Chapter 1357 Small Restaurant (seeking monthly ticket)
When the fighting under Fantino was in full swing, the Semitic Western Commander General Verapuni did not know that another war was already taking place in his latest fiefdom, and the Kingdom of Ripoll quietly began...
At this time, in the center of the Ribol Kingdom, it was raining heavily in Ribol City.
The heavy rain seemed to be falling directly from the sky, making a huge "swishing" sound when it fell on the ground.
The rain washes away everything on the ground, trees, houses, the ground...
The water on the ground is getting deeper and deeper, soon covering the feet, and is still rising.
Rainwater flows like streams on the streets, and the city's poor drainage system makes it difficult to drain away rainwater.
A dazzling blue-white electric light instantly illuminated the ground, and then, an ear-splitting roar exploded in the low altitude: 'Crack...,
At the moment when the electric light shines, a palace under construction in the distance reveals its tall and gorgeous appearance, and then sinks into darkness again.
Even with just a glance, you can see the majesty of the palace. Even though it is still under construction, the dome of the main hall is already towering into the sky.
On the entire continent, such a magnificent and majestic palace is rare.
This represents the splendid royal demeanor and shows the strength and prosperity of the new kingdom.
The thunder rumbled like a huge wheel, rolling over the city and gradually receding away.
At this time, in Ripoll City, every door was closed, and there were almost no open shops in the entire city. The entire lower town was like a dead city.
Although the Old Joseph Inn in the west of the city was not included in this list, it still insisted on keeping the door open. However, the gray-haired boss sat behind the counter and sighed as he looked at the empty street.
He stared blankly for a long time, then turned his head and stared blankly at the rainwater flowing down the eaves. He couldn't help but sigh again and murmured: "What a fool, the demons don't give them a way to survive."
Business is not going well, and now even God is against me."
As he said that, he picked up the teapot and took a sip of tea. He found that the tea was already cold, but he couldn't bear to throw it away. He couldn't help but sigh again.
He turned around and scanned the hall.
The hall was empty except for Monet's famous painting "The Fallen Madonna" hanging on the wall directly opposite. Have you ever seen "The French Boutique"?
The only famous waiter was also lying on the table, his head dozing off little by little.
"It's impossible for customers to come. Forget it, let's close the door." The boss muttered in a low mood, and then shouted loudly: "Parker...Parker~!"
The dozing waiter suddenly jumped up and shouted in a daze: "We have a guest, please come inside, please come inside~!"
The boss glared at him angrily and cursed: "You lazy guy, be careful because I will deduct your wages."
The shop assistant showed a flattering smile, nodded and said, "Uncle, why don't you just take a nap?
Besides, since the demons took over this place, there has been no business for more than half a month. Our business is almost unstoppable, so I say you should close the shop as soon as possible.
"If you don't want to die, don't scream like a demon. Now that I'm a Semitic master, I'll be beheaded if I hear him." The boss cursed, grabbed a cup and tried to smash it, and the waiter immediately ran away with his head in his arms.
The boss laughed and scolded twice, and then said: "Forget it. I won't argue with you. It seems there is no business today. You go and close the door. It's closed today. It's raining so hard that even the side door business can't be done."
The waiter carefully poked his head out from behind the pillar and saw that the boss really had no intention of chasing him. Then he smiled and ran to the door, reaching out to close the door.
The heavy door shaft made a creaking sound.
The door was about to close, leaving only a small crack.
At this time, a thick arm suddenly stretched out from the dark rain curtain, pressed against the door, and then pushed the door open with force.
The guy behind the door was pushed back a few steps by the sudden force and almost fell off the ground.
A burly man walked in from the darkness. He wore a wide hat on his head. His whole body was soaked by the rain, and his clothes were dripping with water.
Just by standing there, a pool of water had already formed on the ground.
"Hey, hey, let me tell you, we are closed and no longer doing business." The waiter jumped out from behind the door and shouted loudly.
"Hot water." The strong man said in a hoarse voice.
The guy was stunned for a moment.
The strong man turned his face, stared at the waiter with a pair of fierce eyes under his hat, and repeated: "Hot water~! Hurry up, uncle, I want to take a shower."
The waiter was startled by the fierce look in his eyes, and took two steps back. Then he felt that it was a bit embarrassing to do so, and said with a pinched neck: "We are closed..."
The boss quickly ran out from the counter, kicked the waiter on the butt, and cursed: "Go to hell with your grandma. There is no reason for a businessman to kick customers out."
Then he bowed to the guest and said loudly: "Guests, please come in. That little kid is new here. Don't be familiar with him. Please come in."
Then he turned around, kicked the dazed waiter again, and scolded with a black face: "Clean the guest room and prepare hot water."
"Please come inside, please come inside. You've come to the right place. My old Joseph's hotel is the cleanest and most affordable in the whole of Ripoll." The boss boasted about the long history of his hotel and led the strong man to the back room.
