"My master has strict requirements on the chef's skills. However, once he takes a fancy to you, the reward will definitely not be less."
Mr. Butler said in a calm tone, "When will you be able to provide us with these personnel?"
Mr. Hai said calmly, "That depends on your specific needs. If the total number of people is within 20, excluding the chef, then I can provide personnel within these three days."
"More than twenty people, but less than fifty, including the cook. Then, I can complete the job in less than two weeks."
"If there are more than fifty people, it will take longer. Alternatively, we can provide you with the required personnel one by one."
Mr. Butler said cheerfully, "We need about thirty guards, and about ten to twenty servants of various types, including the cooks. The number should be controlled within fifty."
"No problem. I can complete this commission within two weeks. You just need to give me the address where the person will be handed over, as well as the specific information of the person who will be handing over the work."
'Mr. Hai' made the promise readily.
The butler nodded and asked, "Then what do you want us to pay? You were able to raise so many people in two weeks. You are not the kind of person who cares about money, right?"
Mr. Hai laughed heartily and answered the question: "As expected of Mr. Butler, you are good at observation. However, for this transaction, I will use a gold bar as a reward. I hope that this will gain the goodwill of your master."
"Very fair. Besides, my master would certainly be happy to make the acquaintance of a man like Mr. Hai who has a rich network of contacts."
One gold bar, according to the fortress's exchange rate, is equivalent to 5,000 contribution points.
The transactions involved in the secret party were often worth tens of thousands, which was indeed not a lot. But considering that Mr. Hai only provided guards and servants, not soldiers or even ascenders.
So, as the 'steward' said, it's fair.
In addition, Mr. Hai asked for gold bars instead of contribution points as compensation. In this case, he must have come from outside the fortress, so he needed something that can be circulated everywhere.
Mr. Butler was recruiting people for his master, and it was not difficult to judge that they also came from outside the fortress. What was needed were guards, servants, and attention to food.
Such a person is probably a businessman, but since he can attend secret parties, he is probably not an ordinary businessman.
at last.
Tian Yang calmly observed the 'Miss Fox' sitting opposite him. Judging from her figure, skin condition, behavior and other aspects, the boy felt that the woman should not be very old.
Her skin is especially delicate, like it has been soaked in milk, with a tight texture. This is different from the women in the Gulf region, who are exposed to the sea breeze all year round, and the skin of ordinary people is dark and rough.
Only sublimators can guarantee the condition of their skin. People like Kotori and Xun are young and sublimators, so their skin conditions are very good.
However, this woman had no special aura and no class emblem. She was most likely an ordinary person, so she might have come from outside the fortress.
There were three guests from outside the fortress at tonight's party, which made Tianyang sigh that the Skyfort was gradually becoming lively.
"I want to know something."
Changing the voice to a deeper one, with some kind of magic, Tian Yang said in the mask: "I don't know
"Have you ever heard of the 'Twilight Slate'?"
He asked casually, without any hope. He just thought that since he was a guest from outside the fortress, he should be well-informed and might know relevant news.
If the guest knows, that would be the best, and he can collect information about the Dusk Slate. And, it can also improve the status of the "Death God".
If they don't know, it will leave a mysterious feeling to the guests, which will also help to shape the character.
Simply put, the Dusk Slate is a secret that even the church has to keep secret. The fact that this word can be used alone highlights the high status of the God of Death.
What surprised Tianyang was that as soon as he asked the question, 'Miss Fox', who was sitting quietly on the side, actually jumped up and let out a light cry under the mask in a nervous and surprised tone.
"Mr. Death actually knows about the Dusk Slate!"
Tian Yang nodded slightly with some reservation: "I know a little bit."
Miss Fox adjusted her breathing, sat down again, and asked expectantly, "I know about it, and I can provide it to Mr. Death."
"I wonder if Mr. Death can provide me with an assassination as a reward?"
Tian Yang said decisively: "I have my own principles."
The powerful god of death will not be bound by anything and will always adhere to his own principles.
Miss Fox's tone was filled with disappointment. "Okay, but if Mr. Death knows about the Dusk Slate, then he should also know its value."
"In that case, what does Mr. Death intend to use to pay for the message?"
