Although Sha Jin is in charge of the intelligence and investigation department of the venture capital company, the Flying Eagle Group is a private company, and the venture capital company works for the royal family. Jin Sha Jin has a very high level but no official position.

Yin Guang scooped up his appointment letter. Although it was just a telegram, it was clearly written on it. He, Goblin Yin Guang, was appointed as the intelligence director of the Northern Snowy Mountains.

Yin Guang showed a silly smile and kept mumbling: "Supervisor~! I'm an official... I'm an official..."

Baron Gore shook his head, sneered, and thought to himself: Are you too happy to be in the sky so early?

Then he clapped his hands and said: "To celebrate Mr. Yinguang's promotion, I will hold a welcome meeting for Mr. Yinguang at the headquarters of our Northern Intelligence Department tomorrow night. All the leaders of our northern district will be there. I will introduce Mr. Yinguang to everyone at that time."

"Is there still a welcome party?" Yin Guang said with his mouth wide open.

Baron Gore nodded and said: "I will send someone to pick you up at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Please have a good rest today."

Then Baron Gore clapped his hands, and a large group of people came swarming in. There were men and women, old and young, jewelers carrying boxes, and tailors holding fabrics with tape rulers hung on them.

"Serve Mr. Silverlight and the others well." Baron Gore ordered lightly, but these craftsmen were trembling with fear and said respectfully: "Yes..."

"Then, don't bother Director Yinguang. I'll see you tomorrow night. No need to send it off." Baron Gore left behind and walked out of the room with a wave of his hand.

At this time, the goblin was still in a daze.

Baron Gore left, and these service staff rushed forward, surrounded the three goblins, and began to work around them.

The dark mage whispered in the goblin's ear: "Don't be too happy and forget your identity."

The goblin's silver light suddenly shook. He woke up from the surprise and thought of the crisis in front of him. He may still be killed by the dark mage at any time.

Before he could think about it carefully, they were separated by the crowd, and more than a dozen hands were touching them.

Soon, the silver light, the dark mage Flint and the barbarian Huck were all dressed up, wearing luxurious suits, glittering gold and silver jewelry on their clothes, shiny leather boots on their feet, and perfume on their bodies.

.

But only the dark mage has the temperament of a noble, while the goblin feels like a nouveau riche.

As for the savage Huck, this outfit looks more like it was stolen from someone else. It looks vulgar no matter how you look at it.

The goblin was holding a clear amber glass of famous wine in one hand, and the young and beautiful makeup artist was squatting on the ground to trim his nails. Yin Guang suddenly thought of an important question, jumped up from the chair, and grabbed the old tailor in front of him nervously.

He said: "Should I pay for this money?"

The old tailor was startled by the goblin's behavior. He was stunned for a while and then whispered carefully: "No, sir, Baron Gore has already paid?"

Yin Guang breathed a sigh of relief, sat back on the chair, and said: "In that case, give me two more suits and furs, I want to take them away."

The old tailor's mouth twitched twice, and he said with a wry smile: "As you wish."

"By the way, Xia Fei from 1968 scoops another box for me." Yin Guang shook his clothes and commanded grandly.

The busy handicraft merchant agreed, secretly complaining, wondering if Baron Gore would just let them disappear after receiving the bill.

Until it was completely dark and all the small businessmen had left, the dark mage Flint sat next to the goblin Silverlight, put his hand on the goblin's shoulder and said: "I'm warning you again, Silverlight, don't play tricks on me.

I placed a beacon on you, so I can find you no matter where you run."

Yin Guang shuddered in fear, shook his head desperately, and said: "No, absolutely not."

"Hmph~!" The dark mage smiled with satisfaction and said: "This Gore said that tomorrow's welcome meeting will be at his intelligence headquarters."

Goblin Silverlight nodded.

"Very good," the dark mage raised his eyebrows and sneered with a cold face, "I think all the official correspondence between him and Russell should be in his headquarters, as well as the more important war plan for next year."

The goblin looked at the dark mage warily, shrank back unconsciously, and said in a panic: "What do you want to do?"

The dark mage glared at the goblin with fierce eyes and said: "Tomorrow night, you go and steal these things for me. This will be your certificate of surrender. If you can't do it, I will kill you."

The goblin shook his head in fear and said repeatedly: "You can't do this. I will be discovered, and I will be dead if I are discovered. I..."

The dark mage grabbed the goblin's collar tightly, took out a dagger and put it on the goblin's neck, saying coldly: "Then I might as well kill you now."

"No," the goblin shook his head desperately and said in a squeaky voice: "I... I just do it, I do it."

The dark mage let go of the goblin, adjusted the goblin's collar, and said in a kind tone: "If you do it, you will be one of your own from now on.

We Semites have no such thing as racial discrimination. The High Priest of the Undead is extremely fair in dealing with things. With such merit, not to mention a small city lord noble, even a governor, hereditary marquis, and the High Priest of the Undead will reward you. No better than in Ru

It would be a hundred times better for Man to be a lowly official."

Goblin Yinguang nodded repeatedly, but secretly cursed in his heart: I am much better at writing bad checks than you are, and I am also a governor and a marquis. Who doesn't know that being a demon official is the darkest thing. Liches will not die for hundreds of years.

If you hold on to your position, I believe that you and I will die without our bodies intact.

The dark mage patted the goblin on the shoulder, smiled coldly, and said: "Very good, let me see your performance. Remember, your life is in my hands."

The goblin raised the corner of his mouth and forced a smile, but it was uglier than crying.

The dark mage let go of the goblin, flicked his sleeves, and said, "I want to prepare something for tomorrow night. Neither of you is allowed to step out of this door."

Goblin Silver Light jumped up from the chair and walked straight to the door.

The dark mage clenched his fist and said sternly: "What are you going to do?"

Yin Guang said without looking back: "Go to the latrine, do you want to follow me?"

The dark mage really followed the goblin silver light and kept staring at the silver light until he entered the toilet.

After Yinguang closed the toilet door, he suddenly turned around and stretched out the middle fingers of both hands in the direction of the dark mage, and silently cursed: "Fuck your mother~!"

Then he sat down on the toilet dejectedly and thought to himself: "What should I do?"

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