Accompanied by the sound of metal bearings friction, the door of the cargo box was opened, and the inside was deeper than the darkness at night. Only the faint light in the corner could barely make people see the depth.
Sleeping in the darkness are heavy firearms, electronic equipment, gospels and demonic entrails. These are weapons and equipment specially designed to deal with Death Apostles, and some are ritual items.
After closing the door and sealing it to prevent the holy breath inside from leaking out, Dawn and Fiona began to count the things inside and called on the other free hands to move them down.
"I've always been curious what exactly you want turmeric powder for?"
Dawn looked at Fiona who was comparing the lists, leaning against the inner wall of the container with her arms folded, muttering softly.
"You will be poisoned if you are bitten by those blood-sucking guys. Turmeric powder happens to be an ingredient in the antidote potion. It is a new type of toxin. The antidote we have prepared has a limited effect, so I can only ask you.
I brought some raw materials."
Fiona responded casually, and then opened another box, which was also filled with powdered items. She dipped her finger in some, put it in her mouth and tasted it, with a slightly strange expression on her face.
"What's in this box?"
"That box and the next three boxes are all pepper powder."
"Why did you bring so much Sichuan pepper powder? Could it be that you covered yourself with Sichuan pepper powder to taste it and gave it to Fu Hailin for a full meal? Maybe he left after he was full."
Fiona closed the box, and the spicy taste still lingered on her tongue. It is said that this is the product of grinding fried Sichuan peppercorns in a mortar, and it is a representative seasoning of Chinese cuisine.
In particular, Sichuan peppercorn powder is spicy, hot and fragrant, and can pierce the tongue. It is also one of the essential raw materials for Mapo Tofu.
"If possible, you can also sprinkle some turmeric powder on it. This will make the taste stronger. Can't turmeric powder also be used as a condiment?"
Dawn yawned and replied casually, taking out a cigarette from his pocket and preparing to smoke one to refresh himself.
"Fu Hailin hasn't eaten in fifty years. I think he must prefer food with strong flavors."
"Your joke skills are pretty good, but smoking is prohibited here, as it will contaminate the holy breath."
Fiona turned her head and glanced at Dawn in surprise.
"I am over-flattered."
Dawn waved his hand casually, put the cigarette case back in his pocket, and continued to yawn. Perhaps because the task was completed, his whole body relaxed, and sleepiness could not help but surge into his heart. Now he just wanted to
Find a place to have a good sleep.
"Have you finished counting? If so, I will go and rest."
"Oh, by the way, I suddenly remembered."
Fiona patted her head gently, as if she had just remembered something.
"The Fifth Master still has something to talk to you about. He is right over at the Central Church."
"What--?!"
After hearing Fiona's words, Dawn suddenly woke up, as if he had taken an ice bath, and a complex smile appeared on his face subconsciously. No wonder his right eyelid kept twitching when he came. He was waiting here.
With him.
"Can I say that I didn't hear what you were saying just now..."
He muttered quietly, still holding some faint expectations in his heart.
"What do you think, Father Dawn?"
Fiona did not answer him, but asked without hesitation.
"Okay, I knew it would be like this."
Dawn sighed deeply. He was obviously just a driver who was determined to be a salted fish in the logistics industry, but the adult always wanted to make him, a salted fish, move around. It was really too hard and he expressed his disapproval of this behavior.
Serious protest.
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Dawn strolled through the disharmonious landscape of row upon row of medieval houses and reinforced concrete buildings. Apart from the church personnel hurriedly passing by in white and black uniforms, the only ones left were the magicians.
It's just that the Magic Association's stronghold is on the other side of the town, and it's clearly separated from the church's stronghold. The two sides have demarcated their own areas, and it's as if the other party doesn't exist at all.
Under normal circumstances, when agents and magicians meet, people will be confused. After all, in the church's teachings, magicians who distort the world are also one of the anomalies.
However, this situation is already considered good. It may be thanks to the seventh ancestor of the Dead Apostles, Fu Hailin Anaxiu. Without it to attract firepower, a fierce battle would probably be impossible to escape.
Dawn slowed down as he thought about it, but the road was only so long. No matter how much he delayed, it was of no use. After about twenty minutes, he could already see the white church at the end of the street.
[I hope it won’t be any trouble.]
He thought to himself, and then walked to the door of the church.
"The fifth master is in the garden in the backyard."
After the agent guarding the door of the church checked his identity, he opened the door with an expression on his face. Dawn nodded, then walked through the auditorium and went straight to the backyard garden.
As soon as he came outside the garden, he heard a string of delicate laughter as clear as silver bells. The sound seemed to have some kind of magic, which made people think of the beautiful things in the world. It was impossible to sink into it.
Extricate yourself.
But Dawn was just in a daze for a moment, and soon woke up, subconsciously becoming on guard.
He strode into the garden, and what caught his eye was the blond aristocratic girl who was covering her mouth and smiling coquettishly. She was holding a goblet made of crystal in her hand, and the scarlet wine swaying in it was dissipating in the sun.
It is as clear as ruby.
The red slim-fitting long skirt of the same color highlights the girl's beautiful figure, and a pair of straight, slender, round and fair legs are revealed. Paired with exquisitely crafted black leather shoes, it adds a bit of charm and nobility.
Dawn swore that he never deliberately looked at those beautiful legs, but the desire to appreciate beauty is human instinct. Out of his devout faith, he just took a few more glances.
At the same time, he also noticed the handsome white-haired young man on the other side of the table. It seemed that he had just told a very interesting joke and made the girl laugh again and again.
Finally, there is the young man wearing a pure white cassock, with rings on the fingers of both hands. Different from ordinary cassocks, this one is covered with golden embroidery. This is a special believer's outfit that will never appear in public.
This is the fifth member of the Burial Agency, the 20th ancestor of the original Death Apostles, Mei Lian Solomon, nicknamed "Crown", and is also his nominal superior, Dawn.
"Thank you for your hard work, Father Dawn. This transportation mission was not that easy, but I feel relieved to see you arrived here safe and sound."
Mei Lian said with a smile. Looking at the smile on his face, Dao En rolled his eyes in his heart. Every time he met Mei Lian on a mission, his mission would become extremely difficult, and this time would definitely be no exception.