"First time to Noah?"
At this moment, an old man wearing a top hat smiled and asked gently behind the delicious wind goose.
Delicious Wind Goose raised his eyebrows, put down the wooden box in his hand, and politely saluted the old man: "Yes, old sir. May I have any offense?"
After all, this is the capital of the kingdom.
The ghost knows if this old man is a big shot out for a stroll...
"You're wondering about this collection box."
The old man said casually, took out a silver coin from his pocket and skillfully threw it in.
And picked up a newspaper next to him, flipped through it carefully and replied casually: "This is Noah's custom. After all, Sir Silver is the god of trade, and he usually stays in Noah. This is his eyelid under.
"Businessmen who come and go, no matter how arrogant they are in the place, they must be humble and polite when they come to Noah. No one dares to lose their temper, and everyone is very disciplined... After all, Sir Silver will go around when he is free. , to buy something. The store that can be bought by Silver Sir, everyone believes that the next year will have good luck.
"The old Noahs have basically seen Sir Silver once or twice. They can recognize him when they see him, but when businessmen from other places see him for the first time, it is difficult not to recognize him immediately. So it's better to tell everyone They are very respectful... After all, Sir Silver stays here, and his God will come back occasionally."
… understandable, understandable.
Delicious Wind Goose nodded deeply.
Those who do business, it is precisely because they have eaten this bowl of rice that they can understand that their business depends on their fate.
The few bosses he knew were more or less superstitious, not to mention how pious they were. If you pass by and see gods and Buddhas, you will go in to worship if you are not in a hurry; when you see the image of Guan Erye when you go to bars or nightclubs, you still have to go there to burn a few incense sticks.
As far as Meimeifenggo knows, Longjing tea has a large Buddha statue and ancestral hall in his home, and his grandfather would change the tributes when he was free at home.
— not to mention the real, and working, God of Wealth.
And Sir Silver is a living God of Wealth.
Such a God of Wealth lives in this city, so it may not appear anywhere. Even if they knew that the other party had no reason against them, the merchants would not dare to make trouble here.
Pointing to the newspaper rack, the old man said, "Thirty or forty years ago, newspapers were still sold for one silver coin. The final profit was also used to maintain the operation of church schools... But His Highness the Pope of this generation is very smart.
"To cater to merchants who want to suck up to them, but don't want to take their money. Just set up a lot of donation boxes in the city.
"The ones in front of the newspapers are donated to church schools; the collection boxes on the subway side are donated to families whose breadwinners have been lost; the collection boxes at the entrance of concert halls and theaters are used to raise orphans. "
"This His Highness the Pope is a good man."
Delicious Wind Goose couldn't help but said softly.
"Yes."
The old man sighed, and handed the newspaper to the delicious wind goose: "I finished reading...the newspaper is for you.
"You can put it back if you want to finish it, or take it away. I have already paid you... The standard price is one silver coin per share."
The old man smiled kindly and pulled his top hat: "Welcome to Noah, young man."
The delicious wind goose was stunned for a while, and the old man had already walked away.
He hurriedly shouted loudly from behind: "Thank you!"
Seeing the old man waved his hand, he left quickly.
His expression was a little strange.
This old man's legs and feet are too nimble... Could this be some kind of big shot
He shook his head, picked up the box and walked forward while flipping through the newspaper.
"Well, the food tax has been raised for the second time in ten years? The last time was half a year ago? Is this going to war
"The price of wool has risen for the third time... The latest clothing style of the fashion master... Oh, it's not ugly. But it also feels normal. Tsk, do you want to find a player who learns fashion design...
"The well-known painter Nigel Elliott claims that 'Paper Girl' has recently arrived in Noah? Huh, Paper Girl is still a god? Absolutely, can you write directly about the gods in the newspaper
"—Holy shit, Zhi Ji is so pretty! I love it!"
Delicious Wind Goose couldn't help but groan again.
Because there is actually a portrait of Zhi Ji in this newspaper—although it is black and white. There is also a note under the picture that this drawing is provided by that "Nigel Elliott".
The painter's perspective is projected from the side.
