"Clifford is a gold seeker." Alison, who was sitting on the couch and writing down the days, stopped and said.

"Gold Seeker?" He Shan asked with interest while sitting on the balcony enjoying the cityscape.

"It's a special profession for Murakov." Alison bit the tip of her pen and replied, "Looking for potential masters who have come to this city from other places, and wholeheartedly take refuge and assist." ”

"This process is called gold nuggets, and it is also a means for gold seekers to survive."

"A good gold seeker is extremely good at serving others, and is quite proficient in business, geography, and even martial arts and firearms, and this kind of person often digs up a 'gold' with enough potential to reap the benefits for the rest of his life."

"The birth of the gold seeker originated from the rapid development of Murakov after the Revolution, and the wealthy merchant Grelvor Gustav, known as the first gentleman of Murakov, once excavated several gold owners as a gold seeker, so as to have today's power and status."

"The relationship between the gold owner and the gold seeker is not a simple master and a housekeeper, but more of a cooperative relationship."

Alison glanced at the "Gold Seeker Newspaper" neatly stacked under the coffee table, which Clifford had prepared in advance and placed in the hotel, in order to let He Shan, the gold owner, understand the meaning of the gold seeker.

"Looks like Clifford should be a pretty good gold seeker." He Shan had no doubts about Clifford's ability, this person simply arranged it clearly from beginning to end, hotels, accommodation, travel, business, investment, as long as He Shan was interested, he would never answer for more than two seconds.

There is something in the words, the bearing is extraordinary, but it also makes people feel very comfortable, and there will be no feeling of dominating the guests.

"I suspect that the Gold Seekers are a way for the extraordinary." Allison suddenly came up with such a conjecture.

"How?" He Shan turned his head with a smile and asked.

Alison hesitated, she was a person who always liked to speak with evidence, but this time, it was all her intuition, "Just feel, because I remember that there is a historical record that more than four hundred years ago, Mulakov's most prestigious profession was butlerhood, and at that time, most of the people who even served the royal family came from Mulakov, and then suddenly disappeared, and after more than a hundred years, it became popular again as a gold seeker with a similar function as a butler......"

She said that she felt empty-hearted, which didn't mean anything, and it was still too far-fetched to want to connect.

"Although your evidence is very unreliable, congratulations." He Shan stretched, "Your guess is right. ”

"Clifford is an extraordinary, and quite a special extraordinary."

Special enough to be able to perceive my strength.

He Shan didn't make it clear, because the latter sentence was also his intuition, but as a fighter, his intuition was much more accurate.

The extraordinary person who can touch the threshold of how strong he is, it will definitely not be simple, how can it be all over the street, I am afraid that the aura that envelops the entire Murakov is related, of course, maybe it is also related to Alison.

Even her own survival is someone else's handiwork, so whether Alison can completely control herself is directly a question mark.

There is also a possibility that the other party's extraordinary path is related to this.

Either way, it's enough to prove that the other party is not simple.

"It turns out that the gold seeker is also an extraordinary way...... "Allison muttered, and then wrote again, these are rare materials, just about the connection between the housekeeper and the gold seeker, the lost history, she can have seven or eight interesting stories in her head.

"Knock~knock" A rhythmic knock sounded on the door.

"Sir, there's information about that coin that you've found." Clifford stood outside the door and said as Alison floated into the bedroom with her notebook and pen.

"Please come in." About three seconds after He Shan's voice fell, the door was unscrewed.

Clifford walked in with two large books in his arms, and said as he walked: "Sir, the coins you showed me are from a lost dynasty two thousand four hundred years ago, all the information about that dynasty is no longer known, even the name has been erased, and these two archaeological books about the lost dynasty were bought by me at a great price from my 'friends in the church'. ”

He deliberately increased the volume of the words "friends of the church", but did not add the "big price" in line with his status.

He Shan realized this, "The church? Could it be that the Lost Dynasty has something to do with the Church? ”

"That coin is used by the gods worshiped by the Lost Dynasty, its name is Soul Coins, which means the currency that contains the soul, a Soul Coin with a unit of 5 that you showed me, when converted, you can buy half of Murakov." Clifford put the book down and added:

"It is rumored that misfortune will happen to those who hold soul coins, and many collectors have died because of this, so soul coins have been lost for a long time."

"The currency that contains the soul is really worthy of its name." He Shan took out the soul coin, the 5 on it was not some kind of language, but a kind of information built on the consciousness and soul, and those who saw it would automatically understand that it was a number 5 and nothing else.

If the soul coin is real, then the rumors are also very likely to be true, which will bring bad luck?

He Shan remembered the two soul coins he had obtained, one was the unlucky ghost killed by him by the Scorpion Gang, and the other was Alison, who died suddenly, so thinking about it, the holder was indeed unlucky enough.

"As it happens, Murakov happens to have a wealthy merchant who is interested in soul coins, and I can get in touch with him if you want—" Clifford was interrupted by He Shan in the middle of his words:

"Clifford, what's your last name?"

Clifford's face froze, and he was silent for a while, and said, "Why is the gentleman asking this?" ”

"Can't I know what the last name of the gold seeker I hired is?" He Shan asked rhetorically.

"Gustav, sir." Clifford repeated, without any fluctuation in his tone, "Clifford Gustav." ”

"Grave Gustav is yours?" He Shan was not surprised, and he had some speculation about Clifford's identity.

"Father." Clifford took a deep breath, "He's my father, it's just that our relationship has never been good, and if Mr. wants to do anything with our relationship, it shouldn't be possible." ”

"No, no, no." He Shan smiled and shook his head, "I think that since you want to do things for me, then there should be the most basic trust between us, if we don't even know our identity, where can we get trust?" ”

Clifford silently, you know who I am, but I don't know who you are.

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