Today is Monday, because I went to the Prophet Association early in the morning, so Xia De didn't have time to pick up the gift.
It happened that both Luvia and Iluna were there, so Shade proposed to pick up this week's gift in front of them.
Asking Iluna to hold the cat tightly to prevent it from escaping into the box again, Shad reached into the metal box.
It has been more than two months since he got this sage-level relic. Except for some surprises brought to him by the banknote printing master, most of the gifts are dispensable.
But this time, Xia De's luck finally came.
"oh!"
His eyes widened suddenly, because his fingers touched a key at the bottom of the box, and then he immediately sensed that it was a relic.
"Finally! Finally! The recent luck is really good. First, I got [Corpse Mirror] in Mibao, and now I got another gift!"
Trying not to show an exaggerated expression on his face, Xia De took out the **** iron-colored key that was somewhat cold. . The key itself was as long as Shad's palm, and the key teeth were small squares. This kind of key was often used on large locks in the old days.
There are very hard-to-observe scratches on the metal surface, which are slender ancient letters like earthworms. After translation, its meaning is:
[The only lock that cannot be opened is the girls' heart lock. 】
"Is it this? It turns out that [God's gift box] can really take out relics."
Luvia on the side commented.
"What's this?"
Xia De asked curiously, and Iluna, who was well-informed in the church, also recognized it:
"A poet-level [Master Key]?"
"Yes, master key, one-time relic, unknown quantity, unknown source. The property is very simple, unconditionally open a lock."
Luvia nodded to Shad:
"Yes, it's very similar to your [Key of the Door]. But the advantage of the relic is that it doesn't consume the user's spirit, even if you open a mystery lock. And when you hold this key, you can strengthen Its own ability to break through illusions. The shortcoming is not only one-time, but also the resulting spatial instability."
Luvia thought for a while:
"The ring warlock who holds the key is more likely than others to encounter accidents in areas that are inherently unstable in space. A small example, holding this key to Fort Midhill, was accidentally involved in [Life and Death Narrow is more likely.”
"That's really a pity, you take it, I have [the key to the door] myself, I don't need this."
Xia De put the key on the table. Although he can't use the key, Xia De is still very happy to get a relic.
The purple-eyed fortune-teller and the seventeen-year-old Rapunzel exchanged glances.
"Leave it in your place."
Iluna took the initiative to say:
"I'm going to Midhill Castle in a few days. I don't want Shad to go to the narrow room of life and death again to rescue me."
"Alright, I'll find a chance to make up for Xia De."
Luvia put away the key, and then asked Xia De:
"So big boy, what kind of mission did God give you this week?"
She and Iluna both laughed, the gift box's "fetch gifts" feature can only be triggered by children, and Luvia's comparison of Shad to "big boys" is indeed funny.
"It's very simple, at least it's easier than swinging a knife 100 times in each of the three days last week. It seems that the difficulty of the weekly task has nothing to do with the value of the gift - give your pet a bath."
Shad said.
"Meow?"
Mia, who was being held by Iluna, suddenly stuck out her head. The big amber eyes looked at Xia De, and the appearance of tilting his head was very cute, so Xia De smiled and took the cat back from Iluna's arms:
Because of this idea, on Tuesday morning, which is the tenth month of this year, the first day of the Moon of Withered Leaves, Shade and Mia got into a "dispute" that broke out over taking a bath.
The winner of this dispute was of course Shad, who first lured the cat to the bathroom with hot water. After closing the door, I fought with Mia in a narrow space and won.
No matter how agile the cat is, it can only lose in front of Xia De, who has the ability to move in space.
She had clearly seen the sea and had taken a bath before, but when Shade put it in the bathtub, Mia still made a "screaming" sound.
But it only barked, and the cat looked around suspiciously. Seeing that the warm water did not harm him, he suddenly became obedient, rubbing Xia De's hand while letting him wash it.
Not even a resistance.
Although the cat may appear to be clever at times, it is ultimately just a cat.
After washing the cat, Shade did not go to Midhill Castle immediately, but took advantage of this Monday to take Mia who had been dried to deal with monthly bills, taxes, and advertising fees in Tobesk, and went to collect This month's MI6 salary.
After dealing with these, I took the cat for lunch. By the time Shad entered the city limits of Fort Midhill, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.
