In fact, this matter is not caused by the Leshi Department looking for trouble, but because everyone has become accustomed to each other's manipulations.
Everyone's luck seems to be worse than the last!
Ye Qingxuan knew how unlucky he was, he would be chased and chopped down when he walked on the street.
Not to mention Bai Xi's luck, Xiaer was even worse: he got one of the top six in the first round of drawing, which almost caused the Leshi Department to overturn.
As a foreign aid, Brother Stool refused to draw lots on their behalf and disappeared at the critical moment.
In desperation, he had no choice but to send his eldest brother Lao Fei to draw lots.
With Lao Fei's luck in picking up dozens of dollars from time to time, no matter how bad the situation is, it won't be worse than what they did themselves.
Soon, the drawing of lots for each group was completed, and everyone grabbed the nameplate numbers in their hands and began to urgently check the arrangements for the next duel.
Soon, registration ends and all upcoming matchups are shown on the list.
"09?"
Glenn looked down at the number plate in his hand, looked at the opponents on the list, and finally looked in the direction of the Royal Music School in shock.
After seeing Banner and the elite graduates around him, his face suddenly turned dark and he cursed in a low voice.
Everyone immediately gloated: It seemed that the two teams from the Academy of Change were going to fail one after another in the two days before the start of the game.
Elsa from Summoning Academy whistled and looked at the other team from Revelation Academy out of the corner of her eye.
As she looked at him, the team leader's face suddenly turned pale: The Revelation School was not going to fight head-on, let alone a lunatic like the Summoning School who likes to use human sea tactics
The musician who raises monsters in his head is more or less neurotic. As the leader, Elsa is the leader among lunatics. It is said that the team she is dueling with today has completely withdrawn from the competition due to too many losses...
He was already counting how long they could survive this madwoman.
After the competition was arranged, each team leader looked for his opponent according to his own number, either rejoicing or whining.
In the end, after the six major teams verified each other, they discovered that... none of the teams wanted to face the Leshi Department in tomorrow's game? !
Suddenly, everyone's eyes fell on the big golden retriever dog, with hatred and jealousy in their eyes, wanting to know who had bitten this big fat piece of Leshi Department.
Facing those complicated looks, Lao Fei snorted from his nostrils, and without even looking at the list, he directly threw the numbered card in his mouth under the stage.
Ye Qingxuan took it without hesitation, and when he saw it, he was stunned: "No way, Lao Fei..."
"Let me take a look, let me take a look!" Charles also came to join in the fun, but after seeing it, he was completely silent and speechless.
I don't know whether to cry or laugh.
"What's going on?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at him. The complexity of their expressions and the entanglement in their eyes had reached a new level.
Seeing the expressions of the two people, people on the stage suddenly started to whisper. In the end, Elsa raised her eyebrows and shouted at her little brother:
"What do you mean you don't know? Go and find out! Who is their opponent... Who the hell wants to compete with me for this piece of fat? They just don't know how to live or die!"
"No need to check."
Bart suddenly said, "The results are out."
In just a few minutes, Bart had already confirmed it in his mind by counting the numbers present, and by comparing the arrangements on the list, he had come to a conclusion in his mind.
In fact, to be honest, Bart still has some talents in the school of revelation, especially in the processing of information and the summary of intelligence. In just a few minutes, he had already guessed the result through various clues.
Hearing his voice, everyone looked over and saw the tree chart list in his hand.
At the end of the list, there is a lonely number, 035, hanging there. This is an embarrassing odd number, and it seems that there is no way to match it, and no opponent has been arranged.
"Are you kidding?" Glenn's expression was stiff.
The corner of Elsa's mouth twitched, "Is it impossible?"
"Bye."
Bart's face was livid and he gritted his teeth.
"—They got a bye."
As soon as she said this, everyone looked at Elsa: It was this guy who forced a small team to the point of being reduced to the point where they couldn't even get enough people to play, and finally retired sadly.
That’s right, one spot is missing.
Therefore, there will inevitably be a team that cannot find an opponent and advance directly to the next round... But what kind of bullshit luck is this!
And the one who came to draw lots was a dog!
Seeing the fat piece of meat that was about to bite into their mouths flying away with wings, the expressions of the leaders of the top six teams changed, and they already wanted to tear that bastard alive who had withdrawn from the competition!
