The temperature is getting colder and colder, and the winter in Fort Heidra is so unpleasant.
In the morning, there were only some biting raindrops falling from the sky. In the afternoon, the raindrops had turned into small ice residue. Experienced locals in Fort Heidra knew that a heavy snow was approaching.
Qiao Xiance rode to the head office of the Royal Bank of Imperial China, took millions of gold marks of cash, rented a private vault, and stored a large amount of banknotes and gold coins in the private vault.
In this process that outsiders seemed a little confused, one million cash had disappeared without a trace.
Qiao also got a small piece of paper as scheduled, which recorded some strange materials and how to use these materials to purify and strengthen the entire process of using the Dark Elves and Refining Elves potions.
Standing in a small vault about ten feet long and wide, Qiao shook the small note in his hand and asked suddenly: "If I hand over this piece of paper to the Empire... how much do you think it is worth?"
Laplacie was silent for a long time, and after a while, he muttered a little hesitantly: "My 'think' about 'people'... This question is very complicated, and I don't want to waste my energy on this question... This is not knowledge, Crimson, this is not knowledge!"
Joe shook the small note on his hand, and gradually a bright crimson glow flashed in his eyes: "Laplahi, do you say, is it possible that I bought the knowledge from you with a million gold marks, and someone would be willing to exchange for ten million, or even more?"
Laplacie was silent for a long time again, and then he hesitated and muttered: "Maybe, is it? If you can do it... then, whatever you want... I am absolutely fair Laplacie. The price of your purchase of knowledge is absolutely fair and reasonable... Outside this, how much profit can you make, that is your business!"
Qiao raised the small note in his hand and kissed him gently.
He carried a suitcase full of cash, opened the thick vault door and strode out. The VIP manager of the Royal Bank head office, with four big and powerful guards, slowly closed the vault door behind Qiao.
Leaving the headquarters of the Royal Bank, Qiao rushed to a distance, just on the east side of the Hydra Palace, in the southeast corner of the Royal Theater, a three-story building with a very historical vicissitudes and a solemn and conservative charm of the Derren Empire.
The gray granite exterior walls, dark brown roof tiles, and the window frames on the exterior walls are all made of oak. The years of wind, frost, rain and dew have turned the oak window frames into dark black. The entire building looks inconspicuous at all, but this is the largest semi-public stronghold of the Al organization in Fort Heidra.
Whispering Forest Club, very interesting name.
As its name suggests, everyone in the entire building speaks softly, moves softly, and behaves naturally. It is not as smoky as the Mask Cat Club in Tulum Port, nor is it as pretentious as the September Club in Ruhr City, and it is deliberately pretending to be aloof and deliberately showing a mysterious feeling.
It felt like a very ordinary high-class social place. Even Qiao was not embarrassed at the gate. He said the word "Al" and said that he had something to ask for help, so he walked in smoothly with more than a dozen people.
When entering the door, the gatekeeper just reminded Qiao and his party not to make a big fuss here and not to disrupt the good order here.
When you walk into the Whisper Forest Club, you will see an oak notice board with dozens of documents posted on it, including club functional guidance, some rewards, information for help, and some exchanges and transaction appeals.
At the top of the notice board, there is a line of eye-catching silver handwriting telling all visitors that the information on the notice board is incomplete. If there are more or more advanced requests, you can go to the front desk to ask for help from professional service staff.
Behind the notice board is a rotunda with a diameter of more than 200 feet. Facing the notice board and against the wall is a semicircular stone counter. Behind the notice board, there are more than a dozen girls with slim figures, beautiful faces, and neat uniforms standing behind them.
All of these girls have long hair loose, and the black uniforms on them look a bit like Army dresses, but they have made exquisite changes in many details. After wearing them, these girls look taller and more convex and more attractive out of thin air.
A few well-dressed young men stood in front of the counter, chatting with the girl in front of them without saying a word.
Qiao saw at a glance that these guys had nothing serious about it. They just fell in love with the looks of the girls behind the counter and hooked up here - the little girl.
A group of dandy scum who are not doing their jobs.
Qiao shook the heavy suitcase in his hand, curled the corners of his mouth, and glanced at the young people with a sarcasm.
With his head held high and his chest raised, he walked to the counter with big strides. Qiao smiled at the girl with a light golden hair color behind the counter, a little natural wavy curl, a beautiful and gentle face, and a rather elegant and pleasant temperament.
It's inexplicable that since the spiritual sea was opened up and the IQ was improved to normal level, when Qiao saw these beautiful girls, he always felt his heartbeat a little faster and his blood flow rate was also a little faster.
This change happened in the past two days, and Qiao was a little confused and puzzled about it.
