At the same time that Bella set foot in the chaotic land, Yanluge also boarded the plane to the Mauryan Empire.

He did not take his own private jet or rob his own cargo plane, but honestly followed the advice of the Ministry of Intelligence, flew to the Kingdom of Brahma with a false identity, replaced the identity and appearance of an agent of the Ministry of Intelligence, and boarded the flight to the Mauryan Empire with the other party's documents.

It was the first time for Bailu to see the bold Yan Director so cautious.

"I'm going to have to hide my identity this time, really, I'm going to have to hide it." Yanlu Ge Zhengse said, "Others don't know, don't you know?"

"The name 'Song of Words' has always been a red notice in the Mauryan Dynasty.

"If I dare to appear, I'm afraid that as soon as I land, there will be a formed special forces surrounding the airport, and I will have a live-action version of Fast and Furious."

Yan Luge laughed, lifted the silver suitcase at hand, and carried the gray backpack.

He now appears as a young man, in his early twenties, dressed in a light gray tracksuit, ostensibly a designer for a private advertising agency in the Vatican Kingdom, who has taken annual leave to travel, but still has to carry a laptop and tinker with colorful black designs.

However, his real identity is that of an agent of the Ministry of Intelligence.

The most important thing is that although this person is his person and loyal to the institute, his identity is extremely well hidden, and the company he works for on the surface has nothing to do with the company under Yanluge.

When Yan Luge saw him, he was sitting in a relatively remote corner, looking at his phone like an ordinary waiter.

When the disguised Yanluge appeared in front of him, the intelligence agent straightened up and closed his eyes without resistance.

The agent had already clarified his mission.

In this corner where no one noticed, the little fangs engulfed him in the blink of an eye.

Yan Luge, who had completely changed his face, glanced at his "work", and sent a message to Party A, who was still chirping, with an expressionless face: Am I a designer or are you a designer? How to design the best look I can not know? Do you want you to teach me how to do things?

After sending it, he closed the notebook without looking at the reply, picked up the suitcase, turned around and left.

When passing through the security check, Yan Luge put the suitcase and backpack on the conveyor belt.

There were only some changes of clothes from the original owner in the suitcase, and there were no problems.

But when Yan Luge put his backpack on the conveyor belt, there was a distinct "bang" sound, and there was a slight creaking sound, as if something heavy had been pressed, so that the conveyor belt of the security inspection machine was almost unable to roll.

The security inspector looked at him suspiciously: "What's in the bag?" ”

Yan Luge blinked: "A mobile hard drive, and a cat-shaped statue." ”

There doesn't seem to be a problem.

As he lifted the pack with ease with one hand, the hard-rolling conveyor belt returned to normal, and the creaking sound disappeared.

The security inspector put the fleeting suspicion behind him, and only thought that the machine, which had been used for five or six years, had another glitch.

Yan Luge changed her boarding pass and boarded the plane happily.

A few hours later, his plane landed at the largest airport in the Mauryan Empire.

Immigration officers conducted a strict review of the entry documents submitted by Yan Luge – a scrutiny that every foreigner who flew to the Mauryan Empire faced.

"Name?" "Bowen."

"Age?" "22 years old."

"Nationality?" "Brahman."

"What are you doing in the Mauryan Empire?" "Tourism."

"Have you ever been to the Mauryan Dynasty before?" "No, it's my first time here."

They are talking in two different languages.

Yan Luge noticed that the censor in front of him was wearing a pair of high-tech glasses, shaped a bit like a peacock's tail feathers, with a little light flashing on the lenses.

- It doesn't seem to be your average glasses, but an electronic device that can synchronize video recording and projection of subtitles.

The censor asked questions in the dynastic language. As soon as he spoke, a translator placed on the table simultaneously translated it into Sanskrit Chinese.

And when the words and songs are answered in Sanskrit Chinese. As he finished answering, an arc of light flashed across the lenses of the Inquisitor's glasses, translating it into dynastic language.

After he had finished speaking, the censor paused for a longer time, and more words appeared on the butterfly glasses.

This means that there is a presence hidden behind the glasses that endorses the answer of the "blog post".

"Okay, welcome to the Mauryan Dynasty." The censor stamped the entry visa for the "blog post", "Please note that the laws and customs of the Mauryan Empire are different from those of your country, and the specific leaflet reads.

"Please be sure to understand, cooperate, and comply."

"Well, I understand."

The censor handed another box and a leaflet to Yan Luge: "Please put this away - inside the box is a bridge, only by plugging it in, your mobile phone can receive the signal normally in the territory, otherwise it will not be usable."

"At the same time, it will automatically download an app to help you gain access to Peacock. The language translation and navigation features inside are very useful. ”

"Okay, okay, I will." Yan Lu Song is as good as flowing, and at the same time shows a little bit of curiosity, "What is 'peacock'?" ”

"Peacock is the guardian of our nation and the most powerful personified AI in the world," the censor said.

"Through humanized AI, we can realize many technologies that are ahead of other countries, such as simultaneous interpretation in multiple Chinese, autonomous driving covering the entire road section, and so on.

"Trust me, it won't let you down."

As soon as he finished speaking, the peacock glasses on the bridge of the examiner's nose suddenly flashed, and the indicator light representing the power went out.

Yan Luge nodded, and put away the things handed to him by the censor: "I know." Can I walk around the airport? ”

The censor frowned slightly—after losing the translation function provided by the peacock glasses, he couldn't understand Yanluge's words at all.

But he quickly reacted and got the answer from the computer screen in front of him.

"Yes, the airport hall is open to foreign affairs." The examiner said.

Yan Luge put away his things, passed the turnstile, and walked forward.

Behind him, the censor pressed his fingers to the glasses on the bridge of his nose and muttered in a low voice: "Strange, why is it broken?" ”

The concourse of the airport is a semicircular building with extremely high ceilings, and in the center is a statue of a man dressed in colorful clothes, with ornate and noble accessories, and a cloak floating out on the back - for the contemporary Peacock Saint King.

By the side of the Holy King, a peacock with colorful feathers was intimate with the Holy King, following him step by step - that was the "peacock".

In addition, every corner and porch is carved with sculptures that look like works of art, mostly with the theme of peacocks and sacred birds.

Yan Luge looked around.

Although this place was only the largest airport in the Mauryan Empire, not the largest in the world, the architecture was far more beautiful and magnificent than any international airport he had ever seen.

As we all know, the royal family of the Mauryan Empire loved art and was not short of money, so they always liked to build wonders in all kinds of places, and they were eager to turn every public space into a tourist attraction.

Yan Luge saw many foreign tourists shouting and taking pictures at the airport.

There was even a family of three who stopped him and asked him to help take a group photo.

Yan Luge smiled and agreed.

As he pressed the shutter, he saw the blue peacocks behind them, which were ornaments, and seemed to adjust the angle of their wings slightly, looking at the camera.

At the same time, the surrounding lights were also subtly adjusted.

Those peacocks are "alive".

Like the glasses on the bridge of the examiner's nose, it is "alive".

But it doesn't seem to have any malice, it just seems to hope that he can take better pictures.

(End of chapter)