Whiskey Islands, Zephyr Tavern

This is the gathering place of the Knights of Favonius, and since the hilichurls had made a big fuss before, the three Kaeya did not release the hilichurls, but summoned a team of fool musketeers to support the façade.

"Your Excellency, Mr. 8 is visiting."

Kaeya was sipping wine at the bar when a musketeer reported to him.

"Oh, it's been three days, have you finally figured it out? . . . Let him in. ”

"Yes."

After a while, MR.8, with his curly blond hair, sat down next to Kaeya.

"Kay... Lala-la-la. Mr. Kaeya, I want to talk to you about what you told me earlier. ”

Kaeya smiled and poured MR.8 a glass of brandy.

"Don't worry, let's have a glass of wine first, Lei Ze, go and ask your master to come out."

Razor was forever hidden in the corner holding the workless greatsword, he nodded slightly, and turned to knock on Lisa's door.

"Master... MR.8。。 Here it comes. ”

Lisa's languid voice came out.

"Here we are."

The door opened, and Lisa still looked like she couldn't keep her spirits up.

"Yo~ Mr. Captain of the Guard, has this been figured out?"

MR.8 has a serious expression.

"Miss Lisa, please call me MR.8 here. There are many people. ”

Lisa laughed.

"Don't worry, the voice here can't be heard, so let's talk, Kaeya, make me a cup of purple rose."

Kaeya grimaced.

"Obviously I'm the Grand Master...

"Oh? Do you have an opinion? ”

"Don't dare! I'll tune you right away... ”

The negotiators exchanged, and for some reason, MR.8 always felt that he was very nervous when facing Lisa, and being watched by Lisa was a kind of exposure to his soul.

"Miss Lisa."

Lisa holds her chin with one hand.

"No more gossip, I'm sleepy, before the topic begins, I'd like to ask MR.8, which boss of yours has already sent you a message to ask you to recruit us?"

MR.8 Pupil constriction.

"How do you know. Don't get me wrong, it's not me... ”

Lisa smiled.

"Don't be nervous, come, take a sip of wine to suppress the alarm, of course I know it wasn't you who reported it, it's a sea otter and a vulture, right? Come to think of it, one is called MR.13 and the other is called MR.Friday, and they are in charge of intelligence transmission, right? ”

MR.8's hand froze as she picked up the glass, and as soon as Lisa appeared, she had a complete grasp of the rhythm, and even knew the interior of the Baroque studio well.

"You... Seen them before? ”

Lisa picked up Kaeya's glass, the liquor inside was lilac.

"Naturally, the day before yesterday they were lying in front of my window and drawing for me, well, that little sea otter was not bad."

MR.8 WAS SOMEWHAT DISCOURAGED.

"Yes ... Klockdahl has sent a message inviting you to add a baroque studio. ”

"At which level? Millions of elders, or billions of elders? ”

"Billions, directly as cadres."

Kaeya pouted.

"It's boring, I'd be happy if I had an MR.1."

MR.8 Shame.

"How is that possible. MR.5 and above, all of them are Klockdahl's direct henchmen, and everyone's strength is very strong. ”

Kaeya was unconvinced.

"You mean, we're not strong anymore?"

"No, no. I.. Ahem, lala! That was not what I meant. ”

Lisa took a slight sip of the cocktail in her glass.

"I remember, there is a promotion in the Baroque studio, it seems that the number of the lower replacement can replace him by killing the upper cadre, right?"

MR.8 WAS SHOCKED.

"You even know that?!"

"Naturally, don't forget what I said before, our boss is going to take down Klockdahl, if you don't even know this bit of information, then how can you play?"

MR.8 positive color.

"I need to make sure if you're really helping us, and I mean who I really am."

Kaeya was about to speak when she was stopped by Lisa.

"I'm sorry, MR.8, I don't think you have a choice, by the way, I'll give you a piece of information, Klockdahl already knows your identity, MR.5 and Mr. Valentine's Day are on their way to kill you and Princess Vivien, and they will be here in a week at most, do you believe it?"

MR.8 STOOD UP SUDDENLY.

"You... Is that true!? ”

"Is it any good for me to lie to you?"

MR.8 Nonsense spoke, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his little eyes.

"MR.8, if you're thinking about how to take Vivien away, you're very wrong, I'm a scholar, I think that the first reaction when you encounter a problem should be to solve the problem, not run away, even if you run away, but the problem is still there, isn't it?"

MR.8 showed a hint of bitterness.

"But... That's Klockdahl, a natural powerhouse. ”

"You don't have to worry about Klockdahl's affairs, anyway, you are also on his must-kill list, instead of taking the princess to the end of the world, it is better to gamble with us, Klockdahl naturally has someone to solve it."

"Your mysterious boss?"

Lisa's smile was playful.

"Who knows, Klockdahl is hated by a lot of people."

MR.8 gritted his teeth.

"If you can really help our country through this difficult time, the entire people of Alabastan will thank you, and His Majesty will not treat you badly!"

Lisa yawned after drinking.

"What if we need a fief in Alabastan?"

MR.8 ASKED.

"How old do you want to be?"

Lisa silently calculated.

"10,000 square kilometers."

Who knew that MR.8 breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's it. I can give it to you without a king! ”

This time it was Lisa's turn to be shocked.

"That's 10,000 square kilometers! Are you Alabastan so arrogant? Does a Captain of the Guards have this right? ”

MR.8 EXPLAINED.

"Our Alabastan covers a total area of 13 million square kilometers, 90 percent of which is desert land, and the utilization rate is only 5 percent, and the oasis area is less than 1 percent, so His Majesty the King is very casual about the allocation of national land, and I have the authority to allocate 600,000 square kilometers."

"You want 10,000 square kilometers ... I can make the decision and divide two oasis areas for you, and you should not be too little, this is already the limit. ”

Lisa came back to her senses.

"Really... More casual than our Lord Barbatos, we don't want yours in the oasis, just find a remote place. ”

MR.8 ALSO THOUGHT HE HAD MISHEARD.

"You... Don't want an oasis? What about freshwater resources? ”

"You need to worry about this, make a contract, and when Klockdahl is settled, we will ask you for a fief."

Razor silently took the contract that had been drawn up a long time ago.

MR.8 LOOKED AT THE CONTRACT AND SAID WITH SOME TREPIDATION.

"Don't you really want an oasis?"

"No, you don't."

"Shhh I always feel unsure. Or, I'll give you another 90,000 square meters, a hundred thousand? ”

Lisa is really not able to get it, but the land for nothing, don't give it in vain.

"Yes."

She picked up the pen and added a zero to the land area, which became a contract of 100,000 square meters.

MR.8 HURRIEDLY SIGNED HIS NAME AND PRESSED HIS HANDPRINT.

"Then everyone, I'll leave this matter to you."

Lisa put away the contract and got up.

"Alright, Kaeya, little wolf, let's go."

"Where are you going?"

"Do you need to say it? Klockdahl sent us an invitation, and now that we're part of the Baroque studio, aren't Mr. 5 coming? Murder promotion. ”

MR.8 WAS A LITTLE HESITANT.

"But... They are punishing me and the princess on behalf of the will of Crocodahl, and you act rashly... ”

Kaeya moved his neck.

"What will? We're newcomers, and we don't know anything, we just know that if we kill the top, we can be promoted, right, Razor. ”

Razor held his sword and nodded.

"Master. Let me cut whom. I'll cut whomever I want. ”

"Let's go, MR.8, I'll leave it to you to reply."