Catron Restaurant, located in the port area, is quite famous. It is named after Catron, the capital of the Singer Empire, and is a restaurant specializing in Singer-style food.
Although the port area is known as the slum area of Salius, there are also some decent consumption places that specifically serve the nobles and wealthy businessmen who come here occasionally.
The three of them pushed open the door of Catron's restaurant. Hilleyton looked around and whispered to Morsis next to him, "If this is your first time here, you'd better be more confident. Those
Waiters work every day to kick out poor people who are not decent enough."
When Moses heard this, he frowned slightly. He looked at the diners around him. Most of them were businessmen talking about business. They were dressed gorgeously and had expensive meals in front of them.
"What do you three want?" After sitting down, a waiter quickly came over and introduced the signature dishes in their store.
Since Morses had just taken off his mask and had learned some aristocratic etiquette at Duke Teller's residence, he was not so conspicuous.
"Minimi steak, plus a special Caterent juice, this is five silver coins, any extra will be considered as a tip." Morses closed the menu and paid the bill for the three of them without hesitation.
Five shiny Tasok silver coins were handed out.
At the same time, he also sighed secretly in his heart. A few months ago, he was an orphan living in an orphanage and never expected a better life.
Destiny is really wonderful, he sighed inwardly.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Kelvis. It seems that you are not against cooperation." Hillerton smiled and took the ice bucket of beer. "Why don't you have some, even though it's not very formal?
, but the beer here tastes really good.”
"No, I don't drink. Scholars need to keep their heads clear at all times." Morse made up an excuse without any emotion to cover up the fact that he was a very poor drinker.
"Well, what you said makes sense..." Hillerton nodded slightly, poured some beer into his cup, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Let's talk about serious matters." Morris crossed his hands and put them on his chin and said, "How powerful is Lennon Sivens currently and what is his influence?"
This was what he wanted to know most, but it was difficult to find anyone to ask. After all, there were very few people who knew more about it in detail.
"Well, his power... is about three-quarters of the size of Mr. Beyer. I refer to the industry and simple number of people." Hillerton paused for a moment and continued, "But he doesn't know how to use it.
By some means, it seems that he has cultivated some transcendent persons, and there seems to be someone behind this guy, so his actual influence is far greater than that of Mr. Beyer."
At this time, Siman on the side also said, "And you also know that that guy dares to attack the congressman..."
"This is also what I'm worried about. Is that guy helping people collect intelligence, or is he doing it himself... If it's the latter, he probably already has the strength to compete with high-level transcendental beings." Hillerton sighed,
He continued, "So we'd better not mess with him and just do peripheral investigations."
Morrissey nodded thoughtfully, thinking about Lennon Sivens' personal strength in his mind.
When he was in Hull City, that guy was undoubtedly a third-level assassin, and he seemed to be the kind of guy who had no means of advancement.
"Even if he is attached to the church, he should not have reached this level in such a short period of time... Gazo Baier is not a waste. If he had just become the fourth class, he should not be his opponent." Morsis
His brows furrowed, and a piece of knowledge that Krabi once told him emerged in his mind.
There are three types of transcendental beings: spiritual type, fighter type and divine beings.
God's favored ones do not have a fixed class. They rely on the gifts of the gods as their strength. They are usually more difficult to deal with than the transcendent ones of the same level, especially when they are lower than the higher level.
"Is it possible that St. Calpe transformed him into a fourth-level divine assassin?" Morses' pupils dilated slightly. God's favored people are not wild vegetables that can be seen everywhere. For the Twelve Emperors Church, this is a huge number.
Limited secret weapon!
To be able to give such a precious place to someone like Lennon Sivans shows that San Calpe is very interested in Hull City.
"If that's the case, Lennon Sivens, who possesses a small amount of 'restraint' power, is indeed not something Gazo Beyer, who has just entered the fourth level, can deal with." After thinking quickly, Morsis raised his head
He turned his head and looked at the other two people.
"You should know what God's Favored One is, right?" He said in a calm tone.
Hearing this, Hillerton was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "Mr. Kelvis, do you mean that the force behind Lennon Sivens is the Twelve Emperors Church?"
