Mystery: Higher-Dimensional Overlookers

Chapter 3 Southern Continent Trading Company

Logically speaking, it is not a full moon now, and this Abraham, who is not yet a transcendent, should not be able to hear Mr. Men's voice.

But Gao Wei is different. He has a body far outside the barrier as a "broadcast antenna", and he can transmit in real time Mr. Men's ravings under pollution just from the starry sky.

Don't save me, don't save me, don't save me!

The high-dimensional observer heard Mr. Men roar like this.He moved his huge body, making many outer gods a little nervous. What exactly does this unpredictable kind want to do.But he just changed the direction, floating above Mr. Men's head, quietly looking down at Mr. Gate who refused to return to Earth under the control of the fallen mother.

Sad, pitiful, and respectable, the high-dimensional overlooker thought so.If Mr. Door hadn't been voluntarily sealed in a lost darkness, the earth might not have waited for the end to be completely shattered, and the gods on earth would fight each other—this one of his favorite dramas would soon Draw a grand and colorful ending.

"Extraordinary! Extraordinary! Major burglary in Tingen City! Now two people have been killed, and the murderer's whereabouts are still unknown!"

Children's voices are loud and penetrating, giving people a feeling of vitality.The sound came from far to near, and a newsboy trotted past each pedestrian.

His eyeballs rolled around, almost greedily observing the expressions of everyone around him.Anyone who sees a pedestrian with an expression on his face will step forward to sell.

Just as he was about to continue running forward, he saw Gao Wei, who was standing at the entrance of the alley and wearing a well-crafted suit, showing a little curious expression. He suddenly braked and stopped at the edge of the alley, and trotted to Gao Wei. in front of.

"Sir! Would you like a newspaper? Twopence for one, threepence for two!"

Good observation skills and professional salesmanship.From this child, I can even see the epitome of his childhood, suffering, but living actively, with the shadow of the poor in this world... Compared with those unchanging workers, his life is quite interesting.

Gao Wei used the habit of looking down that is unique to a boring alien god, subconsciously appreciating the drama of this child's life in his heart.But there was a gentle smile befitting a gentleman on his face, and he said to the child in front of him:
"Of course, please bring me a newspaper—there are not many such news, and it must be worth reading."

After all, Gao Wei took out a small and exquisite wallet from his suit pocket, he skipped the thick gold pound in it, and found two pennies from it.Taking advantage of Gao Wei's time to take the money, the newsboy also carefully took out a brand new newspaper from the satchel on his back, and handed it to Gao Wei with both hands: "This is your newspaper, please put it away."

"Are you the newsboy here? Did you sell a lot of newspapers today?" Gao Wei's eyes flashed, pretending to mention it casually - of course he could see the bulging bag on the newsboy's back filled with newspapers It’s time for hawkers to sell their satchels, and the newsboy still has so many unsold newspapers that he may lose money today.

Sure enough, the newsboy's face collapsed in an instant. Although he was not very happy to talk about his work, he was still afraid of offending the seemingly rich man in front of him, so he said in a nasty voice: "Not yet... ...and many more, sir."

"Okay, I'm sorry." Gao Wei smiled "full of apology" and said to the newsboy.He shook the cane inlaid with crystals in his hand, and tapped on the ground.Holding the wallet he hadn't closed, he asked the newsboy, "Do you know where the nearest Church of the Storm is? I want to find a courier to deliver a letter for me. I had a friend before, and he had a I want to deliver the letter to the bishop here—ah, it’s not convenient for me to go to the Church of Storms, after all, I’m a believer of the goddess.”

Gao Wei took out a letter from his pocket, which was stamped with exquisite wax seal.

This is a lie, Gao Wei wrote the news of "there is a monster out of control" in the letter, and prepared to forge the scene for the Aurora Society that this mysterious praying man was killed by the Punisher of the Lord of Storms, and he just admired " The glory of the Lord", a "betrayed Abraham" who happened to gather the potion from the family recipe.

After all, the best way to hide a more evil identity is to let yourself have a less evil identity, and the early stage of the path of the high-dimensional overlooker is somewhat similar to the ability of the "reader". Set a layer of "Wild Extraordinary" image.Maybe, he could join the Nighthawks as an informant of the Nighthawks in Tingen.

Anyway, it is impossible for the envoys of the Aurora Society to ask the truth about the Church of Storms, and it is impossible for the Evernight Goddess to descend in this small place.

After all, he tapped his chest four times to show his piety.The newspaper boy hesitated for a moment, and said cautiously to Gao Wei: "Actually... I can also deliver the letter for you, but I still have so many newspapers that I have not sold..."

