The black card lies quietly on the wooden table. The sunset light shines on the card through the glass window. The pitch-black card seems to suck all the light in, deep and quiet, making people feel a little cold.
Qiao lowered his head and looked at the black card quietly.
Of course it was not the first time he heard of Al's name. At the beginning of the month, he knew the existence of the Al's organization in a claustrophobic place.
This includes selling the Wall Chapter to the Delun Empire for a sky-high price.
Including the person in charge of the transaction, Rafa fought with him, but both died.
But Joe really didn't expect that even Her Majesty the Queen would invite him to join.
In a moment, countless thoughts flashed through Qiao's mind.
He looked up at Sherlock, from the instinct of "Scarlet" that he did not feel any malice in Sherlock.
"Why invite me?" Joe asked Sherlock very seriously.
"Just like the seeds that are sprinkled, they may bloom beautiful flowers or grow into towering trees." Sherlock shrugged easily: "Work casually, maybe there may be surprises?"
He clicked the card on the table and pushed it in the direction of Joe again: "I happen to have a disciple. I happened to meet you. I just happened to think that you are suitable for both your potential and the strength you have now."
'potential'!
‘The strength you have now’!
Qiao hummed.
In terms of potential, his physical strength now revealed is only 400,000 pounds, which is a record-breaking terrible strength that shocked countless people. His real primitive power is as high as 4.1 million pounds.
In terms of potential, Joe is very confident.
And 'the strength you have now'... Qiao looked at the boundless Fengyang outside the window.
To be honest, in the southern special zone of the Derren Empire, Joe belongs to one of the smallest part of the pyramid.
"No doubt, I am a good candidate." Joe looked at Sherlock proudly and confidently: "If I join Al, then what do I need to bear?"
"You don't need to take any responsibility, let alone any obligation. Just be happy." Sherlock smiled relaxedly: "It's like I invite you to be my disciple. Whether I want or not, in Donglu's words, follow the circumstances and don't force it."
"Including after you join Al, if you have something to do, you accept it if you are willing to accept it, and if you refuse if you are unwilling to accept it... If you accept it if you are satisfied with the reward, you can refuse it if you are not satisfied with the reward... You can accept it if you are safe and worry-free, and you can ignore it if you are too dangerous."
Joe looked at Sherlock in confusion: "In this way, it is not much difference between joining or not joining... I am young, rich, my family has a strong influence, my family loves me very much, I am carefree, I am leisurely and happy. What is the meaning of joining Al?"
"It makes no sense to join Al." Sherlock looked at Joe with confidence: "But I suggest you should join."
Sherlock waved his hand and stopped Joe from saying the next words. He said seriously: "It makes no sense to join Al, and many Al's members are first-level disciples for life, until they are old and until they die."
"But Al, it's a key."
Joe narrowed his eyes: "What's the use of this key?"
Sherlock took off the pipe in his mouth and placed it gently on the wooden table: "Turun Port is too small, you should see the wider world."
"You think you have seen the world you see in front of you. But perhaps, you have to push open a door before you can see that the world is truly...real!"
Sherlock reached out and pushed the black card to the edge of the table, pushing it directly under Joe's chin.
"Before I came, I judged that you have a 99% chance of becoming my disciple... When you lifted the heavy barbell in public at your coming-of-age ceremony, and then couldn't help but turn it over your head a few times, I know that you have a 99% chance of becoming my disciple."
"Joe, you are very young, you are very impulsive, and you are full of..."
Joe waved his hand impatiently and interrupted Sherlock's emotional statement.
"Stop talking nonsense. When I was studying... cough, cough... don't mention this. I mean, would you be happy to be your disciple with such an excellent talent as me?"
Sherlock was stunned for a moment, silent for a while, and nodded with a wry smile: "Of course, I will even feel honored."
"Then..." Qiao placed his right hand in front of Sherlock, rubbed his thumb, index finger and middle finger quickly, and then rubbed it again.
Sherlock shook his head with a wry smile, took out two folded white paper from the hidden bag on his chest, and gently placed it in front of Joe.
"A copy is some basic introduction to the Al organization. I cannot reveal too much to you because you are just a first-level disciple. Join Al and explore it yourself. I wish you a smooth and happy life."
"The second one is a small gift I prepared before I came, which should be very suitable for you."
