Customs, Entry-Exit Administration.
Sitting in front of the dressing table, staring intently at herself in the mirror, Ogura Meiling switched from time to time with a sweet smile, a seductive smile, a pure smile, a pitiful smile, a dignified and virtuous smile...
Being able to appear here, regardless of appearance, figure, and temperament, Ogura Misuzu is undoubtedly the best choice.
As predicted at the time of departure, as soon as they entered the customs, the police in country Z directly detained these gifts in isolation.
Next, there was neither interrogation nor expulsion, and of course, there was no abuse. From the first moment of stepping into the land of country Z, 72 hours have passed, and Mirei Ogura has been locked in this suite without anyone Communicate with her.
The room is not too high-end, but it is quite exquisite and clean. The facilities are very complete. In the lounge, there are treadmills, TV sets, massage chairs, and even a pool table, books, computers, game consoles... all kinds of entertainment Equipment is also filled the entire study.
No one communicates with itself, nor does any electronic device have any network.
Such a life may be unbearable for many people.
However, for Mirei Ogura, who joined the talent agency early, received strict training, and is used to strict management, this is an extremely rare adjustment time.
7 more days...
Looking at the clock, Mirei Ogura silently counted the approximate time predicted by the firm.
There are still 7 days, I must adjust myself to the best state!
Mirei Ogura remembers very clearly what the senior executives of the firm, as well as the bureaucrats who obviously do not belong to the firm, said to themselves during the assembly:
As long as he can squeeze into Wu Qingchen's side, his younger brother, parents, close relatives, and himself—if he leaves Wu Qingchen's side—any conditions can be satisfied!
Squeeze to Wu Qingchen's side. — This is the only requirement of the firm and the bureaucrats. They don't need to do anything that may cause dissatisfaction with State Z or Mr. Wu Qingchen.
This condition is of course very generous.
However, for Mirei Ogura, who longed for a splendid stage since she was a child, and did not hesitate to accept strict training and strict contracts, the gathering of global attention made Mirei Ogura full of desire.
But now, as long as he can squeeze into Mr. Wu Qingchen's side, even if it's only for one day, no, even if it's only for one night, he will immediately gain the attention of 7 billion people!
Just thinking about this temptation makes Mirei Ogura feel hot all over.
If there is a gentleman with horns on his head and a smell of sulfur on his body, who claims to help Mirei Ogura fulfill this desire, she will immediately sign without hesitation.
Ogura, you must work hard! try hard!
Mirei Ogura cheered herself up. Another thing the bureaucrat said gave Mirei Ogura a little more hope: after years of cultural export from Japan, many East Asian men prefer a partner who is light and soft.
According to the precious information collected by Japan with all its efforts and the loss of a large number of manpower, Mr. Wu Qingchen, there are many works of similar themes in the document!
Ogura, you must work hard! Be sure to grab your chance! You know, when you signed a contract with the firm, you were going in this direction!
"Tuk tuk..."
There was a knock on the door.
Huh? Ogura Meiling turned her head in surprise.
"Tuk tuk..." There was another knock on the door.
Although she didn't have a key and didn't know she was the owner of the room, Mirei Ogura still came to her senses and said softly: "Please come in."
The door was pushed open.
Several police officers came in.
"Miss Ogura Meiling, do you have time?" The leading police officer said in fluent Japanese: "Now, there is something related to Mr. Wu that needs your assistance."
Gosh! They chose me!
Gosh! Gosh! Gosh! He really chose me!
become famous!
savior!
National treasure of Japan!
Global Idol!
A series of wonderful titles flooded Ogura Meiling's heart in an instant.
"I am honored... I am so honored." Ogura Meiling tried her best to suppress herself. She wanted to show her sweetest smile, but the expression on her face was distorted no matter how you looked at it.
Ten minutes later.
Walking out of the suite, Ogura Meiling was surprised to see that the doors of many suites in this enclosed building were opened.
On both sides, in the opposite corridor, on each floor, there are two or three girls with graceful postures and graceful bodies, walking towards the elevator under the surveillance of the police officers.
Mirei Ogura also walked towards the elevator.
In the elevator, Ogura Meiling suddenly noticed that entering this elevator and the girl who appeared in the corridor just now seemed to have a common feature.
— They are all relatively small.
So, what the firm told me is really true
Warriors of the intelligence community, thank you for your sacrifice, please continue to bless me!
Good at wearing high-waisted trousers, used to step on the inner height, proficient in makeup, good at changing expressions, clothes change age...
What else is there? The police officer leading the team hurriedly opened the minutes of the training group:
Ah, almost forgot!
Those perverts with completely opposite appearance and gender are all masters in these aspects!
Luckily, those bastards haven't had time to deport...
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Aikeli village, 57 kilometers away.
The Barony of Ackford, 21 km away.
Halfway up the hill, a small team slowly climbed up.
This team consisted of two oxen, two carts, three horses, dozens of people, and a lot of poultry and livestock.
A knight with a broad body, an iron mask on his face, and a chain mail on his body rode a tall war horse and walked in the middle of the team.
Beside the knight, two attendants in chain armor were leading the horses, looking around vigilantly.
Before and after these three gentlemen, seven or eight soldiers, carrying spears with precious iron tips on the top and a layer of leather armor on their chests, advanced slowly.
At the back of the line, three soldiers drove a large group of ragged men with bruised noses and faces tied in a string with a long rope.
A few seasoned farmers were at the end of the whole team, driving goats, geese, cows, and a cart pulled by two oxen. Inside the cart were tents, water bladders, buckwheat, peas, baskets, and agricultural implements. , two wounded, a dead body, and a handful of dishonest ones, who made noise all the way, ran around, and were finally caught and tied up as poultry.
After turning over the hills, a hillside much higher than the hills appeared in front of everyone.
