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The flesh waiter found a corpse from the upstairs bathroom, the water tank and the tiles on the floor already red and black. Maria's face was not good, and she begged the flesh attendant to repair the head of the girl who had been killed, so that she could identify the deceased and inform her family of the bad news.

Mr. Z leaned against the wall and smoked, looking at the wall clock in a hurry. A few of the flesh waiters who had gone out returned, bringing some clothes and coarse bread. The hungry girls quietly took from the waiters the makeshift clothes, cloaks, men's shirts, old trench coats, and a woollen coat or two that looked good. It's a bit messy, but you don't have to be frozen in the cold wind.

Maria closed the windows, lit the fireplace, and the wrapped girls spontaneously huddled together on the old sofas, and finally there was some heating in the house. The water was not yet hot, and there was a hint of white steam from the spout of the kettle. The girls were given a piece of coarse bread each, and a cup of hot water. They swallowed the food, which was not much softer than wood, and took small sips of dry bread.

"Thanks to you this time." Maria said.

"It's over, if you hadn't revealed the news, I wouldn't have had a chance to reverse contact the past in time." Mr. Z took a deep puff of his inferior cigarette and did not frown his brow. It doesn't have any so-called mellow breath, and the only advantage is that it is particularly choking and spicy, so that he never forgets his difficult life before being saved by the Lord.

Mr. Z dusted off his cigarette ashes: "However, Kapin originally wanted to buy and transform your school and workhouse into a den for the sale of slaves and women to the rich, but I didn't expect him to be so bold, don't you know that behind the Pilgrimage Sect there are angels who have been famous for hundreds of years?" ”

"His Royal Highness Ernst, the Chief, is now far away at sea, and His Excellency Cosette and His Excellency Pereas are still more than two months away from their regular debriefing this year. The regional forces are now almost isolated, powerless to resist even if threatened. Kapin probably saw this and specifically provoked the present attack. Maria stared at the girls in the living room and sighed heavily, her long-frowning brow wrinkled even deeper, "Mr. Z, your help is very timely. Heh, the head of Beckland's Eastern District is actually just a sequence 6, and I really feel guilty for my weakness. ”

"Don't say that, Miss Maria, your kindness and tenacity are well known to everyone in the Eastside." Mr. Z was a little puzzled, "So what are you going to do when you tear your face with Kapin this time?" ”

"Another Highness has taken a fancy to the soul of Kapin."

"You mean Vaughan...... Indeed, it is a shame that we have not prepared enough sacrifices for His sacrifice. ”

Maria didn't hide it, and told Mr. Z directly: "I want to use his power to get rid of this cancer in the East District." ”

"But, Miss Maria, even if there is no Capin, there will be a Sopin, Mapin, and these filthy and rotten pus cannot be eradicated, because the world is so desperate."

Mr. Z pressed the burned cigarette butt into the windowsill, leaving a shallow dented scorch mark: "Therefore follow the Lord and praise the name of the Lord." I have never seen the peace and salvation promised by the seven gods, but I have experienced first-hand the Lord's gift and grace, so I have faith in Him and His kingdom. The Lord gave me suffering and lifted me up from it, and my life was baptized the moment I heard His voice. ”

Seeing that Mr. Z's tone became more and more erratic, and he entered the missionary state peculiar to the devout believers of the Aurora Society, Mary opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything, and quietly listened to him spread the gospel of the Lord.

“…… Man will suffer and work without being satisfied until the day when he turns to dust, for man is made of dust by God. ”

"And the Lord treats all beings equally, fairly, and justly, and does not care about our origins, even without good education and etiquette, He still chooses us from the mud. We don't mind wealth, nobles can give a lot of money, but even if we have nothing, we don't mind giving our lives to our lord at once. When the Lord gave me strength, he first robbed me of the warmth and joy of life, because only in despair and cold can one learn how to warm and survive. But the ignorant people think that the seven gods who do not save them when they see death are good, and that it is evil to give alms to our newborn lord. Hmph, mediocrity disturbs itself. God's will is so unpredictable. ”

Mr. Z said for a long time that no matter how much brain you have left, the people of the Aurora Society will use a lifelong language to praise the Lord and preach the mission, and this state will continue until the end of the mission. Mr. Z said with a thirsty throat, went to pour himself a glass of water to drink, and looked back to see that the girls who had eaten the food and water had already huddled together on the sofa and fell asleep.

It was getting dark. It was now past four o'clock in the afternoon, and the haze of Beckland had already obscured the light like evening.

"I think it's been a bit long."

"It doesn't matter."

