Fake hair balls as undercover

For Dark Emperor Dre, perhaps only the annual Caesar's event can arouse his interest in appearing.Although the Emerald Market is a famous black market on the Lidara planet of the Free Federation, in terms of level, it is roughly equal to the small shopping malls on the street, which is generally not worthy of this adult's visit in person.

Unfortunately, this is not the case.

Drey's figure clearly appeared in Moss' surveillance screen, including his butler who followed up at any time, also accompanying him.

The new boss taken over by the Jade Market is a potbellied Tossa. He is [-] meters tall. Even though he can only be considered a short man in the Tossa Galaxy, he is far taller than Andi. Bending down respectfully, the movement was so awkward that even Moss could see his efforts.

At this moment, Moss really felt the meaning of the "Dark Emperor". It seems that he is only a short-lived human being, but he can have a large number of followers in the entire universe. In terms of danger, the Milky Way galaxy Human beings are the least likely to dominate the universe. Exposure of their fragile skin to radiation will speed up their death. Unless a habitable planet builds an artificial protective layer, they can move freely.

But Dre seemed to be an accident. He had never been afraid of anything, and he didn't need to be fully armed even when he appeared in a place like Lidala, which was so chaotic that even the Freedom Federation dared not intervene at will.There is only one starship and one butler for travel.

When Moss saw him, he remembered the escape. He lowered his voice and said as if he was afraid of being discovered: "What should I do? Should I quickly withdraw the spaceship one hundred thousand miles away? No, how about we Just rush in and grab it, let's make a quick decision, I don't want to fight desperately with a madman!"

"Calm down." The smile on Al's face didn't disappear because of the news, and he even served the guests in the venue friendly and calmly.His voice was low, and Moss could hear his voice clearly without opening his lips.

"We are human beings," he said.

Ordinary humans from the Milky Way, everywhere.In the eyes of the Dark Emperor, it may look no different from a speck of dust.

Al glanced at the auction stage with the curtain drawn down, feeling the uneasiness that he felt in every task, but he believed that the final result would not make him regret doing it.

"Moss, directly contact the assistant to let you enter the backstage." Al had already left the banquet, pushed the wine cart and was about to leave, "When the Luminous Beast is bought and sent away, you take him away immediately."

"how about you?"

There is a safe passage in front of Al. Walking in from here, he can leave the venue as if he entered the kitchen or workshop.

"I can figure out a way—"

His words came to an abrupt end, and Dre, who was supposed to enter the upper box through the VIP passage, entered the venue in a grand manner accompanied by a large number of entourages.

And Al, who was pushing the wine cart, stood upright in the middle of the passage, and it was hard not to be seen.Under the constant gaze, he quickly lowered his head, retreated to the side against the wall, and made an avoidance gesture that was in line with what a waiter should be.

Dre's appearance caused a commotion. Even the participants who didn't know the black market emperor were curious by the exclamations and whispers around him.

"So, the black emerald market belongs to the dark emperor?" Those conversations kept exchanging this information, and they were surprised that they were able to participate in this auction.

Originally thought that the new boss was just a rich and powerful local rich man in the Tossa galaxy, but he did not expect that he was a member of the dark emperor.

There are many kinds of black markets, but only if they are included in the "legal" category planned by the Dark Emperor, can more dignitaries come to hide their identities.

In the Dark Emperor's territory, they don't have to worry about their identities being leaked, and they don't have to worry about the items being auctioned off. They only need to worry that the price they sell won't be able to compete with their opponents.

"It's not bad." Del Rey wasn't too picky about the refurbished venue. Although he didn't like the Tossa Stars very much, their style and taste were quite normal. For guys who don't care about aesthetics, Dre is most satisfied with the waiters walking around the venue, and their appearance is within the standard aesthetics.

For example, the one next to him.Drey glanced at Al with sharp eyes, scanning the swirl with his head down, very interested to know how long this waiter can stand here.

Al lowered his head and maintained a humble posture, waiting for the distinguished guest to enter the venue.However, that gaze fixed on him, and then slid to the wine cart in his hand.

"What's the matter, my lord?" The system voice from the interstellar universal language translator of the Tossa is always a bit weird.

Drey smiled, "I need a cup of Dream Manning, let him deliver it to my box."

Meng Manning, Bodhi Novice, Sasa, and Opera Chow, Mousse, and Black Forest that Al will never understand.

…spirits with sweets?Al was already confused by the piles of things on the cart. Why didn't he find that Del Rey had such a strange taste when he was in Hotekella?

"That's all?" he asked politely.

"Yes." The supervisor in charge of taking orders in the box specifically urged: "Especially be careful with precious wine like Bodhi Novus. The boss has specially told you that the Dark Emperor likes it, so serve it first. I wish you all the best." good luck."

