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A moist, brackish sea breeze blows through the harbor of the city of Kang, passing like sea water past the toiling fishermen and porters.

Richard Ernst wore an old trench coat and a half-used scarf, and carried his small suitcase to the Byan Métley intelligence agent that Garland de had informed. Not only does it sell intelligence, but it also occasionally pimps adventurers and pirates.

However, it is limited to mutual introductions, because the intermediary cannot guarantee whether the two parties will cooperate sincerely. It's not uncommon to get rid of adventurers when you're on the sea, or to kill pirates in a hidden place, so intermediary services are often closed.

With a more Fersak-like face, Richard, who looked ordinary and ordinary, didn't attract much attention when she first entered the tavern, except for a few more inspired extraordinaries who looked at her a few more times. After reporting the code and Garland De's name, the waiter entered the tavern's hidden annex under the pretext of taking her to see the wine. In the basement of the brewery, the old intelligence dealer who was still fierce and had several scars on his face looked at her, stretched out his hand, and hissed, "Guarantee."

"I haven't said what I'm asking for." Richard looked at him with a smile and didn't wait for him to answer, "I'm a member of a research organization, and I need a boat to go to some specific sea areas for research and fishing. ”

"Covert organization?" Hearing this, the intelligence dealer thought for a moment, "So, what you need is a boat and enough manpower." If you don't buy information, the agency fee is 10% of the final hiring fee. ”

Richard skillfully began to haggle: "10%?sir, this is too expensive, I heard Mr. Garland de say that your intermediary service fails at least six times out of ten, and the pirates you introduce are all outlaws. I felt that 8 per cent was sufficient, and I should have asked Mr. Garland de to help me, but this time it was very dangerous, and I did not want to drag him down. Hehe, trust me, even 8% is enough to make you glad you did this business. ”

The intelligence dealer looked at her with the eyes of an idiot, and his disdain overflowed: "Boy, this is not a vegetable market, this is the city of Byamu who can do whatever he wants. If it weren't for your acquaintance with that gentleman, I would have cut off your head and drink Sunia's blood wine right now!" ”

Richard thought about it, and felt that there was really no need to do it now, if an old intelligence dealer was just gone, his own person in charge would also be very distressed before competing for a suitable candidate, and he was not very willing to contact the Spirit Order. After thinking about it again, the money could be reimbursed to the teacher anyway, so she might as well be refreshed - she put on a very sincere smile like a spring blossom: "It's really scary, you must also be a famous pirate." Well, 10% is 10%, please contact the right pirate team for me. ”

The intelligence dealer already completely thought that she was an idiot who was not deeply involved in the world, and he could not help but mock when he could say such things as the pirate team: "If you really have so much money, go and invite the four kings and seven generals!"

Richard replied very seriously, "Yes, but I don't want to have anything to do with them."

The intelligence dealer was speechless for a moment, and had nothing to say to this naïve boy: "Then tell me your requirements and prices."

"It's a dangerous mission, and I personally hope to be able to return before December, when I want to go back home."

Richard said solemnly, the intelligence dealer suddenly felt that the sloppy and random pirate sign on his body had become a formal suit, the turban had become a top hat, and the dagger in his hand had become a quill, and he should not be in the underground intelligence station of Byam, but in the office of a certain city, and a strange feeling made him uncomfortably change his formal sitting position:

"I have a good budget and I have a lot of money to settle in Rune gold pounds. Six hundred pounds in advance for going to sea, plus two hundred for a smooth return. In addition, I wanted to hire a team of pirates who were extraordinary, and not too low, and their ships couldn't be too bad or they would be damaged during the mission. ”

The intelligence dealer was speechless: "What are you doing with me here?"

Richard frowned: "Can't you find it?"

"You kid......"

The intelligence dealer was about to go berserk when one of his men came running through the door and made a "there are guests outside" gesture. He felt that he had indeed been involved with this tall boy for a long time, so he wrote down these needs perfunctorily, waved his hand and prepared to send off the guests: "You go, stay for a ...... You were introduced by the janitor, so I'll contact the janitor directly. There's news to let you know, hmph, if any pirates are willing to take your job. ”

Richard acknowledged, then exited through the back door.

