After returning to the spy camp, she was like a fish returning to the water, but more like the animal farm opening the fence gate, and a feeling of freedom and confidence emerged spontaneously.
The first request of this beautiful lady with violet eyes is: "The final payment is settled now."
——She looked at the cursed blade and put one hand in her pocket. Under the badly damaged windbreaker, she could vaguely see gray-black underwear and an armed belt with two pistols.
"I will give you the money now, and you come with me, or find someone to come with me.
Cursed Blade said: "Okay, then..."O
She rolled her eyes and rested on Gwen. Yes, this look was like seeing a convenient tool, "Gwen!" Her voice was slow and suggestive and deep, "You
Why not spend some time with our dear customers?”
In fact, the customer is you... Gwen thought to herself, this Squirrel Girl is really shameless.
But she doesn't care if she has money to make.
"good."
Gwen turned around carefully and took two steps forward to avoid Kasim's outstretched left hand.
"..."
Kasim pulled back his hand.
Seeing the evil smile on Curse Blade's face: "Kassim, I think he is just a little sensitive."
"Um.,
"I guess so," Kasim said.
She has met countless people, and she has also seen people with Gwen's personality. She doesn't hate it, but to be honest, it's mainly because the person with this temperament is a beautiful boy, so she doesn't hate it. Kasim decided to be honest with herself,
Especially after escaping from death again.
This frank look was noticed by Curse Blade.
Before she took steps to catch up.
Curse Blade reminded: "Can I trust you knowing that the other party is the resurrected body of the Mind Flayer?"
Yes.
The resurrected body of the Mind Flayer, although whether this is true or not, everyone currently treats this matter as a real thing.
The cursed blade may be reminding Cassim to be careful and polite, especially after the shocking destructive power caused by the last mind flayer resurrection body, everyone should treat these people with the word resurrection body in mind.
The most basic respect. The last disrespectful black dog has become a broom star in their circle.
Yes, yes, the mind flayers now seem less lethal and dangerous than in the past, but what if?
Cassim thought, but there is also a fact that the last resurrection body was not as cute as this one.
At this point, how can I live up to my narrow escape without adding a little bit of madness?
"good."
She spat out monosyllables.
...
Gwen looked at a beer shop run by Cat Lamp and the Utopians. On top of the big wine barrel was a fat Cat Lamp that was flattened by the partition board. The unique syringe-like tip
Mao Tail is constantly pumping out beer and filling it up for the guests.
-Thick wood, solid wood, in short, a wooden bar, a tasteful blues-style ditty and a gramophone collected by Cat Lamp. The Shade boss is lying on a lounge chair wearing a spy suit, with another Cat Lamp and a wooden board on his belly.
Hanging on the sprinkler bucket outside, it reads [Feiloni, 6 privately made] [Maca, 3 privately made] [Whiskey (Maodeng secret brew), 13 privately made]...
13 privately made?
How come these cats haven’t gone to hell yet!
Gwen, who is currently very sensitive to numbers, easily recalled the various prices in the Wisdom Tree futures. Calculated, the futures price of the Witch's whiskey converted into Utopia price is only about 2 privately made, but the cat lanterns flicked their tails,
13 pieces! If you no longer need lamp oil for street lamps, just hang two cat lanterns on them!
"Meow?"
I noticed the look in Gwen's eyes. The fat cat lamp on the wine barrel showed a very cat-like expression. I can't say that it deserves a beating. I can only say that Gwen's fist is about to become hard. _o_m
"You want a drink?"
Kasim followed up and looked at the small restaurant with a bit of disdain, "I suggest you not to buy alcohol here. This place is specially designed to rob people who have returned from missions. We are here."
Li Shi needs mood calming agents, tobacco and alcohol are the same, and here, taking advantage of the geographical advantage, the water is sold at a very high price. "
Although she was complaining, Gwen keenly captured a message:
"That is to say, you also want to drink now?"
"I……"
"My treat." Gwen snorted, feeling a little excited in her heart, "Cat, give us two glasses of whiskey."
