The night at Silvermoon Harbor is as usual.

"Emperor" sits in a bar by the sea, and the table is full of special snacks unique to coastal cities.

Fish freshly caught from the sea, which only needs to be processed simply, and served with dipping sauces such as vinegar and mustard, is the favorite dinner of the people of Silver Moon Port.

The fishing boats that went out are back, and when night falls, it's the busiest time here.

Not only did he taste the seafood platter, but he also analyzed the ingredients of all the ingredients.

Even after his tongue and taste buds were replaced by prosthetics, "Emperor" still retained his old habits, he liked the feeling of sitting in the bar on a big night, watching the guests come and go, occasionally listening to them mention interesting stories about his recent experiences, drinking with friends after a hard day's work and bragging about the life of the people of Silvermoon Harbor.

The hustle and bustle of the bar always makes the "Emperor" feel like he has arrived in another world.

There are no prison-like high-rise buildings or intriguing workplaces, and people live in a simple and almost primitive way, and although they live in the same era, they seem to live in two parallel worlds.

On this day in Silvermoon Harbor, he also heard a lot about Cuenca's deeds.

In fact, the arrival of the expeditionary force inevitably brought turmoil to the quiet and peaceful port city, and the response to the conscription was most likely made up of gang members, some of whom quickly revealed their true nature in the face of the incapable civilians of Silvermoon Harbor.

But Cuenca showed his iron wrist.

He dealt with the troublemakers in Silvermoon Harbor seriously, issued a series of new decrees, and established good relations with the locals by assisting and cooperating, and most of the residents of Silvermoon Harbor now regarded him as a frontier general, and their arrival helped the local residents to solve the problem of piracy.

Just a few days before the Emperor arrived in Silvermoon Harbor, Cuenca led his men to exterminate the pirates entrenched on the islands not far from Silvermoon Harbor, and their heroic deeds were widely spread in Silvermoon Harbor.

However, this is a big departure from the coalition government's propaganda about these rebels.

In the propaganda of the coalition government, the rebels burned, killed, and plundered Silvermoon Harbor, and Cuenca himself was no less than the tyrant of Eschenvig.

Public opinion also seems to be secretly paving the way for the future to one day crusade against the rebel leader Cuenca and save the people of Silvermoon Harbor from fire and water.

The "Emperor" believes in what he sees with his own eyes.

So he decided to stay here and not deal with Cuenca as a coalition government rescuer.

A short time later, someone walked up to his table, took a seat, picked up the small wine he ordered, and poured himself a glass.

"Looks like you're enjoying it here."

The man, who looked to be in his early thirties, sat down and crossed his legs, and the woman, who had the demeanor of an eldest sister, drank the wine from her glass and said, "Why don't you consider settling down here?" Everybody's got a lot of love for you...... Tsk, why do you always drink alcohol with such a low proof? ”

The name of the woman sitting across the table is unknown, but the townspeople call her "Seagull".

Like him, they are all people who are used to code names.

She is the only information dealer in the town, and the most well-informed person in the entire Silvermoon Harbor, whether it is the Eclipse Sect or the movements of the Barossa Group, she is said to have worked as a mercenary in the Barossa Group when she was young, and after the end of the Merchant-Religious War, she quit the Barossa Group and settled in Silvermoon Harbor.

So don't look at her appearance, she looks only in her early thirties, but her actual age is probably much older than most people in Silvermoon Harbor.

The Emperor remembered the first time he came to Silvermoon Harbor.

The Seagull sat across from him and cocked his boots on the table, hoping that he would leave Silvermoon Harbor as soon as possible, as people here didn't welcome weirdos like him.

It's no wonder that the townspeople are here, the Emperor knows that with his current appearance, anyone who sees him will treat him as Frankenstein, and that's why the people of Silvermoon Harbor affectionately call him Frankenstein.

Franconia is the name he uses when he walks in neutral countries, and Weirdo is the impression that people here have of him.

After assisting the people of Silvermoon Harbor in repelling the pirates, the people finally accepted him.

"How's it going about I've asked you to help me inquire?"