After she left, the next person to come in casually wore a dark headband, and a dark blue hair curled like seaweed casually draped over her shoulders. As soon as he entered, he went straight to the intelligence peddler's table and said in a low voice, "...... Isn't there any news of the disappearance of slaves in the Southern Continent yet?"

"Captain Ghost, you're so anxious, you just asked last week."

"You know I care about it."

"But I can't find any information about it, and I can't find the slave trader you're looking for, as if he had fallen into the sea with the men he had sold." The intelligence dealer returned to his normal state, and he still had enough time to play Tai Chi with Alger, and after a few words back and forth with each other, the intelligence dealer suddenly had an idea, and casually mentioned:

"But you're here just in time, I have a business here."

Alger frowned and sneered: "Anyone else dares to do intermediary business with you?" Who is so rich, or is he not afraid of death?"

"He wants a team with extraordinary people, a sturdy ship, to go to sea and do some investigations." The intelligence dealer said, "At the end of the year, Rune's currency was settled, and the remuneration started at 500, of course, including 10% of mine. ”

The price made Alger raise an eyebrow and couldn't help but think. As one of the "captains" of the Storm Church who plays the role of pirates outside, it is perfectly fine to take on private jobs appropriately, and also earn some information for the church. Moreover, the good remuneration will make the sailors happy to cover up for the captain and make false accounts, because they will naturally receive a salary for pleasure.

It's a fat sheep. Alger didn't refuse: "I'll think about it."

But he wasn't going to go through the intelligence traffickers, the 10% fee would cost him a lot of money, and Alger was ready to use his connections to contact the buyers who made the request, so that he could leave more for himself.

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"Amon, do you want to go out for a walk?"

"What? No, I haven't finished reading this ......"

"You want to."

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On Saturday night, Crane was in the kitchen preparing a simple dinner for himself when he heard a soft knock on the bay window on the first floor. He turned his head and saw a crow.

The crow was odd, black all over, but with a white circle on its right eye and a small black peaked wizard's hat on its head, which looked domestic. The crow stood on the windowsill of Crane with a small scroll of paper in his mouth, and knocked on the window with his wings very spiritually, and when Crane opened the window, he jumped to the side to prevent himself from being scratched by the window. The crow did not crow, it was as quiet as a black chicken.

"The Courier?" Crane was curious, and looked at the rolled-up note in the crow's mouth, "Is this for me?"

The crow tilted its head to look at him for a moment, then let go of its mouth in front of Crane, allowing the scroll to land in Crane's palm, and politely stepped back. But instead of leaving, he lay down on the windowsill, as if waiting for Crane to open the note or even reply, which made the soothsayer even more interested, and this spiritual appearance made him more and more sure that what he was in front of him was definitely not a mere domesticated animal, but at least an extraordinary creature like Miss Justice's pet dog.

It is...... It looks familiar......

Where do you think you've seen it? But can't remember.

Crane unfolded the note and saw the neat Rune language:

"How are you doing? I would like to visit you at dinner time to-morrow, please tell Raven the answer, and he can relay it to me. If it's not convenient tomorrow night, I'll visit another day.

If there's something you'd like to eat, you can also tell the crow. ”

Crane glanced at the note in surprise and then at the crow, "Are you Mr. Edward's messenger?" (Raven shakes his head) Sure enough, I saw it once before, and I thought it was a cat or dog (Raven nodded), could it be possible to have more than one messenger? (Raven shakes his head)"

The soothsayer was even more surprised, and he was quite tempted by the last sentence on the note, but he felt that it was not good to trouble the angel seniors.

"Can you really tell Mr. Edward?"

The raven nodded.

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The crow fluttered to the Jowood district and landed on the façade of the villa, which was low-key on the outside and luxurious on the inside. He slipped through the small window reserved for him, and directly below was the super-high space that opened up the first, second and third floors. He fell into a free fall, quickly regaining his human form as he fell, and then stood firmly on the ground with his feet steady.

"It smells so good." Amon sniffed and stood in the hall on the first floor looking in the direction of the kitchen, "What are you doing?"

"Osmanthus cake."

