IV

Coming out of the bazaar in the south of the city, you will soon see the central avenue.

Lenny's streets are named simply and clearly, with all east-west roads called "avenues" and all north-south roads called "avenues". The two cross-shaped arterial roads that cut through the city are called "Central Avenue" and "Central Avenue", and these two roads are used as the coordinate axis, and the rest of the roads are named after "East 1st Street" and "North 3rd Avenue".

"Well, this year's cotton market is really good. How much profit, Slave B?" Lesa looked very happy and comfortable when it came to making a profit. After selling all the cotton at the market, and then returning all the rented wagons and caravans to the chain carriage dealers, the hardships of the journey finally turned into gold in her cash box.

"After deducting the cost, it's about 2,000 pounds. Bonnie Sefir, who had become her exclusive accountant, did the math and came up with a rough result. Contrary to what it looks like on the outside, Bonnie – or Miriana – actually has more than ten years of practical experience, and even the numbers that are casually reported are basically the same.

Lesa whistled at the amount, and the two men who followed her had different expressions on their faces.

"2,000 provincial pounds, that's 200 platinum coins? "The half-elf former sea lieutenant, who can only get an officer's salary of 1 platinum coin per month, felt a little depressed when he heard this number.

Hearing this, Kezmi patted him on the shoulder: "Actually, it's not much money, we have made a big business, and we make a lot more money than this." ”

"No wonder pirates kill so much...... Leonard couldn't help but have some doubts about his previous life.

"Do you want to consider changing jobs? You've been kicked out of the Elven Navy anyway. Although my ship sank, it wasn't too hard to get another one......"

Speaking of which, the former pirate captain's words of persuasion met the sharp eyes swept by Raisa, and she immediately retreated and fled. In his memory, this woman's strength was enough to force him to use the vacuum slash three times in a day in a row before it worked, and he didn't have the courage to disobey her.

"By the way, noble lady, the journey is over, shall we find a place to celebrate?" Anne said at the right time, saving Kezmi.

"That's right. Ressa thought for a moment, "It's been a long time since everyone worked hard. Inquire about the best restaurants, Annie?"

Soon, Anne Seiffel returned with the answer: "'Xizhao' in the West 3rd section of Central Avenue is said to be the best restaurant in the area. ”

"Let's go, then!" Lesa waved her hand and gave an order that could not be disobeyed. However, to receive this group of former outlaws, it is not good news for "Sunset......

After about two hours, it was already completely dark.

"Xizhao" is located in the West 3rd District, not far from the United Parliament Building. Whoever you ask, they'll tell you that the 20-year-old "Yuzhao" is the best restaurant in Lenny.

Its gates are dazzling: at least eight rays of light of various colors shoot out from the corners of the nearby streets and converge on a huge signboard to form a dark orange sunset glow. Huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows and glass revolving doors are enough to be admired, and in the words of a newspaper advertisement, "the restaurant looks like a crystal palace for the fabled gods to enjoy."

Tonight, however, the Crystal Palace was overrun by a group of blood-drinking barbarians.

About twenty young men in tattered clothes and with very vicious expressions were scattered on more than a dozen tables in the hall of this high-end restaurant, grabbing and devouring all kinds of high-class dishes without any etiquette or demeanor. The fine dining room was transformed into a cafeteria, and the central table was put together in a ring, and the main course, appetizers, desserts, and soups were mixed together, all in large basins, and placed at the tables for the barbarians to take at their disposal.

Rough laughter echoed inside the restaurant.

The out-of-tune singing cheers each other on, and it is even more out of tune.

The clashing of wine glasses was mixed in with these sounds.

Naturally, no one dined except these people. The culprits of all this, the "Alchemist of Pure Gold and His Servants", sat in a remote corner of the restaurant, enjoying this extraordinarily cheap and cost-effective meal with peace of mind.

The outfits that Lesa Helmont had chosen were still all golden. As usual, the Alchemist of Pure Gold had little interest in the various dishes today, just lit a cigarette, sipped red wine, and stared boredly at the distance when Kezmi and his front men were having a "manly drinking party". Former Navy officer Leonard Kekawi, who had been a little in good spirits since he came ashore, just sat silently next to her without saying a word.

