"A glass of juice." Cassia said politely, looking around at the simple tavern, with a retro decoration style that made people feel comfortable.
Taking the cup and sitting down in a quiet corner, Cassia naturally took a few sips. She raised her hand and looked at the time. It was already a minute or two past the appointed time. Looking outside, there was no sign of people driving here on the road.
Car. Just as Cassia turned her head and looked at the stairs leading to the second floor not far away, footsteps brought two capable bartenders down. They were wearing light gray long-sleeved clothes and a white apron in front of them.
The typeface of the name.
The two of them nodded to Cassia and made a gesture to invite him upstairs.
With her face unchanged, Cassia picked up the juice and followed the two of them up to the second floor. The decoration was similar to the first floor. At the table next to the window, sat a middle-aged man about forty or fifty years old, with dark hair and natural hair.
There is no feature in his expression that is consistent with his age, and he is full of vitality and vitality. There is a black box on the table, and a similarly black crutch is placed aside. The curved end has become very smooth due to frequent friction.
It was made of wood, and Cassia recognized the material on the surface. As the footsteps approached, the variant of the slender bayonet hidden inside gradually appeared in the form of an entity in his head. "It doesn't look like a member of the Hill family.
"Comparing Eli and Hai, Cassie didn't find that they had the same special features. They were more like a very prestigious elder in the family, which can be seen from the respectful attitude of the people next to them.
The two people accompanying him stopped Cassia at this time, found a revolver and a dagger, and placed them next to the black box. Cassia smiled and walked straight forward.
"Hello, Mr. Xenocelis." Cassia said hello and sat down. Collector Xenocelis looked over, his eyes were clearer than expected and full of energy.
"Hello, Mr. Tussos." Senoselis nodded in greeting, "I'm very sorry for asking you to come to this remote place. You have given me a very bad impression before, and I sincerely want to talk to you.
Trading, but the people sent were indeed too business-oriented. I couldn't bear what happened after that. It's just that trading items is an art I cherish. I really want to see his next successor in person, and I don't want this to happen.
The work fell into the hands of a person whose status and status did not deserve it.”
"Mr. Tussos, you probably understand what I mean. For people who are also interested in seeing and hearing these strange things, I think there must be a lot in common between us, and sometimes we will have the same mood."
Xenocellis picked up the exquisite revolver, opened the drum with a "ding" sound, and looked at the bullets wrapped in copper shells with eyes full of nostalgia.
"The bronze islands floating among the clouds, the strange sound of falling leaves in the wind, the deep underwater shadows of fishermen in awe, and the ancient civilizations that exist faintly in the cracks of time. Since I was a child, I have been deeply fascinated by these strange things.
I am deeply fascinated. I imagine what the continent would have looked like at that time, and whether humans at that time were like us, relying on steam to drive steel machines and exploring the unknown world around them little by little."
Senoselis took out the bullets from the drum one by one and arranged them between him and Cassia: "Perhaps it is the reason for inheriting such blood. My father is like this, my grandfather is like this, and finally together with me
The same is true. For a small branch, no one expected that it would grow to this scale under the fermentation of time. Of course, time has changed us a lot, but our interest in the unknown has never changed in any way."
"I don't know what you think of it, Mr. Tussos." As he spoke, Xenocellis picked up the dagger and gently pushed the bullets that were lined up. With a crisp clattering sound, six bullets rolled and scattered on the table.
Xenocellis grabbed one, pointed the tip of the bullet at himself, and pointed the bottom shell with a white ring at Cassia, "I have lived for a long time. Mr. Tusos who uses such high-quality bullets must know it."
.I keep relying on money and power to gather many things. The more I explore, the more I feel how small I was a long time ago. But there are also gains. That is what many people pursue throughout their lives. It can be regarded as their undiscovered instinct.
It’s not a bad idea.”
"Mr. Tussos has the same curiosity about these things as I do. Transferring cherished things to people who are the same as himself will always give birth to the feeling of sharing his own joy, just like a child, which makes me feel like I was young again.
.”
Cassia took a bullet pushed by Xenocellis and held it in his hand: "I am just a researcher interested in history. If I only explore this aspect, I have a lot of interest and time.
.”
Senoselis smiled: "When did the historical researchers in the empire become like you, Mr. Tussos? I am very curious. Or, Mr. Tussos, from a personal point of view, what do you think about "Ancient Ruins"?
How much do you know about "The Book of Experiences", or, in other words, how much do you know about its author, Perkinz Chilis?"
Without waiting for an answer, Xenoselis continued his words and looked at Cassia with narrowed eyes: "Not many people in the empire know about these books. The original intention was not to spread in an independent circle. Even if they knew about it,
Their people, such as some nobles, some businessmen, and some people engaged in historical research, but most of them use it to enrich their own reputations, or use them as leisure books to fantasize and pass the time. As for the content, people who really do research do not
There are many like you, Mr. Tussos, but there are actually very few."
Seeing that Cassia still closed her mouth tightly, Xenocellis picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine. At this time, the female bartender downstairs came up, dragging the plate and placing fresh juice and wine, with a graceful posture
Placed in front of Cassia and Senoselis.
Putting away the plates, the bartender stood aside with light steps.
Xenocellis said thank you and cast his eyes over Cassia: "So I cherish this opportunity very much. I think people who are interested in these things will have some kind of special ability. Give the right thing at the right time, just
It can inspire power. The real history never lies, and it will guide some people who explore it." The voice was long and drawn out, as if it was a code word to start the machine, and Cassia's brain gave this judgment.
When he entered the tavern, his body's sensations told Cassia that the scent was mixed with something similar to hallucinogens. Cassia was not sure whether the juice was also there. Even if it was, the combined concentration of both did not seem to be enough for his body to bear.
standard line.
"Let's talk about the deal first." Cassia looked at Senoselis sincerely. No matter how much he continued, the middle-aged man in front of him seemed to have no intention of telling his true thoughts. (To be continued)