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"Happy, I bought the limited-edition cake today!"

Fors squeezed out of the crowded cake shop with difficulty, holding up the cake box with one hand, fearing that the hard-earned deliciousness would be squeezed out by other anxious guests.

Xiu looked at her with some amusement and cry: "You are not happy to let you go out at 3:00 pm, but you will queue up at 6:30 AM... What did you get this time?"

"Because I finished talking to the editorial department at 8 o'clock this morning, I booked one as soon as the door opened. Fortunately, I came early."

Fors handed over the cake box to Xiu, reached out to combed his hair that had started flying due to static electricity, and said happily:

"I bought the cream chestnut cake, it's a new flavor this week."

A warm aroma wafted out of the paper box, and together with the sweetness in the cake shop, it made guests salivate.

"I ordered the orange ice cream cake for my birthday, which was a winter special offer and it is no longer available." She felt a little regretful.

Hugh said seriously: "I like that cake very much, but it's a little sour."

“There weren’t so many people when I bought cakes in March, and the development of the Fetus Food Factory was so fast.”

Forth pulled Xiu back, looking back at the cake shop that was still surrounded by water, sighing: "At first, I just sold grain, but I started a Trier-style cake shop and chocolate processing factory so quickly. Now even the canned factory is open. I heard that it is made according to the standards of military rations, with balanced nutrition and low price. The owner of the factory, Mr. Milan Norafertus, is so wealthy, has a status and is so young. No wonder he speculates that he is the heir to the family of aristocrats to experience life."

"The factory has been recruiting workers, with a weekly salary of 1 pound 5 sue. It is already very good as an ordinary food worker. Although the working hours are longer and you have to work about twelve hours a day, this is also because of the booming business."

Hugh nodded with great understanding: "It's better than not having a job."

Fors shrugged: "Of course, it would be great if the safety of the factory could be improved. It seems that workers in their factories are often injured or died by accident... However, when something similar happens, Mr. Milan will personally inspect the factory and give compensation to the families of the injured, assist in the report and even issue an apology statement in the newspaper. It is rare for such conscientious factory owners to be seen!"

"These incidents have not been reduced, but it is a question of the factory equipment and workers, not Mr. Milan's fault." Hugh replied.

"Yes, no factory will have accidents? But those accidents are really scary. They are being stolen into a machine and smashed, or fall into a mixing furnace to suffocate to death." Fols was scared, and was also excited. "Killing by machines that are common in life has always been a good horror theme! I think the next book can be written like this!"

Hugh sighed: "I hope you can really write the next one..."

As they walked, the inspiration of the two of them suddenly touched, and they vaguely heard many messy footsteps, beats, gunshots, as well as people's screams and screams from the street ahead.

"Has the parade actually arrived here? This is the main road of Hillston District!" Fors covered his mouth in surprise and quickly pulled Xiu to the other roads, muttering in a low voice, "Now the streets are not safe during the day..."

"Yes... maybe we should consider reducing expenses and stocking up some food and precious metals."

As the sheriff, Huo couldn't help but look there a few times, only seeing the chaotic crowd and the police officers at Cialis Field, she sighed and detoured with Forth.

The bloody and cruel sins committed by cults in the Southern Continent, as well as their primitive and evil sacrifices, and the number of people in the Northern Continent who have been injured and died in the past two hundred years.

These stories naturally arouse the disgust of the people of the Northern Continent, because the Southern Continent has always been a backward and uncivilized world. Due to insufficient education, the Southern Continent people are generally stupid and cowardly and are not suitable for work other than servants and workers.

Colonial independence is a concept that is quite new for both the Northern and Southern continents, just as a tacit tradition has been broken, and a conventional concept has never existed... Or, in a disrespectful way, the servant you bought last month suddenly fled yesterday (considering that the Northern continent has not completely abolished the slave bill, it is better to say than the servant), and bought a house next door to your house, claiming that he is a legal citizen, not your servant! The slave contract or commercial contract in your hands has all become a piece of waste paper!

The loss of a large amount of property, stock fluctuations, and "People from Northern Mainland will be difficult to receive preferential treatment in the Southern Mainland", which is really unacceptable.

In recent decades, only the unfriendly neighbor of the north has been reported in such a big way.

Now, there are more "Baylang Empire" and "Church of Death".

These two words, which were originally very strange, spread rapidly with the news, can make it become familiar to all the old men in their sixties and children in their sixties in the streets and alleys.

War - originally a very distant thing for most people, and it seems to have nothing to do with them, but now it seems to be getting closer and closer. People in the Northern Mainland have an illusion that the tense international situation has reached the point where they have to be posted, as if they can see the declaration of war in the newspaper tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

Every day of daily life is spent in tension and vague anxiety.

They were talking and gradually walked away. In the cake shop where business was booming, people rushed to wait for the freshly baked desserts.

On the sign outside the cake shop, there was a handsome young man holding a "recruitment notice" and his eyes were slightly purple.

...

Klein saw the wanted order published in the newspaper "Maritime News". After seeing that his bounty was 50,000 pounds, he shamefully moved his head to exchange for a reward.

But in fact, this cannot be done because he does not intend to give up his well-managed identity as "German Sparrow", nor does he want to anger the Storm Church, which issued this reward for 50,000 pounds.

After saying goodbye to Ian, he squeezed out of the crowd and pushed the door and left the "Brave Bar".

Getting into a taxi carriage, Klein turned his eyes out the window, waiting for Miss Sharon to appear.

Of course, he couldn't guarantee that the other party was still here. After several months, the lady and Marichi might have changed their usual locations.

Silently, Klein suddenly felt inspiration. He turned his head and looked at the window. He saw a young girl wearing a small black soft hat and a Gothic court dress clearly reflected on the glass that was reflected by the night.

