Gwen wrinkled his nose. He didn't resist tobacco, but the strong smell of smoke was like the smell of smoke in a room where six strong old men stayed up late to watch the national football game, which made people uncomfortable.
Even if you stay here for even a minute, you will feel like you have taken a trip to the sewer.
His peripheral vision glanced at the chandelier that was hanging - their chandelier came from the collection of Curse Blade. It was a very large chandelier that almost had the capacity of a small Western-style tree house, and was no more than a single tent used for camping.
Different. The light it provides can soothe people, make the mood more tranquil, and create a comfortable atmosphere - Rabbit and a series of flexible Wilgi use the chandelier as a workbench.
The rabbit, cat and cat were curling their tails and throwing down magazines one after another.
""Long Yan visits the Stranger's carriage and reaches an agreement with Captain Quan", it makes no sense, meow!"
""The New Science of the Wilgis: See whether the commander is a Wilgi through his actions", meaningless, meow!"
...With a meow, the magazine was thrown down, and Hui Ta, who looked helpless, picked it up and put it on the table to bind again.
"Don't throw them away. I have to repackage these things..."
"What are you doing?" Gwen approached.
"Look for the blue reagent reaction among these fine powders, and use the magnifying glass to look for a hair of different colors that has not been burned in the severely damaged scene." Cursed Blade rubbed her eyes with both hands, she looked tired and energetic.
Yiyi, "These tabloids are the essence of the entire fellow account. What did you see?"
"Well, I saw it?" Gwen's fingers gently swiped the paper of the magazine on the table, "Some rumors and some malicious speculations?"
"What you said is somewhat similar to the essence of newspapers and magazines, but it doesn't get to the point." Like a teacher, Cursed Blade forcefully pulled Gwen down, and moved her buttocks to make room for half a chair for him.
Gwen sat on it and felt that her thighs and the other person's thighs were closely attached to each other. The warm temperature made people daydream.
"The essence of these tabloids is to seek novelty. As long as they are curious enough, they can write anything. As long as there is some news, they will fabricate sensational information. This is the feedback caused by the curiosity mentality. They can obtain profits through this kind of information. This is
The essence of tabloids, but now I want to take advantage of this essence, which is curiosity-no matter how good the information is, we can also infer some shocking truths through its imagery."
Her breathing and whispers all carry this heart-beating temperature.
"..."
He pursed his lips and stared at the magazine on the table pretending to be serious.
Curse Blade's voice whispered like a hypnosis: "Our current work is to use this kind of thing to observe reality and see the truth clearly. We need to understand those rumors that we once scoffed at and study their possibilities.
This is what Hui Ta, Tu Xi, and I are currently doing."
Confident people often have a mysterious aura around them that makes you feel 'reliable'. It's almost like they are glowing.
"Anything gained?"
"There are quite a few." Cursed Blade replied brightly. "At a certain time, people were wondering whether Long Yan had been replaced, and even launched a commander referendum to declare. But the result was Long Yan.
Yan single-handedly defeated the dissenters, and the gossip revealed that Long Yan's specific action was to win against ten, and subsequently the tabloid was banned due to illegal publication."
"In a report two years ago..."
"a year ago……"
Curseblade made some reports that Gwen could not see being similar to the current situation, but he listened patiently.
"So the conclusion is-"
"The conclusion is that whenever we have doubts about Long Yan, he will stand up and use his terrifying personal strength to destroy all rumors, and will use this as an excuse to destroy some newspapers and magazines. This illustrates a very interesting fact
The thing is, why does Long Yan adopt a state of 'answering questions' when dealing with this situation? Why does he have to go on a killing spree for a simple matter of showing his face?"
"The answer is very clear. I'm afraid he won't be able to do something as simple as 'showing up'. Strangely speaking, I always thought that Long Yan's closed attitude might be due to his reluctance to show up due to severe burns, but
Now that I think about it, everywhere seems particularly suspicious."
Curse Blade's expression was a little melancholy.
Gwen thought, maybe she was a little sad? She had feelings for this train. Although this was Long Yan's hometown, for Curse Blade, this train was more like her spiritual and physical hometown.
'Hometown', if the noun is used as a verb, is like 'more Rome', like 'more Sicily', or even 'more Gotham'.
