Chapter 108: The Watcher of the Old Day/Our Three Sisters [4D]
The experiences of the past few days have made Utopians curse.
The wine included our beloved Miss Curse Blade.
As soon as she walked in, she threw off the windbreaker covered with snow and water, and threw it into the basket outside with the words "1 private coin for laundry, 3 private coins for dry cleaning", and dropped it on the 'dry cleaning pile'.
On the train, each conductor will always provide appropriate and reasonable services to extract profits from customers.
"Gwen! You have accomplished your mission well!"
Walking to the sofa opposite where Gwen and Mihaila were sitting, she sat on a rocking chair and pressed her knees with her hands, "I met Gray Tower on the way. He really praised you."
After hearing the praise for herself, out of curiosity and a certain degree of wanting to show off, Gwen closed the book and asked with a nonchalant expression:
"Have you met him?"
"Well, at a car factory, they said they were taking your seizures..."
Gwen Tuqian saw that he didn’t care about the Gray Tower anyway:
"Then what did he say about us?"
"He said..." Cursed Blade paused, with an inexplicable smile on his face, "...he said that the two of you have the courage to fight against ten thousand people. The two of you broke into the machine gun formation and even cut down the tank.
, and finally had a battle with two deputy commander-level monsters... In short, this is an exaggeration that cannot be more exaggerated."
The bear in Gray Tower can talk.
Gwen suddenly smiled and waved her hand indifferently:
"Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."
As for Mihayla - after hearing what Cursed Blade said, he blinked:
"Is there any work injury compensation?"
"..."
Cursed Blade skipped this question very smoothly, and naturally changed to: "By the way, do you two have time to do an investigation mission? The reward is rich, and you can see different customs, as well as investors.
A handsome reward.”
You can only believe half of what Squirrel Girl says, and the truth of the other half often slaps you in the face with its weird 'authenticity'.
"If we don't sneak into Long Yan's carriage to find out his information, then maybe we can?"
"Of course not."
Curse Blade coughed lightly:
"Speaking of which, this was a commission from a Lutrich businessman I met when I went to investigate the Mind Flayer case today."
"she?"
Gwen was slightly speechless.
Mihayla laughed sinisterly:
"Oh, Mr. Gwen, you probably don't know that when Cursed Blade was a student, many women developed close friendships with her, and even wanted to develop a deeper friendship..."
"Shut up, Mihayla, this is a well-paid mission, won't you listen to what I have to say?"
"You say."
…
If you want to understand how Curse Blade obtained this commission, you have to move the time forward six hours, when Gwen and Mihira were soaking in the hot water pool and eating honey cakes.
There is still heavy snow falling in the sky.
The patrol troops on the street walked in goose-step, and the sound of metal friction coming from the radio reported some vague data, which had nothing to do with the simple-dressed children carrying brooms in the almshouse on the street. Oh,
There is still a little bit——
The children whose faces were red from the cold occasionally closed their eyes and tried to fall asleep in the snowdrifts.
You understand.
The cold weather and the heavy task of sweeping the streets make people's brains completely stop functioning, and after finishing, they just want to go to the ground.
At this time, the harsh sound of the radio woke them up.
The snowdrifts rolled up by the wind and snow lifted the two children who were working on the windproof barrier by half a meter, and then fell down again, rolling awkwardly on the ground.
Just like the Faceless Man poster on the red brick wall was blown up.
The poster rolled twice in the air and landed in an alley.
The faceless man pointed at the poster on the screen and silently stayed in a puddle of dirty water.
snap——
A pair of military boots stepped on it.
"Well, I should suggest that the environment and posters of Utopia need to be redesigned."
Curse Blade looked down and shook his head.
The image in the scene in front of her made her stop thinking about the poster and the environment for a moment.
A total of six bloodless corpses covered in hoarfrost were placed in front of her.
The two unprofessional Shad police officers were smoking next to the body.
Officer Ron seemed smart and capable, but his cleverness allowed him to destroy 90% of the useful clues at the scene.
…
Curseblade complained:
"Do you understand? This is my usual working environment, where I go with a group of idiots to look for clues from scenes that have been destroyed by another group of idiots."
"Sounds like it raises blood pressure."
Gwen said.
A cat lantern above his head also made a "meow!" sound of approval.
