Law Enforcer's Handbook

Chapter 749 Alone in a foreign land
The night in Silvermoon Harbor was as usual.

"Emperor" is sitting in a bar by the sea, with special snacks unique to coastal cities on the table.

The fish freshly caught from the sea only needs to be processed briefly, and it is the favorite dinner of Yinyue Hong Kong people with dipping sauces such as vinegar and mustard.

The fishing boats that went out have returned, and night falls, but it is the busiest time here.

He not only tasted the taste of the seafood platter, but also analyzed the ingredients of all the ingredients.

Even after his tongue and taste buds were replaced by prosthetic bodies, "Emperor" still retained his past habits. He liked the feeling of sitting in the bar at night, watching the guests coming and going, and occasionally listening to them mention his recent past. The interesting things I have experienced, drinking and bragging with friends after a busy day is the life of people in Silver Moon Harbor.

The noise of the bar makes "Emperor" feel like he has come to another world every time.

There are no prison-like high-rise buildings here, and there is no intriguing workplace environment. People's lives are so simple that they are almost primitive. Although they live in the same era, they seem to live in two parallel worlds.

On this day in Silvermoon Harbor, he also heard a lot about Kunka's deeds.

In fact, the arrival of the expeditionary force inevitably brought turmoil to this quiet and peaceful port city. Nine out of ten people who responded to the big conscription were gangsters with previous convictions. , some of them quickly revealed their true nature.

But Cuenca showed his iron wrist.

Seriously dealt with those who caused trouble in Silver Moon Port, promulgated a series of new laws, and established a good relationship with the local people through assistance and cooperation. Most residents of Silver Moon Port now regard him as a border guard The general came to see it, and their arrival once helped the local residents solve the problem of pirates.

Just a few days before the "Emperor" came to Silvermoon Port, Kunka led his subordinates to destroy the pirates entrenched on the island not far from Silvermoon Port. Their heroic deeds were widely spread in Silvermoon Port.

However, this is very different from the coalition government's propaganda against these rebels.

According to the propaganda in the coalition government, the rebels did all kinds of crimes by burning, killing and looting in Silvermoon Port, and Kunka himself was no less than the tyrant of Eschenweg.

Public opinion also seems to be secretly laying the groundwork for the future crusade against the rebel leader Cuenca and the rescue of the people of Silver Moon Harbor from the fire and water.

The "Emperor" believes in what he sees with his own eyes.

So he decided to stay here and not deal with Cuenca as a rescuer of the coalition government.

Not long after, someone came to his table, took his seat, picked up the wine he ordered, and poured himself a glass.

"It seems you like it here."

The man who looked to be in his early 30s sat down and crossed his legs. The woman with the style of a big sister drank the wine in the glass and said, "Why don't you consider settling down here? Everyone I really like you... Tsk, why do you always drink alcohol with such a low alcohol content?"

The name of the woman sitting across the table is unknown, but everyone in the town calls her "Seagull".

Like him, they are people who are used to code names.

She is the only information dealer in the town, and she is also the most well-informed person in Silvermoon Harbor. She knows a thing or two about the movements of the Eclipse Sect and the Barossa Group. It is said that she worked in the Barossa Group when she was young. The mercenaries quit the Barossa Group after the business-education war and settled in Silvermoon Port.

So despite the fact that she looks only in her early 30s, she is probably much older than most people in Silver Moon Port.

"Emperor" remembered the first time he came to Silvermoon Harbor.

At that time, "Seagull" was also sitting opposite him, arrogantly turning his boots on the table, hoping that he would leave Silvermoon Harbor as soon as possible, because the people here did not welcome a weirdo like him.

This is no wonder to the residents of the small town. The "Emperor" knows that with his current image, anyone who sees him will treat him as a Frankenstein. Because of this, the people in Silvermoon Port affectionately call him Frankenstein. Ken.

Franken is the name he used when walking in the neutral country, and weirdo is the impression that people here have of him.

After assisting the people of Silvermoonport to repel the pirates, the people finally accepted him.

"How about the matter I entrusted you to inquire about?"

"Before that, I want to ask you first." "Seagull" suddenly sharpened his eyes, and asked instead, "Tide Cult, what do you want to know about them?"