It was almost dusk, and at the top of the hillside, a huge shadow cast over the entire team.
Looking at the direction of the top of the hillside, the source of the huge shadow, the nobles, soldiers, and farmers in the team were all refreshed, and their tired steps immediately became a little lighter.
"what… "
Looking at the tall creation in front of them, the captives were dumbfounded, and several of them cried out involuntarily.
"Bah!" The saliva and the spear fell on the captive at the same time: "Shut up, thief!"
The attendant on the right glanced at the soldiers who shot with admiration.
This is Fort Collins.
How could the center of the whole Fishguard parish, one of the fifteen pillars of the church, be profaned by the lowly thieves, the foul cries.
At this time, the castle has discovered the team.
In the distance, a warning bell sounded inside the castle.
The leading knight waved his hand, and a servant got on his horse and led the charge.
After about ten minutes, the rhythm of the bells slowed down a lot, but it didn't stop.
In about twenty minutes, the team reached the top of the mountain and stopped a few dozen steps away from the castle.
This is a majestic castle.
In front of it, small mortals must look up.
The castle was extremely tall, several times taller than the wooden house of the wealthiest family.
The castle occupies an extremely wide area, and it takes a long time for even the tallest farmer to walk from one end to the other.
There is not a single piece of wood on its outer wall, and most of the places are made of extremely sticky and tightly pressed mud blocks, and the base is laid by unimaginable stone blocks.
The towering watchtower, the square arrow stack, exudes a terrifying atmosphere, the moss-covered walls, and the pitted towers tell a long history.
Several warriors surrounded the two young men and appeared in the tower.
The young man standing on the left waved down: "Teacher, is that you?"
The knight patted his horse and approached, took off the iron mask, raised his head and said, "Yes, Loharin."
"Sorry, teacher."
The young man named Loharin was still looking at him carefully.
"Pastor Tobila..." Half a minute later, Loharin turned his head and said, "I can see clearly, below is my teacher."
"Yes, Pastor Loharlin..." Another young man also nodded, "I can also see clearly, the following is indeed Deacon Marta!"
"Open the door, put the drawbridge, the deacon master is back!"
The sound of the winch turning sounded, and a narrow suspension bridge was lowered, crossed the trench filled with wooden stakes, and was built in front of the team.
Stepping over the narrow drawbridge and through the same narrow doorway, the team entered the castle.
"Teacher, are you alright?" Loharin had already run down the tower, waited by the doorway, and looked at the teacher with concern: "I seem to have seen a corpse!"
"Well, I'm fine... Poor Bayonne got stabbed in the chest..."
With the assistance of the two attendants, Deacon Martha got off his horse: "Drive these damn bastards into the dungeon, and quickly carry Kiel and Nibbin to Deacon Pefors... well, and poor Bayonne ... wash him clean."
Chasing prisoners, carrying the wounded, and moving the corpses, the soldiers took action.
"What happened?" Loharin also came over and helped Marta untie the chain mail.
"No..." Hearing the students' questions, Deacon Marta gestured to the captives: "Look at these guys first..."
"Is this the thieves who attacked the reclamation point..." Loharin looked over, and the soldiers were driving the captives to the dungeon: "Hey... no, why are these guys so strong? They can't be thieves!"
"No, they are thieves." Deacon Marta smiled: "At least, Master Illus will definitely confirm that they are thieves."
"Did Illus arrange it?" Loharin clenched his fists tightly: "Damn it, I shouldn't have taken his ransom last time, I should have just smashed his head!"
"Illus would not have the courage if he was alone..." Deacon Marta shook his head, "If I'm not mistaken, Florence parish seems to dislike our reclamation site."
"These bastards! The scum of the Church!"
"Actually, it's nothing. I hope that the next time Florence Parish chooses a reclamation site, it won't be too close to us... Okay..."
Deacon Marta took down the mace and long dagger hanging on the side of the horse: "Anyway, most of the supplies at the reclamation site have been recovered... I will leave the rest to the priest."
After receiving the hammer, Loharin's hands sank slightly. Compared with when the teacher set off, the surface of the hammer was dark brown, and the pure natural anti-rust coating was much thicker.
"All right… "
After disarming all the weapons, Deacon Marta breathed a sigh of relief, "After holding it in for two days, I finally don't need to wear these things."
"Teacher, you've worked hard." Loharin said.
"Hmm..." After moving his body, Deacon Marta asked, "Is the priest there? Is evening prayer over?"
"It's over... the priest should still be in the church now."
"Okay, I'll go see him."
"Teacher..." Loharin suddenly called Deacon Marta in a low voice.
What's wrong? What's the matter
Marta turned her head and asked with her eyes.
"Well..." Loharin looked around slightly.
"Yeah." Marta also nodded slightly, "You go back and wait for me."
About an hour or so later, Deacon Marta walked into Loharrin's room.
There was no attendant by Deacon Marta's side, and when he entered the room, Loharin quickly closed the door.
Turning around, Loharin first asked Marta to sit down, then moved a box, and pulled out a parchment scroll from the crack in the wall behind it.
"Teacher, please look at this."
Five minutes later, Talma's arms, which were always steady as a rock, smashed the heads of tax-resistant lowdowns, damned thieves, rebellious knights, and other parish priests—of course, this is very occasional and quite secretive. , began to tremble slightly: "This... is this true? What Praia said, is it true?"
"Yes, what Brother John said is true..."
Loharin nodded solemnly, "Teacher, look at this again."
With that said, Loharin walked to the wall behind the box again, and carefully took out another item from the hole in the wall inch by inch.
Turning around slowly, walking slowly to Talma, Loharin slowly, even piously, put the several chome stalks in his hand to the teacher he and Praia shared, In front of Deacon Talma.
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