Chapter 333

phone-reading

"First time to Noah?"

At this moment, an old man with a top hat smiled and asked gently behind the delicious wind goose.

Delicious Wind Goose raised his brows, put down the wooden box in his hand, and politely bowed to the old man: "Yes, old gentleman. Is there any offense to me?"

After all, this is the capital.

The ghost knows if this passer-by, the old man, is a big man who came out for a stroll...

"You're wondering about this donation box."

The old man said casually, took out a silver coin from his arms and put it in skillfully.

He picked up a newspaper next to him, flipped through it carefully and replied casually: "This is Noah's custom. After all, Sir Silver is the god of trade, and he usually stays in Noah. This is his eyelids. under.

"Businessmen who come and go, no matter how arrogant they are, they must be humble and polite when they arrive at Noah's place. No one dares to get angry, everyone is very disciplined... After all, Sir Silver will wander around when he is free. Go shopping, buy something. The store that can be bought by Silver Sir, everyone believes that the next year will have good luck.

"The old Noahs have basically met the Silver Sir once or twice. You can recognize him when you see him, but when a businessman from other places sees him for the first time, it is difficult to immediately recognize him. So it's better to tell everyone Very respectful... After all, Sir Silver is staying here, and his slave god will come back occasionally."

...understandable, understandable.

Delicious Wind Goose nodded and agreed.

It is because they have eaten this bowl of rice that they understand that their business is life-threatening.

Several bosses he knew did not say how religious they were, but they were more or less superstitious. When you pass by and see gods and Buddhas, you will go in and pay homage if you are not in a hurry. When you see a portrait of Guan Erye when you are in a bar or in a nightclub, you still have to go there and put on a few incense sticks.

As far as Delicious Feng Goose knows, there is also a large Buddha statue and ancestral hall in Longjing Tea's house, and his grandfather will change the tribute when he is at home.

— not to mention the real and working God of Wealth.

And Silver Sir is also a living god of wealth.

Such a god of wealth lives in this city, and it may not appear anywhere. Even if they knew that the other party had no reason against them, the businessmen would not dare to make trouble here.

The old man pointed to the newspaper rack and said, "Thirty or forty years ago, newspapers were still sold for one silver coin. The final profit was also used to maintain the operation of the church school... But His Highness the Pope of this generation is very smart.

"To cater to businessmen who want to flatter but don't want to take their money. Just set up a lot of donation boxes around town.

“The ones placed in front of the newspapers are donated to mission schools; the donation boxes on the subway side are donated to families whose pillars are missing; the donation boxes at the entrance of concert halls and theaters are used to raise orphans. "

"His Royal Highness the Pope is a good man."

The delicious wind goose couldn't help but said softly.

"Yes."

The old man sighed with emotion, and handed the newspaper to the delicious wind goose: "I've finished reading...the newspaper will be given to you.

"You can put it back after reading it, or take it away. I have already paid you... The standard price is one silver coin."

The old man smiled kindly and pulled his top hat: "Welcome to Noah, young man."

The delicious wind goose was stunned for a while, and the old man had already walked away.

He hurriedly shouted from behind: "Thank you!"

Watching the old man wave his hand, he left quickly.

His expression was a little strange.

This old man's legs are too agile... Could this be some big guy?

He shook his head, flipping through the newspaper while picking up the box and walking forward.

"Well, the second increase in grain tax in ten years? The last time was half a year ago? Is this going to be a war?

"The price of wool has risen for the third time... The latest clothing styles from fashion masters... Oh, it's not ugly. But it feels normal. Hey, why don't you find a player who learns clothing design to come in...

"Famous painter Nigel Elliott claims that 'Paperie' has recently arrived at Noah? Huh,

Is Zhiji still a god? Absolutely, can the things of the gods be written directly in the newspapers?

"—Fuck, Zhi Ji is so pretty! I love it!"

The delicious wind goose couldn't help but groan again.

Because in this newspaper, there is still a portrait of Zhi Ji - although it is in black and white. There is also a note below the drawing, and the picture is provided by the "Nigel Elliott".

The painter's perspective is cast from the side.

