The twilight was sinking in the west, and the sky had become dark, but there was still some time before the night came completely.

Children frolicked through the streets, women lit their fires, the factory clock rang in the distance, and after a few minutes of waiting, the factory's brand-new steel gates were pushed open, and men in blue or black workers' uniforms, straightened their waists, poured into the streets and scattered towards the newly built workers' quarters.

The workers of Wenning were well-paid, able-bodied, hard-working, and wore tired and confident smiles on their faces coloured by fire, dye, or oil. Most of them are not very old, and the oldest is not over 30 years old. The young workers have a healthy body and spirit, excellent technology and a glorious sense of mission, they represent the new values of Nanling after entering the era of industrialization, shining under the glory of silver roses, they firmly believe that what awaits them and the whole Nanling is an unprecedented bright future.

"It's hard to imagine that ten years ago this was just a slum, don't you think? ”

Walking through the streets, where even the air was filled with oil and sweat, the neatly dressed young gentleman made such an inquiry to the young man beside him with a happy face.

"Master Hogan, please don't forget our true mission of coming to Nanling this time. The silent young man lightly reminded his young master, he knew very well that once his young master became excited, he would become a little carried away.

"I'd love to see for myself what kind of man the legendary Sir Evan Ian really is, how he could do such an incredible thing!"

Hogan danced and told his thoughts to the servants beside him.

"Master Hogan......" Fraser sighed, "I don't want to remind you ......"

Hogan didn't notice the young man's words at all, he still said endlessly: "Fran Lil, do you hear? The new model army reorganized by the old emperor [***], with a force of less than 30,000 men, attacked the New Dragon Song City in two months! When was the last time the Nanling people were beaten back to the New Dragon Song City? Probably when the last Duke Ian died in battle, right?"

"Master Hogan......"

The young man tugged at his tuxedo, collared shirt and gentleman's hat, and kept showing the young man: "Fran Lille, look at this again! The latest style of Southridge fashion, from the material to the design, is a novelty fashion that has never been seen before! It is easy to move and looks good, and of course the price is also expensive......

"Master Hogan......"

"Then, Franrier, do you see it? These [big workshops]! These workers! All of them are ordinary people who don't know any magic! Only key technicians have the ability to apprentice from mid-level to high-level apprentices! Such ordinary commoners make so many goods that were difficult for even professional alchemists to make before! My clothes! My sister's perfume! My father's delicate pistol! My mother's sandalwood carved folding fan! Oh my God!

"Huo ......"

"And then! Fran Lil, all the results here are the work of the Duke of the Silver Rose! Or rather, the legendary Sir Evan Ian created it alone! You must be very suspicious of how the Duke of Ian came up with such a large sum of money after so many years of fighting with the Dragon Song royal family? Then I, Evan Iantong, will tell you! First of all, ......."

"Young Master Hogan!" the young man finally couldn't help it, he looked at his young master angrily, his blue eyes were full of stern rebuke, "Please pay attention, Lord Hogan didn't let you come to worship idols......!"

At this point, the young man in the cap, shirt and bib looked left and right, and then lowered his voice: "I came here to kill Evan Ian in your mouth!"

"I really can't imagine why the master would send you, the young master who admires Sir Evan Ian so much, to come here, and the young master actually agreed without hesitation. ”

The young man angrily pushed open the door of the joint location agreed with the other party's organization.

It's a small bar called Nolan Jire, I don't know what it has to do with the big restaurant of the same name across the street, but it looks inconspicuous from the outside, push the door in, and the interior of the bar is unexpectedly not cramped, with soft lighting, wooden tables and chairs, creating a warm atmosphere that people can't help but relax.

"Because I've been living in the palace like this and can't go out?" The young man with the pseudonym Hogan looked relaxed, and he spun the short staff in his hand, "This place looks good, and I don't think that the person I worship will be killed by these ant-like Nanling nobles." ”

There was little logical connection in the young man's few words, but the young man seemed to have adapted to his master's way of speaking, and he sighed: "Yes...... But whether it is you, young master, or the master, his thoughts are too strange, and he obviously thinks that the other party cannot succeed, but he still intends to help them. ”

"Because we're arms dealers. ”

Hogan summed up the conversation, then pointed to the bar: "I think it's nice there, let's just sit there." ”

"......" Frasliner's expression was a little distorted, the bar counter is the most conspicuous place in the entire bar, didn't this stupid young master even think about hiding people's eyes and ears?!

But knowing that he couldn't be persuaded by him, Fralan Lil smiled bitterly and could only follow Hogan towards the bar.

"Hi ~ good evening, beauty. Hogan greeted the woman behind the bar.

Franriel looked up with some vigilance, focusing on the woman who was accosted by Hogan.

Even Fran Lil has to admit that this woman is indeed an unscrupulous beauty.

The woman was about 25 years old, dressed like a waitress, wearing an ordinary dark dress, a light yellow scarf casually wrapped around the dress, long dark purple hair coiled behind her head, and a seductive luster flashing in her violet eyes.

In the face of Hogg's seemingly frivolous accompaniment, the woman coped with it with ease.

"No, guest. Raising his fingers and twisting the bunched sideburns on his chest, he subconsciously wrapped it around, and then the slender white index finger stayed an inch on the tip of Hogan's nose with a faint fragrance of hair, "Here, please call me Lady Cynthia, or Miss Cynthia." ”

The barmaid named Cynthia gave a sparkling smile (Fran Lil saw someone next to her pour beer into her nose), then danced and spun around as she picked up the order from the shelf behind her and placed it in front of Hogan: "So, first-time guests, what do you need to order?"

