At nightfall, in the outer ring of the eastern district of the holy city of Mega, in the temporary residence of the chambers of commerce of the major provinces, a dock fort with the Jiangnan style of the Eastern Empire had been capped, and Ye Zhiqiu held an official inauguration ceremony according to the custom, spending money to buy a large amount of food, including dates, a specialty of the Desert Empire.

When the last stone slab was lowered on the top floor of the three-storey dock fort, Avanti Ye stretched out his hand and gently moved, relying on the electromagnetic force field generated by the magnetic field, sucked up twelve iron satchels full of food, suspended them in front of and behind his body, and then gently kicked the ground with his right foot.

The whole person was like a kite riding the wind, flying straight upward, flying to the top floor of the dock fort in one breath, and then gently lowering all the shoulder baskets.

"In two days, in just two days, the craftsmen of the Desert Empire brought me a huge surprise, the three-story fortress-like building was successfully completed. In order to express my gratitude to all the craftsmen and all those who have sweated and contributed to this, I will follow the traditions of my hometown and express my gratitude with enough food. ”

As soon as Ye Zhiqiu's words fell, all the imperial craftsmen who stayed on the scene and waited for the daily salary settlement cheered up. Not to mention them, even the slaves who carried the stone slabs and mud bricks also had expectations, and even couldn't help but gather over.

When Ye Zhiqiu saw this scene, he smiled with satisfaction, and then reached out and shook it in the air, and volleyed in a basket with a handle wrapped around wire, which was filled with fist-sized toast, which looked particularly fluffy and sweet because of the addition of butter.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please accept my heartfelt thanks!"

After speaking, Ye Zhiqiu grabbed the basket and threw it vigorously in front of him, only to see dozens of toasted bread falling like scattered flowers of the heavenly maiden, unlike others, they fell a little slowly, like feathers, fluttering down.

The artisans of the Desert Empire had long known the luscious taste of these buttery breads, and they also knew that this kind of return gift was a custom in Avanti Ye's homeland and had to be respected.

So they jumped up and down, grabbing the toast that was slowly landing, not looking at the people around them, and stuffing them directly into their mouths. When you take a bite, it's all fragrant butter and it tastes great.

Ye Zhiqiu's baskets were thrown down one after another, and hundreds or thousands of dates caused many people to scramble, and dried fruits such as pine nuts and walnuts attracted the crazy robbery of good deeds.

Until the last basket, which was full of ten gold coins exchanged for yellow and clear copper horns, I don't know how many, it must have exceeded five thousand.

The copper coins falling from the rain all over the sky, even the slaves couldn't help but rush into the field and stretched out their hands, and a few smart people took off their robes on the spot, tied the opening of their necks with two sleeves, and made a pocket on the spot, raised their hands above their heads, and watched dozens or hundreds of copper coins fall into his money bag.

It's not a lot of money, but the meaning is extraordinary, after all, this is money falling from the sky, don't be in vain!

Tonight's events are destined to be the talk of the holy city of Mega in the near future, whether it is the public baths, the people of the empire who socialize by bathing, or the middle-class "observers" who sit in the café and talk about national affairs, and the world's magnanimity will be relished by Avanti Yeh's generosity.

When Ye Zhiqiu established his foundation and the Eastern Empire-style dock fort was completed, he did not hesitate to spend a lot of money on gold, not only to calm the more or less resentment of the people of the Desert Empire, but also to confirm his reputation as a "generous", which was far more aggressive than the titles of "King of the Colosseum" and "Sand Burial Terminator", and won the hearts of the middle and lower class people of the Desert Empire.

Ye Zhiqiu stood on the top floor of the dock fort, looking down at the lively crowd below, the strict class barriers were completely broken, which shows that "money" is one of the strongest forces in the multiverse world.

"I'm copying the concept of sending red envelopes on WeChat! It is the best way to gather popularity and eliminate the barriers between people. I'll come back from time to time when I have the chance. ”

At this moment, in the direction of the Storm Altar, the Eighth Lord "Voice of God" Olivei held the optical refraction reflection device in both hands, looking at the fortress-like building that rose from the ground in the outer ring of the eastern district of the Holy City a few kilometers away.

"A man who spends money like water, this is also a wandering samurai, even from a long distance, I can still feel the aura of this person, at least twice as much as mine. ”

At the same time, Ye Zhiqiu's keen intuitive sixth sense, when he realized the fact that he was being peeped at, immediately glanced sideways and met the eyes of the eighth lord in the distance.

"Voice of God" Olivei couldn't help but gasp, feeling a little sore teeth, he immediately put down the "binoculars", and couldn't help but say: "I have to retract the judgment just now! From a distance of four kilometers, Avanti Ye can still detect my observations, and his sixth sense intuition is fixed on top of ordinary Bronze Saint Seiya. ”

The person who had been silent took off his hood, revealing Ye Zhiqiu's familiar face, this person was the "Fifty-One" who had been successfully reconcocted, and now the tenth lord Basel, not only washed away the embarrassing digital code, but was also given a name and identity by the Storm Priesthood.

"Eighth Lord, according to our investigation, the Dark Sage who killed the noble Farisa must have died at the hands of this Eastern Warrior, and perhaps Avanti Ye still retains the obsidian suit of this Dark Sage. ”

"Voice of God" Olifi nodded slightly, expressing his approval of the attitude of the Tenth Lord: "We have been dealing with the Sanctuary of Athens in Europa for many years, and we have collected eleven battle suits of different textures before and after. The shadow of the Golden Saint Seiya, one set of dark gold suits, two sets of silver Saint Seiya suits, four sets of bronze Saint Seiya suits, four sets of obsidian suits of the Dark Saint Warrior, plus one set hidden in Avanti Ye's hand, there are a total of twelve sets. If we can come over smoothly, maybe our Great Elder can use the recent research results and the resonance effect of the battle suit to specifically locate the location of the Athenian Sanctuary. ”

The Tenth Lord Basel, who didn't know much about this, was silent, and the "Voice of God" Olivei didn't hear a response, so he realized that he was not talking to the Ninth Lord Sha Fu, who was very familiar with him, and immediately stopped talking.

"Tenth Lord, you have just come down from the Storm Altar and heard that you had a friendship with Avanti Ye. In the name of the Great Elder, I will give you a task to bring over the obsidian suit that may fall into the hands of Avanti Ye, and no matter what conditions he prescribes, as long as it is not beyond the scope of the Storm Priests' ability, he can agree to all of them. ”

"Since it is an order from the Great Elder, my Tenth Lord Basel will naturally obey it, even if it is broken to pieces. ”

"Voice of God," Olifi nodded slightly, and Basel immediately turned and retreated. As soon as he turned around, the Tenth Lord's face became very unsightly, and he forcibly demanded the precious obsidian battle suit from his life-saving benefactor, and his mood instantly fell to the bottom.