For some reason, as soon as someone starts telling a story, these cat lamps will secretly come over to listen, showing a very gossipy attitude...
"Go on," Mihayla said.
"well."
…
Curse Blade naturally could not find any useful and helpful information from these broken clues.
So she decided to try the old trick.
Find a quiet and uninhabited place, use necromancy and divination, plus two devil summoning skills to ask for clues, and kill the murderer directly.
"Hey, this is the risk of committing crimes in Utopia. Even if you don't leave any evidence, others will still be able to catch you..."
Curse Blade thought so.
However, Root, a suspect at the scene, called out to her.
"Madam? This lady!"
Cursed Blade looked over.
It was a beautiful golden-feathered Root, with dazzling blond hair the same color as the feathers, and a pair of beautiful big golden eyes. There was no doubt that she had undergone steel-frame surgery, and the reason was clear at a glance.
She is too 'big'!
Coupled with that waist that makes people feel like they will be crushed by the burden at once, and those fleshy legs and buttocks that are full of strong feminine charm.
When all of this was compressed into a woman who was only 1.65 meters tall, the visual shock shocked even the Curse Blade.
…
"She is too big, and she is wearing a low-cut skirt. Just imagine, the white snowflakes fall on them and are melted by the body temperature of the Nalut people. Those two wet balloons..."
Snap.
Curse Blade took out a cigarette, lit it, and held it in his mouth, with an expression as if he was recalling a brilliant and dreamy dream.
"..."
"call."
Gwen and Mihira were both lost in thought.
"Hiss..." Cursed Blade said:
"Let me continue."
…
"Ma'am, how can I help you?"
Cursed Blade asked with a passion that was difficult to show at ordinary times.
When Ms. Root saw her turning her head, she showed a happy expression:
"Excuse me, can you let me go home? As you can see, I just came here to check the bill and check the goods... To be trapped here because of these inexplicable dead people is really not what a lady should experience.
Is not it?"
"really big……"
"Um, ma'am?"
Cursed Blade woke up like a dream: "Of course, of course, of course, a lady like you looks like... no, no, no, it feels like it has nothing to do with this murder. These corpses on the ground obviously have nothing to do with you... Casilla!
"
Curse Blade called to his assistant: "You are responsible for taking charge of the overall situation here, and I will take this poor lady home."
"Thanks!"
Ms. Root showed a sweet smile: "My name is Valerie, who are you?"
"You can call me Curse Blade."
…
"Then Valerie entrusted me to check a batch of goods, which gave her trouble sleeping and eating. A kind of scented oil called Hele Oil, with a reasonable combination, can make people sleep comfortably and peacefully.
.And this batch of goods was circulated in the underground dance party of the fellow villagers... Valerie wanted to buy this batch of goods, but she could not confirm the quality of this batch of goods, so she hoped that someone would check it out for her in advance.
"
Cursed Blade told this commission.
"So, is that how you met this lady named Valerie?"
"That's right."
"What about the homicide?"
"It's not important anymore."
Curse Blade's moral bottom line is occasionally so flexible that it feels scary.
Gwen sighed: "You're just going to deal with a murder case like this? I thought your curiosity would let you hunt down the murderer..."
Mihayla also sighed: "To disappoint Mihayla, the most important thing is how you obtained this commission, you haven't told me yet."
This man is a bit yin and yang, and he is probably secretly hinting that Curse Blade has done some bad things that people would like to see.
Naturally, Cursed Blade was not happy to be warned like this.
She said calmly:
"Firstly, Ms. Valerie is a good person, a good businessman, and she has not forgotten her original intention; secondly, I already know who the murderer is."
"who?"
Those cat lights also pricked up their ears.
"That's Valani herself. She used some means to kill these people, and used part of the mind flayer's power to steal the hearts, and disguised it as a case of 'Frost Queen's Living Organ Harvesting'. If not
If I was deeply impressed by the power of the mind flayer, I would probably ignore her."
Gwen's expression changed: "Valani has not forgotten her original intention, are you saying..."
"That woman has been a serial killer for a long time, I can see it." Curse Blade held a cigarette in his mouth, feeling quite melancholy, "Now that he has reached the level of a wealthy businessman, he still does not forget his original intention and kills himself. What kind of spirit is this?
