As twilight sets in the west, the sky has become dark, but there is still some time before night comes completely.
Children ran playfully through the streets, women lit up fires, and the factory bells chimed in the distance. After a few minutes of waiting, the factory's brand-new steel door was pushed open with a "coax", and people wearing clothes
Men in blue or black workers' uniforms, with their backs straight and arrogant, poured onto the street and dispersed towards the newly built workers' accommodation area.
The workers in Wenning District are well-paid, strong and hard-working, with tired and confident smiles on their faces that are stained by fire, dye or oil. Most of them are not very old, and the oldest ones are not older than
30 years old. The young workers have a healthy body and spirit, excellent technology and a glorious sense of mission. They represent the new values after Nanling enters the industrial era. Shining under the glory of the silver rose, they
I firmly believe that what awaits me and the entire Nanling is an unprecedented bright future.
"It's unimaginable that ten years ago this was just a slum, don't you think so? Franril."
Strolling on the street where even the air was filled with the smell of oil and sweat, the young gentleman in neat robes asked this question to the boy next to him with a look of joy on his face.
"Master Hogan, please don't forget our true mission to Nanling this time." The silent young man calmly reminded his young master. He knew very well that once his young master got excited, he would become a little complacent.
"I really want to see with my own eyes what kind of person the legendary Sir Ivan Ian is, who can actually do such incredible things!"
Hogan danced and expressed his thoughts to the servants beside him.
"Master Hogan..." Franiel sighed, "I don't want to remind you..."
Hogan didn't pay attention to the young man's words at all. He still kept talking: "Flan Lier, did you hear that? The New Model Army, which was adapted from the old Imperial Army, with a strength of less than 30,000 people, fought in 2
Within a few months, we captured New Longge City! When was the last time the Nanling people were beaten and retreated to New Longge City? It was probably when the last Duke Ian died in battle, right?"
"Master Hogan..."
The young man pulled on his tuxedo, collared shirt and gentleman's hat, and kept showing the young man: "Flan Leer, look at this again! The latest style of Nanling fashion, from material to design, is unprecedented.
It’s so novel and fashionable! It’s easy to move and looks good, and of course the price is just as expensive…”
"Master Hogan..."
"Then, Franriel, have you seen it? These [big workshops]! These workers! All of them are ordinary people who don't know any magic! Only key technicians have abilities ranging from mid-level apprentice to high-level apprentice.
! It is such ordinary civilians who have made so many products that even professional alchemists had difficulty making before! The clothes on my body! The perfume my sister uses! My father’s exquisite pistol! My mother’s incense stick
Sandalwood carved folding fan! Oh my God! It’s unimaginable!”
"Huo..."
"And more! Franril, all the achievements here belong to the Duke of Silver Rose! In other words, they were all created by the legendary Sir Ivan Ian alone! You will definitely feel very suspicious.
After fighting with the Longge royal family for so many years, how did Duke Ian come up with such a large amount of money? Then let me, Yiwen Yiantong, tell you! First of all..."
"Master Hogan!" The young man finally couldn't help it anymore. He looked angrily at his ignorant young master, his blue eyes filled with stern criticism, "Please pay attention, Master Hogan asked you to come here for no reason.
You are asked to worship idols! But..."
At this point, the young man wearing a peaked cap, shirt and overalls looked around, then lowered his voice: "But I came here to kill the Evan Ian in your mouth!"
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"It's really unimaginable why the master would send you, the young master who admires Sir Ivan so much, to do such a thing, and yet, the master, you actually agreed without hesitation."
The young man angrily pushed open the door of the meeting place agreed with the other organization.
This is a small bar called Nolan Ji'er. I don't know what it has to do with the large restaurant with the same name across the street, but it doesn't look like much from the outside. When I push the door and walk in, the inside of the bar is surprisingly not small.
, soft lighting, wooden tables and chairs create a warm atmosphere that can make people relax.
"Because I'm stuck in the Prince's Mansion like this all the time without going out? These are the old guy's exact words." The young man whose pseudonym was Hogan looked very relaxed. He twirled the short stick in his hand, "This place looks like
Yes, and I have no idea that the person I admire will be killed by these ant-like nobles of Nanling."
There was almost no logical connection in the few words of the young man, but the young man seemed to have adapted to his master's way of speaking. He sighed: "Yes... But whether it is you or the master, his ideas are too strange.
I clearly think that the other party is unlikely to succeed, but I still intend to provide help to them."
"Because we are arms dealers."
Hogan summarized the conversation and pointed to the bar: "I think it's nice there, let's just sit there."
"..." Franiel's expression was a little distorted. The bar counter is the most conspicuous place in the whole bar. Didn't this stupid young master even think about hiding his eyes from others?!
But knowing that he couldn't be persuaded, Franiel smiled bitterly and could only follow Hogan to the bar.
"Hi ~ Good evening, beauty." Hogan greeted the woman behind the bar.
Franiel raised his head warily and turned his attention to the woman who was being spoken to by Hogan.
Even Franriel had to admit that this woman was indeed an uncompromising beauty.
The woman is about 25 years old, dressed like a waitress, wearing an ordinary dark dress, with a light yellow scarf casually wrapped around the dress, her long dark purple hair is tied behind her head, and her violet eyes flash with charm.
The alluring luster of the human heart.
Faced with Hogg's seemingly frivolous conversation, the woman dealt with it with ease.
"No, guest." He raised his fingers and twisted the bunched hair on his chest, twisting it around subconsciously, and then the slender white index finger with a faint scent of hair stopped just an inch from the tip of Hogan's nose, "Here,
Please call me boss lady, or Miss Cynthia."