One must know that in Silvermoon Harbor, even the most devout Eclipse Cultist would not trouble the Tidal Cult.

They are one of the very few believers who can live in peace in the same area while maintaining different beliefs.

"I have my reasons."

"But you should know that anyone who has anything to do with the Tidal Sect will end up with nothing good."

"I know."

The atmosphere fell into silence, and the two looked at each other for a long time across the table before "Seagull" finally let out a long sigh and said, "A group of people did come to Yinyue Port not long ago, but they didn't stay at the port. The boat of the church went to the Misty Islands. Judging from their appearance, they are not locals, nor are they followers of the tide religion... As for their identities and why they came here, I don’t know. You know I don’t like joining them thing."

In addition to establishing a trading base in Silvermoon Port, the Tide Cult's other job is to develop believers in the local area to believe in their tide master.

In the early years, many people joined the church under their propaganda.

The entrants will be taken to the Misty Islands uniformly.

But as far as "Seagull" knows, those port residents who went to the Misty Islands have never returned here, and their families have never been able to contact them.

God knows whether they really arrived at the Misty Islands, or were thrown off the boat to feed the fish at sea.

The "Emperor" didn't answer, but just watched her calmly.

After hesitating for a while, "Seagull" said again, "The person in charge of the Tidal Cult here is called Father Gaudel, and he is in charge of the publicity and initiation ceremonies. If you want to board the ship to the Misty Islands , it must be approved by him.”

She seemed to be worried that the "Emperor" would not know what it meant, and added, "Only Tidal Cultists can board that ship. No matter what your purpose in going to the Misty Islands is, it's not a good idea."

"Thanks, Seagull."

A light blue halo flickered in the prosthetic eyes of the "Emperor", and almost at the same time, "Seagull" received a reminder of the account, as usual, the intelligence fee, and even added some tips because it involved the Tidal Sect.

But it was also this transfer that made many words that "Seagull" wanted to say stuck in his throat.

For an intelligence dealer, Franken the Weird is undoubtedly a high-quality client.

The communication is smooth, the purpose is clear, the money is generous, and she never haggles over the minutiae, but... perhaps deep down in her heart, she doesn't want the relationship between them to stop at information dealers and clients, which is why she repeatedly Again and again, he persuaded the other party not to investigate the reasons for the Tidal Sect.

Out of selfishness, she hoped that this weirdo would stay in Silvermoon Port for a long time, and even settle down here.

After an unknown amount of time, "Seagull" sighed.

She poured another glass of wine for herself and raised her glass, "I wish you all the best."

　Little Theater ITS 150 IV:

　　On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, Sunday, in the morning.

　　Luxiang is mint flavored.

　　This was no secret to Song Lan, and he found that Lu Xiang played very stably, no matter when he hugged him, he smelled the same.

　　But he couldn't understand the reason at all.

　　"Old Lu, are there any prosthetic bodies on the market that can make people smell good?"

　　This morning, in the spirit of scientific research, he asked Lu Xiang for the first time his long-standing doubts. He secretly observed Lu Xiang for a long time and confirmed that she never used perfume.

　　Therefore, the omnipotent prosthetic body seems to be the only answer.

　　"There should be, why do you ask so suddenly, you want to transplant one?"

　　Lu Xiang looked up and down Song Lan suspiciously. Could it be that he suddenly awakened to a new hobby?
　　If Song Lan insists on transplanting this kind of prosthetic body...

　　She can only respect it.

　　"It's not me, it's a friend of mine."

　　"Are you sure it's not yourself?"

　　"It's my girlfriend."

　　"Where did you get your girlfriend?"

　　"Aren't you just..."

　　"No, you forgot? If you want to call your wife, come, read to me, old-woman-"

　　……

　　"It's actually like this. I've always been curious about where the mint smell on your body comes from. I don't think you use perfume, and you don't usually eat mints."

　　After some entanglement, Song Lan tried to bring the topic back on track.

　　"I understand." Lu Xiang suddenly realized, "You want to take a bath with me at night, you don't have to be so subtle, just say it."

　　"No, I don't think you understand at all."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)