If you want to solve this kind of plot, you have to take your time, right?
Gwen stretched out her head to look at the magazine, carefully picked up the Cursed Blade pen, dipped it in ink, and marked the passages she was interested in. I wonder if she was more 'utopian', because her attention had actually left the legal page, and
Jumped to the gossip section.
"Long Yan has a sister?" He read the old news about the burial of Long Yan's family from the newspaper. He basically talked about his relationship with his family, remembered the deceased, and looked forward to whether the new ruler would come to the old cemetery to commemorate him.
Judging from newspaper reports, I probably did not expect that Long Yan would show such amazing strength.
It was probably not thought that he would inherit the legal system, but public opinion has already paid tribute to him, and promoted the benevolent policies and strategies of several candidates for train commander whose names are not even heard now.
If it weren't for the possibility that Long Yan wanted to wrongly accuse me, I would quite respect this person. He had to inherit the throne at a young age - if Utopia regarded each town-level train as its territory, it could be described as inheriting the throne. But at his age
Qingqing is older than Baitouman. He has endured Baitouman's experience and lost a younger sister. He can cheer up and maintain his trust in kindness. This kind of person is amazing... Gwen put down her pen.
Turn back.
Shocked!
I saw Cursed Blade frowning, looking like he was thinking hard.
Before he could think about what kind of monster this Squirrel Girl was, he saw her puzzled and surprised look, and her murmuring voice.
"Are you saying that the current Long Yan may be his original sister?"
"……"ah?
The word "ah" lingered in her vocal cords, but Gwen didn't utter it, nor did she say the following "...I never said that".
"Although drastic changes in life will indeed bring about a lot of changes in habits, the complete change may also mean that they are not the same person at all, but he also has a deep understanding of Long Yan's living habits in the past, and the two of them are almost one, so that means
, it is more likely that she is my younger sister..."
This idea is very utopian.
Gwen breathed a sigh of relief, put down her pen, and continued on this topic: "Have you met Long Yan's sister?"
"We have had several secret meetings. She has a soft voice, and..." The Cursed Blade waved her left hand, as if to indicate a girl who looked like an elf in Tolkien's works. "...She has a pair of indifferent flaming eyes, but she is more beautiful than anyone else.
A kind girl."
Then she said with a sigh, "We have discussed whether his sister, who likes to go deep into the mines and wield a hoe to mine beautiful stones, is still alive, whether he will become a little more human than he is now, instead of just one day."
He remained silent and distant until late at night. He didn't even participate in the Tea Festival, which was the biggest festival and was attended by everyone - Long Yan was not recognized as one of his own because of this behavior."
But then, she herself couldn't believe it.
Maybe she thought this guess was too shocking, or maybe Gwen didn't know that 'Long Yan's sister' was a very popular person.
Because he saw it.
Seeing that even the rabbit poked its head out, she said in a regretful tone: "Katya Seminr Petevna is the best person I have ever met. She even knows that Wilgi people don't like to have their ears touched!"
When she spoke, she glared at Cursed Blade. Cursed Blade coughed and glared at Gray Tower. Gray Tower coughed lightly and was punished to fetch foreigners' tea and wine for the three of them.
"Petevna?" Gwen looked at the curse blade, "This is not you..."
"In terms of blood relationship, there was a maternal grandmother in my family who was married to Long Yan's family, that's the only one. And Kajia's full name is Kajia Fuansi Sheminer Kavasia
Ernochka Petevna..." She was quite proud, just like those who said that their ancestors followed Amma into the customs, but what she said was "...and my maternal grandmother was killed because of conspiracy.
Got my head off."
There should be nothing to be proud of in this kind of thing, Ms. Petevna.
Gwen muttered to herself.
"What about this Katya...very friendly?...not at all..."
"She made a simple execution platform at home when she was young, and played hanging ghost games with her brother. It is said that their family once had a tall and large execution platform, but it disappeared with the decline of the Long Yan family.
Gone."
"..."
Gwen wondered if she should be happy for the fellow villagers that it was Long Yan who survived, not Katya Petevna. The woman with the same surname as the Crazy Squirrel was extremely scary just hearing the description, but... very
Utopia. Compared with Mei-chan (Killer Sister-chan), Long Yan Oni-chan is obviously more like Asashi (he warms me and makes me cry). I am afraid I can’t think of letting this woman survive.
