Hyperion rolled over and got up covered in sweat. He sat on the edge of the bed exhaustedly and held his head. He didn't have the energy to get up in the morning.
Last night he dreamed of many things, first the boring quarrels his parents had at home day after day when he was a child, and then the days wandering at sea, with you next to me and me squeezing him in the cramped cabin, the smell of sweat and the smell of sea water.
It can ruin a person's nose.
Then came the days of hard work, working with a group of gangsters at the pier to carry bags during the day, fighting at night, leaving bruises and fractures after the fight, but still drinking happily in the pub and teasing women.
However, Hyperion could not recall the appearance of the tavern girl back then. No matter how hard he scratched his scalp, the appearance of the tavern girl seemed to be shrouded in a gloom and gradually faded away in his memory.
For some reason, Hyperion thought of the tavern girl with the red headscarf from before, and the two seemed to overlap strangely. He thought that she already had two children, but she still had to do such dirty work.
Fortunately, he gave her twenty Jinyang coins. For poor people, as long as they don't waste it, it is enough to survive for a year.
Don't look at it. Hyperion has five carriages and ten men. He can't actually make much money. He saves everything he can. He has never done good deeds like before. Even Hyperion has never done anything good.
They all felt like they were going crazy.
"The poor will all starve to death!" Hyperion cursed angrily, got up, put on his clothes and went downstairs.
This "Sweet Bangcai Hotel" has a classic dish - stewed peas with sweet Bangcai, stewed with gravy with enough salt. The big peas are cooked until they are soft and soft, melting in your mouth, and the sweet Bangcai has a hint of gravy.
It's pungent and spicy, making you sweat all over after eating it, and you want to vent all your resentment. If you are willing to spend an extra ten copper coins, the cook will add an extra spoonful of minced meat.
After all, you have done good deeds for others, so why not do some good deeds for yourself? - Hyperion thought.
The tavern and restaurant on the first floor was still empty. Except for the poor travelers who rolled up their blankets to sleep by the fire, there was only one customer, Dakiba. He was seen leaning on the chair and swaying, with his legs on the wine table, looking at the sea.
Brian raised his glass and said:
"Good morning, how did you sleep last night?"
Hyperion didn't need to think about it to know that his face looked ugly at this moment. He originally wanted to avoid this Daquiba, but then he thought about it. He had done nothing wrong, so why should he be afraid of him?
"It's okay...Boss, let's have some sweet peas stewed with garlic." Hyperion simply sat across from Daqiba and asked: "What about you? I have never seen a bard wake up so early.
"
Daquiba raised his head and drank all the wine and said, "There is nothing I can do. The lady's husband suddenly came back and said he wanted to give her a surprise, which made me run away quickly."
"Haha, you bards are still the same style. They haven't changed at all." Hyperion glanced at the other party, put his hands on the table and played with each other, and asked: "Didn't you mention the logistics supply of the legion before?
Business? I'm suddenly interested."
"What? I thought the big boss of Hyperion no longer cares about earning such a small amount of money." Dakiba's attitude changed and he suddenly became condescending: "It's a pity, opportunities often fleeting, and now the Balrog
The pioneer officers under my son's command have arrived at Huowu City, and the large and small hotels and material dealers have already visited them as soon as possible. There is already a long list of logistics suppliers."
"Is there really no other way?" Hyperion could see that the bard named Daquiba was not only unpredictable in strength, but also had his own unique skills. Otherwise, it would be impossible to master these confidential information.
After all, these days, the competition in business is intelligence and information. Whoever can master intelligence one step ahead of others, or understand more comprehensive information, will have a greater advantage in the business field, which is also an invisible bargaining chip.
Daqiba crossed his arms, looking leisurely and calm, just sitting there swaying without saying anything. Hyperion didn't understand the other party's intention, so he could only say to the counter: "Boss, I have settled this customer's bill!"
Daqiba then showed a satisfied smile and said, "Well, seeing as you and I have cooperated before, I'll go check with you. Maybe there are some vacancies."
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Little Taylor held a bag of freshly baked bread, which was warm in his arms. The smell of wheat made his mouth salivate continuously, but he still resisted the desire to eat and ran back to the dark and messy "home" in Canned Food Street.
"inside.
The mother was packing things and carefully teaching her sister to fold the pieces of mended clothes. When she saw little Taylor, she said angrily: "Where did he go early in the morning? He was thinking about running around with the Blue Scarf gang.
?"
"No! Look!" Little Taylor took out the bag of bread from his arms and said, "It's still a little hot. Eat it quickly. Mom, you have to go to work later, don't you?"