Gao Wei immediately saw through the newsboy's careful thinking, and pulled out a one-soul note from his wallet.When the newsboy saw the banknote, his eyes turned red and he wanted to pick it up, but Gao Wei gently blocked the newsboy's body with his cane, calming down the newsboy in front of him.

"Of course this can be your reward, but you must send this letter to the Cathedral of Storms properly. Also, I need to go to the 'Southern Continent Trading Company' here, help me find a car to go there Wagon next door. Money isn't as easy as you think, son."

The newspaper boy is undoubtedly a child who is very good at judging the situation.He knew very well that it was absolutely impossible to get one soli just for delivering letters—his father worked hard on the pier for a day and could only get two soli.The newsboy took a deep breath, bent down humbly, and took the letter with his own hands: "You are such a generous gentleman, I will definitely help you deliver the letter. It only takes 5 minutes—no, 3 minutes. Just come back, and I will help you find a carriage right away."

"Very good, I hope your credit can convince me. If things go well, the money will be yours." Gao Wei handed the letter to the newsboy and watched him run wildly along the street towards the distance.

He quietly watched the child who was willing to risk his life to run for one soli, as if he was pitying the child—after all, for a slightly richer person, a soli is just a piece of cake after a meal, or It is a piece of meat on the dining table, but for the poor here, it is equivalent to several days of food, or even the life of themselves or their family members.

"What a farce, Adam really regards himself as a god?" Gaowei looked down and cut off the thinking of his avatar, and sneered.The best writer writes such a twisted script, but wants to hide behind the scenes and watch everything unfold according to his will.Compared with becoming the ancient sun god, Adam, the high-dimensional overlookers still think that he is more suitable to be "God".

The high-dimensional overlooker found that he hated Adam even more, that guy was too much like God.In his view, the most interesting thing in the starry sky is the superstar ruler, who carefully "waters" the planet he raises every day; the celestial being is still interesting, after all, high-dimensional overlookers like to hide behind the curtain and watch His wonderful puppet show is that beating people really hurts; the most boring thing is God, and His pasture has not changed from the beginning.

In less than 3 minutes, the newsboy came back panting. He quickly took Gao Wei, who was standing by the side of the street, into a carriage, and it was only then that he had time to wipe the sweat off his brow.Gao Wei nodded in satisfaction, and handed the money in his hand to the newsboy.

The newsboy immediately smiled and said, "Thank you! You are such a generous gentleman."

"Go to the Southern Continent Trading Company." After dismissing the newsboy, Gao Wei said calmly to the coachman.Although this kind of carriage is several times more expensive than a public carriage, it looks more decent overall. At least there are no obvious stains on the carriage, and the overall appearance is more beautiful.Gao Wei didn't want the drama of being turned away by the Southern Continent Trading Company because the carriage was too shabby to happen to him.

——Anyway, the original Abraham was quite rich, and even opened a small factory in Backlund.After Gao Wei inherited his body, he naturally transferred his identity from the high-dimensional space, and whoever saw Gao Wei would think it was the original Abraham.

After getting off the carriage, Gao Wei walked forward with his cane in hand. There was a staff member sitting behind a desk behind the gate of the Southern Continent Trading Company, and a slightly bald man was talking to him.It's still early, so not many people come here.The door opened with a "squeak", which immediately attracted the attention of the two people in the hall.

"I have a business that I want to hand over to your company—but it seems that I came a little early, and there seems to be no one here?" Gao Wei tapped the ground with his cane, and casually made a small joke to ease the atmosphere.The two staff members exchanged glances, and the slightly bald man stepped forward and extended his right hand to Gao Wei:
"Our company has people on duty at any time, but it's not yet time for our leaders in charge of business negotiations to go to work - if you don't mind, you can sit down and have a cup of tea and wait for a while, I can answer within my authority Your question. My name is Benson Moretti, what's your name?"

"Gowy Abraham." Goy reached out his hand and shook hands with Benson in a friendly manner. The two walked to the side of the sofa and sat down. Benson also carefully asked the staff to serve two cups of freshly brewed hot water. Tea, and put it on the wooden table between the two.

"First of all, Mr. Abraham, we are very grateful for your trust in our Southern Continent Trading Company. I don't know what business you want to handle when you come to visit the Southern Continent Trading Company? Or do you want to cooperate with our company?"

Benson adhered to the principle that one more client is one more performance, and tried his best to keep the well-dressed gentleman in front of him—his younger brother Klein was about to go to an interview and recruitment, and as an older brother, Klein had to be able to It is better to concentrate on studying.

(End of this chapter)