This is the spirit of not forgetting our roots..."
She muttered:
"I really have a good impression of this kind of woman."
The next second her face changed again:
"But I will kill her. After I get the information about the Mind Flayer from her, I will kill her. This kind of person is too dangerous, and her moral bottom line is no longer at the stage.
"
"..."
"Then you still want us to do her commission?" Gwen complained helplessly.
"Of course, make money."
After a while, Cursed Blade sighed again: "But I also have my own selfish motives in it. I hope to find out the specific uses of her goods and that batch of Haile oil. I smelled something on her body.
The smell of the fragrant powder, if I identify it correctly, should be a special kind of fragrant powder called homecoming powder."
"Is there anything special about it?"
Gwen was not very experienced and could not immediately understand anything from this uncommon term.
"Hmm..." Cursed Blade said, 'You still want to ask me such a simple question?'.
If Hui Tower asked her, she would probably laugh at her.
But it was different when it was Gwen.
Gwen can be regarded as a pretty good signature of the current secret agent. At least under the operation of Curse Blade, basically the high-end market knows Gwen's ability. At the same time, Natalie, a bear girl, can't hide things. Wen's training of his personal guards was also revealed.
This is amazing.
There are indeed many Source Force Envoys who can fight, and there are indeed many Source Force Envoys who are knowledgeable.
However, it is rare to find theoretical scholars who can teach and educate people and train soldiers.
First, most of the Source Envoys are researchers and scholars. Such people are easily immersed in their own world and are not willing to communicate with others.
Second, even when communicating with others, it is possible to vent various thoughts in your heart.
Third, patience. It is true that Yuanli Messengers are scholars, but they are Utopia scholars, and one of the most distinctive characteristics of Utopia scholars is that they have a bad temper. It is very normal for them to scold each other if they disagree with each other, and then they will start fighting. Although scholar sounds like a very patient word, in fact many scholars are 'very impatient people'.
Most of their patience is spent on their knowledge.
So you can see them learning some academic knowledge that they have learned day after day.
However, they have no patience with fools who cannot understand what they mean.
Therefore, there are very few source power users like Gwen who can patiently cultivate Xiong Xiong even if he can't even meet his worst demands, and then find ways to improve their own skills for their boss.
Therefore, Gwen gained a certain reputation on the road of training Source Force Envoys.
It can be said that Curse Blade's attitude towards a cash cow like him couldn't be better.
She said to him softly:
"A relatively common occult spice, its main function is to decompose a batch of materials into their original appearance through prayer and spiritual summoning rituals. Haile oil is special because it contains a lot of occult elements. The ingredients and prices are relatively expensive, so in addition to being used as a spice, it is also used as a high-quality military maintenance oil."
There is no need for Curse Blade to explain this further.
The main use of military bullets, apart from trade, is to remove spirits.
Therefore, even the oil used for maintenance is relatively expensive.
However, if someone like Gwen has the ability to kill ghosts, then the oil needed to maintain such military bullets can be saved.
…
"I'm willing to help."
Gwen thought about it again and again before answering.
"Reason?" Cursed Blade asked in turn.
"Because the Valani you are talking about is related to the source of the Mind Flayer. Naturally, things related to the source of the Mind Flayer should be my business."
Gwen touched her chest, feeling the movement of the mechanical heart inside, and said softly:
"The more people who covet the power of the mind flayer, the faster I will take back my things."
"Very good momentum." Cursed Blade clapped his hands: "Although it is a job related to you, the remuneration still needs to be discussed carefully."
"The reward she gave was one of the three relics,
The first of these three relics is the [Wand of Wonders], a staff that gives the user frightening properties;
The second piece is called the [Earth-Shattering Cloak]. After wearing it, the soil under the user's feet can move, allowing the user to jump unimaginable distances;
The third item is [Glimmer Feather], which is a bandage that can be wrapped around the hand. It can heal one serious injury and three minor injuries every day. The effect is quite loose. It can also be made by soaking in water every day.
When a potion comes out, you will lose your abilities for one day after soaking in the water."
After a rough introduction to Curse Blade.
Gwen couldn't help but become very interested, and he wanted all three items.
"The reward she gave is indeed very rich." Cursed Blade said, "Which two pieces do you two want? You will go on this mission first, so you divide it first."
