bookrandom Chapter 360 An unexpected thing
Chapter 360 An unexpected thing
Chapter 360: Unexpected Event
The people of the Northern Empire still like to drink when they celebrate.
Just like last time, a group of people came into the store to place their orders and gulped down the food.
The pure Imperial Snow Wine, the rich Southern Malt, and the new Dwarven Blood Wine that was recently added to the shelves, the strong aroma of alcohol mixed with the aroma of food, made the atmosphere in the room hot.
Fan Wei personally doesn’t like the feeling of being drunk, but he respects the local culture. After all, his friends are so enthusiastic!
Especially Aruru, who was already a little tipsy, came close to him and urged him to drink more with fiery eyes.
After more than ten rounds of drinks, the shocked Countess fell down unwillingly, while Fan Wei, who used the space cheat, could only sigh that she and Yunxin should have a lot of common topics.
Introduce them to each other someday!
After bidding farewell to the eldest prince, with whom he had an appointment to meet the next day, he returned to the cold wind and snow in the imperial capital.
Taking a deep breath, Fan Wei stood on the roof and looked at the imperial capital covered in snow. He felt that he quite liked this place.
The sharp contrast between cold and fire, snow and the warmth of delicious food creates a huge tension.
It makes people more aware of their own existence.
After identifying the nearest route, he planned to go around a few circles to get back to the restaurant. The route passed through the minute hand area and the seconds area. The scenery changed along the way as if he was passing through multiple cities.
The huge imperial capital accommodates all kinds of people.
There are nobles and poor people, some with spacious gardens and villas, some living in crowded workshops and settlements, as well as many ethnic minorities, other races who come here to make a living, and some "failures" that cannot be located.
When passing through an area with low houses, crowded and dim, Fan Wei stopped in front of an alley.
He stood at the top of the wooden roof and found a small 'church' without even a roof, with a few wooden sticks supporting a blurry colored canvas.
But this is not an orthodox deity, and for today's pragmatic religious organizations, poor people do not have much value in being won over.
Only a few gods are willing to show mercy, but they are severely marginalized in the kingdom of the god of war and cannot form a group.
People who could not obtain the glory of gods seemed to have created a religion of their own here.
Fan Wei looked at the people crowded in the alley, using their body temperature to keep each other warm. Many of them were dishevelled and their bodies looked a little strange under their coarse cloaks.
They were listening to a sermon by a red-haired man with two horns sprouting from his head, but they were of different sizes and somewhat misaligned.
Fan Wei had heard about these beings that were difficult to define by race. They were the failed products of the empire's large-scale mixed-race experiments, and they were disposed of in order to waste fuel and still be kept as slaves.
These people who were born unfortunate have been working as the lowest level laborers in the imperial capital for hundreds of years.
Although most of the failed products were infertile, some still left offspring and reproduced tenaciously.
The imperial capital gave these beings the most directly insulting name - "bastards".
At the moment, these people living in the alley, under the leadership of the leader, seem to be praising a deity called "Nameless Light", worshiping the Lord who tolerates them, guides them, and gives them gentle comfort of love.
This name of a god sounds very similar to Supreme Glory, but the difference is also huge and it does not quite point to the Three Lives Goddess.
Perhaps it was just a kind of psychological comfort. Fan Wei looked at the crowd crawling and hunched under the cloaks, touched his purse, and found that his strength was really not enough.
With a sigh, he noted the location and left quietly.
In the alley, the person who was not sure whether he was the patriarch or the priest suddenly raised his head, and his two pupils of different colors, one red and one green, like those of a cat, looked towards the place where Fan Wei left.
Back at the restaurant, the Bafang Restaurant, which had not yet opened, was a bit deserted as the issue of business qualifications had already been handled by someone else.
Given such absolute strength, the people at the General Department of Commerce dared not not send it.
Fan Wei thought about it, and the scene he had just seen of people huddled together in the wind and snow emerged in his mind again. He silently took out a big pot from the space.
Making a dish is sometimes not only about the combination of ingredients and cooking skills, but also about the cook’s mood, what he sees and thinks.
It will also have a profound impact.
It seemed that he already knew what should be sold in the restaurant on the first floor, but looking at the empty pot, Fan Wei felt that in order to make this dish perfectly, some special power would be needed.
He took out the monster encyclopedia and the alchemy material directory and began to read them as if they were recipes.
After reading the book for a while, Fan Wei suddenly felt something was wrong. It would take time for Yunxin to challenge the Tower of God, and Luo Na might have her own arrangements for her business.
But why hasn’t Kanisa come back yet?
He took out his pocket watch to check the time, frowned and thought, without hesitation, he went out and went straight to the pupil mechanism.
His intuition told him that something might have happened to the girl!
An official from the Tong Agency came to the main gate of the agency which was still under construction and was planning to install a defensive magic circle on the gate. When he saw Fan Wei coming, his face turned blue and then black.
Because the whole situation was controlled by one person, the pupil mechanism has now become a popular joke in the imperial capital.
Although as an intelligence department, it does not have strong combat capabilities, it cannot withstand the criticism of the public and is now nailed to the pillar of shame.
"What are you doing here?" The officer of the Tong Agency who had been beaten by Fan Wei asked unfriendlyly, wearing a two-handed sword on his waist and a black coat with eye patterns.
"I'm here to see Director Tong. I have something urgent to tell you. Please introduce me to you."
Stopping, Fan Wei appeared very polite and smiled at the official.
But this smile is so dazzling no matter how you look at it! I'm not going to introduce you to anyone!
The official cursed in his heart, but Misler Fan had become really famous recently. Not only had he become a popular figure around the eldest prince, but he had also passed the Tower of God and reached level 60, standing directly at the upper echelons of the imperial capital!
And the director seems to have a good relationship with him. So it’s a big deal that he’s handsome!
The officials made way for Fan Wei angrily and let him go in by himself.
Relying on facial recognition, surrounded by a group of pale-faced members of the Tong Agency who were like frightened birds, he once again came to the underground core layer. It was not so easy to get through here.
Upon noticing Fan Wei's presence, figures gathered around him silently.
Fortunately, Tong seemed to have anticipated his arrival and was already waiting in front of the elevator.
After taking a glance at the shadow in white who was silently retreating into the shadow of the passage with a strange-shaped sickle on his arm, Fan Wei did not ask any questions and just handed over the prepared snacks.
"Hitomi, I need your help."
After listening to Fan Wei's explanation of his purpose, Tong, still wearing the eye mask, sat on the bedside and ate snacks in an unpresentable manner, "I understand. The child you mentioned is indeed in trouble."
"Go to the Seconds Zone, Seven Ring Fan, Tavern No. 1073, Sixth Street, District , to find someone."
“So accurate!”
"Look who I am! If you didn't exist, I would be able to predict what would happen before it happened." Tong snorted proudly when talking about her abilities.
But she has recently been troubled by several predictions about Fan Wei.
"You challenged the Tower of God, right? This matches the prophecy of 'going to the tower', but it doesn't seem to be the true meaning of the prophecy."
Expressing her confusion, Tong reminded again: "Be careful next time. I saw a new sign. There is a 'blood-red color' that will appear before our eyes."
"The little girl next to you may have encountered something serious, so go over there quickly."
"There's a smell of conspiracy there!"