cang, you must work hard! Do your best!

Cang Meiling cheered herself up, another thing of the bureaucracy also gave Cang Meiling a little more hope: under the export of Japan for many years, many East Asian men like their partners who are light and soft.

According to the valuable information collected by the Japanese state with all its efforts and the loss of a large number of people, Mr. Wu Qingchen, there are also many works with similar themes in the file!

Cang, you must work hard! Be sure to take your chance! You know, when you sign a contract with the firm, you are going to go in this direction!

"Tuk Tuk"

There was a knock on the door.

Hey? Cang Meiling looked over in surprise.

There was another knock on the "tuk-tuk" door.

Although she didn't have a key and didn't know that she was the owner of the room, Cang Meiling still reacted and said softly: Please come in.

The door was pushed open.

Several officers walked in.

"Sister Cang Meiling, do you have time?" The leading police officer said in fluent Japanese, "Now, there is something related to Mr. Wu that needs your help. ”

Oh my! I was chosen!

Oh my! Oh my! Oh my! I was really chosen!

Fame!

Savior!

A Japanese National Treasure!

Global Idol!

A series of wonderful titles instantly surged into Cang Meiling's heart.

"It's an honor." Cang Meiling tried her best to suppress herself, she wanted to show the sweetest smile she usually has, but the expression on her face, no matter how she looked at it, was a little distorted.

Ten minutes later.

Walking out of the suite, Cang Meiling was surprised to see that in this enclosed building, there were many suites with their doors open.

On both sides, in the corridor opposite, on each floor, there were two or three graceful and elegant girls, under the watchful eye of the police officers, walking towards the elevator.

Cang Meiling also walked to the elevator.

In the elevator, Cang Meiling suddenly found that entering this elevator and the girl who appeared in the corridor just now seemed to have a common characteristic.

Compare all the heights.

It turns out that what the firm told me is really true?

Thank you, warriors of the intelligence community, for your sacrifices, and please continue to bless me!

Good at wearing high-waisted pants, accustomed to stepping on the inside to increase height, proficient in makeup, good at changing expressions, and changing age in clothes

What else? The police officer who led the team hurriedly opened the minutes of the training group:

Ah, almost forgot!

Those perverts who look and are completely opposite to their genders are all masters of these aspects!

Thankfully, the bastards hadn't had time to be deported yet

The village of Ekri, 5 km away.

Barony of Akford, 21 km away.

Halfway up the hill, a team slowly climbs up.

The team consisted of two oxen, two carts, three horses, dozens of people, and a large pile of poultry and livestock.

A wide-bodied, iron-masked knight with a chain mail on his face and a tall warhorse walked in the center of the procession.

At the knight's side, two attendants in chain mail led the horses and looked around vigilantly.

In front of and behind these three superior men, seven or eight soldiers carrying spears with precious iron spear heads on the top and a layer of leather armor on their chests, slowly advanced.

At the back of the line, three soldiers drove a large group of men in ragged clothes, with bruised noses and swollen faces, and their hands tied together by a long rope.

A few skilled peasants, at the back of the procession, drove goats, geese, cows, and a cart towed by two ploughing oxen, which was haphazardly stacked with tents, water bladders, buckwheat, peas, baskets, farm implements, two wounded, a corpse, and a handful of not very honest fowl, which were noisy and shouting all the way, and scurrying about, until they were caught and bundled.

Turning over the hills, a hillside much higher than the hill came into view.

It was nearly dusk, and at the top of the hillside, a huge shadow cast over the entire team.

Looking at the direction of the top of the hillside, the source of the huge shadow, the superior people, the soldiers, and the farmers in the ranks, their spirits were lifted, and their tired steps immediately lightened a little.

"Ahh

Looking at the tall creature in front of them, the captives were dumbfounded, and several of them even cried out involuntarily.

"Phew!" Saliva and the shaft of the spear fell on the captive who spoke out at the same time: "Shut up, thief! ”

The squire on the right glanced appreciatively at the warriors who had struck.

This is Fort Collins.

How could the whole parish of Fishgard, one of the fifteen pillars of the Church, be desecrated by the humble thief, with its filthy cry.

By this time, the castle had already discovered the team.

In the distance, the bell sounded to warn the castle inside.

The leading knight waved his hand, and one of the attendants turned on his horse, and the leader rushed over.

For about ten minutes, the rhythm of the bell slowed down a lot, but it didn't stop.

After another twenty minutes or so, the team reached the top of the hill and stopped a few dozen steps from the castle.

It is a majestic castle.

In front of it, the faint mortal must look up.

The castle was extremely tall, several times taller than the most well-to-do wooden house.