The sound of long breaths exhaling smoke.

"A buffet will cost you five hundred gold pounds, you think it will be a little expensive, Bonnie?" Lesa felt a little pain when she took out a thousand pounds at a time.

"A restaurant of this grade should be normal...... bar. As she said that, Bonnie, who had read the menu, turned her head and quietly stuck out her tongue. First of all, the fierce and vicious Kezmi pirate group and the huge golden golem rushed into the store, and then Lesa appeared in a golden light, and the clerks of "Sunset" were already frightened enough, and at this time, a half-elf who looked gentle came up and asked, "Is the 500 gold coin buffet okay?", and the clerks naturally grabbed it as a lifesaver, not thinking about whether the price was too low. If you really calculate according to the recipe, so many people will have to eat more than 2,000 gold coins to be able to use it.

"It's normal...... So be it. Looks like it's time to think about making the next buck again......" Lesa sighed, seemingly regretting that she hadn't been able to save more money. She rolled another cigarette, and the table went cold again.

Anne turned her head boredly to see a few more people standing in front of the store, stunned by the reality that this place had become a buffet restaurant. However, this time the guests were different from the previous ones, and one of them was extremely eye-catching, which instantly attracted her attention.

It was a middle-aged man with a grim face and deep eyes, wearing the blue uniform of the Free Army, giving people a considerable sense of oppression. Whoever sees it will admit that he is a born soldier. His epaulettes are adorned with two gold stars and a silver cross, and the epaulettes are white.

Bonnie noticed him as well, and pouted in some surprise. Her mouth didn't open, but her sister could hear her: "Major General? It's not just a major general......"

"It should be...... Uh......" Anne recalled, grabbing her hair, using the same psychic magic, "I just read it in the history books two days ago, and white seems to be the ...... of the Central Army"

"I remembered, too. The silver cross is a temporary military rank that means 'actually leading troops' and is meant to distinguish it from ordinary honorary major generals. It's like...... Well, all the magistrates of the Eastern Dahua Empire have the same word 'quan', which is a tradition. He was a temporary lieutenant general leading the Central Army...... "Bonnie struggled to recall," he ...... Now, there should be only two temporary generals in Lenny. ”

"Which two?" asked Anne.

"There should be only two nearby units allocated by the Union Council for military funds, and the commanders of these two should be Clad López and Diko Lemda. Bonnie replied with great certainty, "...... The latter should be a temporary major general, then it is the former. ”

"Clad López?!Are you sure?is it the one with the same name as Emperor Gustav Hugh Kerman?" Anne's telepathy quivered, and her face changed slightly. Even if she has to rely on turning to history books from time to time to make up for her lessons, she knows the fame of this person. She was thrilled to see such a big shot in person — just like she had when she first met Ressa Helmont and Leonard Kakkawi.

"I'm sure...... It's that Clad López. With that, Bonnie fell into deep thought. Anne felt that she was thinking about something, so she didn't bother anymore.

As soon as the lieutenant general stepped through the door, he was stunned for a moment—presumably because he had seen the group of former pirates. The waiter hurried up to meet him, muttering something to him.

"I guess I'm telling them to leave. Anne snickered, she had seen at least 20 guests turn around and leave when they saw the situation inside, and 10 others had been advised to leave by the waiter.

To her surprise, the middle-aged man did not flinch, but pointed his finger in the direction where they were, and said something with a smile. The waiter was stunned for a moment, but reluctantly agreed. It didn't take magic to enhance her hearing, but Anne could guess what he was saying: it must be an aristocratic statement like "Since women have the guts to stay, why don't we dare to dine here?"

She also guessed another fact: the waiter did not dare to tell the lieutenant general the true face of the seemingly innocuous guest at the table.