"Before I do that, I'd like to ask you first." The Seagull's gaze suddenly sharpened, and instead of answering, he asked, "Tide Sect, what are you asking them for?" ”

You must know that in Silvermoon Harbor, even the most devout Lunar Eclipse Cultists will not go to trouble the Tidal Cult.

They are one of the very few people who can maintain their different faiths and still live peacefully in the same region.

"I have my own reasons."

"But you should know that anyone who has something to do with the Tidal Sect will end up with nothing."

"I know."

The atmosphere fell silent, and the two looked at each other across the table for a long time before the Seagull finally let out a long sigh and said, "Not long ago, a group of people did come to Silvermoon Harbor, but they didn't stay in the port, and they went to the Misty Islands on the ship of the Tidal Cult that night, judging from their dress, they are not locals, nor are they members of the Tidal Sect...... As for who they are, I don't know why they came here, you know I don't like to be involved in their affairs. ”

In addition to establishing a base in Silvermoon Harbor, the Tides cult is also working to develop followers in the local area to believe in their lord of the tides.

In the early years, many people joined the church under their propaganda.

Initiates will be taken to the Misty Isles.

However, as far as Seagull knows, the port dwellers who went to the Misty Islands never returned, and their families have never been able to contact them since.

God knows if they actually made it to the Misty Islands, or if they were left overboard at sea to feed the fish.

The Emperor didn't answer, just looked at her calmly.

After hesitating for a long time, Seagull said, "The person in charge of the Tidal Cult here is called Father Gaudell, and he is in charge of the propaganda and initiation ceremonies, and if you want to board the ship bound for the Misty Islands, you must get his consent. ”

She seemed to be worried that the 'Emperor' didn't know what that meant, and added, "Only the Tidal Cultists can board that ship, and whatever your purpose for going to the Misty Isles, it's not a good idea." ”

"Thanks, Seagull."

A pale blue halo flashed in the righteous eyes of the "Emperor", and almost at the same time, the "Seagull" received a reminder of the arrival of the account, as always, the intelligence fee, and even some tips were added because of the Tidal Sect.

But it was this transfer that kept many of the words that "Seagull" wanted to say stuck in his throat.

For an intelligence trafficker, Franken the Odd is undoubtedly a quality customer.

Smooth communication, clear purpose, generous shots, never worry about trivial issues, but...... Perhaps deep down, she didn't want their relationship to stop at the tip dealer and the client, which is why she repeatedly persuaded the other party not to investigate the Tidal Cult.

Out of selfishness, she hoped that this strange man would stay in Silvermoon Harbor for a long time, and even settle here.

I don't know how long it took, but Seagull sighed.

She poured herself another glass of wine and raised her glass, "I wish you all the best." ”

The small theater of its one hundred and fifty-four:

Sunday, morning, month, year.

Lu Xiang is mint-flavored.

This was no secret to Song Lan, and he found that Lu Xiang played very steadily, and the taste and smell were the same whenever he picked it up.

But he couldn't figure out how it worked.

"Lao Lu, is there a prosthetic body on the market now that can make people feel good?"

On this morning, in the spirit of scientific research, he asked Lu Xiang for the first time what he had always questioned, and he secretly observed Lu Xiang for a long time and determined that she never used perfume.

Thus, the all-powerful prosthetic body seems to be the only answer.

"There should be, why do you ask so suddenly, you want to transplant one?"

Lu Xiang looked Song Lan up and down with suspicious eyes, could it be that he suddenly awakened a new fetish?

If Song Lan insisted on transplanting this kind of prosthesis......

She can only respect.

"It's not me, it's a friend of mine."

"Are you sure it's not you?"

"It's my girlfriend."

"Where's your girlfriend?"

"Aren't you ......"

"No, you forgot? Call your wife, come, read to me, old woman—"

……

"Actually, I've always been curious about where the mint smell on your body comes from, and I see that you don't use perfume, and you don't usually eat mints."

After some entanglement, Song Lan tried to bring the topic back on track.

"I see." Lu Xiang suddenly realized, "If you want to take a bath with me at night, you don't have to be so subtle, just say it." ”

"No, I don't think you understand at all."

(End of chapter)