Turning back, Klein saw Miss Sharon sitting opposite him, with her light golden hair, blue eyes and pale face no difference from the past.

"Good evening." Klein, who doesn't need to play German Sparo, greeted.

Sharon stood up slightly, lifted the hem of the skirt and gave a gift.

Thinking that the other party might have read the "Sea News", he could not find the topic to greet him for a while, and he cleared his throat and said directly:

"I killed Seniore."

"Yes." Sharon nodded with a very small amplitude, indicating that he knew.

Klein continued with a smile:

"If Marichi still needs an extraordinary feature of 'resential soul', he can wait and collect funds, and when I find a replacement, he will sell Seniore to him."

Sharon did not ask what "replacement" means, and simply responded:

"After seeing that news, he is waiting for you to come back."

"Very good," Klein laughed, and then he asked carefully: "Is it the ability to get every lifeless thing around him to attack the target of the 'prisoner' pathway to a high sequence?"

"Puppet." Sharon replied with a concise word.

The ability of "Puppets" in Sequence 4? It becomes a "lifeless" puppet, so it can manipulate all inanimate items within a certain range? Will it directly affect the enemy's magical items when it goes up? Klein nodded suddenly and asked:

"Do you know such a demigod?"

He then described in detail the appearance of the old man who attacked him outside Baiyam City.

"Jacks." Sharon said a name calmly.

Actually, I hope you can introduce more relevant situations... Klein knew Miss Sharon's style and smiled helplessly:

"Do you know Zatwin?"

This is the instructor of the leader of the Celestial Sect of Olavi Island.

"Chasing our demigod." Sharon replied like a doll, without any feelings or concealment.

That is, the one who made me think that the chair, table and curtains wanted to kill me for the first time... It was a coincidence... However, this is not an arrangement, but it just means that there are not many demigods like the Rose School, which has a history of more than a thousand years. It is estimated that it will be similar to the Aurora. The number of saints is about five, and the angels are two to three seals of level 0... Of course, this is because it has been suppressed by the seven major churches for a long time, and the base camp has become a colony. When they are in their prime, there must be more than these... Klein thought about it and asked again:

"Do you know the members of the Rose School who made the entire mountain tremble with just one arm?"

He wanted to describe the characteristics of that arm in detail, but found that he did not dare to look directly at the other person at all.

After listening quietly, Sharon's eyes turned as if they were alive, and his voice spoke coldly:

"What exactly happened to you?"

A saint, an angel, and "Sea King", a demigod of the Aurora Society, and a monster produced by the artificial death plan of the Spirit Cult Group... Klein silently laughed at himself and said with a wry smile:

"I got into the 'Mother Tree of Desire' and encountered an ambush from the Rose School. Fortunately, in Byyam, there was a church of Storm, and the Kingdom Army took action. I also threw out items polluted by the breath of the 'Real Creator', things related to the Spirit... Church of Death. In short, the scene was very chaotic, and I took the opportunity to escape."

He responded calmly, but only disappeared the existence of Miss Messenger and Mr. Azke.

"'Mother Tree of Desire'..." Sharon said lowly, and a rare emotional fluctuation gradually appeared in his blue eyes.

Klein did not have the ability to interpret the "audience" and could not appreciate Miss Sharon's specific mood. He only vaguely felt that she was a little scared and a little hated.

Sharon quickly restrained his abnormal reaction and turned into an extremely exquisite "doll" again.

She looked at Sherlock Moriarty opposite her and said:

"You are lucky and mysterious."

Klein laughed without saying anything, neither lying nor explaining.

Sharon did not ask, but instead said, "You may have met Serah, who is the 'inhog' born nine hundred and twenty-two years ago, a child who claims to be the 'Binded God', and He is also the current leader of the Rose School."

"According to the latest news, He seems to have begun to try to combine the two states of 'temperance' and 'indulgence', and has been hiding for nearly two months. However, the Rose School is not optimistic about this."

No, in order to deal with me, the Rose School directly dispatched the leader and a demigod... I was just a small sequence 5! If it weren't for the reminder of "Orange Light" Hillaryon, I would have been caught by the Rose School... Klein was afraid again and asked casually:

"Is the name of the 'Prisoner' route sequence 2 or sequence 1?"

"Probably." Sharon did not give a positive answer.

"I learned from members of the Celestial Sect that the Rose Sect is preparing to give the high priest of Sera."

Sharon's expression remained unchanged: "This is an impromptu carnival ceremony for the indulgence."

Improvisation, that is, time is uncertain... Klein nodded and reminded: "Someone has mastered the news about you and Marichi, and seems to want to treat you as one of the sacrifices."

Sharon nodded slightly, not nervous or surprised: "I know."

517

"War is not just a battlefield, but also economy and information. I will teach you a trick. Look, what are the main needs of Ruin and Intis in the Southern Continent? They are food, cotton, spices and precious metals..."

Edward drew a circle on the document and tempted the senior officials of the Death Church who held their breath and listened carefully, saying: "The Kingdom of Ruhn abolished the Cereal Act, and you announced that Bailang would no longer export food to Ruhn, which would harm Ruhn very limitedly."

The interim finance minister thought, "So we should continue to export food?"

Edward raised a finger and shook it: "No, you just want to announce that you will no longer export food and only sell it domestically. First, you people in the South Mainland themselves cannot eat enough, and if you eat enough, you will be more grateful to your regime. Second, with the benefits of abolishing the Cereal Act, Ruin will not be too much impact in a short period of time, and their nobles will also relax their vigilance. When the farmers of Ruin are unable to survive in farming, and when society is in chaos, your people will almost be full and drink enough to go to the battlefield."
To be continued...