"Huh? Can't I only choose one..."
"Heh, how can you still be moral with a heart-stealing murderer?"
"I'm stupid."
Gwen carefully reviewed her mistakes, and at the same time marveled at the flexible and frightening moral bottom line of the curse blade, and then said with longing, "I want that shimmering feather."
This is the result of careful consideration!
First of all, the staff is very good, but Gwen already has a sword in his left hand and a pistol in his right hand. Is it possible that he has to hold it in his mouth to use it?
Secondly, the earth-shattering cloak, what is the use of this thing to me!
I am afraid that the distance I moved cannot keep up with my own shrinkage.
Although the last shimmering feather bandage is not very useful, it can be used to make potions! With the current popularity of the market, a bottle of the so-called 'potion that can treat serious injuries' can sell at least 5 military
A little makes a lot, a little makes a lot, so that I can save nearly 300 bottles of potions every year! If I sell them all in the critical season...
Gwen's eyes were already shining.
After studying Utopia, he was ready to work in this place for ten or even twenty years.
Returning to your own world is not something that can be accomplished overnight.
Although those cat lanterns were able to contact the witch - the greedy cat lantern reluctantly revealed the information.
But the witch can also do business, but the price is quite high.
Gwen inevitably revealed the fact that she was a time traveler in her words, but Mao Lan didn't take it seriously.
…
"Mao Deng, aren't you curious about me as a time traveler?"
"Meow! If a cat would scream every time it saw a time traveler, the cat would have lost five or six kilograms! Meow!"
…
This is basically the case. The cat lights seem to be used to time travellers.
This is a helpless and somewhat reassuring fact.
Gwen’s biggest fear is related to that medical joke: [We have good news and bad news to tell you. The bad news is that you don’t have much time left, and the good news is that this disease will be named after you]
What he fears most is that the cat lanterns have not been exposed to the business of ‘travelers’.
Now I know there is, and that is the best.
So he took the opportunity to ask Mao Lan.
…
"Go home? Is it such a simple wish? Meow, there are not many races that can undertake time travel, and most of them want to transform people into weird and weird looks... Meow, are you willing to go home in a non-human form?
"
Gwen's head shook faster than a rattle.
"That's troublesome, nya. Races that can maintain their human form and can teleport are all very expensive. The ones with the best service quality are witches, but their charges are about 1.4 times that of other races, and they only charge magic gold and magic silver...
…That’s the blue-faced silver over here, Meow.”
Gwen was silent for a moment and asked the cat lantern:
"Why do you think I would choose to trade with the witch?"
"Meow, because the cat smelled Kaizi's scent from you, Kaizi will always buy only the best service, meow hahaha, the witch's service is the best!"
…
In order to achieve the goal of returning home, I have to save money carefully.
Gwen decided to turn this 'short term goal' into a 'long term goal'.
He kept depositing money by any means until he could get the approval of those cat lanterns, and asked the cat lanterns to contact the witch, and then let the witch send him home.
My luck is actually quite good.
Witches don't trade with everyone.
They are much more stylish than devils, and the only people who are qualified to contact them are the heads of the two major religious orders, the prime minister of the government, and some rare time travellers.
Don't know what the rules are.
When Gwen asked about the cat lanterns, none of the cat lanterns knew anything about it. In the words of these lazy cats:
"Cats have already memorized so much information for trade, and they are really too lazy to memorize other information!"
…
The free cat lights cannot be asked for any more information.
Whenever Gwen wants to break the casserole and ask the truth, these cat lights will say "Cats don't know Utopia" and then meow.
It's impossible to catch these slick cat lights, so it's impossible to find out more about the witches.
Of course, there is another way to say it:
"If there is really a way to arrest a cat lantern and cause harm to it, a giant cat lantern will come looking for trouble. If the giant cat lantern is captured and beaten again, the witch will appear."
Naturally, many death-seeking associations have tried this method.
But let alone summoning the giant cat lantern, you can't catch the cat lantern alone.
These chubby animals are surprisingly agile.
And after being caught, they will turn into a space hole and disappear. It can be said that they are creatures that cannot be caught, but if they are not malicious and just use them as lighting tools, they will be happy.
