Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1029: Make Up an Ingenious Name

"In that case, is that Miss Boleyn really gone?" At a First Avenue clothing store, Lucy picked up one of the most popular dark red dresses in the empire this year and stuck it on her body and asked, "Does it look good?"

Alan nodded. The skirt was dark red with black lace and the fluffy treatment of the skirt made it look noble and generous. However, the price of a dress like this wasn't too low. At least two hundred gold coins wasn't something anyone could take out.

Lucy put down her skirt and circled around Allen, narrowing her eyes. "Then you're not regretful now. That's a young lady. Let her run away like that."

"Of course I'm sorry," Ellen said, spreading out his hands. "That young lady still owes me a lot of money." josei

Lucy rolled her eyes and pulled Ellen out of the shop. They had already stayed in Sardinia for a few days, and Shawn had gained a lot these days. In addition to the large number of weapons orders, we have also reached an agreement with other chambers of commerce in the fields of grain, spinning, raw ore and so on. Even at Edward's instigation, Shawn intentionally or unintentionally revealed the north-south trade route, and many businessmen showed an interested side.

The trip to Sardinia was smoother than he had imagined. Originally, he and Edward thought that Slyn would make things difficult for them because of Black Feather, but he didn't expect that not only did he not interfere, but he also vigorously promoted the cooperation between the business community of Sardinia and Allen. This kind of method was a bit interesting. But no matter what, the current situation was beneficial to Allen's side. Furthermore, from Mark's visit, it wasn't hard to tell that although the upper echelons of the empire in the north were surging with undercurrents, Allen and the others weren't all enemies.

Shawn and the other merchants were the busiest to stay in the city these few days, but Alan was rarely at ease. Apart from attending a few banquets arranged by Slyn, he spent most of his time nurturing Origin Energy. Today, they pulled Lucy out to go shopping. The two of them wandered aimlessly wherever they went. This was a rare happy time for the two of them, and it was exactly what they said. True love is not always saying "I love you" to her. It's where she goes, where I am.

Lucy stopped at a grocery store and did not know what attracted her attention. Alan watched as she squatted down at a small stall in front of the shop. The stall was filled with strange things. It was like a mask with strange patterns, incomplete beast teeth, broken swords, or only half of the beast's head. Lucy took out a metal hexahedron from inside, squinted her eyes, and pressed her hands against the upper and lower cubes, spinning in different directions, causing a hidden compartment to pop up in the middle.

The grocery store owner walked out and smiled. "Miss, do you like it? This is a gadget I bought from an adventurer. I heard it was unearthed from the Blood King's Cemetery. It's just that it's useless. The Empire's investigation won't accept it. I spent a little money to buy it. If Miss likes it, I can sell it to you for two gold coins."

Lucy took out a gold coin from her pocket and tossed it to the boss. "It's covered with a layer of dust. I think you've been keeping it for quite some time. Sell it to me for a gold coin. Otherwise, I don't know how long."

The boss smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Miss's eyes are really accurate. Well, it's an honor for a small shop to have such a beautiful lady like you here. I'll sell it to you."

Lucy tossed the metal cube back. Alan glanced at it and saw that it was already covered in dark green rust. He frowned and said, "Why didn't I know that you liked this kind of thing?"

"Didn't you hear what the boss said? It's something from the Blood King's Cemetery." Lucy threw the cube and narrowed her eyes. "Have you ever thought that the Blood King's Cemetery might be the same ruins as the Serpent King Base?"

Alan immediately understood and whispered, "You mean the Blood King's Cemetery could be a product of the Golden Tree Project?"

"This is not impossible. Think about it, if the king snake base in the highlands was discovered by the empire, it should also be considered an ancient relic. However, the Blood King Cemetery is much larger than the king snake base. If it is also part of the Golden Tree Project, then its importance must be above the king snake base." Said Lucy, turning to the cube in her hand.

'"A snake king base is hiding a vicious creature like the Empress. It's hard for me to imagine how many terrifying things there are in the Blood King's Graveyard, let alone what you studied on Heaven's Planet."

"Who knows? I'm afraid even my father doesn't know about this. I asked him before and he doesn't seem to know about the Golden Tree Plan. I can't find any clues from the Royal Library. After all, it was the era of the Golden Rose. It's too far away from now. I'm afraid the truth has long been lost in history."

Seeing that it was getting late, the two of them returned to the Flying Elephant Hotel. In front of Pavilion 6, he could see a group of people surrounding him, and even a group of Bucks soldiers. In front of the gates of Pavilion 6 was a row of Mountain King warriors, seemingly confronting the Bucks. Alan frowned as he brought Lucy closer. He heard a man in the crowd shouting, "How dare you stop our quartermaster? Who do you think you are? You're just a bunch of country bumpkins from the border!"