Al accepted the other party's blessing with a smile, but secretly cursing the damn luck in his heart.The planet Lidara is already considered to be the fringe of the Free Federation. It is not a coincidence that Dre came here to show his face instead of going to those famous black market inspections.

But for him, at best it's just a coincidence.

The VIP boxes all have a strict monitoring system. When Al took the first step on the aisle, he felt that his whole body had been scanned by the detectors.He knew that in the monitoring room, his identity information would immediately pop up: March Kai, the fourth-generation immigrant of the Milky Way galaxy, belongs to the Azure Bar, is extremely low-threatening and safe.

Although they are all fake, they are so real that there is no problem with them.

Dre's box is in the middle of the corridor, even if Al doesn't need to look around, the butler who comes out of the door will be the best signal to mark the location of the dark emperor.

What made Al feel relieved was that he only had to face Dre's back instead of the face that would wake him up from his dream.

From the most common aesthetic point of view, Del Rey's black hair and black eyes are the most common race in the Milky Way galaxy, but his performance is not human at all.Al was busy looking for the Huayan Bird in the past, and didn't pay attention to his temporary owner seriously. Recalling carefully, Dre's habits, preferences, and even Hotekella's architecture all imitated the style of the Milky Way galaxy.

Also, that superfluous labyrinth always made Al feel that Dre was a guy who paid attention to flashy appearance and didn't consider practicality.It's like, his fluff preference.

The job of a waiter is always very simple.Al gently moved the items on the cart onto the table in front of the butler, waiting for the gentleman to check whether there were hidden dangerous items with the same care.

Linster's professionalism does not require Al and Dre to communicate, which turns Al's numerous complaints about the housekeeper into gratitude.

He really didn't want to be alone with Dre anymore, and feel the awkward feeling of being controlled.Al showed a shy smile, and said softly: "Your meal is ready, do you have any other orders, sir?"

Linster did not let him go, "Maybe professional service is more suitable for the wine in your hand."

"Me?" Al ran through his words quickly in his mind before realizing what the butler was talking about.

He wanted Al to serve Dre, now, now, now!

Linster nodded and stretched out his hand as a gesture.With the palm of his hand as a "please" gesture, he brought Al's sight to the empty wine glass on the table.The housekeeper who had always served the Dark Emperor gave up this "honor" to a waiter whom he met for the first time, which was unusual no matter how you think about it.

Al tried his best to show the excitement and excitement of serving the Dark Emperor, but the memory that Dre made him hate forever remained in his mind, and in the end he was struggling in a dilemma, maintaining a silent and stiff expression. past.

Dre faced the single-sided viewing glass, overlooking the auction stage from a distance. When the auction started, the viewing glass would turn into a screen, allowing him to see the product information from the jadeite black market closer and more clearly.

The wine glass was placed on the round table in his hand, at a safe distance, enough for Al to fill a glass and evacuate quickly.

Just one cup.Al held Bodhinovus in his heart, and kept complaining about the dark emperor's strange preference for spirits. If he knew this was the case, he would definitely choose to exchange with Moss, so as not to meet this annoying person again.

He calmly tilted the bottle, and the sound of wine being poured into the glass became abrupt in the quiet box. The whole process was short, but it was extremely long for him.

"Your Bodhinovus, please use it slowly." Al did not miss a word, "If there is no other order—"

Al's words were interrupted by Dre's suddenly outstretched palm. The distance between them was not close, but it was enough for the people around him to pinch him sideways.

Al, who was holding the wine bottle, was suddenly grabbed by Drey's wrist. If he hadn't been used to big waves, he would have dropped the wine bottle and splashed the purple-black wine all over the person who caused it.

"Yes, do you have any orders, sir?" Al's voice was full of pretentious anxiety and cowardice, just like the reaction of a frightened waiter.

Dre just looked at him without saying a word.

Al looked at those dark eyes full of inquiry in surprise.He was so terrified that he didn't know whether he should pretend to tremble and pretend to be more like an ordinary human being, or should he shake off the hand of the owner of the box in a mighty and domineering manner.

If the rebellion caused Del Rey's king's disease to break out and demanded that he be executed on the spot, Al would have to hesitate whether to transform into his original form and smash the scene or struggle to death in a human form.

The room was very quiet, and Al wished that the meddling housekeeper could quickly say a few words to get rid of this dark emperor whose temper and taste were so strange that he couldn't understand.

Dre's indifferent eyes swept over the person in front of him, carefully studied his face, and finally let go of his hand.Those deep eyes lowered their gaze and fell into the wine glass filled with purple-black liquid.

He said, "I haven't ordered Bodhi Novus."