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The flesh and blood waiter found a mutilated body in the bathroom upstairs. The water tank and the tiles on the floor were red and black. Maria's face was not good, and she asked the flesh and blood waiter to repair the head of the girl in distress so that she could confirm it.

Identity of the deceased, to inform her family of the sad news.

Mr. Z leaned against the wall and smoked, looking at the clock on the wall. Several flesh-and-blood waiters who had gone out came back and brought some clothes and coarse bread. The hungry girls quietly took them from the waiters' hands.

The clothes I found temporarily include cloaks, men's shirts, old windbreakers, and one or two good-looking woolen coats. Although they are a bit messy, at least they don't have to freeze in the cold wind.

Maria closed the window and lit the fireplace. The girls wrapped in clothes huddled together spontaneously on the old sofa. There was finally some heating in the room. The water was not yet hot, and a trace of white steam came out of the kettle spout.

The girls received the coarse bread distributed, a piece for each person, and a cup of hot water. They held the food, which was not much softer than wood, swallowed their saliva, and ate the dry bread in small bites.

"Thanks to you this time." Maria said.

"Thank you. If you hadn't revealed the information, I wouldn't have had the chance to contact you in time." Mr. Z took a deep breath of the low-quality cigarette without even frowning. It doesn't have any so-called mellow flavor, and its only advantage is

It was very irritating and harsh in his throat, making him never forget the difficult life he lived before he was saved by the Lord.

Mr. Z dusted off the cigarette ashes: "However, Ka Pingyuan wanted to buy up your school and workhouse and transform it into a den for selling slaves and women to rich people. I didn't expect him to be so bold. Don't you know how to patrol?

Are there angels behind the sect who have been famous for hundreds of years?"

"The leader, His Highness Ernst, is currently far away at sea, and His Excellency Cosette and His Excellency Pereas are still more than two months away from this year's regular work report. Now the forces in each region are almost isolated and helpless, even if they are threatened.

There is no way to resist. Capin probably noticed this and chose now to attack." Maria stared at the girls in the living room, sighed deeply, and her long-term frown deepened, "Z

Sir, your help is very timely. Oh, the person in charge of Backlund's Eastern District is actually only a Sequence 6. I really feel guilty for my weakness."

"Don't say that, Miss Maria, your kindness and tenacity are well known to everyone in the East District." Mr. Z was a little confused, "Then what are you planning to do when you break up with Kapin this time?"

"Another His Highness is interested in Kapin's soul."

"You mean His Highness Vaughan... Indeed, His sacrifice is coming soon, but we didn't prepare enough sacrifices. It's simply too shameful."

Maria did not hide anything and told Mr. Z directly: "I want to use His power to get rid of this cancer in the East District."

"But, Miss Maria, even if there is no Kapin, there will still be Suoping and Maping. These filthy and rotten pustules cannot be eradicated, because the world is so desperate."

Mr. Z pressed the burnt cigarette butt into the window sill, leaving a shallow sunken scorch mark: "So follow the Lord and praise the Lord's name. I have never seen the peace and salvation promised by the seven gods, but I have experienced it personally.

With the Lord’s blessings and grace, I have no doubts about Him and His kingdom. The Lord gave me suffering and saved me from it. My life was finally completed the moment I heard His holy voice.

Baptized."

Seeing Mr. Z's tone becoming more and more erratic, entering the missionary state unique to the devout believers of the Aurora Society, Maria opened her mouth, but in the end said nothing, quietly listening to him preach the gospel of the Lord.

"...Man will suffer and work without food until the day he turns to dust, because God created man from the dust."

"And the Lord treats all living beings equally, fairly and justly. He doesn't care about our origins. Even without good education and etiquette, He still picked us out of the mud. He doesn't care about wealth. The nobles can donate a lot of money, but even if we have nothing, we have nothing.

I don’t mind surrendering my life to my Lord immediately. When the Lord gave me strength, he first took away the warmth and happiness in my life, because only by being exposed to despair and cold can people learn how to stay warm and survive. But the ignorant people think that they will see death.