Only then did she have time to notice the two people following the lieutenant general. The first man, dressed in a black robe, looked quite old, but was no more than thirty-five years old, and lacked the weatheriness and depth of Cladé López's gaze. The second is an inconspicuous black-haired teenager with narrowed eyes and a constant yawn, giving people a feeling of being unmotivated. It should be the kind of lazy young mage who neglects to exercise and feels tired with a little magic, Anne thought. She used to be such a mage herself, delicious, lazy, and sleepy...... Although these points seem to be the common occupational diseases of young women two hundred years later.

Out of curiosity, as an expert in supermagic, she silently issued a silent magic detection technique.

A gray filter descended from her retina, and the brightness of the outside world symbolized the strength of her magic. In this day and age, most mages don't even go out of their way to hide their magical aura, and this magic is still quite effective detection magic.

The silver cutlery that should have been shiny was nothing more than a black ambient decoration in the gray field of view. The magic candle used for lighting is only a glimmer of light. The table was dark in color, and the crystal turntable on top of it had a slight magical effect - probably a small effect like automatic rotation. She nodded in satisfaction, and then she focused her gaze on everyone.

She and her sister were dressed in pure black armor, and their bodies glowed dimly under the influence of anti-detection magic—in fact, they were both supposed to be shiny. Ressa Helmont's entire equipment emitted a normal glow, and the alchemist himself was slightly brighter than the equipment on his body. The half-elf himself didn't seem to have any magical cultivation, but the thin sword was a little shiny. The magical aura on that young man's body was as insignificant as his appearance. The black robe of the black-robed man was also black under the detection field, and the mana on his own body was only slightly lower than that of Raisa. As for that Clad López......

There was no light on the middle-aged soldier's body, almost the same dim glow as the two of them themselves, to be exact. Anti-detection, Anne thought. She was slightly disappointed: this way she couldn't be sure of the strength of the other party's magic.

The group walked in their direction, and the black-robed man and the young man also noticed their table. When they saw her and her sister, their eyes lit up visibly, and Anne felt that her precious self-esteem had been stretched.

Once they were seated, the snap of the fingers of the caller rang out.

Taking advantage of the waiter's passing by, Lesa also ordered a bottle of wine. The first bottle of wine had already flushed her cheeks. “...... Speaking of which, Anne, you seem to have raised the question of opening a store before, what kind of store are you going to open?"

"Uh, the underwear store ......," Anne Seiffel said in a low voice, thinking that there was a stranger behind her.

"Lingerie? what is that?" Lesa was a little puzzled, "Are you talking about shirts or petticoats, which can make a lot of money?"

"Well, it's not a shirt or a petticoat, it's something different......" Anne hesitated, thinking about how to explain this "invention that was ahead of its time." "Bras, panties, suspenders, swimsuits and stuff like that. ”

Lesa looked even more confused: "Bras, panties, suspenders??? swimsuits???? what are you talking about, Annie?"

"Uh...... What's this...... Bras are ......" Anne stammered, unable to catch up with Lesa for a while, but luckily she had a very resilient sister.

"Bras, panties, garments, swimsuits, these are some of the women's internal attire of the congregation to which we belong, and they are required to be worn, just like Protestant gowns. Bonnie used their fake identities as a starting point to fill in the loophole for her sister. "Since only women are allowed in our congregation, there is something unique about the dress of the women. These outfits are much more comfortable and beautiful to wear than the existing women's outfits, and we feel that there should be a chance to generate profits......"

"So, these are nun suits?" the alchemist interrupted, asking.

"Uh...... What's this...... That's right...... bar. Bonnie quietly apologized for the word "nun." She felt that perhaps she had done something unforgivable to history.

"Wait a minute?" Lesa muttered, "didn't you come out to travel and go on trials, why are you so enthusiastic about making money?

"Manni Order. The two sisters said in unison the answer that had already been communicated, "The purpose of our congregation is to rely on money to do righteousness. Relying on money to do righteousness is the only way to carry out the will of the gods. ”

"Rely on money to do righteousness? I want to join in. Lesa leaned forward, snuffed out her cigarette, and asked with interest, "Tell me about your 'Order Uniform', is there a real thing?"

"Uh...... Wait a minute......" Anne turned, rummaging through her coarse satchel. She quietly recited a magic and prepared to make a makeshift bra as a sample.