Franriel was satisfied to see that Hogan was not seduced by the woman, and he showed a sunny smile as always: "Please bring me two drinks that are exactly the same as the friend next to me." ”

Hey! I didn't say anything, did you order it for me?" Fran Lil wanted to complain, but he endured, mainly because he saw that the black-robed guest, whose face was invisible, was drinking a drink that looked very beautiful.

"Two glasses of Ice Dream Snow cocktails? Okay. Cynthia hummed a song and began to prepare behind the bar, and at this moment, Hogan kept talking to the black-robed man beside him: "This friend, how does this drink you drink taste? Can you tell me?"

Do you ask the other person for their opinion after you have finished clicking it......

Franriel already has a certain immunity to his young master's strange behavior, but he still complains more or less in his heart.

The black-robed man who looked of medium stature didn't pay attention to Hogan at all, which made Hogan a little embarrassed.

"Well done!" Framriel silently gave a thumbs up in his heart, "A person like this, the more he ignores him, the more he will be faced!"

After digging out the boredom, Hogan was not angry, he smiled, and was about to make persistent efforts-

The bar door opened again, and two people, one tall and one short, thin and fat, walked in.

In his hands he held two umbrellas, one black and one white.

"Strange...... Is it raining outside?" the proprietress Cynthia subconsciously looked at the door, shook her head, and took her gaze back.

Franrier stood up, he looked at the young master beside him, and when he nodded imperceptibly, Franrier took out a black rose in a glass box from his bag.

The special fresh-keeping magic box allows this black rose to remain delicate and beautiful even after being picked for thirteen days.

"Alright, the two of you are condensing the ice and snow. At that moment, Cynthia put two cocktails on the bar with a sincere smile on her face.

Fran Riel was about to hold the Black Rose and walk to a more prominent place to attract the other party's attention, but Hogan dragged the glass box in his hand over.

"Beautiful Miss Cynthia, although I have only met you for less than ten minutes, I suddenly found that I have fallen hopelessly in love with you! In fact, I am a poor florist, and this precious [Black Onyx] is the only thing I can give you, please accept it!"

""Poof"

Flannrier didn't have to look back to imagine the choked man behind him.

"It's just that the fat on the chest is relatively large......"

Franriel thought to himself with some sourness.

"Huh?!, is it?" said the shopkeeper with a happy smile on her face, "Then I'll take it~"

A shameless woman...... The sourness in Franrier's heart was even greater.

"The box too. Qianqianyu's hand poked out a little, and seeing that Hogan didn't react, she quickly stretched out her hand and pulled the glass box used to keep it fresh, until then Cynthia's face was slightly apologetic, her hands folded, and she held the black onyx and glass box in her hand and showed a "very sorry" smile to Hogan: "But I can't accept your courtship, because I already have someone I like!"

"I don't believe it!" "Didn't you already know!?" "Excuse! This must be a pretext!" "Miss Cynthia is just talking! No one has ever seen Miss Cynthia's boyfriend!" "We still have hope!" "Don't give up! "Comrade-in-arms!"

Franriel always felt that somewhere she didn't know, there was an extremely touching scene going on.

"Ah, is that so, then there is no way. Hogan scratched his head, then took a sip of the cocktail from the bar.

Franriel saw that the other party had noticed the movement on this side and was walking towards it.

"Let's go, Fran Lil. Hogan stood up with his wine glass, and then he looked at Cynthia behind the bar, revealing a sad expression as if his heart was really broken, "Lovely young lady, the time I spent with you is so short that I am infatuated, but I am very sorry that my pure heart, which has just been rejected by you, is hurting terribly, so please allow me to leave you for a while, in a quiet corner, and quietly swallow this sad bitter water." ”

"It's okay, don't worry about me, just leave. Cynthia put the black onyx into the glass box, and then waved goodbye to Hogan unusually cheerfully.

"Here it is!" Miss Cynthia's frozen flame smiled!" "Goddess-like devil's kiss!

Hearing the exaggerated cry behind him, Franrier's lips couldn't help but twitch again.

And Hogan tugged at him: "Let's go." ”

Franriel nodded, keeping up with Hogan's pace, but he didn't think that Langriel stopped after he stood up, he bent down and whispered in the ear of the black-robed man beside him-

"Thank you for your recommendation, this friend, it's really a very girly drink......."

Looking at the four people who pushed the door and left, Cynthia, or Qiluo, nodded thoughtfully: "Is that him? Arrett Ross Anfil, the only heir of Prince Anthony, the heir of one of the four most powerful families in Yanjing, what is he doing here?"

"What does it have to do with Evan?" the violet pupils naturally stopped on the person in front of him.

"Since you have left the Duke's Palace, then don't ask more, these things have nothing to do with you. ”

The black-robed man finished his cup and stood up.

"Young Master Ian has been very busy lately and can't come over, so ask me to come and see you, since you don't have any trouble, then I will take my leave. ”

After taking two steps, the black-robed man stopped again and turned his head to look at Cynthia: "Have you really given up yet?"

Cynthia smiled faintly, lifted the corner of her skirt, her dark purple sideburns drooped slightly, and was silent, bowing her head to the black-robed man to say goodbye......

ps: It's even later today, 4,000 words, ask for a ticket and ask for a collection, I forgot yesterday (cover my face)