The seven gods who do not save are good, and our Lord who gives alms and rescues the new ones is evil. Hmph, it’s just a mediocre person. God’s will is like this, and no one else can predict it.”

Mr. Z said for a long time that no matter how much brain the people of the Aurora Society have left, they will use their lifelong language skills when praising the Lord and preaching. This state will last until the end of the mission. Mr. Z said that his throat was parched, so he went to pour it himself

I drank a glass of water and turned around to see that the girls who had eaten food and water were already huddled together on the sofa and fell asleep.

The sky is getting darker. It's now past four in the afternoon, and the haze in Backlund has already blocked the light like evening.

"It seems like it took me a little long to say that."

"It doesn't matter."

Maria answered him and spoke before the other party started the second stage of his mission: "It's almost time. It's time for me to take the children back. We'll discuss the specific matters later. I will go to the Aurora Society to discuss it with you in detail."

"Are you leaving now?" Mr. Z was slightly surprised. "I'm going to talk to you now about the whereabouts of the money. You provided the channel. I'm just responsible for extorting and destroying as many corpses as possible.

"Destroy the Traces, although this ten thousand pounds is nominally for the Aurora Society, I plan to give you at least 50% of it. Now that we are allies, we don't have to be limited by funds."

"..." Maria was a little moved. This was a huge amount of money. We really should have a good discussion, but she couldn't worry about the girls.

Mr. Z struck while the iron was hot: "Miss Maria, thanks to you, I have the opportunity to compete for the best employees this month. Therefore, I can help you send these children back as my most basic gratitude."

"But you must not interfere with their beliefs."

"Faith is freedom given by God. If any of them are willing to follow our Lord, I will happily welcome new compatriots."

"Okay." Maria no longer insisted, she really needed help now, "Then I wish us a happy continued cooperation."

"It's a pleasure to work with you, Miss Maria." Mr. Z said, "After settling them in, how about having a cup of coffee with me?"

156

When it was completely dark, Viscount Traynor was barbecuing in his garden.

There were no other servants in the garden, only the white-haired old butler stood beside the barbecue, brushing oil on the large pieces of ribs and chicken with a serious look on his face, taking care of every corner of the beef with precision.

, without the slightest error. Trainor squatted on the blanket and sprinkled the seasonings with the same seriousness. From time to time, he glanced at the handwritten recipe book with strict handwriting lying next to him, and applied the sauce according to the records on it. The fat fell into the bottom drop by drop.

Smokeless carbon stirs up a few wisps of fleeting smoke and an alluring fragrance.

In the distance, near the flower fence, a civet cat was lying in its luxurious cat nest, squinting its eyes and licking its paws. It sniffed the air, stopped licking its paws, and suddenly uttered: "You smell like this"

its not right."

Traynor was a little annoyed: "You can do it."

The tabby cat hummed twice, walked elegantly to the barbecue grill, and temporarily lowered its head as it passed by the notebook. Then it picked up its paws next to the warm stove, wrapped them around Traynor's legs, and tilted its head.

He raised his head and stared at the roast chicken on the shelf and the contractor who was working hard to grill it: "Why didn't you make mushroom roast sauce? Using honey sauce is a bit too perfunctory."

Trainor didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand to touch the cat again.

Riel bit him angrily, but unfortunately could not scratch the enemy's skin because he did not change into a demonic state.

The white-haired old butler smiled and filled the oven with some prepared lemon leaves and herbs to increase the fruity aroma of the roasted chicken. Then he sprinkled coarse salt and sugar to enhance the freshness. Traynor insisted on cooking the chicken according to his own preferences.

A layer of chili pepper was applied on top, and the pungent aroma soon spread as the chicken became cooked. Riel quickly covered his nose with his paws.

At this time, some vines on the garden wall suddenly moved a few times, and a golden head popped out.

Traynor looked at his roast chicken and clicked his tongue.

I saw the golden head moving a few times, apparently trying to jump onto the wall. Soon a heavy shadow appeared on the wall. Although the movements were skillful, it was still limited by its own weight. The shadow struggled a few times, and finally

The whole person was leaning against the wall and rolled down.

