Chapter 1737: ? 1st mission

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In Warnerheim, in a side hall garden of the palace, Su Mingzheng and Gin were sitting under a big tree full of white flowers, breaking the bread in their hands and feeding the carp in the pool.

These fish looked a little fat, but they were still rushing to eat the food on the surface of the water. The red scales appeared gleaming in the warm sunlight, and the water surface continued to ripple.

"The time seems to be a little earlier, where's Loki?"

In front of them is Queen Gulweig, she is also looking at the goldfish, in fact, her life is very leisure now, and her experience has improved a lot after learning the biography of Zhen Huan.

At least in the experience of political struggle.

No, she just heard a bit of new gossip from her men, so she came over to look for the death knell and chat with Misty.

"Loki is currently in charge of Asgard as the regent. He was not left behind by Odin. I heard that Thor trespassed in Jotunheim, and Loki saved him."

Gulweig walked to Su Ming's side, asked for a piece of bread, and threw it into the pool. Her expression was very relaxed, because this incident did not affect her country.

Nowadays, there are factories and workshops everywhere. Whether it is death knell starship or main space gun, orbital airdrop module or spacecraft propeller, they are all cast and assembled in Warnerheim.

The Warner Protoss was originally known for its'navigation', and space voyages are no exception. The City of Wansails is a rare colony of craftsmen in the universe, and the craftsmanship made are often more than those made by the dwarves working for Odin. better.

It's just that before the death knell'invested' here, the output of Feizhou was very low, because it often required the boatsmith to beat it bit by bit with a small hammer, and it was purely handmade.

The kind of flying boat that can carry four people for space travel requires an experienced boatman to beat it for about a year.

But this changed after the death knell came. He brought to Warnerheim the rapid development of industry, such as assembly line operations, such as production cooperatives, and the system of pay-per-work.

Yes, Warnerheim used to have no currency like Asgard.

The residents living here are considered members of Gulweig’s ‘tribe’. They eat and use the queen’s. At the same time, they work or fight for the queen.

There are shops on the street, but the trading method is bartering, which is also very primitive.

For example, this shop sells grain. You can get some grain if you take a bag of shells in; if you take a basket of ore, you can also get grain;

Of course, if you do this the next day, you may not be able to change anything.

The success of the transaction depends on whether the person opening the shop needs shells or iron ore recently. The transaction ratio often depends on the eloquence and interpersonal relationship of the two parties. There is no reasonable scope at all, and even a stable supply cannot be discussed.

But the economic system brought about by the death knell, as well as steam and electricity, changed all this.

The production efficiency of various industries has increased, currency has also been issued, and various earth materials and commodities have flowed through Karma Taj’s channels and here.

People can exchange their products for gold and silver currency approved by the Queen, and then use these currencies to buy things with earth merchants, and life is much better than before.

They can also use this currency to circulate with each other, because no one thinks that there is too much money.

Under these changes, Warnerheim became ‘alive’, and Gulweig has been very satisfied for decades.

It is not the death knell himself who has always been responsible for these things, but Misty, the mixed blood of the Asa and the Warner Protoss, the former Valkyrie, be regarded as his own.

The relationship between the two women is very good, and the queen thinks it is also good to ask her girlfriends to provide various policy suggestions.

"Loki didn't go down...this is different from the original agreement, Odin has changed his mind again." Su Ming handed the bread cubes to the gin, slapping the crumbs on his hands: "Never mind. , Let Thor study alone."

"What are you going to do?" Gin leaned on his shoulder and asked curiously.

"Tor knows me, so I not only can't show up, but also avoid being found by him, so that he can experience the life of a mortal." The death knell patted his pants and stood up. Warnerheim, which is like spring all year round, is always gentle. The breeze was blowing, and he squinted his eyes: "But I had a plan a long time ago, so I will arrange a tour guide for him."

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Five hundred dollars is actually not spent, renting a house, and eating and drinking for a few days will be gone.

Wade sat on the bar counter, playing with the last glass of wine in his hand.

That day, after playing with Jin Bin's son, he ran away without looking at the way. In short, he turned left and right into an alley against the flow of people, and went into a bar to quench his thirst with two glasses.

This bar was called Sister Margaret's Bar. At first he thought it was run by a pair of sisters, Margaret? Maybe it's a beautiful girl group from Scotland?

No, there is a big picture of Margaret hanging on the wine cabinet. It is an old ‘sister’. In short, she is an old nun with gloomy eyes and wrinkled skin.

The bartender is a thin man with glasses nicknamed "Weasel". He is characterized by being wretched and very wretched.

In addition to a large number of prostitutes and drug dealers in the bar, there are always some strange and powerful guys who are active.

The music is noisy and the lights are very dim. This is the kind of place where murders occur and no one will notice the next day.

After hiding here for a few days, Wade found that King hadn't come to the door, he seemed to be safe.

With his own humor and his own extraordinary personal charm, he became friends with the weasel, and the other party was winking and telling him about the glorious past of Sister Margaret.

It turned out that a few decades ago, this Quaker nun claimed to be inspired by the Lord, and God said that he needed a mercenary to walk the world for him.

She is his sword and his gun. She responded to the Lord's call, so she started to take orders in the name of God and subsidized the church with the income from the killing.

‘Praise my lord! ’

Then one shot blasted the target's head.