Mary replied to him, before the second stage of the mission, and said, "It's almost time, I should take the children back, and I'll talk to you later, I'll go to the Aurora Society and talk to you in detail." ”

"You're leaving now?" Mr. Z was slightly surprised, "I'm going to talk to you about the whereabouts of this money now, you provided the channel, I am just responsible for extorting and destroying the corpses as much as possible, although this 10,000 pounds is nominally for the Aurora Society, but I plan to give you at least fifty percent." Now that we are allies, we don't have to be tied up in funding. ”

"......" Maria was a little moved, this is a huge amount of money, it should indeed be talked about, but it is not easy to worry about the girls.

Mr. Z struck while the iron was hot: "Miss Maria, thanks to you, this month I have the opportunity to compete for the best employee." So I can help you send these children back as my most basic gratitude. ”

"But you must not interfere with their faith."

"Faith is God-given freedom. If any of them will follow our Lord, I will welcome my new fellow citizens with joy. ”

"Okay." Maria no longer insisted, she really needed a helping hand now, "Then I wish us a happy continuation of our cooperation." ”

"Good cooperation, Miss Maria." Mr. Z said, "After settling them in, how about a cup of coffee with me?" ”

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When it was completely dark, Viscount Trainor was roasting meat in his garden.

There were no other servants in the garden, except for the gray-haired old butler standing beside the barbecue lady, brushing the large pieces of ribs and chicken with a serious face, and every movement took care of the edges and corners of the beef with precision, without the slightest error. Trainor half-crouched on the blanket and sprinkled spices with the same seriousness, glancing at the carefully handwritten cookbook next to him, and brushing the sauce according to the records. Drops of grease fall into the smokeless charcoal underneath, stirring up a few fleeting wisps of green smoke and a tanciting scent.

In the distance, near the flower fence, a tanuki cat is lying in its luxurious cat kennel, squinting and licking its paws. It sniffed in the air, stopped licking its paws, and suddenly said, "You don't smell right." ”

Trainor was a little annoyed: "You can do it, you can come." ”

The tanuki snorted twice, walked gracefully to the barbecue, and temporarily lowered its head as it passed by the notebook. Then it clung up its paws next to the warm stove, crossed it over Trainor's lap, tilted its head to look at the roast chicken on the shelf and the contractor who was trying to grill the meat: "Why didn't you make mushroom roast sauce?" It's a bit too perfunctory with honey sauce. ”

Trainor didn't speak, but reached out and touched the cat backwards.

Riel bites him angrily, unfortunately failing to scratch the skin of his enemies because he has not changed his demonic state.

The white-haired old butler smiled and filled the oven with some lemon leaves and herbs to add to the fruity aroma of the roast chicken. Then sprinkled with coarse salt and sugar to enhance the freshness, Trainor insisted on smearing a layer of chili on the chicken according to his preference, and the pungent aroma quickly wafted as the chicken became cooked, and Riel quickly covered his nose with his paws.

At this moment, some vines on the wall of the garden suddenly moved a few times, and a golden head appeared.

Trainor looked at his roast chicken and snorted.

I saw that the golden head moved a few times, and it seemed that it was trying to jump onto the wall. Soon a very weighty shadow appeared on the wall. Although he was skillful in his movements, he was still constrained by his own weight, and the shadow struggled a few times, and finally the whole person was across the wall and rolled down.

"Great-great-great-grandfather!"

The golden head ran happily towards the grill, patting off the leaves and dust on his body as he ran, and when he ran in front of Trainor, the strong smell of perfume and wine directly washed away most of the aroma of roast chicken.

"Stop!" Trainor stopped, and the blonde young man suddenly braked suddenly, "Why are you here now?" Timing it? ”

"Didn't I want to report to you on the latest progress in weapon development......" The young man scratched his head, too much flesh squeezed his blue eyes into a slit, he wore the triangular emblem of the god of steam and machinery, but his stature and perfume smell betrayed his eclectic indulgence.

"Didn't you smell the scent?"

"Look at what you said. I continued my research according to the notes of my great-great-grandfather and the manuscripts left by Russell the Great, and the first stage of the actual operation was successful. The young man was not shy about it, because there were no outsiders present (not even a real person except him), "Great-great-uncle and grandfather, I paid for these experiments out of my own pocket, and I have to hide them from the church, so it's okay for you to share my roast chicken!" ”

Trainor handed the old butler a knife and motioned for him to start cutting the meat. The old butler first carefully cut out a whole chicken thigh, sliced it, respectfully coated it with sauce, served it with small tomatoes and lobster broth, and handed it to Trainor. Then he cut off a chicken leg and wings, cut them very carefully, put his hands on the small table in front of Riel, and served a bowl of lobster soup for it.

