At noon, a remote house in Hanshui City.

Independent courtyards, doors and windows are closed. Bright light illuminates the unclean crystal glass, reflecting the magnificent color of amber. Occasionally, butterflies will be attracted by confusion and stay temporarily, and may find that they are not petals, their colorful wings are lit up, and they leave again...

"Hu..." sighed with a faint sigh, Zachley's eyes drooped slightly, his eyes retracted from the crystal glass where the butterfly flew away. There was a hidden fear and panic in his expression, but most of them were still confused and confused...

Yes, just confused!

Zachley was sent here late last night. He originally thought that what he was greeted would be round after round of torture and confession until he would rather die than surrender, or be tortured but to be given all the matter, and he would have no value, and then be killed quietly...

This is the most normal process. Since Zachley found out that he was not killed on the spot, he has been mentally prepared for this.

Fear? Fear?

Of course there are these emotions, but Zachley wants to take it lightly. After all, he has had most of his life experience and can be considered to be a living enough life. In this way, there is nothing to be afraid of.

But just as he considered that he would rather die than surrender, and to take a secret to meet the gods or demons. In order to suffer less pain before he died, he honestly cooperated with the other party to ask... I have to say that this was a more distressing choice. Zachley himself was a little hesitant, but then he found that things did not go as he thought...

It had been half a night, and Zachley did not close his eyes to rest, and no one came to interrogate. Not to mention scaring the torture. He felt as if he had been forgotten. Just like this remote and independent courtyard, deserted and no one cared for...

After rubbing his eyebrows, deep-seated bags also moved. Zachley was vaguely regretful now. If he had known this, he should have had a good sleep last night...

Just then, polite knocking on the door.

Is it finally here? Zachley was immediately excited when he heard the sound. He sat up straight and maintained the demeanor of a big man: "Please come in!"

The wooden door was pushed open, and a young man walked in with a tray. The steaming food was constantly emitting an attractive aroma. Zachley frowned slightly when he saw this. He had seen this person. In the early morning, the breakfast was brought in by the other party, and it was obviously not the one who came to interrogate.

"Sorry, I don't know what Mr. Mr.'s taste. So I'm just home-cooked side dishes. If Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. said politely, if he has any food, he has to avoid it or his preference.

Zachley was slightly stunned when he heard this, looking down at the food on the table that was not very expensive, but full of color, fragrance and flavor. He opened his mouth, looked up, and laughed at himself: "The last delicious meal? Haha, I didn't expect that I still have such a great face."

"You're thinking too much." The young man shrugged, without saying much, turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait, what do you want to do?" Zachley pressed the wooden table and finally couldn't help asking in a deep voice, "Do you want to buy me with these? I can tell you clearly now that I can't say anything!"

This was Zachley's temptation. After all, the situation in front of him was too strange. But the young man was unmoved when he heard this and spread his hands sideways: "Who cares?"

"Well……"

When he walked to the door, the young man paused, but still didn't bring the door. He turned his head and said calmly: "By the way, if the gentleman stayed in the room, he could go to the courtyard to do activities, as long as he didn't leave here. Of course, you can't leave either, haha... Okay, I wish Mr. has a good appetite and enjoy this wonderful lunch!"

After the words came, the young man disappeared outside the arch of the courtyard, leaving only Zachley stunned and looked blank. After a while, he shook his head inexplicably, picked up the knife and fork, and began to enjoy this wonderful lunch...

At this moment, a chubby figure lay down on the roof, reached out to take out paper and pen from his arms, muttering to himself, "What a fucking thing? You are eating delicious food and drinking spicy food below, I am drinking northwest on it, it's really..."

He shook his head speechlessly, "Well, let me see... the left hand is forked, the right hand knife, okay, congratulations, you are not left-handed... you like to eat vegetables and eat less meat. Tsk, the elderly, don't have that too much mouth, please feel sympathy... Oh, the eating looks are quite elegant, it's just too slow..."

While talking, he waved his quill and wrote quickly. This posture seemed to record the appearance of Zachley, who was eating below, in detail.

I have to say that this scene is a bit weird. Although peeping with a beautiful woman in the bath is enough, it can be imagined, which is not too exaggerated. But peeping with an old man to eat... This is a behavior that cannot be described as a pervert, and it is really impossible to explain!

In fact, when the cold wind blows from time to time, the pages of the book can also be seen. Some descriptions such as sitting postures, walking postures, etc., and the details are astonishing!

About half an hour later, the man on the roof raised his body, gently closed the paper and pen, covered the gap in the tiles of the roof, raised his head, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Damn, eat for a long time, are you trying to be anxious... Hum?"

After a pause of his words, he suddenly turned his head, and then he found a figure that had already been on the roof. He waved his hand and walked towards him silently. "Boss." His expression relaxed, and he also waved his hand to greet him.

"Haha, how about it, Harry, have you gained anything?" Tang En walked over with a smile, his voice controlling between the two.

"Hey, it's all here." After handing the paper and pen, Harry spread his hands helplessly, "Boss, I'm a little confused. Are these trivial matters useful to us? Moreover, if we need to know these things, wouldn't it be better to just punish him directly."

He shook his head, "Haha, of course it is useful. You must know that the actions people make when nervous are always different from usual." Tang En took the paper, flipped it over, and nodded, "Let's go ahead, we have about three days left, so be sure to know Zachley's routines, daily habits, etc. at all, which is very important!"

He paused and patted Harry on the shoulder, "This time we play a game of borrowing chickens to lay eggs, which is very interesting."

"Okay, I'm fine, just..." Harry pointed at his feet and grinned, "It's very unpleasant to see how delicious he is!"

"Ha, be considerate, it's a good day in a few days." Tang En chuckled and shook his head, "Well, then that's it. How about leaving the confession to him to you in three days?"

"Wow, I think I can't wait!"

"Ha ha……"

...

Not to mention what the meaning of "borrowing chickens to lay eggs" means, Tang En fell into a busy state after leaving here.

Since the purple chamber cannon has begun to be produced on a large scale, the required alchemy materials are a big problem. Zi Yi is the commander of the army. Whatever he needs is, no matter whether he is banned or not, someone will naturally come to his door if he passes a command. But Tang En naturally cannot do it. He can only operate through the black market, and he cannot pass through the black market in one city, otherwise it will be very likely to be exposed.

Furthermore, the weapon was made, and it was undoubtedly impossible to put it in Hanshui City like this, and there were too many variables. So Tang En had to arrange people to transport it into the 100,000 mountains, cross the layers of defense of Bran's army, and deliver it to the hands of the gray-clothed army Joshia.

Yes, these things can be solved, but they also take a lot of time. Moreover, because of their self-evident importance, Tang En dared not leave it to others, so he could only do it himself.

In addition to these, the secret farce worth five hundred is fermenting rapidly. Tang En has to pay attention to it...

Also, because of the strong suppression of the Temple of Light, the "forged miracles" and the ugly dark curtains of the clergy, these events that should have caused a terrifying wave are quickly calming down. In this way, as the victim, Tang En, of course, would capture a few more examples of the clergy, promote and plan, and continue to pour dirty water on the Temple of Light...

What? Build a killer organization?

Oh, there is no hurry to see this, because there is a ready-made one waiting for Tang En to receive it...

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Chapter completed!