The bar owner named Cynthia showed a smile that was so bright and soul-stirring (Franciel saw someone next to him pouring beer into his nose), then danced around, picked up the order from the shelf behind him, and placed it on the table.
In front of Hogan: "So, first-time guests, what do you want to order?"
Franiel saw with satisfaction that Hogan was not charmed by this woman. He showed his usual sunny smile: "Please bring me two drinks that are exactly the same as the friend next to me."
Hey! Did you order it for me before I said anything? Franiel wanted to complain, but he endured it, mainly because he saw the guest who was wearing a black robe and couldn't see his face and was drinking.
Yes, it is a very beautiful looking drink.
"Would you like two Ningbing Mengxue cocktails? Okay." Cynthia hummed and started getting ready behind the bar. Taking this opportunity, Hogan kept chatting to the man in black robe beside him: "This friend,
How does the drink you drink taste like? Can you tell me?"
Do you ask the other person what they think after you click?
Franriel has become somewhat immune to his young master's weird behavior, but he still complains in his heart more or less.
The man in black robes, who seemed to be of medium height, ignored Hogan at all, making Hogan a little embarrassed.
"Well done!" Franriel silently gave a thumbs up in his mind, "For a person like this, the more you ignore him, the more he will get embarrassed!"
After he was bored, Hogan didn't feel angry. He smiled and was planning to keep up his efforts——
The bar door opened again, and two people, one tall, one short, one thin and one fat, walked in.
He held two umbrellas in his hands, one black and one white.
"Strange...Is it raining outside?" Cynthia, the proprietress, subconsciously looked at the door, shook her head, and looked back.
Franiel stood up and looked at the young master beside him. When he saw him nodding imperceptibly, Franiel took out a black rose in a glass box from his bag.
The special preservation magic box allows this black rose to still maintain its delicate appearance for up to thirteen days after being picked.
"Okay, let's enjoy the ice and snow for both of you." At this moment, Cynthia put two cocktails on the bar with a sincere smile on her face.
Just as Franriel was about to hold the black rose and walk to a more conspicuous place to attract the other party's attention, Hogan grabbed the glass box in his hand.
"Beautiful Miss Cynthia! Although I have only met you for less than ten minutes, I suddenly found that I couldn't help myself and fell hopelessly in love with you! In fact, I am a poor florist.
, this precious [Black Agate] is the only thing I can give you, please be sure to accept it!"
"""puff!"""
Franiel didn't have to look back to imagine the crowd of choked men behind him.
"It's just that the fat on my chest is relatively large..."
Franiel thought this with some sourness.
"Ah?! Really?" The shop lady showed a happy smile on her face, "Then I will accept it~"
A shameless woman... The sour taste in Franiel's heart became even greater.
"The same goes for the box." Qianqian's jade hand stretched out a little. Seeing that Hogan didn't respond, she quickly stretched out her hand and pulled the glass box used for preservation. Until then, Cynthia's face was slightly blank.
Apologizing, he clasped his hands together, holding the black onyx and glass box in his hands, and showed a "very sorry" smile to Hogan: "But I can't accept your proposal, because I already have someone I like!"
"I don't believe it!" "Didn't you already know this!?" "Excuse! This must be an excuse!" "Miss Cynthia is just talking! No one has ever seen Miss Cynthia's boyfriend!"
We still have hope!" "Don't give up! Comrade!" "Comrade!"
Franiel always felt that an extremely touching scene was taking place somewhere that she didn't know about.
"Ah, is that so? Then there is nothing we can do." Hogan scratched his head, then picked up the cocktail on the bar and took a sip.
Franriel saw that the other party had noticed the movement here and was walking towards this side.
"Let's go, Franriel." Hogan stood up with the wine glass in his hand. Then he looked at Cynthia behind the bar, showing a sad expression as if his heart was really broken, "My lovely lady, how can I get along with you?"
Time is so short that I am infatuated with it, but I am very sorry that my pure heart is in severe pain after being rejected by you just now, so please allow me to leave you temporarily and swallow quietly in a quiet corner.
Down this bitter water of sorrow.”
"Ah! It's okay, don't worry about me, just leave." Cynthia put the black onyx into the glass box, and then waved goodbye to Hogan in an unusually cheerful manner.
"Here it comes! Miss Cynthia's frozen flame smile!" "The goddess-like devil's kiss! Ah! My heart has stopped beating!"
Hearing the exaggerated shouts from behind, Franliel couldn't help but twitch his lips again.
And Hogan pulled him: "Let's go."
Franiel nodded and followed Hogan's pace, but he didn't expect Franiel to stop after standing up. He bent down and whispered in the ear of the man in black robe beside him -
"My friend, thank you for your recommendation. It's a very girly drink..."
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Looking at the four people who opened the door and left, Cynthia, or Qiluo, nodded thoughtfully: "Is that him? Eret Rose Anfield? The only heir to Lord Anthony, the four most powerful people in the imperial capital.
The heir of one of the big families, what is he doing here?"
"Is it related to Yiwen?" The violet eyes naturally stopped on the person in front of him.
"Now that you have left the Duke's Mansion, don't ask any more questions. These matters have nothing to do with you."
The man in black robe finished the drink in his cup and stood up.
"Master Ian has been very busy recently and can't come over, so he asked me to come and see you. Since you don't have any trouble, I'll take my leave."
After taking two steps, the man in black robe stopped again and turned to look at Cynthia: "Have you really given up?"
Cynthia smiled faintly, lifted up the corners of her skirt, and let her dark purple hair hang down slightly. She bowed her head in silence and gave a farewell salute to the man in black robe.
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PS: Today’s update is quite late. It’s 4,000 words. Please vote and bookmark it. I forgot about it yesterday (face covering)