"Where did you get the money?" Mother suddenly became nervous: "Have I told you before? No matter how poor our family is, we cannot steal or rob!"
"No!" Little Taylor quickly explained: "I met a kind man last night, and he gave me two gold coins. Didn't I tell my mother last night?"
The mother looked in disbelief: "Where can there be so many kind people? Are they giving you gold coins in the middle of the night?"
Little Taylor pouted and whispered: "Didn't a man give you twenty gold coins before?"
Just as the mother was about to retort, her expression completely darkened. The sister beside her just shouted "Ahhhh" and pulled her mother's sleeves. When she saw the bread in the hand of her brother, Taylor, her eyes were full of hunger.
"Eat, and come with me to pay back the money after you finish eating." The mother touched her sister's head and said, "The soldiers fighting outside are coming back soon. I heard that a large number of laundresses are needed. I think I have found a real job."
"Sister, are you coming too?" Little Taylor broke open a piece of bread and handed the hot part to her sister.
The mother sighed and said, "She should also learn to work. She can't be stupid all her life, right?"
"Mom -" my sister called out vaguely, and my mother could only say with a straight face: "Don't talk while eating!"
"Mom, I also plan to find a job." Little Taylor said: "I heard that there are people who need to do coolies in the carriage shop area. I will try to see if I can find a job... By the way, the kind man yesterday also
Said one thing."
"What?" Mother asked dubiously.
"He told us not to live in Can Can Street, saying it was unsafe." Little Taylor said imitating his example.
…
Hyperion came to the carriage shop. He read the license certificate in his hand over and over again, making sure that there were no deceptive clauses and that there was no legion wax seal at the end, and then he carefully stuffed the license certificate into his arms.
After he got the legion logistics contract, he planned to rush the convoy to the outside of the city. After all, it was impossible for the "Son of the Flame Demon" to bring a large number of legionnaires to live in Huowu City, and the mage master here was not willing to
Let so many soldiers crowd into the city.
Originally there was a garrison castle in Fire Dance City, but it was the headquarters of the exclusive Fire Dance City guard force and the Mystery Knights. If that place was occupied by someone else, Master Nelem would probably not be able to sleep.
Looking at the crowds of people on the street outside, as well as the colorful flags and banners that began to hang between the buildings, Hyperion knew that the triumphal ceremony was about to begin, but it was a pity that he was not in the mood to watch, as he still had to make money.
"Good Samaritan!" Hyperion saw a little boy waving towards him in the distance. He was dressed in dirty clothes and had black ash on his face, but he had a pair of passionate eyes.
"Are you looking for me?" Hyperion didn't like such a dirty and smelly brat, who might even ruin his business, but he felt as if he had seen him somewhere, so he stopped for the time being.
"My name is Taylor." Little Taylor was very excited. Just now, his mother and sister found work in the laundry. When they turned the corner, they saw the kind man who rescued their mother.
"You saved my mother that night, don't you remember?"
Hyperion frowned. He didn't think it was a good deed. On the contrary, it seemed that he was soft-hearted and could easily be discovered by his subordinates and asked for benefits.
Little Taylor left no room at all: "Good Samaritan, I hope you can take me in. I am very capable of working. No matter how hard or tiring it is, I can do it! Please take me in!"
Hearing these words that were unlikely to impress any caravan boss, Hyperion remembered the dream last night for some reason. When he first came to the New World, even his livelihood was a problem. He also begged everywhere to find a living. Those who were rich and powerful
The Chamber of Commerce is categorically unable to accept itself.
"You only have one-third of other people's wages." Hyperion said with a stiff face: "Just do what you want, I won't accept bargaining!"
"I'll do it! Will I go with you now?" Little Taylor said excitedly.
"Go outside the city and serve the master of the legion." Hyperion jerked his horse's buttocks, and the convoy began to move slowly.
…
Sandori held a wooden bowl filled with nuts and berries. She came outside Xuan Weizi's castle, looked up at a crow preening its feathers, and whistled softly.
Then there was a sound of flapping wings, and dozens of crows suddenly flew out of the castle, squawking and coming to Sandori's side with an aggressive aura.
"I'm here to deliver food to you as requested by Dr. Olenso." Sandori put the wooden bowl on the ground, and the group of crows gathered over it. Some of them were quick in their movements, and they caught the full bowl in one go.
Juicy sour berries; some are stupid and always peck at them slowly; some seem to be stuck in a difficult choice, knocking this one and pecking that one, but they can't take a bite.
