They all call me master

Longbine was a gentle gentleman.

Everyone who knew him said this about him.

And every time he heard such a comment, Longbine would always respond with a humble smile - and because of this, he hated his job more and more: an intelligence dealer.

Although the 'Cloak Club' has various names, in essence it is still an information dealer.

Longbine had long seen through this.

As one of the earliest members of the 'Cloak Society', Longbine originally joined it to make a living. At that time, he did not expect that the 'Cloak Society' could develop and grow. In Longbine's expectation, the 'Cloak Society' 'It's a miracle if it survives for 3-4 months.

Who knew it had existed for 14 years!

Moreover, the distribution range is getting wider and wider.

However, Longbine is still not optimistic about the 'Cloak Club'!

Because a guy like him who only has a little bit of 'talent', but is full of fear and dare not move forward when faced with the dangers and weirdness of the 'mysterious side', is actually considered by the president to be an excellent intelligence collector. , was assigned as the head of the 'Cloak Society' in South Los - you know, he just did his job.

It can't be called excellent at all.

Just like now, after processing the images between the 'psychic medium', 'descendant of blood' and the Archduke's advisor that were transmitted during the day, Longbine was ready to get off work.

Nine to five, no weekends off, every day.

"Keep an eye on this place. If anything happens, remember to notify me."

On the surface, Longbine was an art lover and knew some painting skills and sculptures. When he left his stronghold at 94 Clara Street, he gave instructions to his deputy - this deputy was a senior executive of the 'Cloak Society' Recommendation, he did not refuse, nor did he want to refuse.

Compared with the cloak club's fly-camp doggo, he prefers the sunshine, food and rich and peaceful life of Nanlos.

If it weren't for this secret identity, he would have chosen to buy a small farm on the outskirts of Nanlos and live a retired life.

And now?

After touching his bald head and putting on his hat, Longbine walked to the beach.

He wanted to hear the sound of the sea.

After Longbine left, the opponent's deputy became more and more outrageous - when Longbine was here, he was still able to restrain himself from going too far.

After Longbine left, the deputy began 'self-examining' something of value.

This is naturally against the rules on the surface.

But secretly, everyone does it.

Otherwise, the salary paid by the company is simply not enough to maintain a decent life, let alone to access high-end clubs.

That little money is totally not enough.

Especially when he recently wanted to get acquainted with a woman from a high-end club, the cost of having an in-depth communication with her made him even more urgent.

Unfortunately, they were all innocuous things, which made the deputy feel extremely annoyed, especially when he thought about the lady's every frown and smile, but he could only watch, and his anger became more and more intense.

Time passed by minute by minute.

It quickly became dark.

Then, the 'Messaging Stone' flickered again.

Pictures of the 'Psychic Medium' and 'Dead Poets Society. Thirty Choir' were sent back.

Seeing this scene, the deputy immediately became excited.

He knew the opportunity had come!

only……

Do you want to do it?

The risk is a little higher!

But when he thought of the lady, the deputy immediately gritted his teeth - he was going to do it!

Not only do it, but do it thoroughly.

He wanted to sell the information in the 'Messaging Stone' to the big forces he knew, and then take the money and fly away with the lady.

We can't stay in South Los Angeles.

But the inner bay is also a good choice.

If the lady doesn't want to go to the inner bay, they can still go out to sea!

The deputy rushed out of 94 Clara Street in a state of excitement as he thought about the better days ahead with the woman.

…

"Mr. Garcia, I'm sorry."

In the editor-in-chief's office of the 'Clarion', Scott returned the manuscript in his hand to the sad-looking middle-aged man in front of him, Mr. Garcia, with a look of regret on his face.

Scott admires this gentleman from the bottom of his heart.

The other party has been submitting articles to the Bugle for ten years, but none of them have been published.

It's not that the other party's writing is not good enough, on the contrary, the other party has solid skills and rigorous logic.

that is……

It's so ridiculously written.

It's not fantasy, it's fake.

After reading each manuscript, people will have a feeling of "fake, too fake" from the bottom of their hearts.

Scott felt the same way after watching it.

After all, he could understand spies, but completing espionage work based on mere guesses made the young reporter feel impossible.

Therefore, this rejection occurred.

After watching Garcia leave, the young reporter began to pack his things and prepare to get off work.

"The days without Arthur are really peaceful."

The young reporter whispered to himself.

After communicating with the old police chief last night, the two confirmed that Arthur must be favored by the "god of death". Otherwise, how could those cases happen continuously?