Fortunately, he didn't have anything important to do today. He just wanted to help Rezia count the goods in the warehouse at No. 19 Punjab Avenue, and determine how many things the local "rats" had stolen.
Punjab Street is a street in the city center, adjacent to Sankara Street and Perfume Street, where most of the transnational trade groups are stationed. It is very lively on weekdays, and even more people come and go on the first day of October. Merchants from all over the world want to finalize those important commodity transactions before winter comes.
No. 10 to No. 20 of Punjab Street are all warehouses, but when Shade came here, the first thing he looked at was not No. 19, but No. 18 with a red door plate hanging beside him.
Gray Gloves received information that the goods would arrive at the warehouse on the 18th on the last day of last month, that is, yesterday. And if Xia De's guess is correct, the agent who came to pick up the goods had already died last week on the fourth floor of the Xikar Hotel.
Among the three people who received the goods, the one who knew the address was shot, and the one in charge of security committed suicide at the local police station. Only Professor Higgins is still alive, and it is suspected that on the night of the gunman's suicide, he stole the pen with no information.
"Theoretically speaking, there is a high probability that the goods are still here. Under normal circumstances, the professor of linguistics has no possibility of knowing this address."
Xia De stared at the number plate of No. 18 for a while, then reached out and tapped the door of No. 19, and the door lock opened automatically. Looking around, although there were many people on the street, no one paid attention to it, so he lowered his hat with his right hand and walked in.
This kind of warehouse located in the city center is generally small in size. Of course, due to the consideration of the utilization rate of the land, naturally there will not be only one floor. In addition to the main entrance on Punjab Street, there is also a gate for goods on the other side, but that door is now locked from the inside with rusty hinges, so Shade doesn't have to worry about someone coming from the other side. Side entry door.
Leiziya didn't know why she rented this place, but from the surface, it seemed that some repair parts of steam engines were piled up here.
There is not much decoration inside the warehouse, just paving the floor and painting the walls. There is a very obvious smell of oil in the air, and the metal parts of the boxes are the source of the smell of oil.
"Rezia asked me to check on the third floor."
Between the second and third floors and the first floor, there is a lifting platform powered by a steam engine, and it is very convenient to use. You can start the lifting platform by stepping on the protrusion in the middle. But the start of the power source steam engine requires a special key, and the key is not there now.
Of course, this thing was also very noisy, so Shade didn't use the lock-picking thaumaturgy to move it, but chose to open the iron door at the entrance of the stairs, and then took the stairs to the upper floors.
He didn't forget to lock the door again.
On the second floor are rows of shelves with scattered steam engine parts. There are even some outdated small steam engine disassembly diagrams posted on the walls, and the specific size and alloy type are marked.
Xia De stood by the wall and looked at it for a while ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Then he opened the iron door at the stairway again and went to the third floor.
The layout of the third floor is similar to that of the first floor, and there are also wooden boxes. Xia De found a crowbar by the wall, and pried open the wooden board nailed to death, and saw that there was straw inside, and lying in the straw was a steam-gunpowder hybrid machine gun.
The black metal gun body, the eyepiece, magazine, steam chamber and other small parts were disassembled and put aside. This is the controlled arms that outsiders can only read in books, and it belongs to the destructive weapons in the wars of this era.
"Oh, Leiziya is actually in the arms business, and it's a cross-border arms business. Who is she selling to?"
Xia De whispered in his heart, but it was not very surprising. After all, Rezia and Ms. Aurora can jointly open a shipyard to build some ships that "have military potential but she can't modify them", so selling a few boxes of ammunition is not a problem. unimaginable:
"The arms business seems to be very profitable."
Whispering in his heart, he took out the notebook toy from his pocket, and recorded it while counting the number of boxes after restoring it. Occasionally, one or two boxes will be opened to confirm that the kingdom-controlled arms are contained inside.
After working hard for almost an hour, Xia De finally finished the work.
Carefully return the same way, try not to make too much noise. Fortunately, Xia De was lucky, until he left the No. 19 warehouse in a flash, no one thought of it.
He lowered his hat and walked down the steps, walked along the wall towards the street entrance, thinking of going back to Tobesk immediately to tell Rezia the result. but because
He was walking with his head down, so he didn't take a few steps before accidentally bumping into the shoulder of a stranger who was walking backwards with him.