Sandori looked at the group of crows with a smile on her face. This was the "task" assigned to her by Xuan Weizi before she left. She originally thought that raising a group of crows was no big deal, but later she discovered that the group of crows might be wood piles.
The most well-informed person in and outside the town.
Although she knew that these crows were Xuan Weizi's familiars, Sandori still couldn't understand how they were summoned or created.
This group of crows is usually scattered throughout the town of Chai Dui, and occasionally they will carry messages for people, but most of the time they are nowhere to be seen, and I don’t know what they are doing.
Sanduoli still remembered that Xuan Weizi once gave her a suggestion, which was to try to use soul magic to create a spell that could be maintained for a long time. After thinking about it for a long time, she found that she could find an idea in these crows.
"Dry crystals flow to the east of the jade pond, and the mighty saint of the alliance orders a young boy. Ga——" I saw a crow with black feathers and three eyes on its head. It actually uttered human words and recited strange sentences as it walked forward. Come: "Throw fire thousands of miles away and shake the palace, ride bravely and quickly to come to Taimeng. Gaga——"
This crow obviously looked like the leader, so there was no need to rebuke him. The other crows made room for him, and the best-quality berries were placed in front of him, just like a majestic general.
"What...what did you just say?" Sandori felt it was so amazing. It would be fine if it was just a familiar that conveyed messages for others, but the way this three-eyed crow spoke was full of incomprehensible words. The words and sentences were exactly the same as Xuan Weizi's. She couldn't help but reach out to touch her, but the three-eyed crow flicked its wings away.
"Unbridled! This is the true form of Qian Huo, the twin of the holy form of Thunder Lord. How can we allow ordinary people to despise you? Ga——" the three-eyed crow said, and jumped on the spot twice angrily. It was funny. The look makes people feel funny.
"I'm sorry, I just want to ask, how did Dr. Olanso summon you?" Sandoli added: "If you can tell me, I will send you more delicious food in the future. berry."
The three-eyed crow was silent for a while and said: "If you want to practice it, you must first obey the ancestral Qi of the innate heaven and infuse the Qi of a mortal body. Then clothe the ancestral Qi in the three scenes of space, and give birth to the mysterious female in the position of the innate heavenly earth. The Yuan Qi of the Nine Levels and Nine Lives is intertwined with the fetus, soul, internal organs, spiritual energy, Huayue and other mansions. It generates the five internal organs and six internal organs, the three gates and nine palaces, and the hundreds of gods. Only in this way can the true talisman of the holy form be refined, which is the innate method. The mysterious bones are also..."
"Uh, this..."
Sanduoli was completely confused now. This three-eyed crow, like Xuan Weizi, had telepathy in its speech, but the sentences and vocabulary it expressed were even more obscure. With Sanduoli's little language skills, she really couldn't understand it.
"The ancient people who uphold the principles feel things with their heart and resist evil with righteousness. If the heart is righteous, all gods will be effective, and if the body is righteous, all evil will escape. Ga——" The three-eyed crow also has the problem of Xuan Weizi's long speech: "Although you have The five qi are facing the Yuan Dynasty, the cauldron that is perfect for changing the tendons and washing the marrow, but there is no quiet emptiness, the state of mind that mediates yin and yang, and there is no insight into the netherworld, and the wisdom of knowing the secrets of heaven. This method is difficult for you to achieve, it is difficult to achieve! Gaga— —”
Sandori probably understood what the other party said that she couldn't learn this trick, so she had to settle for the next best thing and asked: "Is there a method suitable for me?"
The three-eyed crow seemed to show a look of disdain and said: "Those who practice good deeds use talismans to summon the commanders, soldiers and horses. They are all the changes of the energy of the heaven and the earth, and the fortune of the stars. They are definitely not sinister. I see you. The five qi of the body and mind can summon many people close to ghosts and ghosts, and they may be able to attack the five directions. Ga——"
"The five directions are rampant? Is it related to the spirit magic?" Sandori was somewhat accustomed to the Three-Eyed Crow's language style.
"Of course, gah -" the three-eyed crow stood there for a while, as if thinking about something, and then said: "Those who are rampant in war are mostly yin-like spirits, hiding in mountains, rocks, grass and trees, and graves. Their nature is fierce and majestic. , you need to be careful to prevent rampant soldiers from destroying altars and destroying magic, which may injure yourself. You already have the ability to sense ghosts and ghosts, and I will teach you the method of controlling rampant and offering sacrifices to rampant. Gaga——"