However, as Arthur's friend, the young reporter believed that Arthur's face should be taken into account.

So, during Arthur's absence, the young reporter asked the old police chief to go to the club for a drink.

I heard there was a very nice lady here recently.

He wanted to see wetness.

The young reporter walked towards the Shire District Police Station, while Garcia, who left the Clarion, walked towards his home on Clara Street with the manuscript.

"well!

I am indeed a guy with no talent!

I thought it would be a good story! "

Garcia sighed.

What made him sigh even more was that he had to stop writing for a while.

He has no money.

He had to do something else.

For example: selling information.

He was not a professional intelligence dealer, he just carefully observed something at 94 Clara Street after accidentally discovering it.

Later, I found some ways to supplement my life.

While he was thinking about this frustrated writer, he noticed that the deputy from No. 94 Clara Street stood in front of him, blocking the way.

Garcia doesn't like this deputy, even if he peeks into his second career from his identity.

Because, through peeking, Garcia knew who the other person was.

Greedy, lazy, and vicious.

In short, Garcia was able to put all the negative words he thought of on the other party.

"What's your business?"

Garcia asked cautiously.

"information!

Great news – you only have to pay a little money! "

The deputy, who had sold the information around, returned to 94 Clara Street to prepare to leave for the thing. Then, the deputy discovered Garcia returning home.

Seeing Garcia being 'led' by him, the deputy felt a move in his heart.

He plans to make more money.

But Garcia didn't accept this at all.

Go around each other and get ready to go home.

"Don't worry, let's take a look first!"

The deputy took out the 'Messaging Stone' and handed it to Garcia - Garcia, who also had 'a little bit' of talent, skillfully manipulated the 'Messaging Stone'.

This was also taught by the other party, and he received 10 suo.

When he saw part of the contents of the 'Messaging Stone', Garcia's eyes immediately widened.

The members of 'Dead Poets Society' are big figures that Garcia cannot offend.

As for the higher-level members of the ‘Thirty Choir’?

I can't even think about it.

Not to mention someone as high-level as the 'Choir Four'.

"For 100 suo, this 'message stone' is yours.

I promise that the follow-up content will be more exciting. "

The deputy pinched it and said with a smile.

He was already planning to run away. Although the 'Messaging Stone' was valuable, it probably carried the mark of the 'Cloak Society', and he did not dare to take it with him.

It's better to leave it to Garcia and let the other party divert their attention.

Garcia, on the other hand, didn't answer any questions at all. After returning the 'Messaging Stone' to the other party, he turned around and left.

"50, 30...10 ropes!

10 Head Office, right? "

The deputy immediately made a series of offers.

Now that it's reached this point, he doesn't want to return empty-handed.

No matter how small a mosquito's legs are, they are still full of flesh, which can at least allow him to hire a carriage.

Garcia stopped.

10 suo, he really has it, it can be regarded as all his assets.

Although he was certain that the deputy had sold the news around, the person he was selling must be a big shot.

There are some little people who will never be there.

The blockade that big men have against little people like them is beyond imagination.

If he goes to sell...

Able to earn living expenses!

Then I can continue writing behind closed doors!

Thinking of this, Garcia nodded.

Then, the scene about the battle between the 'psychic medium' and the 'Dead Poets Society Thirty Choir' spread in an extremely weird way.

Many high-ranking people in the ‘mysterious side’ of Nanlos knew about it.

Many low-level people in the ‘mysterious side’ of Nanlos also know about it.

Then, there is diffusion.

Spread with unparalleled speed.

At this moment, Wu Ni had just flown into No. 6 Bainiao Street.

Malinda, who was squinting her eyes to rest, opened her eyes the moment Wu Ni flew into No. 6 White Bird Street - the obvious 'air of death' made this lady feel angry.

She thought this was a provocation from the 'Dead Poets Society'.

Immediately, the lady was ready to intensify the interrogation of 'Grover'.

She wanted to torture him out of everything he knew.

Then?

Naturally, he will take revenge on the ‘Dead Poets Society’!

However, when the lady completely locked onto this 'aura of death', astonishment appeared on her face.

Although Wu Ni has undergone some changes due to [Breath of Death], the basic appearance can still be seen.

The lady recognized Wuni at a glance as one of the two crows she had given to Arthur.

However, the lady was equally sure that Wu Ni would not have the 'breath of death'.

Moreover, this speed obviously completes the promotion of magical creatures.

Facing this scene, the lady immediately thought of something——

"So that's it!"