"Let me introduce myself first. "The voice is undoubtedly Clad López. His voice was very low, with a magnetism that had been through the vicissitudes of life. "My name is Clad López, active Major General of the Free Army, Temporary Lieutenant General. Thank you for taking care of your little girl over the years. ”

The four men who listened intently, or eavesdropped on him—two men and two women—all turned to the same thought at the same time: We already knew.

"Don't dare to be. Ling Qianjin's talent is too high...... I am thankful that I didn't mistake anyone. I have the highest respect for your magical abilities and intelligence-gathering abilities, which I am not far superior to for my ability to do nothing. The voice was very gloomy, but it seemed to be deliberately gloomy. It was about the voice of a black-robed man.

"If I said that, wouldn't I be even more useless. In order to pursue her blind ideals, my wife died of illness, and even my daughter did not want to recognize me as a father...... Ha. "The sound of liquid flowing into the throat. "This ...... It's retribution. What ideals, what aspirations ......"

"This ......" After a moment of silence, the black-robed man's voice sounded again. "However, I, an incompetent mage, have taught her for so many years, and I know her character somewhat. It's hard to change the things that make a daughter's decision...... Isn't it, Soleton?"

This "Soleton" was probably the name of the humble teenager, Anne thought, a name as weak as his presence, too hard to remember—she had forgotten almost instantly.

"That's right...... She decides things and almost never changes. I grew up with her and couldn't get to know her better. His voice, like his appearance, was lethargic.

A long silence followed. It sounds like Clad López's past is quite tragic, not only losing his wife, but also refusing to recognize his daughter...... Anne felt some sympathy, and whispered to her sister beside her, "Did he continue the string later, and what happened to her daughter?"

Bonnie frowned and thought back, "I haven't seen the Clad López biography...... But there seems to be a mention in the history books that he lost his wife and daughter in middle age. ”

"It's miserable......" Anne seemed to be touched.

"Well, I don't think he needs your sympathy. If you even sympathize with Clad López, I'm afraid you have to sympathize with 99 percent of the people of this era. Seeing that her sister showed an expression of "I really want to be a savior", my sister hurriedly reminded in a low voice.

Continuous sound of pouring, drinking, pouring, drinking.

"It's really wrong with me. Say these things...... It's embarrassing for everyone. Come, come, drink!" Clad sounded, then the first glasses clashing against each other. "By the way, when are you going to propose to that nun, 'my brother' Mr. Namen...... Uh, or Mr. Fran, she probably hasn't taken a real lifelong vow. ”

It didn't sound like much, but it provoked an eavesdropper.

He ...... What did he just say?" Anne Seiffel's hand shook, and the gold lace bra in her hand fell to the ground, and she even forgot to pick it up.

The name. The name. This person. This person. Her pulse quickened, like a wild horse on the loose.

"It's Namen, N-a-i, M-e-n. In the Old Elf language, it means 'there is no such person'. Bonnie took her hand tightly, stopped her involuntary trembling, and calmly confirmed. "It's that person. ”

“...... Which one?" asked Anne, holding on to the last glimmer of hope, "which ...... was you talking about?"

No way. No way. It's a delusion. It's a delusion. Not an uncle. It shouldn't be an uncle...... Her heart was beating violently, and her thoughts were beating with it.

Bonnie tried her best to put on a blank face: "Well, unfortunately, it should be the uncle's one." It is unlikely that the teenager could be López's younger brother. ”

"It doesn't look like a 16-year-old?" "If it's a nightmare, wake up." If this is a fictional world, dissipate......

"I wouldn't be surprised if his son was 16 years old. ”

"Perhaps...... Is it a coincidence? He may not be the man...... and he just said 'Mr. Fran'......"

"Well, of course it's probably a coincidence. However, logically speaking, it is not impossible, for example, the original name was 'Namen Fran', and then he was given the surname. Bonnie finished her with a golden pair of suspenders and a golden one-piece swimsuit and gave it to Lessa. "Dear Madam, we have found a new set of Order uniforms. You can give it a try. ”

The alchemist took the entire set of "Order Uniforms" with doubts, and looked at it for a moment. "Looks like it was made for me, wouldn't it be too revealing with just such a bit of fabric?"

