Chapter 195 The outside world and Silver City

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Agaritu looked at the confiscated chart, which marked a safe route with a red line. There were many marks in the corners of the map, such as "avoid islands when you see them" and "go to bed immediately when it gets dark."

", "Keep awake at all times"... This is a very complete blueprint, and it is a good thing to solve the urgent need.

He turned to another one, which was a treasure map. The paper was very old, as if it would crack at any time. The road sign pointed to the southeast, with a dotted line demarcating a small area, and the word "treasure" in ancient giant language.

The words seem to be the same as myself.

The captured adventurers have handed over everything, and are nervously looking at the "Immortal King" in the distance surrounded by the blades of the demon sailors. If the other party is not satisfied yet, the next one should be sacrificed.

It is your own life and soul.

After thinking for a while, the "Immortal King" made a decision.

He wants to take these extraordinary people away together, and the "Sad Death" needs building materials and mice.

…

"I met a treasure hunter at sea? Yes, I know. It's okay to catch them as building materials or as guinea pigs. They have a safe route at hand, and they also know a lot of ways to avoid it? Okay, I think the treasure map is very interesting.

It’s okay to take a look...Okay, okay, I understand, I understand. I’ll send you your location later and give you very high authority. You can do whatever you want. I’m busy, so I’ll hang up.”

Edward finished the intercom call in a hurry and turned to Mirela with a flawless smile:

"What did you come to ask?"

Mirela dared to be angry but did not dare to speak. She lowered her head again and said respectfully: "Her Majesty the Queen wants to know how the last commission went."

"What about the Governor?"

Edward then quickly flipped through the memory information. The "faceless doll" has excellent learning ability. He has learned the role through his own efforts. From the very beginning, he has progressed from word to word to the point where he can fluently use the words of Loen's upper-class nobles.

Write a review in a tone that does not require any polishing. So Edward read it very easily:

"The progress is good. They have just passed Zhongcheng Island, and there are still about three days left to sail to the port of Balam. The demigod general accompanying the army has officially boarded the ship, and the expectations within the armed forces of your Spiritual Religion Group have been disappointed."

Mirela nodded thoughtfully: "So, Your Highness, how are their injuries?"

Edward reached out and poured himself a cup of tea, but after seeing the thick layer of spices and seasonings under the tea, he put it back on the table with a polite smile. Mirela did not pay attention to this small detail, and Edward continued.

:

"This time the team had a total of 530 people. My subordinates digested 30 people in the first few days, and then the demigods cleared them all because they showed their flaws. Then it digested 50 people before the demigods officially boarded the ship.

The demigod is very confident in himself and is not familiar with servants and sailors. He has not noticed that the number of people being digested is steadily expanding. If everything goes well, it is expected that when they land in three days, except for a few commanders and the demigod

General, everything else will be digested by my subordinates."

"With all due respect, your subordinates?"

"That's right."

"But you just used 'it'."

"No problem. If it can successfully complete this task and come to me, it will be 'him'." Edward smiled nonchalantly, "Just right, I want to know if there is any 'divination' in the Spiritual Religion.

Home'pathway to low-sequence properties or materials?"

Mirela thought quickly and responded cautiously: "I am not responsible for the management of sealed items, but if you want to know, I will ask the person in charge internally."

"Okay, I'll excuse you. This matter is not urgent."

Thinking of the Queen's message, Mirela gritted her teeth and spoke cautiously: "Please forgive me for being abrupt again. If... the digestion situation is a little lacking, how many people do you plan to release to the land of Balam?"

"In this regard, I still believe in my own vision."

Mirela was horrified: "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to..."

"Haha... don't be nervous. Trust me in the spirit of the contract. I am always willing to spend 10% of my efforts to complete the customer's request." Edward didn't take it seriously. He stretched out his hand and made a downward movement, and wanted to stand up and salute to apologize.

Mirela pressed back into her seat.

He smiled gently: "I understand your uneasiness, but my remedial measures will change according to the guest's ideas. So, has the Spiritual Cult internally decided how to handle a diplomatic incident such as the accidental death of the governor?"

"Thank you for your magnanimity..." Mirela wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and spoke more carefully, "I have no right to know about this matter. Maybe you need to talk to Her Majesty the Queen."

The devil was still smiling: "Then what do you think of the city riots, the governor being shot, and his body completely gone?"

"Let's put it this way, the months-long battle has caused a lot of shady evil in the city of Aldera. Many arms dealers and weapons dealers are making a fortune from the war. They don't want the war to end like this, so one day in public, they

Let me make the Governor disappear... This way you can largely avoid Loen's impeachment and shift the blame to the Governor's guards' poor protection, or even bite back."

"..." This sounds perfect.

"Is the Spiritual Religion secretly cooperating with the Rose School? Tell me where Si'a is, and I will help you let the governor die naturally."

Facing the thoughtful and free suggestions from his partner, Mirela began to sweat on his forehead again. He lowered his head and said in a calm voice: "Please forgive me, I have no right to make a decision on this matter, Her Majesty the Queen."