"It's normal for experiments to be successful, both Russell the Great and your great-great-grandfather have basically completed all the theoretical designs, and with your ability, I'm not surprised at all." Trenor forked a piece of meat with a fork and put it in his mouth, the action was more casual and not so elegant, "The key is how effective they are, whether they can be mass-produced, and how much does it cost?" ”

"These still need to be calculated, but the benefits are definitely more than ten times higher than the costs, after all, this is exclusive."

The young man found a place to sit down on his own, and happily took the steak meat and roast chicken that the old butler had cut for him: "The heavy machine gun went well, the shotgun went well, and I also made a sample of the submachine gun by the way." I think all three of these can be aimed at ordinary armies, and heavy machine guns and submachine guns will definitely be very popular! Not only are they portable, but as long as they have enough firepower, they won't lose out on the power of the Sequence 8 Extraordinaires. The shotgun has a wide range but lacks precision and may not be very suitable for combat, but skirmishes are definitely a good option and we can sell it to the natives of the Sunia Sea. They don't have many extraordinary abilities, and they are even fighting with cold weapons and bones, and they definitely need our technological products. These firepower weapons will catch the Rune guys off guard, and after tasting the sweetness, they will definitely continue to buy them, and the Rune people will come to buy them! ”

"Good." Trainor praised him, "This matter will continue to be handed over to you, as long as the third round of actual combat is qualified, you will immediately hand over the samples and drawings to me, and I will set up an assembly line in the factory in the southern continent." By the way, Scharf, have the followers of the Primordial Moon been in contact with you lately? ”

Sharf took a bite of barbecue and showed an intoxicated expression: "It's still there, great-great-great-grandfather, why don't you stop them?" It's really tiring to play with them, and although I'm very open, they're really ...... I still don't want to have anything to do with the evil gods. ”

"This meat is delicious! Can you tell me how to make it? ”

Trainor smiled self-deprecatingly: "This tastes delicious...... At best, it's average. When my father first grilled this meat, even the nobles next door were alarmed and cheekily came over to eat. You can go back and copy a copy of the recipe and go back and study it yourself. ”

"Will it smell like this?" Sharf was intrigued.

The war bishop of the Sauron family changed the subject: "Don't talk about this, there is no need to talk about the things of two hundred years ago. ”

He suddenly became serious, sat up straight, and said in a deep voice: "Sharph Maxwell! Listen, I'm fulfilling my promise with your great-great-grandfather and you to help you leave the shackles of the god of steam. You will continue to engage with the Primordial Moon cultists, and this will probably be your only chance to gain their trust as much as possible. Soon, they should offer to let you go in the service of the Primordial Moon. ”

"I see, I'm going to try to keep my heart as much as I can, and then use their power to leave Intis."

"Yes. I'll try to cover up for you in the process. After you go outside, I will arrange for someone to clean up the traces you left behind and receive your Moon Cultists as soon as possible, and after that, you will be free to find a place to hide for a while, such as the Rorsted Islands that you have always been curious about. ”

Sharf raised his eyebrows, a little expectant: "Anyway, everyone else is very satisfied with their current life, and it's good that I'm the only one who runs away." His Highness Beaunova cares about us, but he cares about what we can do to the god of steam and machines. There are so many people in the family who believe in the god of steam, and I am a gentleman, so it doesn't matter if there is more than me, and it doesn't matter if there is less than me. Great-great-great-grandfather, only you have always cared about my future, and I am grateful to you. By the way, Uncle Turing should have reached the maintenance period, and I'll come to overhaul it on time next month. ”

The old butler smiled and bowed his head: "Thank you." ”

"Learn to be smarter, pay more attention to the situation around you, and act well." Trainor was noncommittal, "Turing was given to me by Charles, and if anything happens to you, he's going to really retire with honor." ”

TBC

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*I'm really happy to see everyone's response, and there are rewards, hahaha sh The lockdown signing is far away or don't dream about it (。 The sense of substitution is very strong, and I already feel that I have lost a million! It's already heartache!

Quick Facts:

Uncle → father's younger brother→ Trainor is a year younger than Charles.

Cosette and Pereas: The only two saints of the Touring Sect, the former being the resident Priest of Calamity in Fenerport (once a pirate) and the latter being the Master of Prophecy based in Lemberg (once a member of the Morse Ascetic and believing in the Hidden Sage, but really unable to learn anymore).