It seems that serving as a lamp is actually a glorious thing for the cat lamp.
…
Gwen is leaving Shimmer Feather.
Mihaila chose the staff. Like Gwen, as a player with excellent martial arts, he also did not need a cloak that could enhance his mobility.
So the last cloak was ordered by Curse Blade.
"It's a bit strange to say this, but is it really okay that we reserve the compensation prepared by the employer in advance?"
Mihayla asked with a smile:
"This is not in line with the way of secret investigation: protecting secrets, not distinguishing good from evil in the heart, not pursuing the virtues of good and evil, no good, no evil, no good and no evil."
Cursed Blade tapped his temple with his left hand: "Well, the secret investigation method is really profound."
"Have you never seen Secret Detective?"
"Why look?"
"..."
Mihaila showed a surprised expression for the first time: "...Well, maybe a spy like you who completely disdains even the secret investigation rules, mottos and paths is the real secret investigation, the freest one in the world.
By."
"I'm not free, my heart is trapped, but it has nothing to do with it. I'd better answer what you just said."
Curse Blade coughed slightly, and she said with a gloomy expression: "No problem. We will complete the entrustment, and we will also complete the investigation of the murder case."
The other two people looked at her. Curse Blade showed a slightly evil smile: "... Valani probably knows our reputation as a secret agent, otherwise why would you name me? If you want to escape, ask the male drivers next to you if they want to.
Is that good? The way they looked at her, it was as if they wanted to stuff all the o’s into her body.”
"Is there a possibility that Valani has heard of your reputation with Curse Blade, so..."
Curse Blade gasped lightly, seeming to control her emotions, but her voice remained calm and her tone remained smooth: "She wants to use me, which is really a shame. Of course, it is also possible that this woman has a very high self-esteem and thinks that even if
It doesn't matter if you let me know. All in all, I want to return this insult to her. It just so happens that she was also behind the Mind Flayer incident..."
Mihaila nodded: "There are not many good opportunities like this."
Then he asked: "Did you say she was the golden-feathered Lute?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"The golden-feathered Root reminds me of a very disgusting school of thought; Cursed Blade, you have always been on this line, so it's natural that you haven't heard of this news from the Academy."
.”
Mihayla rarely said seriously:
"Old Watch, this is the name of that association. It is a secret association with a stable distribution of power structure, a large number of industries, and even dozens of town-level trains."
"The most famous of their industries is the elixir."
"It is rumored that the raw material of the elixir is the brain."
Mihayla showed a gloomy expression and slowly added the last paragraph: "...the younger it is, the better the 'quality'."
"..."
There is a weird atmosphere in the air.
Curse Blade first showed a gloomy expression, and then quickly squeezed out a smile that was not smiling at all. His eyes flickered and he didn't know what he was thinking about. Gwen controlled his anger, slowly lowered his eyes and let out a breath.
Mihayla once again showed a heartless smile, but she was a little absent-minded.
The weird atmosphere lasted for five or six minutes.
The silence was broken by the meowing sound of a cat getting out of bed.
"It seems that we have reached a tacit consensus."
Cursed Blade gritted his teeth and said with a smile on his face: "The secret agent is a free organization, so it is allowed for us to do some things for the sake of our inner happiness, right?"
Mihaila laughed sadly, with an evil aura hanging on her beautiful and delicate face: "...Be quick, be ruthless, and never be greedy for loot."
He has skipped the 'determination stage' and directly started the 'organization stage': "Most of the golden feathered Roots in the old watch are people of considerable social status. If the attack is successful, we must quickly get rid of them.
Clean yourself up and don’t let anyone find out.”
Gwen said: "But we must confirm that she is the person who watched in the past. We must not kill anyone without mercy. We must grasp the entry point of our actions. Our starting point must strictly implement our secret investigation code. We must comprehensively advance and effectively grasp the opponent's
We must strictly control the evidence of the crime and grasp the new trend of today's righteous thieves and thieves, so that our new initiative can perfectly tap into the current hot topics..."
He stopped while he was talking, not because he ran out of words, but because the other two people looked directly at him without saying a word.
Half a moment.
Mihaila blinked: "Gwen, are you really not a noble queen?"
