Chapter 177 Daily Life

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It turned out that Medici was quite interested in this matter.

Sauron took the lead in attacking:

"Why are the juniors of your age thinking about leaving the family? Although the Sauron family has declined, it can't afford to raise a little girl, right? She is already in her twenties and is still a Sequence 8. She will definitely not be a half in the future. For God's sake, this bloodline identity will not participate in the marriage, so why is she running away?"

Traynor nodded politely but perfunctorily: "You are right."

Then he realized that Sauron was asking him, so he immediately took out an account book: "The family's annual debt in 1359 was as high as 110,000 gold louis, including maintaining decent castle repairs and hunting grounds. In order to maintain the family's living standard, the debt repayment at the end of the year was The annuity of the divided family will be deducted.”

"To put it simply, the families at the bottom are almost out of food."

Sauron was not interested in this: "So what? We are all members of the same family. Wouldn't it be beneficial to separate the families?"

Traynor nodded politely but perfunctorily: "You are right."

"But after the coup, the influence of the Sauron family in the country was indeed very low. Because the Roselle people published many literary and artistic works that satirized the royal family. Unfortunately, the regime at that time was indeed quite corrupt."

"Now the Sauron family is only equivalent to an ordinary mid-level noble. Elaine is still a collateral member within four generations, but she does not receive much preferential treatment from the family. Instead, she needs to go out to make money and even support the family at a young age. "

Sauron’s focus is strange:

"Why do you still keep the family's account books from last year?"

Trainor paused for a second.

He said: "Because I want to see which relatives have taken away the tainted factory I deliberately left behind."

He said sadly: "Although they all have serious illegal activities such as tax evasion, illegal sewage discharge, malicious attack on competitors, illegal and unpaid overtime, etc., the overall value exceeds 150,000 gold louis, which is enough to temporarily fill the financial hole. "

"There are too many people in the family who are greedy for these real estates. I deliberately did not transfer the property rights before I left. The old immortals will definitely divide the property. Hehe, the money for filing lawsuits and establishing connections will be enough for them to drink."

Sauron first wanted to praise this conspiracy, but then said: "Immortal?"

Traynor immediately lowered his eyebrows and said, "Yes, I am wishing them a long life."

Medici couldn't hold himself any longer at first and burst into laughter. He reached out and slapped Sauron back, who was aggrieved by his unworthy descendants, and spoke of another matter with great interest:

"Your great-granddaughter said that there is a saint witch behind the little witch?"

It was hard to deal with it. Traynor, who just wanted to go to work safely and fish seriously, sighed secretly and couldn't escape: "Yes."

"Oh, regarding the last great smog incident in Loen, has the Iron-Blooded Cross obtained any information on the negotiations between various countries and the Witch Sect?"

Traynor rummaged through the drawer, then nonchalantly unfolded a paper airplane in the corner of the drawer and read:

"Intis has negotiated with the witch, and the information has not been updated yet."

"The Feysac Empire wanted to negotiate with the Witch Sect's 'Lieutenant General Disease' through 'Lieutenant General Dusk', but they had a fierce fight with 'Admiral Blood' on the way, but failed."

"Probably because Roen gave the Witch Sect considerable benefits during the cooperation."

Traynor put down the creased report: "It feels like the Witch Cult is not very enthusiastic about disclosing the inside story of the Great Smog."

Medici nodded:

"good."

"Let's go find the old witch behind the little witch and negotiate directly."

Traynor:….

Traynor struggled: "Do you want to cause a diplomatic dispute? The personnel we recruited have not reached the target line yet. With all due respect to Your Highness the Red Angel, this matter will be handled by informants from the intelligence department, so I won't bother you."

Medici laughed unabashedly: "From New Year to now, for more than half a month, I can't even get information smoothly. How can I still have the nerve to call myself an intelligence department? It's better to quit eating dinner as soon as possible. It's better to resign." "

Traynor also felt that the intelligence department was too lazy, but he still defended himself with two words:

"After all, this is a national matter."

"If you want to impeach Roen, you must have all the evidence..."

Medici roared loudly again: "That's it? You are tied up! Hunters are getting worse and worse. In fact, war does not need any legitimate reasons at all! As long as there is ambition and desire!"

"Just think of it as human moral obsessiveness."

Traynor didn't care about the so-called righteous excuse: "So..."

