In the evening, the sweet shrimp tavern.

The tavern hall was filled with noise and smoky.

Poor Billy was pressed on a wooden table by seven or eight colleagues, holding a funnel in his mouth, and a barrel of five-liter rum was poured into the funnel in a "gurgling" manner.

Billy rolled his eyes because he was already poured, and golden wine kept spraying out of his mouth, spraying all over his body.

A group of happy policemen, sailors surrounded, or stood on wooden tables, cheering loudly: "Drink, drink, drink... suck, drink, drink... continue to drink... continue to drink!"

On the floor beside the wooden table, there were already five or six chubby police officers lying on the ground, drunkenly, and fainting.

Unfortunately, even with large fishing tackle, Billy and his friends still ranked among the last ten in the afternoon fishing competition.

The top ten are all sailors on the large fishing boat. They have extremely rich sea fishing experience. It can be said that this is their specialty to support their families when they eat. How could they lose?

The dark-skinned sailors hugged the shiny maids with pride and mixed in the crowd and laughed wildly.

Billy rolled his eyes and looked at the shaking ceiling in despair, his fingers spasm weakly, as if a drowning man wanted to grab the last life-saving straw, but he had only a group of "close colleagues" who were taking advantage of the situation, and he couldn't even find a straw.

On the second floor of the Sweet Shrimp Tavern, you can see the private room with sea view outside. Qiao, with a slightly red face, sat at the square table, constantly burping.

The steaming hot and drunk Joe pointed at Sherlock opposite the square table and shouted loudly: "I, Joe Rong Weitu, have a strong ability to fish in sea... Today, it was just an accident, otherwise I would not have been able to catch a fish."

Yes, I don’t know why, maybe it’s because of bad luck, maybe it’s because Qiao overestimated his sea fishing skills. In short, in the sea fishing event this afternoon, he had no harvest and didn’t get a single scale!

"But, I will never cheat. The last one is the last one. A small barrel of rum, how big is it?"

Joe's breathing was a little rapid. Just when Billy started to be drunk, he killed a full bucket of rum as agreed in advance.

Every breath of his breath made the alcohol in the private room stronger, and even the sea breeze outside the window could not blow away the alcohol for a while.

After all, it was a five-liter high rum. With his current strong physique, Joe drank the five-liter rum in one sip. He felt a little dizzy and drunk.

But Qiao's physique is so strong after all, he and Sherlock sat in the private room for only half a quarter of an hour, and his alcohol consumption was dissipated.

Sherlock changed into his usual outfit.

A well-maintained tuxedo, a shiny leather boot, and a smooth and meticulous hair.

He looked at Qiao, whose face was slightly red, and smiled and nodded: "It can be seen that Lord Qiao is upright and trustworthy, and is a real nobleman... I am here right here to come to Lovgang this time."

Joe burped the last time, then sat upright, put his hands on the wooden table, and stared at Sherlock with his eyes straight: "So, it's not that fateful encounter, are you here to find me?"

Sherlock smiled, with a sincere and gentle smile: "I hate fishing, I think it is a meaningless waste of life."

"However, because of my identity, it is obvious that it is not convenient for me to visit directly. The plenipotentiary of the Ice Sea Kingdom, who deliberately visited the family members of the chairman of the seven-member committee of Tulun Port, undoubtedly, this will lead to too much over-interpretation, and doing so will cause a lot of trouble."

"If I use other methods to make a secret appointment with you, there is a saying in Donglu that makes sense. There is no airtight wall in the world. Secret appointment will obviously cause more suspicion and suspicion. Especially in Tulun Port, this is a place where many major forces are witnessed and endless intrigues."

"It's very reasonable to have a polite dinner invitation caused by fishing and encountering it on the sea."

"This method is very hypocritical, but neither I nor you can tell anyone that this is a courteous dinner invitation. You are the "landlord" of Lövgang, and I am the "guest" who accidentally transits. Such a gathering is in line with aristocratic etiquette and diplomatic etiquette, and no one can pick on anything."

Qiao slapped heavily on his forehead, and he looked at Sherlock speechlessly.

"It's just a meeting. Is it so complicated? Is it necessary?"

Sherlock smiles.

He took out his small pipe, knocked the pipe on the edge of the wooden table, took out a small pocket made of silk, twisted some tobacco and stuffed it into the pipe, and then lit it and took two "clicks" to take a few puffs.