"I..." Gwen moved his mouth, wishing to give himself a slap. He was addicted to the speech just now! He didn't know why he suddenly said so many words. It was probably because the three of them were sitting here brainstorming.
Especially like the group summary session of a research and study group? I couldn’t help it, so...
Cursed Blade clapped his palms and aligned his fingers: "Gwen is right, we can't make each other into fried golden roots just because we are excited. We need to confirm."
"Still need to confirm..."
"The three of us will finish the commission first, and then do some investigation. Once we get the information, we will make a complete plan before the blizzard passes. To be honest, I have long wanted to do a big case in the classic Blizzard Villa mode.
Already."
She let out a creepy little laugh.
Gwen relaxed her posture and asked softly: "Tell me about that commission. Why do you need me and Mihayla to complete it together?"
"It was an underground dance party. Six gangs were watching the goods. Do you know who is easiest to sneak in?" Curse Blade's smile became weird.
Mihaila cheered, raised her hands, and said crazily: "Dancing girl!"
Gwen covered her forehead with one hand, sighed, and said, "Dancer."
In a large venue like an underground dance party, the easiest person to sneak into is the dancer, and it is difficult to impersonate gang members. Because it is a standard "underground gang design" that is tight on the outside and loose on the inside.
Why are underground gangs tight on the outside but loose on the inside? This topic could probably fill Gwen with fifteen papers.
But if you put it in the simplest way to understand it, it is:
“This is a members-only place.”
Curse Blade got the map from somewhere and opened it on the desktop.
Above is a palace structure with a huge ballroom, theater, and conference rooms.
There is even a football field.
There are also six load-bearing columns... Just kidding, it is a complete load-bearing wall and a support structure using Utopia's unique honeycomb design. These six load-bearing columns are just bait for viewing from the outside.
The designers considered the possibility of the underground palace being destroyed, so they specially built these decoys to allow the vandals to focus on destroying the load-bearing columns, thus wasting a lot of energy. In fact, this underground palace
The theater has an indestructible shock-absorbing structure, which is so strong that it will not collapse even if the Fellowship brakes suddenly.
"The six major gangs run this place carefully. The people who can be sent here are all elites, and they are all good candidates to get close to the source of power."
Gangs have gang schools…
Oh, don't look at it this way. Utopia's special power system requires the accumulation of 'knowledge', which has led to many underground gangs that compete for power to keep up with the times and increase teaching services. Therefore, this picture is very common in Utopia.
Common:
…
Two men were whispering in an alley:
"Jack, how are today's goods?"
"It's one hundred percent pure. If you don't pay enough today, don't even think about getting in."
"Suka, you said the same thing last time..."
The man who looked like a gangster gave Jack fifteen private coins, and then Jack stepped aside and opened a small black door.
The man walked in, and a slight chorus-like sound came.
Go inside.
It was a bright classroom with candles and cat lanterns hanging. An old professor, whose face was covered and did not want anyone to know his identity, said seriously to the gangsters in the audience:
"knowledge is power."
"Knowledge alters your fate."
…
Gwen retracted her memory of spying on the gangs doing business on the corner of the street.
Listen carefully to Curse Blade's explanation.
"They have normal IQs, they know each other, and almost all of them have attended classes together. In other words, our plan of just forging an identity, getting a business card, and walking in openly is impossible. In the same way, the guests are basically all
If you are a regular customer, you must spend 30 consecutive days on the ground to qualify for their membership system.”
Cursed Blade stretched out his finger: "The temporary members include chefs, invited professors, ladies...hehe, dancers and some performers."
Gwen struggled: "What about the chef and the professor?"
"Miss, you may not know that every professor has traces and traces that can be traced. Ten years ago, the authorities discovered that 'the most advanced criminal actions often have the shadow of professors', so they pushed the professor to
Licensing law, professors probably don’t have bad intentions, they just want to get more energy, more funds, more materials...but, haha.”
Gwen ignored the curse blade's sarcasm and rolled her eyes: "You haven't said chef yet?"
"You think no one will notice you and a cute boy like Mihira entering the kitchen, right?"
"Mihaira is cute!" Mihayla boasted, and then laughed wildly, "Gwen is not bad!"
Gwen struggled wildly: "Performer?"