"Then, let me say goodbye. I came to Tulum Port for two months, just for the transaction of Wall Chapter. Now that the transaction is completed, it is time for me to leave... If you have something to ask me, you can write a letter to No. 221 Baker Street, King of Ice Sea Capital (^_^)!"
Sherock grabbed the bowler hat hanging on the back of the chair, picked up the small pipe on the wooden table, nodded slightly to Qiao, and then turned and left.
When she walked to the door of the private room, Sherlock suddenly turned around and said, "Forgot one thing...Villeh is another disciple of mine. In the south of the Derren Empire, I only have you two disciples... Dear Joe, your family is in great power, if you want, you can take care of her more."
"Villenia, what a cute little girl!"
Sherlock tilted his head, smiled, opened the private room door, and walked out.
"Hell...Villeh? Your disciple? She is Al's man?" Joe's eyes widened, and he remembered Miss Villeh who lives on Palm Tree Street, the huge amount of wealth in her safe, and the crystal balls on the pile of banknotes!
"Oh Huo, poor Lord Yanan... He can leave Tulun Port safely, it is really the protection of his ancestors!"
"Medland's largest intelligence organization? Dear Her Majesty, if you know, that naval survey data was stored in the hands of the disciples of the largest intelligence organization in Medland's largest intelligence organization for several days... I dare to ask about your mood..."
Then, Qiao grabbed the black card in front of him with a little sadness.
"Well, I believe Miss Virenya's moral standards... She shouldn't have peeked at those materials? It's not the original materials, and it's useless to peek!"
"But it is inevitable that, perhaps, a fleet is sailing towards the three continents at this moment?" Joe rolled his eyes, covered his heart with his right hand, and murmured in a low voice: "Muteste, may you bless the empire! But... is this the responsibility of the navy? Ah, the responsibility of Felix and Heinevey?"
"Mutesthe, kindly Muthat, I take back what I said just now. This time, you don't need to bless the Empire...you go and bless the enemies of the Imperial Navy! I wish them all the best and the best!"
The sunset outside the window was setting, and Qiao lit the candles on the wooden table and picked up the first document.
As Sherlock said, it is just some of the most basic information about Al. First-level member disciples, second-level member craftsman, third-level member master. The information introduces Al's most basic title of third-level member and the meaning of this title.
Disciple, a child without knowledge, ignorant.
A craftsman is a child with certain knowledge and certain abilities.
Master, the more knowledge you have, but is confined to the vicious circle of more knowledge and more ignorance, and the child who feels pain and confusion.
"Knowledge..." Qiao's face was pitch black... talked about knowledge with him?
"Well? There is a semi-public club of the Al organization in Tulum Port?" Joe whispered the information on the white paper. The most basic introduction to the third-level membership, then an address, and that's all.
As for that club... Joe's face was a little weird.
The ‘Mask Cat Club’ is a famous carnival place in Tulun Port, where all kinds of red men and green women, wild bees and butterflies appear. Those coquettish writers, passionate poets, singers and dancers who can’t close their legs, and artists who shudder day and night, as long as they have some spare money on their hands, they will go to the ‘Mask Cat Club’ to live in a drunken and dream and squander their lives.
The elders of the "decent families" in Tulum Port will warn their younger generations - good children, stay away from the "mask cat"!
He sent the note to the candlelight and burned the white paper to ashes. Qiao opened the second document, then he suddenly widened his eyes and whistled vigorously.
"Oh, quack, don't dance..." Qiao was serious, carefully reading the information on the white paper three times, then jumped up suddenly, touching the toes of his right foot, and lightly in the private room, like a ballerina, and lightly turned around on the spot for more than ten times.
"Dear Platycodon, Platycodon..." Qiao shouted loudly.
‘Swish’, Lan Ji Kung emerged from the room directly... The window of the private room was closed and the door was closed. God knew how he suddenly rushed into the private room.
However, Qiao was used to Lan Likong's elusiveness. He handed the white paper in his hand to Lan Likong and said in a deep voice: "Dear Likong, go here to check it out. I think, the respected Lord Sherlock will not deceive me... Go, go, hurry up and see if something is wrong there."
Lan Likong glanced at the smooth and gorgeous characters on the white paper, raised her eyebrows, and jumped backwards, and her whole person disappeared into a shadow cast by the coat rack, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Qiao burned the second piece of white paper to ashes. He thought for a while with a bright and dark look on his face, took out a pocket watch from his small pocket on his chest and looked at the time.
"Seven hours left? It's time, it's time...ahha!"
Chapter completed!