He said: "Where are you coming from, my guest? You are still on your way on a rainy day."
"To the west." The strong man said casually: "Hurrying? No, I have already reached my destination."
The boss's face changed slightly, and he laughed dryly.
Half an hour later, a strong man wearing only a bathrobe walked into the hall. Although he only had this thin robe, judging from the strong man's intentions, he didn't feel cold at all.
He calmly sat down on the chair, put his hands on his knees, and said to the hotel owner: "Just bring the good wine and good food. I'm starving, sir."
The innkeeper stepped forward and bowed, with a helpless smile on his face, and said: "To be honest with you, the only food left in the small shop is cured meat, some mixed noodles and home-brewed potato wine. It is economical and affordable."
The strong man frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "Bacon meat, mixed noodles, potato wine... how to make clay legs?"
You are open for business and only have these things. Do you think I can't afford it?"
As he said that, his expression changed and he suddenly slapped the table.
The boss was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly and said anxiously: "No, no, absolutely not."
"You're not a damned demon." The man muttered fiercely from behind.
The boss quickly winked at the waiter and signaled him to stop talking.
The strong man sneered and said, "What happened to the Semites?"
The boss sighed and said: "Since His Majesty's heavenly army entered the city and Your Majesty ascended the throne, the city's supplies have been given priority to supply the army of God's throne.
Your Majesty has just enacted a law. Ordinary people are not allowed to eat white rice and flour at home. Otherwise, they have violated some special economic laws. If they are caught, they will either go to jail or be whipped and fined. If they can't pay, they will be robbed.
Labor.
It’s not that there’s nothing in the store, it’s that these are the only things on the market.”
The strong man curled his lips and muttered in a low voice, "What a fucking bastard..."
He didn’t know who he was scolding, and then he said: “Then just have some.”
"Okay." The waiter agreed immediately, and then ran diligently between the back kitchen and the hall, placing a few plates and a wine bottle.
The strong man looked at the dried and black bacon, which looked like wood residue, and shook half of the turbid liquid in the bottle. He muttered dissatisfiedly: "At this level, it's far worse than Maple Leaf Danlin's.
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The boss and the waiter watched the strong man eating alone in the hall. After a few minutes, the strong man swept away the food on the table and wiped his mouth.
The boss rolled his eyes, then brought another bottle of wine, grinned, and said, "This is for you."
As he spoke, he sat opposite the strong man and said kindly: "The guest's accent does not sound like a local. It is not safe to run around outside in such a chaotic situation."
The strong man looked at him coldly, then suddenly smiled and said nonchalantly: "It's okay, I have a pass."
The boss showed an unexpected expression, and glanced at the waiter in the distance intentionally or unintentionally. Then he chuckled dryly, picked up the wine bottle, poured wine into the wine glass in front of the strong man, and said: "I see, you come to us
Is Ripoll visiting relatives or doing business? I know this city well."
The strong man laughed and said, "Looking for someone."
"Looking for someone?" The boss put down the wine bottle, clapped his hands, smiled like a flower, and said: "Then you have come to the right place. There is nothing I don't know in and outside Ripoll. You are the first
Come next time.
Please tell me who to look for, and maybe I can show you the way out, so that you can avoid unnecessary mistakes.
You don’t know, but the world has changed now. The city of Ripoll is a mixed bag of good and bad, and it’s extremely unstable. Even a kid of seven or eight years old dares to lie to others with his eyes open."
The strong man immediately burst into laughter and said, "Don't bother me. In fact, I'm just looking for you this time."
As soon as he finished speaking, his expression changed and he stared at the boss calmly.
The boss was stunned for a moment, burst out laughing after a few seconds, looked at the strong man and said, "You're kidding."
The strong man smiled and shook his head and said: "It's not a joke, I'm looking for you. Aren't you the leader of the underground resistance organization?"
The hotel owner's face changed dramatically as if he heard a thunderbolt.
He kicked down the stool, jumped up, and reached out to pull out a short sword from behind.
The good-guy innkeeper immediately changed into a different person. He held a dagger and looked ferocious. He pointed at the strong man and cursed: "I heard you said you have a pass and I know you are a traitor. I tell you the truth, you are in the wrong place.
Got it~!
I have killed more than one of the demon bastards, so you kid can’t even hope to walk out of this door today.”
The strong man raised his hands and shook them towards the boss to show that he had no weapons. He smiled and said: "Hey, relax, relax a little. The hands of the guy holding the crossbow in the back are trembling. I don't want to hang up here for no reason."
It’s a ghost place. If I die, maybe humanity will be hopeless.”
The boss took a glance and saw the shop assistant behind the strong man shaking his hands back and forth while holding a crossbow.
The strong man patted him on the shoulder and said kindly: "Old Joseph, right?"