"Meow haha, cats know that, cats understand~"
Mao Deng’s proud look made people want to beat her up, but Gwen did not verbally abuse Mao Deng because she wanted to drink “hometown wine” (and was also worried that she would not be able to scold her).
This can be regarded as the taste of hometown!
However, is the witch’s hometown really my hometown? So far, Gwen still cannot accept the idea of the “origin theory.” The biggest use of the origin theory is, as Cat Varro said, a relationship between the witch and the witch.
Legal means.
But at the same time, the theory of origin is also very reliable. For example, the witch's method of dealing with foreigners is generally very violent, but for the brothers and sisters of the same [Earth Origin], they are regarded as half fellow villagers, and they will not be confused at first sight.
I'll use my hands and feet for you.
Mao Deng poured a glass for each of them.
But it can be considered sincere, the cup is probably a normal glass, quite big, and filled with strong liquor.
Gwen gave her a few military bills, and when the cat lamp was added between the compartments and it was inconvenient to plug the cat's ears with its tail, she shouted: "You have to change!"
"Meow!"
"Stop pretending, you just spoke Utopian!"
I still want to install a cat light.
The shop owner shouted helplessly: "Remember to ask for change when doing business, Mao Lantern."
"Meow..." The cat reluctantly took out a strange bag from its fur and rummaged through some bits and pieces of privately made bullets for Gwen.
Kasim thanked him and took a sip.
She pursed her lips and breathed out: "It's a very strong wine."
"You don't like it?"
"That's what I like." She said, "A glass of good wine and a beautiful person, this kind of companionship is worth a thousand dollars."
"Ha." Gwen covered her mouth, lowered her head and smiled, "You are such a beautiful person, I never knew you were so narcissistic, Kasim."
Kasim also smiled, and there was a happy look on his face that could be described as "quite beautiful":
"I have always been quite confident about my appearance. As for you, Gwen, I think you don't seem to know how you look.
Under the Coral, above the Free Beast, on the same level as Mihaila, maybe slightly better than Spark, but definitely not as good-looking as Tomia.
Gwen sneered inwardly, she was already so proficient in permuting, combining and comparing.
"Not bad." He replied.
...
Going to the ticket office with Kasim was a pleasant errand.
Maybe Gwen bought her a glass of wine before, so she took care of all the expenses afterwards, including ice cream, small desserts, a scarf and a record... The latter part was a bit strange, but Kasim was willing to give it,
Then Gwen would be happy to accept it.
Scarves are mainly for keeping warm.
As for the record, it was because when Gwen used the gramophone left by Aya before, Kasim may have mistakenly thought that Gwen liked music.
There is also a ticket shop in this secret agent camp, which is run by secret agents and has cooperated with more than 60 associations. But at the same time, these associations have half of their feet in the illegal field, which can also be said to be secret agents.
They fertilize the soil of crime
This is indisputable.
It is a situation that cannot be washed.
The size of the ticket office occupies a small tunnel. The tunnel was originally used to park normal-sized carriages. There are fresh-keeping doors on both sides. Through some kind of translucent material, a large number of military bullets and ammunition can be seen inside.
box._o_m
Gwen asked Kasim curiously, "If you put so many bullets here, aren't you afraid of others snatching them?"
Kasim put his pockets in his pockets and looked at him with his usual frigid expression.
A second passed.
"This seems to be a question that every new Yuanli user will ask.
"I don't think so either.
What a groundbreaking idea." Gwen rolled up her dragon's tail, grabbed the tea provided by the ticket office and took a sip.
It's like taro-flavored mushroom tea, a little sweet.
But when it comes to tea, the Utopians just crush the mushrooms in various ways, expose them to the sun, add "magic", and finally make a drink for brewing. Of course, there is also a method of putting real tea leaves in, but that
It is too expensive and most Utopians cannot afford it, so mushroom brewed tea will become mainstream.
But taro flavor?
Hmm... I can't say it tastes good, but I can't say it tastes bad either.
Just weird.
Gwen put down the teacup, and Kasim handed him a silk handkerchief. He hesitated for two seconds before taking it, "Thank you."
"How considerate of you if you don't compliment me?"