"Forget about those things. How can you find excellent hunters and soldiers sitting in an office?"

Medici waved his hand coolly, took his coat off the hanger and threw it on his back, then walked away coolly:

"Once the war spreads, hunters will get wind of it and come! You write a request for leave and ask Lei Nabo to come back to work."

"It's Raymond." Traynor complained sharply, "As expected, you got impatient during the interview in the personnel department and wanted to go overseas for some fun, right?"

"Your little mouth is really full of honey. You can pay for the boat ticket."

Medici's voice was filled with a smile: "I must come back to the Holy Communion of the Iron Cross Society. The new Holy Communion bread has arrived!"

Communion bread? What the hell... Traynor shook his head and resignedly began to pack up the important documents.

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Frank looked at the piece of paper floating in the air in front of him, his eyes widened in surprise:

"Aurora wants to buy my failed technology and wheat seeds?"

An extra line of words appeared on the piece of paper hanging in the air: Yes.

Then, the handwritten Northern Continent Common Language gradually appeared in the next line: If you agree, you can quote your own price.

The pie he made was a huge hit, and Frank received a dozen compliments and food feedback (although only a third remained after cutting out all the crazy praise for the true Creator), and the Aurora Club followed suit. Hou Di made a request to purchase technology and improved seeds, which made Frank surprised and shocked and had to seriously think about whether his recent vigorous research had gone too far and got too close to a famous cult organization. .

"This...I don't know how much this technology is worth. How much are they willing to offer?"

A price list appeared on the note: technology and seeds, totaling 10,000 pounds.

so tall! Aurora values ​​my technology so much, and if they are willing to spend so much money, they will definitely get greater rewards... So why do they directly ask for such a high price? Should we call them crazy or simple-minded?

A serious expression appeared on Frank's tanned face, and he answered carefully: "Great 'mentor', can I ask what the Aurora Society wants to buy technology and seeds for?"

The existing writing on the paper slowly disappears, while new words are constantly being updated:

Aurora will think that your technology is similar to the doll manufacturing technology of the "Generalist" path, and wants to buy it back for research, and use the technology for farming and increasing food production, freeing up manpower to a certain extent.

That sounded like a good thing, but... Frank hesitated.

"Dear 'mentor', I can't tell whether the Aurora Society can do all this."

Without strong notarial means, and with the extremely poor reputation of the Aurora Society, Frank simply could not believe these words.

It is said that in Loen last year alone, the Aurora Society was involved in the assassination of Ambassador Intis and the infiltration of foreign spies. There are also quite a few people who believe that the Aurora Society must also be involved in the great smog tragedy at the end of the year. It's hard not to make Frank feel that helping them is equivalent to increasing the number of cultists and helping them attract followers to the evil god "True Creator".

Just a small order like food can be mutually beneficial, but the unstable and dangerous technology in my hand cannot be delivered so simply.

There was an updated line of text on the note in mid-air: The Aurora Show means you can inspect it at any time.

...No, that's not the problem! If I go, I will also become one of the believers of the "True Creator", right? ! For my mother's sake, I will never easily step into the camp of the evil secret organization!

After hesitating for a while, Frank shook his head firmly:

"Dear 'mentor', please help me tell them that my technology still has major flaws and I will not sell it for the time being."

"And rather than researching and improving failed technical routes, my top priority is to quickly complete the roasted chicken flavored apple."

The next sentence appeared on the note: OK. What about wheat seeds?

Speaking of this, Frank showed a smile on his face. He looked at the sack of wheat seeds that had been prepared in the corner and the cultivation instructions packed inside, and said:

"I am going to sell the wheat seeds to my friend. I believe he can use these seeds to save more people."

"His name is Richard Ernst, and he is a famous philanthropist. But he hasn't replied to me yet, and I haven't had time to tell him about the wheat seeds and gifts."

There was no new writing on the note for several seconds. Then, the "mentor" on the other side wrote:

You can contact Him directly by name.

Him? Frank froze. I stared at this word without reacting for a moment.

Yes, He. The handwriting appeared leisurely, and there was even an emoticon of drinking tea at the end. He can respond to His name all over the world. Do you want me to tell you His name?

Frank became confused in the wind. He didn't know whether he should be proud that he knew an angel or be shocked that his friend was actually an angel. At this moment, he suddenly heard a muffled sound coming from the ceiling directly above him. It seemed as if something fell to the ground, followed by a series of heart-wrenching sounds of scratching on the wooden board.