'Amen! ’

Then use a sickle to cut the target's throat and bleeding.

There are additional services for killing people. She will give the victims peace of mind and pray that they will be tortured in hell.

Although she is not as legendary as the legendary demon "Death Knell", in the mercenary business, she can kill people from her debut at the age of 16 until she retires safely at the age of 70, which is enough to become an idol.

She doesn't have any weapons that are good at, nor any fighting skills, let alone any tactics and strategies. Apart from a black nun's robe and a string of rose beads, she doesn't wear any armor, but has an extremely pious heart.

But she has never been injured, and the mission success rate is 100%.

Everyone wants to know the secret of her ‘skin care’, but her answer is to pray every night, and God is guiding her.

No one can stop God's will, and naturally no one can hurt her.

What she did from the beginning to the end was simply shooting or swinging a knife, just to get rid of the head of the target before her.

People didn't believe her at first, but no one could prove her wrong.

Many mercenaries fought against her for various reasons, but in the end she was alive and those people died.

She retired because she received a new enlightenment-God wanted a bar to communicate with the mercenaries of the younger generation.

So Sister Margaret bought a ruined building with a little savings and dug up a lot of gold in the basement according to the instructions in the oracle.

After selling the gold, she used the God-given money to buy a large piece of land around her and flipped over a new bar.

Seeing that the money came so easily, everyone believed it this time. This incident was undoubtedly a sensation in the small circle that year. A large number of mercenaries came here to observe and learn, and soon started activities based on it.

Because Margaret subcontracted many tasks from her own channels to the mercenaries, forming a special loose organization.

In this way, unprofessional mercenaries do not need to raise their own agents, but take orders from here, and many tasks can be selected. The bar only charges 10% of the handling fee, which is very cost-effective.

This also improves safety. If employers want to scam them, they will worry a lot. After all, no one wants to be targeted by God.

This is the origin of the Margaret Sisters Bar. The Weasel is actually one of her task managers, passing God's tasks to more young people through his hands.

"Ahem..." Wade was almost choked to death by the wine in his mouth. It was the first time he heard the saying that he was ordered to kill: "This is too fantastic, isn't it? Do you think God is free? Panicking? He threw a bolt of lightning directly from heaven, so he could just kill anyone he wanted to kill?"

The weasel rolled his eyes and filled him the glass:

"You said that you used lightning to strike people? That's Zeus. Have you ever read a book?! Besides, sometimes you can't help but believe in the arrangements of fate. I can see that you want to debut as a mercenary, right? Then New York There are so many bars, why did you walk into this one?"

"Let me go, when you say that I am still a little scared, the urine drips out, how do you feel that God has arranged it?" Wade said scared, but in fact it didn't take it seriously. Lie on his little pink schoolbag, holding the cup and spinning: "But you are right, I really want to be a mercenary. You can advise me, is there a suitable task for the novice? It is best if the employer provides medical insurance. Kind."

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind: "Don't ask him, I will provide you with an easy task."

The visitor sat directly beside Wade, ordered a glass of pure whiskey, looked at Wade with one eye, his eyes seemed to glow in the dark.

Wade felt that the other party was familiar, but he even suspected that the other party was gay. He covered his own chrysanthemum:

"Sorry, I need at least this number to spread my legs."

He stretched out his other hand and compared five fingers, which meant about five thousand dollars.

As for discipline? Isn’t it used to exchange money?

The one-eyed man didn't pick up the stubble, just smiled like a joke, then took a photo from the pocket of the trench coat, put it on the bar, and pushed it in front of Wade with a finger.

The photo looks like a screenshot of a video somewhere. It shows a man in a hospital gown with a golden shawl and hair. He seems to be going crazy and was picked up by many security guards and sent there.

"This is your goal. I don't want you to kill him, but to make friends with him and show him the suffering in the world."

Wade took out a cigarette, pouted and thought.

The weasel brought the wine, and looked down at the photos to help advise, and asked the employer:

"This seems to be a mental hospital?"

"Almost." Su Ming took a sip of wine, the familiar taste of Skywalker.

"Who is this person?" the weasel asked again.

"A paranoid patient. He thinks he is Thor, the **** of northern Europe. He is actually just a lunatic with the same name. But his father wants him to become more realistic through social contact. I am just an agent."

The ordinary client's death knell answered like this, and he drank the wine glass as soon as he raised his neck~www.NovelMTL.com~ The empty cup with his fingers indicated that the weasel continued to fill it up.

Weasel nodded to Wade before leaving, saying that this level of intelligence is enough. This is really not a dangerous task. If even a paranoid patient can't deal with it, what kind of mercenary?

Wade spit out a cigarette, took the photo and stuffed it into his underwear: "Want me to accompany a lunatic to visit the United States? Then I need a lot of money, and you have to buy insurance for my chrysanthemum. This long-haired guy is oriented at first sight I don’t know, I’m afraid he will covet my beauty."

To put it bluntly, it is just to find an excuse to add money.

"One hundred thousand yuan, first pay you 30% deposit." Su Ming smiled in his heart, but there was no expression on his face. He took out a large envelope and a few pieces of paper from his arms and patted it on the table: "But first sign the contract, I The plane is ready to take you to the destination."

"Deal!"

Wade laughed wildly, what contract do you look at?

Use Long Feifengwu's handwriting to sign directly at the end of the paper, and then grab the envelope and count the money.