With such a cold expression, it is really unimaginable that a person would say such a thing. Of course, when Mr. Kasim said this, he still behaved like a mystic. Calm and unconcerned.
He was feeling lazy and his eyelids seemed a bit droopy.
It's absolutely impossible to tell her personality from her appearance.
Gwen thought.
"I'm afraid if I praise you, you won't be so considerate in the future, sweetheart. Correct update@" Gwen wiped her mouth and returned the handkerchief.
The people at the check-in office watched this scene with boredom.
This is a Rongen clerk.
Ron's people are reliable, this is a common perception. But now, the clerk just yawned, looked at them, and muttered, as if he mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally: "What number is this? Kasim,
The boys and girls you brought over."
"It would be better if you shut your mouth."
Kasim is not so kind to outsiders. In other words, he shows a different side when dealing with such outsider-level acquaintances: "If you ask me, if you can move your dog's paw, we won't ask you."
Waiting for tickets here."
Clerk Ron, this handsome boy with a tall nose, a bit like a Greek...or rather, the handsome boy snorted:
"Our bullet tickets are all printed on the spot. Do you understand if they are printed on the spot? You have to contact other ticket banks. They can be used within one day. If there is no transfer within the day, then you have to come back and issue the ticket again, and other places will not recognize it.
Utopia's finances are in shambles, even now under the regime.
Gwen could hardly believe that there were nearly ten different sets of currencies on the Fellowship. For example, the authorities recently promoted the All-Utopia Bullets. However, the Judu level first launched the "XX Judu Bullets", and then each
The level train was stopped, and the government's face and face were not offended, and the "XX urban level impeachment ticket" was started directly, and finally it was implemented in various regions. You see, the secret agents have their own impeachment tickets.
Long Yan also issued bullet tickets, and even the Sniper Cat also issued cat bullet tickets, which are common between Cat Lantern and Eternal One.
Mao Deng's somewhat pathological self-esteem and prestige make them very reliable in this financial field.
However, because it is too reliable, it can even cause a lot of confusion.
Just like a secret bomb ticket.
Nowadays, the withdrawal procedures for secret reconnaissance bomb tickets are complicated. You basically need to collect the ticket on the same day, and then send a telegram to the secret reconnaissance branch in Utopia to inform you that the ticket can be used. When it expires, it will automatically become invalid. Therefore, if you have no face in the secret reconnaissance, even
I had to wait in line for the money, but fortunately Kasim was very proud and asked Ron En, the clerk, to do something special.
"I heard that you are on a mission?" the clerk asked.
"Um."
"How many people died?"
There are no secrets among secret agents. Basically everyone knows what happened.
"Um.,
The clerk sighed, "My condolences."
"I'm not too sad, that's all." Kasim was not being arrogant. For Utopians, death is commonplace.
"I'm just saying this politely. Kasim, with your team looking like this, have you considered recruiting new players?"
"I don't have any plans for the moment."
Gwen couldn't tell what Kasim's expression was. Was it an expression of feigned indifference?
Extremely difficult to explain.
But Gwen saw it, and so did the clerk, so he didn't provoke her anymore and honestly completed the procedure for her.
"Kassim."
.
Before she walked out, the clerk stopped her.
Made a drinking gesture:
"If you need anything, call me."
"good."
On the way back, I stopped in front of the cat lantern shop. These cat lanterns brought a new batch of witch cards.
People who don't like this kind of card have probably not been born yet in this world.
Seeing that Kasim's attention was attracted by the cards, Gwen livened up the atmosphere:
"You haven't answered my question yet."
"What?"
Kasim put one hand in his pocket.@·No mistake first~~
"Ticket bank, why doesn't anyone from the ticket bank go to rob them?"
If there is really no one, I will go... Gwen quietly thought about it in his mind. Unfortunately, although the idea was very clever, the morality in his heart made him unwilling to take action.
"Oh, that."
Kasim said:
"Because the bullets on display are all fake. Only the superficial layer is real. Even we have no way to find out where the military ammunition is actually stored."
The secret agent had already expected that someone would be targeting the ticket bank. After all, in Utopia, robbing ticket stores was not old news.
This was the first time Gwen had heard of such a thing.