Of course, Long Yan's character, which is as divine as that of a nun named Fu Meichang Nian, was also cultivated during this period of time, and it was also a huge change.
but……
"Compared to the original Kajia, we all feel that Long Yan has become so... sick... Hehe, it is more likely than..." After Cursed Blade finished laughing, he shook his face suddenly and said seriously, "...but all of this,
We will know in just three days."
"Three days later?" Huita, who brought in tea and wine, was full of curiosity, "Did you do something secretly?"
"What if you, the bear, could not send the information to Wandalf, Cassidilia, and Kreshev's desk?"
Huita's expression was solemn, and Xiong Er jumped up happily.
He shook his head and leaned over with a simple, honest and reliable look: "I won't tell them!"
Are these Gray Tower's employers?
Gwen didn't know yet that this bear had so many customers.
"Well, I don't know, I don't know..." Curse Blade looked hesitant.
"I beg you, Petevna, please teach me how I can make you trust me?"
"Okay, okay, Gray Tower, can you keep it a secret for me?"
"Of course! I am the Shad who keeps secrets best!"
Gray Tower Bear's ears twitched, and the joyful expression returned to his eyes. It was not easy for the cursed blade to let go...
Gwen saw it.
Because the Rabbit, Wilgi with fleshy legs, who had gained a bit of weight recently, once again stuck out his head regardless of the weight of his body, and glared at the cursed blade below with an almost meowing sound in his throat.
Then.
The squirrel spoke: "Fortunately, I am also very good at keeping secrets."
She put on a cheerful smile, stretched out, and was knocked down by the rabbit-shaped Wilgi Rabbit that fell from the sky.
"I'll strangle you stinky squirrel to death!"
Gwen glanced at the Gray Tower and saw bruises on the bear's face. After a while, he gritted his teeth again, but... But the Cursed Blade had been accumulating power for a long time, so he didn't dare to curse loudly, so he sat down with his hands folded.
The thief complained in a low voice: "Suka's squirrel should be fried as a fried meat cake during the Tea Festival. Yes... spread it out on both sides and cut it into six sections to roast the fishy smell of this Suka's squirrel.
."
The Cursed Blade, who was being attacked by the Rabbit, suddenly sat up and pointed at the Gray Tower with his left hand:
"Little Heizi is showing his bear feet!"
Then he was knocked to the ground by the rabbit and screamed.
But don’t forget to bully Gray Tower and let the bear Shad go to the camp of the cat lanterns. The cat lanterns miraculously rubbed out some military supplies with their cat paws... They are greedy bad cats... but they are kind.
A good cat... although there are less brass and gold turned over to Gwen as taxes (a specialty of Utopia, it is a mineralogist's quality checker. Mineralogists who cannot identify brass, gold, silver and gold will be hanged)
, but the value converted into military use has increased!
Mao Varo said that the profits of the cat lanterns are usually a win-win situation. If they use their cat paws to produce more things, they can reduce the supply of raw materials... everyone makes a profit.
No dissatisfaction.
——Of course, I had to go to the Cat Lantern camp and get pranked by the Gray Tower. Xiong Xiong had a look of unhappiness on his face, and it wasn't until Curse Blade said "an extra small bonus" that he smiled happily.
After Gray Tower came back, Curse Blade didn't joke either.
Instead, he expressed his efforts.
"We have to work hard..."
"Are you going to rebel?" Gray Tower said in a very indifferent tone.
Although Gwen also thought so, he did not express his intention to let Cursed Blade scold him.
Huita paid the price of hot tea for everyone because of her outspokenness.
"We have to convince the special operators and the captains of the Laoxianren..."
Rebellion?
Gwen glanced at Huita and shut up.
"Convince them to ask Long Yan to participate in the Tea Festival. In any festival, wearing a helmet is an absolute felony and an absolute contempt for the authorities. If Long Yan had been avoiding this festival due to physical discomfort and not appearing in front of the public,
Then forcing him to participate is also a good way to make him show up..." Cursed Blade breathed out, "...and there is still room for maneuver."