"Great-great-uncle!"

The golden head happily ran towards the grill, brushing off the leaves and dust on his body as he ran. When he ran in front of Traynor, the strong smell of perfume and alcohol directly dissipated most of the aroma of the roast chicken.

"Stop!" Traynor shouted, and the blond young man suddenly braked, "Why are you here now? Did you calculate the time?"

"Don't I want to report to you the latest progress of weapon development..." The young man scratched his head, and the excess flesh squeezed his blue eyes into slits. He hung the triangular holy emblem of the God of Steam and Machinery.

But his figure and scent of perfume betrayed his eclectic and indulgent life.

"Didn't you come here for the fragrance?"

"Look what you said. I continued to study according to my great-great-grandfather's notes and the manuscript left by Emperor Russell, and the first stage of actual combat was successful." The young man did not shy away, because there was no outsider present (not even anyone except him)

A real person), "Great-great-uncle, I paid for these experiments out of my own pocket, and I kept it secret from the church. Is it okay if you order some roast chicken for me?"

Traynor handed the old butler a knife and signaled him to start cutting the meat. The old butler first carefully cut out a whole chicken leg, sliced ​​it, respectfully spread the sauce, served it with cherry tomatoes and lobster soup, and handed it to Special

Reina then cut off a chicken leg and wings very carefully, placed his hands on the small table in front of Riel, and filled a bowl of lobster soup for him.

"It's normal for the experiment to be successful. Emperor Russell and your great-great-grandfather have basically completed all the theoretical designs. Coupled with your ability, I'm not surprised at all that it can succeed." Traynor stabbed him with a fork.

Putting a piece of meat into your mouth, the movements were more casual and less elegant. "The key is how effective they are, whether they can be mass-produced, and how much they cost?"

"These still need to be calculated, but the income must be more than ten times higher than the cost. After all, this is exclusive."

The young man found a place to sit down by himself, and happily took the steak and roast chicken that the old butler had cut for him: "The heavy machine gun went well, the shotgun went well, and I also made a submachine gun sample. I think

All three of these can be used by ordinary people in the army. Heavy machine guns and submachine guns will definitely be very popular! Not only are they portable, but as long as the firepower is sufficient, their power will not lose to the Beyonders of Sequence 8. The shotgun has a wide range but lacks accuracy, which may

It’s not very suitable for combat, but it’s definitely a good choice for small-scale battles. We can sell it to the indigenous people on the Sunian Sea. They don’t have many extraordinary abilities, and they even fight with cold weapons and bones. They definitely need our technological products.

.These firepower weapons will catch the Loen people off guard. After tasting the benefits, they will definitely continue to buy them, and the Loen people will also come to buy them!"

"Very good." Traynor praised him, "This matter will continue to be left to you. As long as you pass the third round of actual combat, immediately hand over the samples and drawings to me, and I will set up an assembly line in the factory in the southern continent.

.By the way, Sharf, are the believers of the original moon still contacting you recently?"

Sharf took a bite of the barbecue and showed an intoxicated expression: "They are still here, great-great-uncle, why don't you stop them? It's really tiring to accompany them to have fun. Although I am very relaxed, they are really too...

I still don’t want to have anything to do with the evil god.”

"This meat is so delicious! Can you tell me how to make it?"

Traynor laughed at himself: "The taste is delicious...at most it's average. When my father roasted this meat for the first time, even the nobles next door were alerted and shamelessly came over to eat.

You can copy the recipe later and study it yourself."

"Will it smell so good?" Sharf was very interested.

The war bishop of the Sauron family changed the subject: "Let's not talk about this anymore. There is no need to talk about what happened two hundred years ago."

He suddenly became serious, sat up straight, and said in a deep voice: "Sharf Maxwell! Listen carefully, I am fulfilling the agreement with your great-great-grandfather and you to help you escape the shackles of the God of Steam. You want to

Continue to contact the believers of the Primordial Moon. This is probably your only chance to gain their trust as much as possible. Soon, they should take the initiative to let you leave and serve the Primordial Moon."
To be continued...