Curse Blade silently clapped his hands:
"I still don't know that you are a physical performer who performs duct unblocking and duct introduction, as well as the love between beast and beauty in front of everyone? Or do you want to play football on the court wearing only a tube top, hot pants and thigh socks? Or?
Why don't you even wear a tube top, just wear a sailor collar, boxer shorts, and white socks and sneakers to play football?"
The performances at underground dance parties are indeed quite exciting.
Generally speaking, it's just normal football, but the players are dressed like midsummer players.
It sounds scary.
Gwen's complexion changed.
He finally struggled and said: "Where are the ladies?"
Mihayla was immediately shocked, completely shocked!
The expression is stuck like a cat.
He moved his lips, looked at the curse blade, and then at Gwen.
Cursed Blade also had a 'What the fuck?' expression.
The expressions on their faces made Gwen realize that she might have said something very stupid.
"Now, like Mihayla, I also doubt how noble your family is." After Curse Blade said this, he turned to Mihayla and said, "Put away your expression, our 'Zoe'
The eldest lady does not have that idea, but he is too noble and has never been in contact with famous ladies."
"Being a socialite is not a good profession, Gwen, it is definitely not. In the world of underground gangs, dancers are much cleaner than socialites. Dancers can carry their schoolbags to school the next day after work or dancing.
The socialite could only occasionally ask questions that night, on the bed of an unknown person of unknown gender, 'Your daughter is in school, I am the same age as your daughter, why do I have to be fucked here?', Gwen, then.
Not a good career."
Gwen finally knew about it after learning more about Cursed Blade.
It’s not that there is no such profession as wandering girls in Utopia, but the low-level wandering girls are called Poseidons, which means women who come from the sea. They turn into foam in the morning. In the entire Utopia, there are countless people who sell their bodies like this.
.Correspondingly, men are called Xiu Nan, which means a delicate but shy boy.
A socialite is a high-level prostitute, at least in Utopia.
Their price is higher, but their bond with darkness is also deeper.
Their beauty is also their undoing.
"But everything is voluntary, and there has never been a source of power among the ladies. Please pay attention to the word 'never'. Because people who would choose this path have neither knowledge nor culture. They are purely cultivated.
Empty shell. Utopia is huge. If you can't survive, you can still survive as a backpacker, but you choose to become..."
Curse Blade shook his head: "They and their choices are responsible for themselves."
She looked Gwen up and down and said sincerely: "Being a dancer is not too bad. Being a dancer is a profession, not this kind of job."
Cursed Blade said, but still laughed. Dancing is really not a bad profession in Utopia. Even the dancers in underground dances are just guest waiters most of the time, taking advantage of others. Look
The people at the venue will stop some guys who are obsessed with sperm.
because……
"Behind the dancers, there are many Source Power Envoys who support them. The birth of a Source Power Envoy must first be the accumulation of knowledge, followed by a firm belief, and the last is physical fitness. Just think about it, among the dancers, there are only a few dancers who insist on learning.
If you don't mention anything else, your faith is definitely enough. Dancing and exercising are enough for your body, but what about the accumulation of knowledge? Reading slowly will do it. You see, the number of origin power messengers among the dancing girls is really not enough.
few."
Gwen was convinced.
Mihayla next to her? Mihayla is even a little impatient. Gwen suspects that this person has a certain fetish for dressing up in women's clothing. But at the same time, Mihayla is just a little hot in her usual clothes, and she is generally in the category of men's clothing.
"When Hua Hua comes back, we will find Hua Hua to buy clothes from special channels..." Cursed Blade arranged, but this arrangement was strongly protested by Gwen. In Gwen's view, the fewer people who know about it, the better! Don't look at Hua Hua.
He looks like a pure cat, but he, but he is a cat!
"Can't we just buy it ourselves?"
Curse Blade smiled and clapped, and said in a praising tone: "It's so wonderful, Miss Zoe. We are going to sneak in to see the goods, and also steal some things to come out. At this time, the gang from the Fellowship happened to inquire.
An espionage team came in with two dancers' costumes... oh, so clever."
"Let me buy the sparks." Gwen said expressionlessly, "And don't give me any weirdoes here. You have to be my dancer to get in."
This threat is basically nothing to the shameless Squirrel Girl.
She smiled and continued to applaud:
"Oh, it's great that we three sisters can perform on the same stage."