We also look forward to further discussions with you.”

Edward also saw that he could not make the decision, and the purpose was just to let him give a message to the Pale Queen.

For the Pale Queen, except for the potential consensus of "Don't make a deal with the devil", which is only feared by low-sequence people (to be honest, Edward feels that this consensus is a bit too serious about herself, and the devil is not interested in everything)

, as long as you are willing to let the Rose School of thought continue to stir up trouble in the Southern Continent and take the blame, it doesn't matter whether the collaborator is you or Si'a.

"No matter what you think, I am better? Of course, if Shia Eggers is a coward, then Shia is better..."

After seeing off Mirela who was dripping with sweat, Edward sat in the room for a while and then chose to go out for a walk.

When he went downstairs, he saw the little daughter of the hotel proprietress sitting in the waiting area of ​​the lobby. There was a brand new newspaper on the coffee table in front of her. Seeing the familiar gentleman coming, the little girl immediately ran away happily with the newspaper.

Come over and hand it to Edward like a treasure.

Edward knelt down, touched her head gently, and said with a smile: "Have you learned the words I taught you yesterday?"

The little girl nodded vigorously and said in standard Loenese with a bit of a baby voice: "I got it, sir!"

As she spoke, she handed over the vocabulary book she had bound with several pieces of white manuscript paper. Edward flipped through it and saw that it was neatly filled with Loen words, each stroke with great effort.

Leave a deep mark on the next page.

"You are a very smart boy." Edward noticed the proprietress secretly looking over from behind the counter, and said in a somewhat regretful tone, "If you were in Loen, you would definitely become an outstanding student and a decent woman in the future.

Teacher or clerk."

"It's a pity that you were born here."

The landlady is a woman from the Southern Continent with soft and beautiful features, while the hotel owner is a businessman from the Northern Continent. Therefore, their hotel is located in an urban area with better security and is relatively wealthy and respectable.

God is always willing to favor smart children who are eager to learn and know how to pay for knowledge. He pinched the little girl’s face, took the newspaper, and stood up: “But I have to go out now, and I will teach you when I come back.

You can think about what you want to learn today."

Saying goodbye to the studious little girl, Edward walked out of the hotel and came to the bustling streets of West Balam.

People come and go on the streets, including people from the southern and northern continents. This was once the main area that suffered cultural impact from the northern continent, but it still retains a considerable part of its own cultural traditions. Many people on the streets are sitting in coffins and dying.

The meaning can be seen everywhere.

"Well, South American civilization, Aztecs and Mayans, poetic death..." Edward did not sit on the coffin. He had experienced all these things hundreds of years ago and was tired of seeing them. He walked on the street.

After walking for a while, he took out the newspaper and took a casual look:

"The beloved new governor is coming to the war-torn city"

The city where he temporarily lives is very close to the war-torn Aldera. It only takes three hours by steam train. It is a relatively prosperous and valuable medium-sized colonial city.

Edward thought for two seconds and came up with a plan to pass the time.

He walked into a department store owned by a northern mainlander and bought a lot of cooking oil and rice and noodles. He asked the northern mainlander clerk who was secretly pleased with the big deal: "Are there any other foods that are easy to preserve?"

The Northern Continent clerk was happy to do more business and immediately said: "Yes, sir, there are also many pickled dried meats and vegetables."

"Okay." Edward nodded, "Give me a box of dried meat."

When the clerk turned to go to the counter, he turned to ask another clerk who was putting items on the shelf: "I want to buy as many medicines as possible. Such as alcohol, bandages, painkillers, hemostatics and anti-inflammatories.

Please bring me some."

The female clerk was stunned for a moment, quickly stopped what she was doing, and walked to the other side as she agreed.

At this time, the original male clerk with a Northern Continent appearance also came back. Listening to Edward's detailed request, he suddenly felt a chill in his back. He cautiously approached and asked, "Sir, are you planning a long trip?"

Edward glanced at him warily, looked around a few times, and asked in a low voice: "Are you from the Northern Continent?"

The clerk nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, I am from Intis."

Edward sighed and said in a low voice: "For the sake of fellow countrymen, I can't say much...I can only tell you that the Southern Continent will soon be unstable. If you have some money, go prepare some food and

Gold, you'd better have a boat ticket in your hand at all times."

The appearance and demeanor of the gentleman from the Northern Continent were too believable. The clerk's face suddenly turned half white, and he stammered: "Ah! But, it doesn't mean that the new governor of Loen will do it."

Coming? I heard that the National Assembly has already withdrawn its troops outside the city..."

"Where did you hear that? That's not the case at all! In fact, Luen -" Edward's voice was slightly louder, and he immediately stopped speaking. He waited until all the curious glances from around him disappeared before continuing to speak, his tone already a little bit louder.

Not good, "That's all I have to say. Some big shots don't want it to end like this. It will be unsafe here soon... I only kindly remind you this because you are a fellow countryman. Do you listen?"

It doesn’t matter. Is my box of dried meat ready?”
To be continued...