Lao Fei watched the group of them fall into silence with cold eyes, said another "scoff" from his nostrils, and then turned around and left.
Humph, a bunch of weaklings.
And Ye Qingxuan and the others no longer knew what to say.
Even a dog has better luck than me. Although Lao Fei is not an ordinary dog, he has a subtle sense of frustration that he has been defeated in every aspect!
"Decided!"
Ye Qingxuan slapped his thigh: "From now on, all the drawing work will be done by Lao Fei!"
May the almighty Lao Fei fool you!
…
However, the good mood did not last long.
Just when Ye Qingxuan was in an excited mood and the music and history department was cheering. Outside the crowd, a man wearing a postman's uniform came on horseback.
After asking around the people around him, he looked in the direction of the young man, squeezed through the crowd, took a look at Ye Qingxuan, and asked in a low voice:
"Are you Chief Ye?"
"Yes, it's me." Ye Qingxuan asked doubtfully, "What's the matter?"
"I have an urgent letter from you."
The postman took out a letter covered with wax paint from his backpack. Ye Qingxuan's address and name were written on it in Juan Xiu's smooth handwriting. The three square characters were also marked with the pronunciation of Common Chinese.
Moreover, the envelope was stamped with a coat of arms that was very familiar to Ye Qingxuan.
"Laura?"
Feeling the jealous glances directed at him from all around, as well as Bai Xi's unhappy look, Ye Qingxuan felt his scalp numb.
What else is she trying to do
…
…
Late night, Lower Town, one of Avalon's abandoned ports.
The seawater mixed with a large amount of industrial waste is filled with a foul smell and has a thick oil film floating on it.
The light of the wind lantern shines on the oil film, refracting a sickening rainbow light.
In the fishy sea breeze, the seawater beats against the rotten wooden piles, making a hollow echo.
A rickety man with a scarred face stood in front of the dock holding a cane, holding a wind lantern in his hand.
The shadow of his hunched back left an ugly projection in the thick fog. From a distance, it looked like some beast gnawing on the corpse.
Under the illumination of the wind lantern, his pupils under the shadow of his hat flickered, looking around warily, waiting quietly.
In the distant mist, someone seemed to chuckle.
In an instant, the hunchbacked man turned around in surprise, took out a crossbow from his arms, and pointed it at the surroundings:
"Who is where!"
"I."
Behind him, someone was possessing him, whispering softly in his ear: "Don't get excited, put that little toy away."
Hearing that familiar voice, the hunchbacked man was stunned for a moment, slowly put away his crossbow, and whispered angrily:
"Master Holmes, why are you trying to scare a loser like me?"
"Just saying hello. After all, he is the former Rat King. There is no reason why he should be scared, right?"
The visitor chuckled lightly, leaned on his cane, lifted the brim of his hat, and exposed his eyes.
It was Ye Qingxuan.
He was invited.
At dusk, Laura's letter pushed Ye Qingxuan to the forefront of the limelight again, and the reputation of "seduce the teacher" was completely confirmed in countless rumors.
But he didn't expect that the letter that Laura worked hard to deliver in front of everyone actually asked him to run errands for her.
"I haven't been in a good mood these past two days and I don't want to go out to get the express. Tonight you go to Pier 19 and help me pick something up. The mouse will lead you."
At the end of the letter, there was a line of particularly ambiguous handwriting that read: Remember to move quickly, I have prepared a candlelight dinner.
Also comes with a lip print.
Candlelight dinner is nothing! The so-called candlelight dinner is Laura’s dinner, right? ! Just tell me when you are hungry...
Ye Qingxuan had already imagined that he was lying on the dinner plate, tied into a ball. Laura picked up the knife and fork, opened the red lips covering the lower lip mark, and ate happily.
He sighed and stopped thinking about those things. Instead, they waited for the arrival of the ship.
Soon, on the sea, a burst of light shone through the invisible thick fog. It was a necessary fog light for sailing in heavy fog.
In the rhythmic flickering of lights, the Rat King raised his wind lantern and responded to the code skillfully.
Soon, the shadow of a ship appeared in the fog, coming silently.
"Didn't expect you still have people who can be used?"
Ye Qingxuan sighed in surprise, "I thought the shaman had wiped out all the Rat Society."