"Paper Girl" seemed to be called by him, frowning slightly and turning around in confusion. The artist even perfectly painted the upper body clothes that were taut when Zhi Ji turned back.

She put her right hand in her pocket, while her left hand held a pen in reverse, acting like a dagger.

That soft yet indifferent face that gives a sense of distance, the light-colored long straight hair that falls down to the waist, the two dragon horns sloping upward like lightning on the forehead, and the slender collarbone can still be vaguely covered with incomplete coverage. The dragon scales... It looks like a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old.

But her mature and indifferent temperament and her high breasts made her look like a mature and stable adult woman. The drawing board on her back, and the row of seventeen or eight different types and sizes of pens inserted in her waist like a sword, give people a sense of literature and art, but also bring a strong abnormality feel.

It's not the same as when I met the Silver Sir.

If you say, Silver Sir looks like a particularly cheerful young man. Although he is handsome and handsome, it is difficult to see at a glance when thrown into a crowd... Zhi Ji is the type that can be seen at a glance no matter how many people are, and it is difficult to look away.

Thrilling beauty - just looking straight at it can be mesmerizing.

While Yummy Feng Goose was appreciating the portrait of Zhi Ji carefully, he had already walked down a street and arrived at an intersection under martial law. There are eight people under martial law alone.

He can already see... the manor that can be seen halfway across the street.

This should be the home of the third prince.

Seeing the delicious wind goose passing by, two people came over immediately, and the remaining six people lowered the muzzle of their rifles slightly.

"Do you have an appointment?"

One of them asked politely.

The two of them each held a jade card. The person who asked the question also had a booklet in his hand.

“Delicious wind goose.”

Delicious Feng Goose paused and replied, "My name is Delicious Feng Goose, from Frozen Water Harbor. There should be an appointment."

But after the jade card flashed, the two looked at each other.

This made the delicious wind goose suddenly feel a little bad——

Four of the six came over and pointed guns at him.

"Please don't act rashly, sir."

The person who asked was still polite.

But as the only security guard without firearms, he stepped back cautiously and continued: "Our records show that you entered the city illegally and did not register properly when you entered the city.

"Please go with them and temporarily stay in a specific safe room for three days. We will also temporarily seize the belongings you bring and ask professionals to test them. During this period, we will provide you with free Food and hot water.

"If we confirm your innocence after checking with the One-Eyed Raven, these items will be returned in full.

The security guard smiled gently: "Please trust the credit of His Royal Highness Philip. We will not arbitrarily steal or check your personal belongings..."

...that's what happened.

Delicious Feng Goose glanced at each other silently, put down the box silently, and under the close watch of the four, turned to the right from the intersection.

——He noticed something from the other party's tone.

Is this...a delivery?

No wonder they put me down two blocks away.

Can't I come into the house of His Royal Highness Philip and stain him? So the goods should be handed over in this way...

Really careful.

but……

The delicious wind goose narrowed his eyes slightly.

He didn't tell me such an important thing, but gave me the "Devil's Blood" that would cause an accident if he was found out.

...and still haven't escaped.

After that, the delicious wind goose was sent into a villa the size of the city lord's mansion.

But instead of letting him live in this villa... but continuing to escort him down silently. But after entering the villa, the others were less polite - confiscated their weapons, and after taking off the coat, shoes and the curse bearer of the delicious wind goose, they pushed him and threw him into the dungeon. middle.

Shortly after the gates closed.

A somewhat familiar person who had met not long ago walked in.

It was the middle-aged commander of the city guard who I saw at the door before.

At his waist was a long sword with silver gauntlets and scabbard.

"Meet again, delicious wind goose."

The middle-aged man moved a stool, sat outside the cell door, and spoke slowly.

This middle-aged man with a beard asked him calmly in a thick voice: "You said, you are from Frozen Water Harbor?

"And your mayor... is Don Juan Geraint?"

As Dexter Lowe said.

The man's name is... Klaus Kass.

A silver-level extraordinary person who was placed in the city guard by the third prince Philip.

The real Don Juan Geraint was once the captain of the guard.