The castle covers a very wide area, and from one end to the other, the tallest farmer has to walk for a long time.

Its exterior walls, not a single piece of wood, are mostly made of extremely sticky, tightly pressed mud blocks, and the base is made of unimaginable stone foundations.

Towering lookouts, square arrow stacks, exuding a formidable atmosphere, moss-covered walls, and pitted towers tell the story of a long history.

Several warriors, surrounded by two young men, appeared in the tower.

The young man standing on the left beckoned downward: "Teacher, is that you?" ”

The knight approached the horse, took off his iron mask, looked up, and said, "Yes, Loharin. ”

"I'm sorry, teacher."

The young man named Loharin still looked at it carefully.

"Pastor Tobila" Half a minute later, Loharin turned his head: "I can see clearly, here is my teacher." ”

"Yes, Pastor Loharin" Another young man also nodded: "I can also see clearly, it is indeed Deacon Marta below!" ”

"Open the door, put the drawbridge, the deacon master is here!"

The sound of a winch turning, and a narrow drawbridge was lowered, over a trench filled with wooden sticks, and set up in front of the team.

Stepping over the narrow drawbridge and through the equally narrow doorway, the procession entered the castle.

"Teacher, are you alright?" Loharin had already run down the tower, waited next to the doorway, and looked at the teacher with concern: "I seem to have seen a corpse!" ”

"Well, I'm fine, poor Bayonne was stabbed in the chest"

With the assistance of the two attendants, Deacon Marta turned over and dismounted: "Drive these damned bastards into the dungeon, and carry Kir and Nibin to Deacon Pefoss, and poor Bayonne wash him clean." ”

Driving out the prisoners, carrying the wounded, moving the corpses, the soldiers went into action.

"What's going on?" Loharin also came over and helped Marta untie the chain mail.

Hearing the student's question, Deacon Marta gestured to the captives, "Let's take a look at these guys."

"Is this the thief who attacked the reclamation point" Loharin looked over, and the soldiers were driving the captives to the dungeon: "Oh no, why are these guys so strong?" They can't be thieves! ”

"No, they're thieves." Deacon Marta smiled, "At the very least, Lord Illuth will definitely confirm that they are thieves." ”

"Was it arranged by Illus?" Loharin clenched his fists tightly: "Damn, I shouldn't have taken his ransom last time, I should have smashed his head directly!" ”

"Ellus alone would not have had the courage," Deacon Marta shook his head, "If I'm not mistaken, the parish of Florence doesn't seem to like our reclamation site either. ”

"These bastards! The scum of the church! ”

"Actually, it's nothing, I hope that the parish of Flens will not be too close to us next time it chooses a reclamation site."

Deacon Marta took off the mace and long dagger hanging on the side of the warhorse: "Anyway, most of the materials in the reclamation point have taken the rest of this time, so leave it to the priest." ”

Taking the hammer, Loharin's hands sank slightly, compared with when the teacher set off, the surface of the hammer was dark brown, and the pure natural anti-rust coating was much thicker.

"Okay"

Unarming everything, Deacon Marta breathed a deep sigh of relief, "I've been holding it for two days, and I finally don't have to wear these things." ”

"The teacher has worked hard." Loharin Road.

"Hmm" Moving his body, Deacon Marta asked, "Is the priest there?" Vespers are over, right? ”

"It's over, the priest should still be in the church now."

"Okay, I'll go see him."

"Teacher," Loharin suddenly called Deacon Marta.

What's wrong? What's the matter?

Marta turned her head and asked with her eyes.

"Hmm," Loharin looked around slightly.

"Hmm." Marta nodded similarly slightly, "Go ahead and wait for me." ”

About an hour or so, Deacon Marta walked into Loharin's room.

Deacon Marta was not accompanied by an attendant, and when he entered the room, Loharin quickly closed the door.

Turning, Loharin invited Marta to sit down, then removed a box and pulled out a parchment roll from the crack in the wall behind it.

"Teacher, please take a look at this."

Five minutes later, Talma's twin of smashing the anti-tax inferior, the damned thief, the rebellious knight, and the other parish priests, of course, very occasionally, and quite secretly, began to tremble slightly, their rock-steady arms: "Is this true? Praia's, is it true? ”

"Yes, Brother John's is true"

Loharin nodded solemnly, "Teacher, look at this again." ”

With that, Loharin walked over to the wall behind the box and took out another item inch by inch from the hole in the wall with great care.

Turning around slowly, slowly walking to Talma's side, Loharin slowly, even reverently, put a few joe rods in his hand in front of his and Praia's common teacher, Deacon Talma.

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