Bonnie laughed, "This uniform is worn under the outer garment, just like wearing leather armor to wear a corset and a corset." However, it is more comfortable than a corset and a corset. Two sets of uniforms, one for everyday wear, and one for swimming and bathing. The latter set is characterized by the fact that it does not become transparent even if it is exposed to water. ”

"Oh. Lesa stared at the cloth-like objects for a moment, then finally made up her mind and stood up. "So, how do you wear these things? I'll try them on now. ”

Hearing this, the half-elf, who was drinking and had already shown drunkenness, was suddenly choked by the aroused association, and almost fell on the table. He hurriedly spoke, "This, Ms. Helmont, this kind of dress...... At least...... At the very least, we should cover it up?"

"What are you thinking, Mr. Kakkawi?" Lesa gave him a cold look, her right elbow slamming into the half-elf's back. The unfortunate half-elf groaned and curled up on the couch. The alchemist ignored him, picked up Bonnie and walked to the corner, using Transfiguration to create a makeshift dressing room.

The sound of an object's shape changing. The sound of the curtain flipping.

"Don't peek!" Bonnie admonished, poking her head out of the locker room. So, next to the table, only Kakawi, who continued to drink, and Anne Sefir, who had never been able to raise her head, were left.

"Impossible...... No way...... It's all fake...... It won't be the old cow eating the young grass...... And he's going to propose to someone else?!"

The blonde girl covered her head, countless thoughts swirling in her mind. For some reason, she could easily accept the undead monster who was over two hundred years old, but it was difficult to accept this thirty-year-old uncle - let alone the uncle who was about to get married.

Why...... Why did she feel so resistant?

Don't...... Her love for him is not unconditional?

What does she love...... Or is it ......

No, no, she knew she wasn't shaken. Shaken because she doesn't have enough intelligence...... Yes, it must be so, it must be so.

"I'm here for love. For love. The girl whispered to herself.

Calm down. To be calm, she told herself, she must be calm, and not to lose her judgment when she hears that name.

There's a lot of possibility, isn't it? For example, this person has nothing to do with Namen Hugh Kirman at all, or...... Or......

Although she couldn't think of any other possibilities for a while, other possibilities must exist. After making this conclusion that numbs herself, she perked up again and continued to listen to the conversation next door. Yes, information and intelligence, she needs more information and intelligence to be able to make a judgment.

Obviously, just as she had been struck just now, the topic of the next table had jumped many times.

"This greeting gift...... It's too heavy, isn't it? And...... This gun doesn't have an arquebus?"

The voice was from a black-robed person - she was reluctant to match this uncle with the name "Naimon" for the time being. The black-robed man seemed to be checking a greeting gift, like a pistol.

"These two guns have a partial-turn barrel design that allows for six consecutive shots, but it takes a long time to reload after each shot. My dwarven friends don't have the ability to fix the slow reload yet, but the amulet should be sufficient. No matter how fast the spell is, it can't be as fast as the collision between the runner and the flint. I used to use it myself, but now I don't use it anymore. ”

This passage is clearly the interpretation of Clad López, who has been praised by later historians as "nothing can be perfect".

"Haha...... I've never been able to play with these mechanical things. Keep these two guns in your hands, and you might still be of some use. "The sound of the box closing. "The rest of the matter is decided. ”

The sound of the box opening again.

The sound of mechanical collision and disassembly.

The sound of the box closing.

"Did you keep that silver one?did you keep it for Danika, or did you keep it for the other girls?" General López's voice smiled slightly.

"Uh, what is this......" I heard. The young man's voice was panicked, and he seemed to be flustered even in his movements.

The sound of scrambling with machinery.

The misoperation causes the sound of the gears hitting the flint.

The sound of a misfire causing a fire to explode.

The sound of bullets flying aimlessly.

The sound of glass bottles breaking due to coincidence.

The only problem was that the bottle was on Kezmi Stihaus's desk.

O gods of the Old Church, Orthodoxy, and Protestantism...... Or oh my God.

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