——Due to Cattleya's request, his laboratory was set up directly below the captain's cabin.

"There seems to be something wrong with the captain." He said quickly, "Great 'mentor', I am going to confirm the captain's safety. Please forgive me for not being able to talk to you anymore."

A "hmm" appeared on the floating note, then turned into a shadow and disappeared.

But as Frank ran out of the laboratory, Edward, who was far away by the volcano in the southern continent, suddenly stopped his hand. He tilted his head in confusion. The paper suddenly appeared in Frank's laboratory again, and then penetrated upwards through the ceiling. Arrive at the captain's cabin.

The illusory paper merged with the chandelier in the captain's room. A black eye opened on the glass lampshade. He looked down and saw Frank, who was extremely anxious because of the captain's coma, and also saw the captain whose spirit body had disappeared.

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Agaritu, who was resting in the shade of the deck, turned his head simultaneously.

The picture Edward saw appeared in his mind, but within just a minute or two, the mutated ears on the "Star Admiral" retracted, the flesh and blood gaps covering the eyes slowly closed, and the violent spirit and babble returned to calm.

"Origin Castle? 'Admiral of the Stars'...could it be that he was also chosen by Klein?"

"The Source Castle Meeting - the Tarot Society seems to be growing continuously, but since Forsi has already sent a message, there is no need for Cattleya to take advantage of it..."

The function was repeated. Ever since he knew that there was no demigod in the Tarot Society, his interest and wariness in this meeting had been reduced to a minimum. Maybe the current "Star Admiral" will be the highest ranked in the entire meeting...

Thinking of this, Agaritu frowned unconsciously.

"From June last year to January this year, it went from 9 to 6 in more than half a year. Does he think this speed is normal?"

"That's all, he should have a relatively clear and distant goal. As long as this goal exists, he feels that his promotion speed is normal and the result of his own efforts..."

If it was Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun's backup, it would be reasonable for him to be promoted so quickly - but what Tianzun needs is just a container to carry his own spirit and characteristics, and there is no need for Klein to be promoted steadily.

At the same time, Klein seems to have no idea about the fact that he is a back-up, and even carelessly uses his honorary name to connect himself with Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun... There must be some problem in this, and it has evolved into what it is now.

The "faceless doll" went to Bayam for two days, only to find that Klein was not there and had gone somewhere.

Just as he was thinking about it, the first mate handed over a document and whispered: "Captain, this is the transaction contract with the Spiritual Religion Group."

In the end, it was still the Spiritual Religion... Agaritu took the document and flipped through it.

In fact, there were more than 800 slaves crammed into every corner of the slave ship. The "Suicide" used more than 200 slaves, doubling the size of the captain's cabin, and then part of it was divided up by the pirates. But there are still nearly five hundred people left. According to the bid of the Spiritual Religion Group, the price is 1 pound and 15 suler per head. The Spiritual Religion Group originally wanted men, women and children to be redeemed at different prices, but in the end they chose a unified price.

By the way, the maximum bid of the Rose School is 1 pound 12 sores.

The ransom of more than 800 pounds was paid in the form of a check commonly used in the northern continent. The slave ship has been pulled back by the Spiritual Religion. It is said that the "Hell Admiral" Ludwell was supposed to be along the way to escort it, but it was changed to "The God of Death" along the way. Messenger” Mirella.

Because the Spiritual Cult is worried that the "Hell General" who sends all lives equally to the underworld will also send the people he redeemed to death.

It seems that the "Pale Queen" has been in good fortune recently. She has achieved remarkable results in several attacks on important colonial cities, causing her support rate in the southern continent to surpass Si'a in one fell swoop. It seems that there is an internal intention to rename it "The Church of Death" ...It seems that the city that initially attacked did agree to the request to replace the governor, but the "Pale Queen" still did not withdraw from the city. Not only was there a competition with Loen to see who could delay the time better, but also unidentified murders continued to occur during this period, and most of the murdered were foreigners living in the city. This kind of indiscriminate killing seems to be the style of the Rose School. The "Pale Queen" did not stop it, but instead used it to put pressure on the government.