"Paper Girl" seemed to be called by him, she frowned slightly and looked around suspiciously. The painter even perfectly drew the tight upper body clothes when Zhi Ji turned her head back.
She puts it in her pocket with her right hand, while she holds a pen in her left hand as if holding a dagger.
The soft but indifferent face with a sense of distance, the light-colored long straight hair hanging down to the waist, the two lightning-like dragon horns protruding upwards on the forehead, and the slender collarbone can be vaguely covered. The dragon scale... looks immature like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.
But that mature and indifferent temperament, as well as her high breasts, made her look like a mature and steady adult woman. The drawing board on her back, and a row of 17 or 18 pens of different models and sizes stuck in her waist like a sword straddle her waist, which not only gives people a sense of literature and art, but also brings a strong abnormality. feel.
It was different from when he saw Sir Silver.
If we say, Sir Silver looks like an exceptionally cheerful young man. Although she is considered handsome and unrestrained, it is difficult to see at a glance when thrown in the crowd... Zhi Ji is the type that can be seen at a glance no matter how many people there are, and it is difficult to look away.
Stunningly beautiful - just looking at it can be mesmerizing.
When Mei Meifeng'e was carefully admiring Zhi Ji's portrait, he had already walked through a street and arrived at an intersection under martial law. There are eight people under martial law alone.
He could already see... the manor that could be seen half a street away.
This should be the home of the third prince.
Seeing the delicious wind goose passing by, two people walked over immediately, and the remaining six lowered the muzzles of their rifles slightly.
"Do you have an appointment?"
one of them asked politely.
The two of them each hold a jade tablet. The person who asked the question was holding a pamphlet in his hand.
"Delicious Wind Goose."
Delicious Goose paused, and replied: "My name is Delicious Fenggo, from Dongshuigang. There should be an appointment."
But after the jade plaque flashed, the two people looked at each other.
This made Delicious Wind Goose suddenly feel a little bad—
Four of the six came up and pointed guns at him.
"Please don't act rashly, sir."
The person who asked the question was still polite.
But as the only security guard without a gun, he stepped back cautiously, and continued to speak: "Our records show that you entered the city illegally and did not register normally when you entered the city.
"Please go with them and temporarily stay in a specific safe room to wait for three days. We will also temporarily confiscate the belongings you bring and ask professionals to test them. During this period, we will provide you with free food and hot water.
"If we verify your identity with 'One-Eyed Crow' and confirm your innocence, these items will be returned in full.
The security guard smiled gently: "Please believe in the credit of His Highness Philip. We will not steal or check your personal belongings at will..."
... So it was.
The delicious wind goose glanced at the other party in silence, put down the box in silence, and turned to the right from the intersection under the close supervision of the four of them.
— He sensed something from the other party's tone.
Is this... a delivery
No wonder they put me down two blocks away.
Can't I be allowed to enter His Royal Highness Philip's mansion and add a stain to him? So to deliver the goods in this way...
Really be careful.
but…
Delicious Wind Goose narrowed its eyes slightly.
You didn't tell me such an important thing, but you gave me the "devil's blood" that would cause accidents if found out.
... After all, I still haven't escaped.
Afterwards, the Delicious Wind Goose was sent into a villa the size of the City Lord's Mansion.
But instead of letting him live in this villa... Instead, they continued to escort him down in silence. But after entering the villa, the others were less polite—they confiscated their weapons, and took off their coat, shoes, and the cursed load of Delicious Wind Goose, then pushed him and threw him into the dungeon .
Shortly after the gate closed.
A somewhat familiar person who had met not long ago walked in.
It was the middle-aged city guard captain who I saw at the door before.
At his waist was a long sword with a silver gauntlet and scabbard.
"Meet you again, Delicious Wind Goose."
The middle-aged man moved a stool, sat outside the cell door, and spoke slowly.
The middle-aged man with a full beard calmly asked him in a thick voice: "You said, you are from Frozen Water Port
"And your mayor... is Don Juan Geraint?"
As Dexter Lowe said.
The man's name is... Klaus Kass.
A silver-rank transcendent who was placed in the city guard army by the third prince Philip.
Former Chief of Guard of the real Don Juan Geraint.