"Let me make it clear first, I don't accept gold bars or contribution points."
Tianyang was prepared, he took out a box and opened it. Inside was a blue whip, and as soon as it appeared, the whole hall was filled with a chill that made people shiver.
That's exactly what the King of Bones left behind.
Blue Hunter!
This relic was of no use to him, and he had originally intended to sell it on the gray market. Now he was just taking it out as payment for the information.
"How about a relic from the Crack?"
There was no need to identify it. Just the blue light flowing on the whip and the chill in the room made it clear that this relic was not simple.
Miss Fox shouted without even thinking, "Deal!"
Tianyang nodded and looked at Bidou: "We need a space where we can communicate."
"plz follow me."
Bidou led the way and took Tianyang and the other person into a separate room: "We have made arrangements here so that people outside cannot hear the sounds inside. You two can check it out."
"No need." Tianyang said casually. Tianyang still had some trust in the Hunger Party.
So Bidou closed the door, leaving only Tianyang and 'Miss Fox' in the room.
The room was small but comfortably furnished and had a wine cabinet.
'Miss Fox' walked to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of wine: "Would you like some?"
Tianyang sat down in silence, and said in a low voice: "I don't want to waste time."
"Mr. Death, don't you have any hobbies in your daily life?" The woman seemed to be complaining that Tianyang was unromantic.
"Hobby?"
Tian Yang deliberately made his voice cold and released a bit of murderous intent: "Of course there is, but you definitely don't want to know."
'Miss Fox' trembled slightly, thinking of the name 'Death God', and seemed to guess what his so-called hobby was.
Crazy and powerful, but at the same time has enough restraint. What a contradictory person.
But... fascinating.
Miss Fox finally poured herself a small glass of wine and sat on a sofa opposite Tianyang: "The Dusk Slate can be said to be one of the most secret things in the world."
"The first piece of information I can provide to Mr. Death is that the Dusk Slate records important secrets, secrets related to the Reverse Realm. But the secrets recorded in the Dusk Slate are far more than that. Someone once said that once the secrets on the slate are leaked, it will cause a huge turmoil for the entire world!"
"If there is a first, there will be a second."
Tian Yang reminded him, "I am listening. Your first message, without any specific content, sounds very important. In fact, it does not bring any benefit to me."
Miss Fox chuckled in her mask: "Mr. Death is really strict. Well, this first piece of news will only serve as an introduction."
"Next."
"It is unknown how many Dusk Slates there are, but the four major churches and even those super fortresses are all secretly collecting them. Among them, the Church of the Lord of War has four slates, the Church of the Goddess of Glory has two, and the other two churches have one each."
"As for the super fortresses, the Radiant Fortress owns two, and the Emerald Fortress owns one. I heard that the Sky Fortress owns one, but it's not confirmed yet, so I'm not sure."
"How's it going, Mr. Death? Did you gain anything from this news?"
"anything else?"
Tianyang did not answer her question directly, but urged her.
Miss Fox said in an aggrieved tone: "Mr. Death, this is one of the world's most secretive things. Do you think it's just cabbage?"
"It's not easy to collect these two pieces of information."
Tian Yang was unmoved and said, "If that's all, it's not enough for me to use that relic as payment for the relevant information."
Miss Fox smiled bitterly, "Mr. Death is really smart. All right. I will continue to collect relevant information for you. I promise to "pay" you at least two pieces of information equivalent to the Dusk Slate in future parties."
"It's for one year. Is that okay?"
Tianyang stood up and said, "Okay, you owe me two pieces of news. I hope you don't forget."
"Won't."
Miss Fox said as if warning herself: "I know very well what will happen to those who owe you money and don't pay it back."
It seemed that although she was an outsider, she was well aware of what was happening in the fortress.
She must also be engaged in intelligence trafficking, so she was able to collect information about the "Dusk Slate".
Just as Tianyang was about to leave, the woman said again: "Mr. Death should not be very old, even though his voice sounds very deep and his actions reveal his sophistication."
"But you smell young."
Tianyang's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect that a woman could make such a judgment based on his smell.
But he didn't panic, and said calmly: "If I want, I can stay like this forever."
"Besides, randomly testing a stranger is not necessarily a good habit."