After a few meters, Edward's voice clearly reached his ears, he was full of curiosity about the food he had never heard of, walked quickly to the edge of the restaurant, and asked very politely, "Can I sit here?"

Owl standing on a hanging crossbar: "Goo."

Amon then jumped briskly to the table and sat down on the empty chair. On the table were some semi-finished products, a kneaded piece of dough that was being sealed and fermented, and beside it was a hunter's spirit pitifully keeping warm; Soak the cooked shrimp in warm water and peel them with a thin dough on the side; Dough rolls wrapped in meat and vegetables...... Amon watched as he used his ability to decipher the scholars to try to decipher the names of these delicacies, such as pancakes, shrimp dumplings, rice rolls, custard buns, seafood porridge, and puff pastry......

The mythical creature didn't know if the anticipation of tasting the taste of the food was human, but there was no denying that the food of the old days was a novelty for him. After waiting for a while, a voice came from the dining room, telling him to steal the steamer and the oven for forty-five minutes and half an hour, respectively.

Standing in front of the stacked cage drawer with his arms crossed, Amon looked at the strange food utensils that were layered on top of each other and were constantly steaming, and asked, "Is this a cooking prop unique to the old days?" It looks like it's used for steaming, and a lot of food can be placed on each layer. ”

Edward snorted.

After Amon had stolen the necessary time with precision, she lifted the top steamer, which was filled with a rough pastry and pale yellow petals between the tops. The white vapor is mixed with the sweet scent of the surging water, and the mist fills the kitchen.

Edward cut a whole round pastry into eight pieces, took out one piece, sprinkled it with some special osmanthus nectar water, put it on a plate, and handed it to Amon.

Amon looked at the pastry in his hand and felt that he should cut a piece with a fork, but this elastic food was not suitable for knives and forks. So he carefully broke off a piece with his hand and put it in his mouth.

"It's delicious." He chewed and said, "The sweetness is very clear, just like tea, the dough is very elastic, and the texture is different from bread and cakes, is it because of the different production methods?" Can I have another piece?"

"Yes." Edward nodded, and the cage drawers and ovens behind him opened layer by layer, and the ghosts took out the freshly baked food in an orderly manner, trimmed and plated it one by one, and then brought it to the table before the master's footsteps, and soon set up a table of various delicacies.

The half-finished product was put away on the other side of the table, and Edward picked up a piece of shrimp dumpling and put it in his mouth, and asked Amun, who was sitting across from him, taking a bite of each dish, "Did you find anything from Cleon Moretti?"

"I don't see anything, maybe not, maybe it's not time." Amon scooped a spoonful of fragrant lonely fish fillet porridge and enjoyed the cultural crystallization of the old civilization, "He agreed to your invitation...... Whew, it's fragrant, I don't think you need to ask him what he wants to eat, these things should be something that people in the old days couldn't refuse at all, and I can't refuse either. ”

"By the way, there are some plants that don't exist at all, how did you get them back up?"

"It's not non-existent."

Edward held out his hand, palm up, and her arm quickly became dull and dry, as if it were a piece of dead wood. The fingers turned into roots, and tiny vines and branches grew from what were once veins, tangled together and grew upwards into light-colored branches, and a small tree grew from Edward's palm. Then the branches grew green leaves, and the pink and white flowers Amun had never seen before, and then suddenly crumbled at their peak. The branches of the trees that were still hanging with flowers turned into smoke and dispersed, and a few small petals just fell on the pastry and porridge noodles in front of Amun.

"Some of them are indeed extinct."

"But there are some worlds that don't exist here."

"I fished them out of the records of civilization and gave them the "possibility" of growth again." Her arms had turned back to their normal complexion, as if nothing had happened except for a few more fallen flowers.

Amon pondered: "Maybe you can see in him the answer you want, what possibility do you see in me?"

The god gave him a deep look and ate slowly.

"In you, I see the starry sky."

"It's just you. You have the possibility to go there. There is also the possibility of becoming my student. ”

TBC

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What should this chapter be called, the first half is called "Come to see the angels bargaining", and the second half is called "Come to see the outer gods cook"...... Therefore, the structural features of this article really do not fit the name of each chapter......