Shia Eggers has a great chance of winning back the city, but if she really resists to the end, it will mean that the colony declares that the independence war is about to begin. Not only Loen, but also the countries in the northern continent will not sit idly by...

The communications industry in the Northern Continent is underdeveloped, and the Southern Continent is even worse.

"Messenger of Death" Mirela completed the handover and was about to leave when he suddenly stood on the deck and asked from a distance:

"Dear 'Immortal King', do you want to search for the 'Sunken Laurel'?"

Has the news spread? It just so happened that the nearest heading was also towards the Raging Sea.

Agaritu looked up at him and nodded.

Mirela looked calm and said with a slight hint: "Our Majesty the Queen does not want Bailang's cultural relics to be obtained by outsiders."

"Then let your queen personally salvage the sunken ship." Agaritu said coldly, "The treasure at sea is first come, first served!"

Mirella is not angry:

"I understand your attitude."

"Perhaps we can establish a long-term cooperative relationship. If you can also intercept the slave ship, we will redeem it at the current price or even a higher price."

"Not interested." Agaritu replied impatiently, "I will consider contacting you when there is leftover food, so go away."

Mirella walked away with fists clenched.

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In the corner of the southern continent, Edward tore off a page from the wall calendar and looked at today's date.

After he was convinced that he had erased all occult connections and was fully prepared for anti-divination, he naturally opened the door and left.

Half a minute later, He appeared in a small village in the Bailang Empire. Edward stood there for a short while and saw that there was no strange phenomenon or thunder in the sky. He happily stepped forward and walked into the ruined village.

This place has long been a scene of purgatory on earth.

Corpses can be seen everywhere, lying on the ground or near houses, with flies, crows, and many scavengers wandering among them. Wild dogs run back and forth wagging their tails, tearing apart the corpses and feasting on them.

The corpses were all emaciated and had bronze-colored skin. Most of them were lying down, with wounds or bullet holes all over their bodies. It was obvious that they had not died of disease, starvation or natural death, but had been killed artificially.

Edward held his cane and walked briskly through this small town filled with the smell of blood and corpses. When he reached a crossroads, he suddenly turned a corner and came to the third collapsed house. He lifted up a pile of rags the size of a pillow and found a skinny little girl with flies on her eyelids.

She was dead, with blood that had not completely coagulated on her abdomen and lower body, and penetrating wounds to her temple and head from top to bottom. Her body was already cold, but Edward knelt down, held the cat-paw-sized hand with a smile, and asked softly:

"Child, who killed you?"

The child's body remained silent, but a little girl covered in blood and with disheveled and dirty hair slowly appeared next to him. The little girl said hoarsely in a childish voice:

"Soldiers came to the village, and my mother asked me to hide here..."

"...Mom said, just wait a little longer..."

"As long as we wait a little longer, we can wait for Her Majesty the Queen's army..."

"She's coming soon... I just need to sleep here for a little while..."

Then, her figure became erratic and transparent, and she quickly disappeared from the place.

Edward stood up, looked to the north, then walked around the disheveled and mutilated body of a woman lying outside the door, and walked all the way to the northeast.

He took one step, two steps, and the shallow footprints were filled with blood. The blood seemed to be endless, rapidly expanding outwards, swallowing up the broken walls and corpses and bones on the ground. The scavengers that had no time to escape also melted into it, and unwilling malice and resentful spirits blended into it. Soon the entire small village was cleansed, and a huge and ferocious monster made of human severed limbs and blood stood in the center of the village, with a head made of countless human faces.

It moved, spreading its wings made of broken bones and rotten flesh, and dropped corpse water and blood as it moved. It followed Edward, but from time to time it instinctively wanted to go in another direction.

Edward turned his head to look at it and waved his hand nonchalantly:

"Go ahead."

When the corpse monster heard this, all the faces on its head made of human faces showed smiles, and it immediately rushed in the other direction.

Ten minutes later, Edward arrived unhurriedly as if taking a walk. There were two similar monsters standing there. Most of the corpses that made up the new monsters were dressed in military uniforms, and guns and daggers were scattered on the ground.

"Go on." Edward ordered in a good mood, "You can go wherever you want."

He watched the two monsters leave, stretched out, and planned to go to another city to have lunch first.

TBC

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It feels like a world war is about to be brought forward.

Oh my God, there is a synchronization bug in the app. It scares me to death. The title of this chapter is Go out for a walk (grass)