"Sometimes, if you can save some trouble, just save some trouble." Sherlock smiled happily. Through the wooden table, he stretched out his right hand to Joe: "Introduce yourself, Sherlock Seur Springland, Earl of the Ice Sea Kingdom, and some other idle positions. Of course, these positions are not important. I will meet you today... My identity is - El Sword Man."

Joe held Sherlock's hand and shook it gently.

Hearing Sherlock's self-introduction, Qiao looked at him in shock: "Ayer's Sword Man? What is this?"

Laplacie screamed in Joe's mind: "The rich and powerful crimson, I know what kind of existence Al is... Do you need Al's information? Only one million gold marks, only a small one million..."

One million gold marks?

Joe's face twitched heavily, and he looked at Sherlock with a strange look: "Dear Mr. Sherlock, can you tell me what is the Al Sword-holding Man?"

In Qiao's heart, there was a little excitement and excitement, and even a little joy brought by Laplaci's small revenge.

Information worth one million gold marks?

Hohoho, the respected Lord Sherlock, the 'rich and powerful' but stingy' Fierce Red Joe is ready to listen.

The two of them separated their palms, Sherlock moved his body to make himself more comfortable. He leaned against the chair, spitting out smoke in small mouthfuls, and said slowly: "Ayer, it is a mutual aid organization with a long history."

"Some people say Al is the largest intelligence dealer in Medland."

"Some people say Al is the most dangerous conspirator in Medland."

"Some people say that Al is an evil heresy controlled by the demon."

"Some people say that Al exists to destroy the world."

"If you know all kinds of strange and bizarre statements about Al, you will definitely think that this is a dangerous, terrifying, filthy, and shady organization."

"But as I said, this is just a very open, loose, spontaneous, inclusive, cooperative and mutually beneficial mutually beneficial group."

"Ayer has many members, either in Medland, in the East, in the North, in the South, or in the West... or in other areas that are more dangerous, magical, incredible, and indescribable."

"They come from different backgrounds, their experiences, their races, their ethnicities, their skin color, gender, language, culture, their thoughts, and their actions are all different."

"The only thing that's the same is that they occasionally act in the name of Al."

"I don't deny that there are intelligence dealers in Al."

"No denying that there are ambitious people among Al."

"No denying that there are alien demons among Al."

"No denying that some people want to destroy the world."

"But among Al, there are more people of all kinds...the top chef, the top blacksmith, the top tailor, the top painter...the smartest people, the wisest people, the strongest people, the most wonderful people..."

"Because of their existence and their actions, the outside world's speculation about Al is becoming more and more complex and changeable... Because of the mystery and lack of understanding, Al is such an unpredictable dangerous organization in the hearts of the outside world."

Sherlock shook his head and sighed softly.

He looked at Joe seriously and asked with a smile: "Do you know the meaning of the word 'Al'?"

Joe looked at Sherlock dumbly, and he said a little annoyed: "Sorry, this is the first time in my life that I have heard of this word."

Sherlock's eyes flashed for a while, and he quickly remembered the results of Joe's various subjects from childhood enlightenment to graduation from justice school through certain channels!

Very good, the person in front of me is a genius who failed even the most basic "General History of the Continent"!

With a dry laugh, Sherlock said in a deep voice: "'Al', it represents perfection, perfection, truth, order, and all tangible existences in the prophecy of the gods of the Golden Age!"

"Air Organization, his philosophy is tolerance, freedom, communication, and mutual assistance... He transcends the country, the nation, the race, and most of the rules and precepts in reality..."

"The purpose of the Al organization can be summarized in this sentence - everyone is for me, I am for everyone, with 'fairness' as the only order, how much you pay and how much you get."

Qiao looked at Sherlock in amazement, then he clapped softly, exclaimed loudly with an exaggerated smile: "Wow, it's amazing, it's amazing. This makes me excited and I'm ready to move... Oh, it's amazing!"

With a smile, Qiao collapsed and looked at Sherlock with the eyes of an ordinary citizen looking at a crappy liar: "So, dear Mr. Sherlock, Al organization, have you done anything earth-shaking that I have heard of? "

Sherlock stared at Joe: "The Wall Chapter was traded to the Derren Empire. The reason why Rafa was seriously injured was that I beat him."

Qiao slowly opened her mouth wide.

After a moment of silence, Qiao said in a deep voice: "So, do you want to meet me by chance this time on the sea?"

Sherlock took out an exquisite black card and placed it gently in front of Joe.
Chapter completed!