The hotel clerk trembled and finally loaded the crossbow with arrows. He raised the crossbow and shouted sternly: "Don't move, let go of my uncle!"
The strong man took two steps back with a smile and said: "I want to find the person with the eagle carved on his forehead, but they are hiding too deep. Someone told me that I have to find you first. Who of you can lead the way?"
It took a while for Old Joseph to come back to his senses. He frowned and thought for a while, then waved his hand to the waiter and said, "Put the guy down."
He looked at the strong man up and down and said to himself: "You can't make any waves by yourself."
Then she hooked her fingers at him and said, "Follow me."
"You have to let me change my clothes first. Also, I don't want to get wet in the rain anymore."
Old Joseph snorted coldly, then turned around and went out.
A few minutes later, old Joseph and the strong man boarded a carriage together. The man sat opposite with a crossbow and stared at him.
Old Joseph took out a black hood, put it into the strong man's hand, and said without any politeness: "Put it on."
The strong man helplessly spread his hands and put a black hood over his head, and the simple carriage drove in circles in the narrow streets in the rain.
It took several hours before the carriage stopped in a yard. Old Joseph pushed the strong man out of the car and walked into the room.
Several quick and low conversations sounded in the room. As soon as the strong man turned around, a cold sword blade was pressed against his neck. Someone said in a deep voice: "Don't move."
After staying in the room for a full two hours, he was pushed into a car and ran for an unknown amount of time. Another car was changed in the middle, which shows that these people are very cautious.
Finally, the strong man felt that he was sitting in a room with dull air and silence.
After a while, a voice suddenly sounded from the opposite side, saying: "Who are you?"
The strong man ripped off the hood on his head and found that he was locked in a secret room with only one door. There was an oil lamp on the table and someone was peeping from outside the door.
He said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, can you move me to another place? It's very boring here."
"No, for everyone's safety, it's better not to see us." A deep voice came from outside the door.
"Okay, okay," the strong man murmured dissatisfiedly and said, "Are you from the company? I don't want to ride in the car anymore. I said, you are too careful, don't you think I will come here carelessly?
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"Unprofessional." Someone commented disdainfully.
There was obviously a commotion outside, and it seemed that he was right.
"Very good," the strong man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Please send a letter to your big boss with the password 'Letter of Recommendation.' I will not speak until the correct password is returned."
A few rapid whispers came from the other side, and then everyone left.
The strong man was locked in the room, and someone brought him a meal.
I don't know how long it took, but someone outside the secret room said: "Sir, I want you to tell me your password again."
"Letter of recommendation." The strong man said angrily: "I asked you, can you be more efficient? Are Lorraine's men so useless?"
"Okay," the voice outside the door said helplessly, "Secret message, the little white rabbit is white and white."
The strong man said loudly: "That's not right~!"
There were two jumping sounds outside the door.
The strong man then clapped his hands and laughed, clapped his hands and said, "Okay, that's right."
Then a series of numbers are reported.
Finally: "Did you remember it?"
The person outside the door repeated the story, confirmed it was correct, then turned and left.
The rest was waiting again. Just as the strong man was picking his toes out of boredom, someone outside the door said: "Mr. Battusta, please put on your hood."
"That's not fair," Battusta was not surprised at all by being called by his name. He shouted dissatisfied, "I don't know what your names are yet?"
The people outside were silent for a moment, and then said: "You can call me Section Chief."
"Section Chief." Battusta twisted his lips and said, "What a stupid name is this."
"We don't have names, only code names." the section chief said coldly.
Battusta was once again put into the carriage. Before closing the door, the section chief suddenly said: "In the future, someone from the company will contact you, so you don't have to go through dangerous middlemen.
Also, the boss said, thank you."
Battusta was stunned for a moment, then shook his head slightly and said: "This is also for ourselves."
The information transmitted by the black band was sent back to the headquarters of Neidel's venture capital company within one day. The company's general manager, Belen himself, was squatting at the telegraph station, waiting for the news.
When a long list of boring numbers came back from the telegraph machine, under the surprised eyes of the company people, General Manager Belen, who had always been steady, immediately grabbed the telegram and rushed out.
An hour later, Lorraine threw away the sacred book and put a piece of paper translated by himself in the ashtray and lit it.
Scrawled on it was written: "On October 22nd, the third Semitic army has arrived and will march directly to Fantino."
If Veerapurani could see this note, he would definitely jump in shock. The content on it is exactly the same as the top secret he received, and only the highest-ranking Semitic generals could receive this message.
According to the high priest's plan, this group of fresh troops, numbering over 100,000, which had just arrived from the Semitic continent via the sea, would avoid the sight of humans on the mainland and land directly in Fantino via sea.
The army that suddenly appeared under Fantino City like a divine general would definitely catch the human defenders by surprise.