"This is just a guess." Morse shrugged, not telling all his thoughts.
"This is indeed possible. According to intelligence, Lennon Sivens used abilities different from those of the assassin class in a few rare battles... Is it possible..." Siman touched his chin and guessed
road.
"The Church..." Hilleyton was silent for a while, and then said, "To be honest, I have thought about this possibility, but...but God's favored ones are too rare. How could a guy like him who could not belong to the Church originally...
possible…"
Of course, it does not make sense logically...if I don't tell you the complicated truth behind him.
Morsis muttered to himself, and then ate his piece of steak as if nothing had happened.
He did not intend to talk about this matter, after all, it was closely related to his identity. Kervis may have been an ordinary scholar passing by, but Morses was different.
"It's useless to speculate more about this matter... It seems that Mr. Kelvis has integrated into us." Hillerton smiled and did not touch the meal he ordered, but stretched out his hand.
He reached out and took out a small bag from his pocket.
"This is the deposit. After the matter is over, I will settle another fee for you depending on the degree of completion." Hillerton said as he handed the bag to Morsis.
Morse didn't say much. Although he never raised the issue of commission, it was impossible for an old fox like Hilleton to feel that he could bind a scholar with just a few words.
"There are a total of fifty gold coins here, which is enough for you to replenish supplies." Hillerton chuckled.
Although spiritual transcendental beings can cast spells out of thin air, their spells will be more practical if they are assisted by some external objects. Because of this, these guys will often spend money to purchase such consumables.
But Morses has never bought it. After all, he has never really experienced a death battle so far, and it has not reached the point where he needs to devote everything... Another point is that he feels that such a fighting method is too wasteful.
For example, when a wizard wants to create an opportunity for himself to chant large-scale spells, he usually uses spells, and the best carrier for spells is gems...
In other words, after a spiritual transcendental person experiences a great battle, his wallet will usually become much lighter.
"Alas..." Morses touched the small bag and thought to himself, "It's time to buy some items in this area..."
At this time, he felt that the huge sum of money he had earned from Duke Teller could not exist for long.
"When we were in the orphanage, a gold coin could help us survive for more than half a month... The life of a transcendent is indeed very different from that of ordinary people." Morsis sighed and put away the bag.
Then, he stood up and said to Hillerton, "You two, I will take the first step."
Shirleyton nodded and said, "Well, there is nothing to do today anyway. When I need you, I will send someone to deliver the letter on Green Street."
When Moses heard this, his brows frowned slightly, but then he calmed down again.
Since the other party can locate his location, there is no reason why he cannot find out where he lives. There is no way around it.
"Fortunately, I came to Salius as Kelvis..." Thinking of this, he secretly rejoiced.
On the surface, Morse turned around and walked away, nodded slightly, and replied, "I'm looking forward to it."
After he completely left the restaurant, Hillerton sighed heavily and said to Sman beside him, "Did you see anything?"
"Are you trying to say that this guy is pretending to be calm?" Siman thought for a moment and replied.
"That's right, although his performance is flawless and he doesn't have any bad emotions...but senior people like you and me can tell a newcomer like him at a glance!" Hillerton's eyes darkened.
When he came down, his tone became hoarse, "But judging from his strength, it is unlikely that he has just stepped into the circle of transcendental beings..."
"Do you suspect that he is from the Shrine?" Siman frowned.
"It's unlikely. Not to mention that the palace doesn't need to plant spies for us. Judging from his temperament, we know that he can't be an official!" Hillerton closed his eyes and pondered for a while.
Yes, he ordered, "Go check up on this person, Kervis. I want to know his origins."
"I understand. By the way, I heard..." After Siman said this, he paused and said, "When my men went to inquire about the situation, they heard that the guy seemed to be introduced by a famous bounty hunter outside the city.
."
"Bounty hunter?" Hearing this, Shirleyton raised his eyebrows and asked with some interest, "Who is he? The range is much smaller."
There are not many bounty hunters active outside Salius City, which means they are easy to find.
"Bucket, if I remember correctly, it should be him." Sman replied.
