Hearing her father's request, Audrey tilted her head slightly, and her green eyes turned around flexibly, revealing a thoughtful look.

Soon, she smiled and asked, "Dad, what kind of gift do you want?" ”

"A mirror, a bronze mirror with an ancient pattern and a cracked surface." Earl Hall told his true purpose.

"Oh, I remember it," Audrey added with a smile, "you said it was the treasure of the Black Emperor of the ancient Solomon Empire. ”

The Earl nodded: "That's right, that's it." ”

"Don't give it!"

The smile on Audrey's face suddenly bloomed, like a brilliant golden chrysanthemum, "I knew that Dad, you had bad intentions, now I know, that bronze mirror must be a really extraordinary item." ”

"If you don't give it, you can't give anything else, just don't give it."

Audrey paced a few steps excitedly, muttering in her mouth, fully immersed in the imagination of unlocking the seal of the bronze mirror.

Earl Hall looked at his innocent baby daughter and felt a little helpless.

If he could, he wouldn't let her suffer any grievances, but not this time. His Majesty the King personally ordered the full cooperation of all personnel, and he was no exception.

He sighed, waved his hand away, and then broke her illusion with a voice:

"Audrey, let me tell you the truth, that bronze mirror is one of the items requested by His Majesty the King, and we have no other choice."

"Really?" The girl came back to her senses and was very surprised, "But why, why did His Majesty suddenly mention my belongings?" ”

The Count stepped forward and rubbed the girl's long golden hair, and said softly:

"How could I lie to you?"

"His Majesty is not mentioning your belongings, but looking for a special mirror."

"Not only us, but the entire Beckland nobles, big and small, have received orders to send extraordinary items such as mirrors in their possession to MI9 for inspection."

Audrey looked up at her father and asked, "What about after that?" Will they force the deal? ”

"There are no details," the Count shook his head, "but Your Majesty guarantees that unless that particular mirror is found, all items will be returned to their rightful owners." ”

"And what kind of mirror are they looking for?" The girl continued to ask.

"I don't know, I guess in fact even His Majesty the King himself who ordered it doesn't know, but he just knows that it's special."

The earl held his chin in his hand, touched the two trimmed beards on his lips, and analyzed: "Judging from the order, Your Majesty does not seem to think that you can find such a mirror, and there is a feeling that you can try your best." ”

"Alright then," Audrey said in a somewhat depressed mood, "I'll let Anne find the bronze mirror later." ”

The Count achieved his goal, and before finally leaving, he whispered "I'm sorry" to Audrey.

……

The red-haired Kirk was apprehensive.

As the brothers who were asking questions returned with answers, he pieced together a general idea of what had happened:

The mysterious intruder had probably been lurking outside the union building for a long time, and it wasn't until about nine o'clock that the two part-time accountants left halfway through the window on the second floor.

After that, he took a dagger from the utility room, climbed outside through the ventilation window at the corner of the stairs, grabbed the gas line to the balcony of the president's office, and pried the door to enter.

The goal of the intruder is clear, it is the important power of attorney that the boss said. Well, in the process of searching, he also took 80 pounds in cash.

Damn it!

The two accountants who had returned from rest could have spotted him, but they were just that!

In the end, the intruder left after about half past ten, after the two accountants.

Kirk began to summarize his mistakes:

From entry to exit, the sentry brother found nothing but a faint sound that might be related. On the contrary, two outsiders almost discovered the intruder.

That's the biggest mistake.

In addition, the daily inspection is also useless, and even such a big flaw as the false door is not found.

Kirk felt his scalp tingle.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his arrangement was crude, and that what looked like that was actually full of loopholes.

He thought of some improvements and went to see the boss.

What he didn't expect was that after reporting the situation, not only was he scolded and beaten again, but he was even encouraged by the boss on the shoulder?

Boss, he still trusts me!

Yes, that's right, Boss he was just too angry in the morning.

In a better mood, he ordered a few brothers and followed the boss to the Boiling Blood Bar on Green Road.

The layout of the Boiling Blood Bar is different again.

It's about the size of a Workers' Union tavern, but the actual place to drink is only about the size of the Brave Bar. This is because it has set aside half of the area and set up a casino.

"Stay together, wait for me to come back, you can drink, you are not allowed to gamble."

Several people entered the bar, and the president left the order and went on his own, while Kirk and his brothers occupied a small table and kept an eye on the entrance to the bar.

The president went all the way deeper, and soon came to the bar where the chips were exchanged, and said the code:

"4 pence for 50 cups."

This comes from the sign hanging on the bar counter near the entrance - "Today's special, South Wie beer, 4pence, 50 glasses, first come, first served." ”

The waiter nodded and opened the door to the "VIP Passage" beside him.

The president took the black cloak from the waiter, put it on his body as he entered, and walked up the dimly narrow passageway, and soon reached the second floor of the bar—more precisely, it was supposed to be an attic, but it was larger and taller than a normal attic.

Aside from the corners that are too low to stand, the loft is larger than the bar area below.

There is little furnishings in the attic other than wooden chairs cluttered in the corners.

In such a large space, there were only a dozen people wearing cloaks like him at this time, and they were standing or sitting, each occupying a small area, and some of them had some strange things in front of them.

The president ignored this, and after a little observation, he decided on what he was looking for—the man was sitting in a chair with a stack of papers next to it.

He walked straight up to the man, lowered his voice and asked:

"There's a problem with your organization, my commission contract has been stolen by the target!"

His questioning was exchanged for a chuckle:

"Oh, it can't be."

"The contract was stolen, that's your business, it's not about us."

"We only recognize the contract and not the person, hmph, there is no contract, how can you prove that you are our customer?"

When the chairman heard this, his face was very ugly, and he couldn't help but ask, "What about my commission?!" ”

"Quite simply, if no one cancels the contract, the contract is still valid and the mission continues as usual."

Although the cloaked man mentioned the possibility that the president was not a customer of the organization, he still gave an answer in a relaxed tone.

The president's expression changed again, "You mean, the person who got the contract can come here and cancel the mission?" ”

"Of course, it's a contractual clause."

The cloaked man explained slowly: "After all, our organization is very credibility and will not take the initiative to breach the contract. ”