However, he has a powerful "crystal red" instinct. He can suppress these things such as sudden heartbeat and blood flow that appear inexplicably, relying on his instinct.
However, the young lady who looked only two years older than Qiao... She just smiled slightly, and Qiao couldn't help but shine, her eyes opened, revealing a row of sharp teeth.
The ambiguous sonnets that Gorkin once wrote, which had long been forgotten by Joe, came out in his mind inexplicably...
Qiao Weiwei leaned against the counter and smiled brightly at the light-blond girl: "A girl as beautiful as a lark above the prairie under the blue sky... can she help me, who is confused, find the direction to the other side?"
Ya and Mr. Si Gengsi shuddered and the two of them took a step back subconsciously, looking at Qiao like a ghost!
Damn it...
Such words should not be said from Joe!
At that moment, the two of them thought that Gorkin, the eldest young master who was fighting in the Lanyin Corridor, had run back!
This kind of exaggerated and romantic discourse can only be said in the entire Weitu family... The eldest young master of Weitu family, however, was able to hold roses, light candles, and play the violin on the balcony of the girl's house at the age of fourteen!
But this kind of thing happened to Qiao... Is Qiao... a ghost?
Ya looked at Mr. Si Gengsi. He opened his mouth slightly and asked Mr. Si Gengsi with his lips, did he have shown Qiao some messy and inappropriate urban novels these two days?
Mr. Si Gengsi stared at his teeth with an innocent look on his face. He did nothing, he swore!
The girl behind the counter laughed 'puff'.
To be honest, although Qiao has become a little fatter and too taller, his appearance is not ugly. Instead, because of his round face, he has an indescribable affinity.
Moreover, although he is so huge that he is as huge as a wild bear, it is obvious that he is very young, and it can even be said that he is very immature... Because his skin has become too fair, many people may even misunderstand that Joe may be only fifteen or sixteen years old?
"Dear sir, is there anything I can help you? Whisper Forest Club, I am willing to use my greatest enthusiasm to help all friends who come to visit." The girl's eyes were bent into two small crescent moons with smiles.
The other dozen girls behind the counter, especially those who were pestered by several playboys, all looked at this side.
Compared to these boring little playboys, Jo undoubtedly feels much more comfortable.
Especially... the dozen entourages followed behind Qiao, just by looking at the clothes and temperament of these people, you can tell that Qiao is of extraordinary origin.
"I need some strange goods." Qiao gently placed the cowhide suitcase three feet long, two feet wide and five inches thick on the counter, making a muffled bang: "For example, the Abyss Dragon Claw Grass... I know that the Al organization has great magical powers. I have had extremely friendly communication with the Al organization in Tulun Port and Ruhr City."
Several playboys keenly felt the changes in expressions of the girls behind the counter. All of these "little bitches" were focused on Qiao.
Several playboys leaning against the counter stood up straight. They looked at each other and thought about who would come forward to touch Qiao's background. Playboys also have rules of doing things. Before they could find out Qiao's background, the playboys were not all idiots who took action when they met!
Qiao coughed gently, he untied the large cloak covered outside and handed it to the back.
A family guard took Joe's cloak.
Several playboys stared at the eyes of shock, staring at the medals hanging on Qiao with a dull look on their faces, the Medal of Thorns, the Medal of Merit of Wolf, the Medal of Silver Oak Leaf of Merit of Merit... It's all, and the golden three-headed snake medal hanging on the neckline.
A few playboys turned around and left without saying a word.
It’s a hell today. There are raspians crossing the river at Whispering Forest Club. You should not stay in a place of right and wrong for a long time, so it’s better to leave quickly.
Qiao looked down at the police uniform on her body, then touched the several medals hanging on her body, and suddenly grinned. He finally understood the persuasion of the first-level police general - young people, sometimes they should not be too low-key.
Why do you have to fight the troubles that can be solved with medals?
‘Pa’!
A crisp slap sounded, and the huge hall echoed this heavy slap.
A rampant voice suddenly rang out: "Villenia, you little bitch from the countryside, you have to attend my private dinner after you accept my sponsorship... In Heidra Fort, you will do whatever I ask you to do!"
‘Villeh’?
Qiao suddenly widened his eyes and turned around with a "swish".
Mr. Ya and Mr. Sigrens were faster than Joe - "Ville"? Is it that Ville? They are all loyal fans of Miss Ville, the opera star in Tulum Port!
In the huge hall, the petite Miss Virenya was wrapped in a thick mink cloak and stood tremblingly near the gate. A young man in gorgeous clothes and seven or eight companions surrounded her from all directions.
Chapter completed!