"After all, I was once the leader of the Rat Club and had some smuggling resources. It's not surprising."
The Rat King took a deep look at Ye Qingxuan and said calmly: "Besides, as a human being, you must always leave yourself a way out. The cusp of the storm is not a good place."
"Really?" Ye Qingxuan chuckled, "It seems that you didn't leave a way out for yourself."
Thinking of being mercilessly betrayed by his employer, the Rat King's expression became ugly and he stopped talking.
Soon, the ship docked.
The shirtless black-haired men were carrying a large box and pedaling ashore. Behind them, the gray-haired captain was also waiting to come ashore.
He looked at the Rat King and Ye Qingxuan before looking away.
"Second son, put your things down and go back to the boat."
The old man gave instructions to the sailors in an oriental language, and faced the two of them with a smile.
Ye Qingxuan was also stunned for a moment. He did not expect that this smuggler turned out to be an Oriental. The old man smiled and handed a list to the Rat King, and spoke in proficient Western common language:
"Everything the professor ordered is here. Do you want to take a look first?"
"You guys are half a month late." The Rat King rolled his eyes and looked at him: "A full half month."
"The professor's requirements are too harsh. Even scrapped products are not easy to get."
The old man Dongfang said hoarsely: "The workshops under the control of the 'Shaofu' are managed according to military law. Smuggling these things will kill my head, and I am not the only one. You have to let me think about my family. "
"How's the condition?"
"It's better than expected. Taile Department happened to eliminate a batch of them."
"very good."
After inspecting the contents of the iron box, the Rat King nodded with satisfaction and threw a leather bag over.
The old man used the fog light on the bow of the boat to open the leather bag and examine it. Under the fog light, the lapis lazuli in the bag reflected an intoxicating light.
It is no exaggeration to say that the lapis lazuli gravel in this skin alone is worth hundreds of thousands of pounds. The old man smiled and put away his skin:
"The professor is always so generous and never disappoints."
Speaking of this, he showed a curious look:
"The last time I came here, the struggle for Avalon was already heating up. I wonder what's going on now? Many of the Rat Club's lines are broken, and now few people in the east are willing to run the Avalon line. , If it weren’t for the professor being an old customer, I wouldn’t be willing to come. Brother Sam, do you know what’s going on?”
The Rat King's expression turned ugly and he said nothing.
"The Rat Society no longer exists." Ye Qingxuan said lightly, "You should change your cooperation partner."
The old man was stunned, "Who is the winner?"
"Shaman."
Hearing Ye Qingxuan's response, the old man looked a little shocked. He obviously knew the conflict between the shaman and the professor, and he looked hesitant:
"Then professor..."
"died."
Ye Qingxuan said coldly. No matter what, now the professor is dead, and only Laura survives.
He couldn't let the news that the professor was still alive get to the shaman's ears.
Hearing the cold voice of the mysterious man, the old man was stunned for a moment and looked up at him. He always thought that this man was the Rat King's follower, but he never thought that he was the real person in charge.
But when he looked into that person's eyes, he found that that person was also looking at him.
The pupils under the top hat were hidden in the shadows, reflecting the pale fog and dim fog lights, like will-o'-the-wisps in the abyss, exuding a biting cold aura.
It's like an abyss exuding infinite gravity.
"Now I am the professor's replacement. If you still want to do this business, please keep your mouth shut. Pay special attention to..."
Ye Qingxuan paused for a moment, and there was a chilling tone in his hoarse voice:
"-Don't ask questions."
The late night chill blew in the sea breeze, stinging the old man's eyes, causing him to look away in panic and nodded quickly:
"Yes, I took the liberty."
He lowered his head and no longer looked at the shadow in the mist that could not even be illuminated by light.
Now that the transaction was completed, the ship soon unloaded anchor again. The next stop was Birmingham, where there was still a whole warehouse of silk to be unloaded.
At the end, he took a careful look at the shadow, took out a brocade-covered thorn from his arms, and offered it with both hands:
"Dare you ask the envoy's name?"
"Holmes, just call me Holmes."
The shadow responded to him in oriental words, with a soft voice that seemed to hide the darkness behind the entire city:
"-But some people like to call me 'The Evil Spirit of Vengeance'."