Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 256 Business
Wisteria City, Huayu Hotel, in a box on the fourth floor.

Deacon Eddie from Bureau 7 and Chris from the Witcher Association are sitting on both sides of a glass round table, discussing a business deal.

Halfway through the conversation, Eddie suddenly exclaimed: "It only costs 4000 gold coins to hire two Samsung hunting teams for one operation? Are you sure you're not drunk?"

It was too cheap, and he suspected that the other party was playing tricks on him. At this point in time, it would be good if the other party didn't talk too much, and there was even a 5% discount.

The expression on Chris's face was a little cute: "Yeah, I also wonder if Master 'Magic Gun' drank fake wine, which is why the cabbage price is so low."

Stephen Carragher, titled [Magic Gun], is currently the vice president of the Demon Hunter Association. Unlike the president [Zero] who is often invisible, he is the real person in charge.

After confirming that the other party was not joking, Eddie was in a good mood and smiled brightly: "No problem, we hired it."

The Silver Beacon Order was obtained through diplomatic means, but it was not a compulsory recruitment, and it was uncertain how many people could be recruited. Therefore, in the 7th round, we still chose to spend money to hire two professional teams.

After all, when it comes to small-scale operations and elite squad-style hunting of demons, no organization can match the efficiency of the Demon Hunters Association.

After all, it is the skill of eating that has been done for more than 1000 years.

Chris sighed: "It's not easy to make money these days."

"In the past, I always thought that you were snobbish. If you have money, you are an uncle. Now, I have changed my view."

Eddie swirled the red wine in the glass, his tone was melodious and full of emotion.

For this local war on the Faroland Plain, the most sincere one is actually the Demon Hunters Association. The president showed up to support it, not only did the beacon order not ask for money, even the hiring of hunting teams was a friendly price.

Chris said softly: "That was before the wave period, don't look at the fact that there are many war lunatics in the Steam Alliance.

But they have never experienced a large-scale battle with the demons. After all, this organization is still too young. "

Eddie thought about it, and it dawned on him that the predecessor of the Demon Hunter Association was the hunting force under the Sun King.

"Take back what I just said, you have not forgotten your original intention."

Eddie stood up and bowed to Chris, he was actually very emotional.

For more than 600 years, the real demon hunters still keep the king's entrustment in their hearts.

Chris nodded slightly, and walked away from here.

'I hope that because of your existence, my compatriots will no longer be afraid of the night. '

On the other side, after being informed, Raphael strolled along a long corridor and walked towards the back garden of the palace under the leadership of a guard.

The scenery of Farolan Palace is beautiful and charming, full of classical artistic atmosphere without losing the sense of majesty and splendor.

Plain brick and tile pavilions, pavilions, and pavilions are organically connected in series, with twists and turns, twists and turns, and scattered.

The vermilion lacquer corridors are surrounded by columns, the carved beams and painted buildings are shining, and the mural paintings are lifelike.

The back garden is a mixed garden style, dotted with flowers, plants and shrubs, the water body imitates the natural style, and there are many rockeries, accompanied by stalagmites or emerald bamboos.

The space changes obviously, and the scenery intersperses and changes, one step at a time, Raphael admires the various flowers and stone fountains in the garden with great interest.

Compared with the solemn and solemn architectural style of the church in St. Joan, and the regular and atmospheric garden layout, Raphael still likes this kind of bright and flexible scene changes.

Not long after, when they arrived under a gazebo, the guards retreated automatically. Raphael did not see the current king of Faroran who had met once, but saw a man he was unfamiliar with.

He has short silver hair, a tall and straight figure, wearing black knight leather armor, his facial features are well-defined, and his eyes are dark and deep.

"Young man, he came here from afar, did he bring greetings from an old friend?"

The voice is thick and pure, intoxicating, it is obviously a simple sentence, but it is like a ballad, and the lingering sound lingers around the pavilion, lingering for a long time by the pavilion.

Raphael was in a trance, feeling his body was light and floating, like being wrapped in cool sea water on a hot summer day, floating on the water.

There was confusion in his eyes, at this moment, a white feather-like pattern on his arm lighted up slightly, and he immediately shivered and woke up.

Call ~
Like someone who has just been picked up after drowning, Rafael took a few breaths of fresh air heavily, with cold sweat on his forehead, and looked at this man in shock.

"Sorry, young man, forgot that you are not Richard."

The voice lost that strange ability, the silver-haired man in black leather armor said with a smile.

He didn't do it on purpose, because the young paladin in front of him had the same power attribute as Richard, the former head of the Knights Templar. He subconsciously forgot to control his power, which accidentally affected him.

Raphael breathed a sigh of relief, staring at the handsome man in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

He still couldn't calm down in his heart, just now his spirit was about to sink into the vortex, but he himself didn't realize it, and he had to rely on the power of the wings of glory to break free.

In other words, if he didn't have a famous gun, it wouldn't be too simple if the other party wanted to kill him.

"A person who has been forgotten by history, young man, don't need to explore, just tell me something."

The silver-haired man's tone is gentle and soft, giving people a sense of stability and reliability.

After a moment of silence, Raphael said softly, "For the sake of justice, the promise is valid."

The pope's secret decree, just these few words, Raphael is very clear, this is not the person involved, and it is useless to hear it.

With a strange smile, the silver-haired man stared at a ripe wild rose: "Okay, thank you for the news, do you need to take a rest?"

Raphael shook his head lightly, turned around and left, the man in front of him put too much pressure on him, and the relationship between the church and the Royal Family of Faroland was not good, so it was very uncomfortable to stay here.

After he left, a man in a white dress with long blue hair walked over from the side.

Holding a silver longbow in his hand, he said to the man in the pavilion, "Your Majesty, is it necessary?

That promise is expensive, so use it? "

"I am no longer a king, I am a knight now.

Simon, no matter how precious the promise is, you still rely on the strength of others, and you can use it as soon as you use it. Is it possible to keep it for the New Year?

Don't underestimate the demon descendants, they are not as arrogant as they used to be, and if an old man jumps out, I may not be able to handle it. "

The silver-haired man moved his lips and said with a smile.

He doesn't like counterattacks in desperate situations, winning by surprise.To bully the few with more, crushing with strength is the kingly way.

Tier [-] [Space Breaker] Simon shook his head slightly, he hesitated for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty William, there is information from Omar on the plain, and the Steam Alliance is going to do the same thing again."

Steam Alliance: Many small countries would not even be able to fight a decent war without us.

(End of this chapter)