Ellen sneered, "What is the Quartermaster Department? Get out of my way."

He took a step forward, and under his aura, a few Bucks soldiers standing in front of him turned pale and subconsciously made way. Alan saw an officer in black shouting at Edward arrogantly. When he heard Alan's words, he turned around and his face was about to explode with anger. When he saw the appearance of the person in front of him, he roughly knew Alan's identity and forcefully swallowed the words that rushed to his mouth. "This must be Sir Alan," he pretended to cough dryly.

"It's good that you know. If you have something to say, hurry up. If you have fart, hurry up. Then, call me back from where you came from." Alan said mercilessly.

The official's face turned green and purple. He sneered as he took out a document from his body and handed it to Allen. "Viscount Allen, please take a look. According to Lord Devon's orders, we will expropriate your Thunderwolf Rifles and other related weapons according to the empire's constitution. Of course, they are not expropriated for free. The Quartermaster will pay the viscount a compensation."

"Oh? Interesting. How come I've never heard of an item in the empire's constitution that allows me to forcefully recruit equipment. Furthermore, it's mine." Alan looked at Edward and asked, "Have you heard of it?"

Edward said calmly, "There is a provision in the empire's constitution for the expropriation of equipment."

The Quartermaster immediately raised his head and added unexpectedly, "However, the provision states that the forcible requisition of equipment is based on the premise that the owner of the equipment has violated the imperial penal code, such as treason, murder of an imperial official, or mismanagement of the territory. The Empire may, in accordance with the law, confiscate its equipment, armies and other related property. However, the executing party is not the Quartermaster General, but the Imperial Supervisory Council. "

Alan nodded and rubbed the document without saying a word. When he released his hand, the document had already turned into ashes. '"Are you crazy? You are openly disobeying orders! Someone, bring him …" the officer's face turned red as he pointed at Allen's nose and shouted, "Are you crazy? You are openly disobeying orders!"

He wanted the soldiers to take Alan down, but he suddenly remembered that he was a viscount of the empire. In the entire city of Sardinia, only General Slyn had the right to do so. Allen grabbed his finger with one hand and pressed it hard. The official immediately cried out like he was slaughtering a pig. Following Allen's movement, he had to squat down so that his fingers wouldn't be snapped off by Allen. Ellen sneered at him and said, "Stop playing tricks on me. I don't know what the Quartermaster Department is trying to do, but there's no way you can eat my equipment under such a clever name." Go back and tell you what Director Devon is. If he doesn't scram over tonight and give me a satisfactory explanation, ask him to wait at home for me. "Wait for me to personally come and ask about it tomorrow. If I were to personally pay you a visit, your secretary would probably not be in such a happy mood."

Then Alan let go of him, did not look at the man on the ground again, and brought Lucy and Edward and the others into the door. The officer of the Quartermaster Department blushed, glared at the door, and then left with a dejected expression.

The entire process fell into his eyes. It was on the third floor of another hotel opposite Hall 6. Slyn and Fatty Peter stood by the window, the general expressionless, and Fatty Peter smiled bitterly. Seeing the people from the Quartermaster Department leave, Fat Peter sighed, "These days, this Sir Alan looks like a good talker. I didn't expect him to be so tough. He completely ignored the Quartermaster Department. He didn't even say a few words and directly threw him back."

Slyn snorted, "Then you can think of something. Leak the news of the Thunderwolf rifle to Devon, then let me hint to him to collect the equipment, and then you can make it up to him." Peter, that's a good idea. First, you earned the kindness of that knight, and secondly, you put on a quartermaster to suppress him, so that he can only sell his equipment to you invisibly. You have a monopoly on the Thunderwolf rifle market. But now, it was self-defeating. I still have to appease Devon, lest he really offends him with ignorance. "

"Don't you think that a person who dares to poke a hole in the darkness will be a fuel-efficient lamp?"

Fat Peter said angrily, "Then why didn't you object to my suggestion?"

Slyn said unhurriedly, "If you don't experience it personally, how can you learn to be good?" The knight's wrist is more powerful than you and I imagined. Otherwise, why do you think I'm so patient with him? I even took the initiative to let you guys meet him. "My black feathers are ruined by this lord. However, with my strength, I can't touch him at all. On the contrary, I will cause a stench all over my body."

"It's better to leave such a troublesome person to the adults of the north to deal with."

Fat Peter laughed, "I said, why did your old Slyn act like a cowardly turtle? So that's how it is. There's no one else here, or tell me honestly, is the equipment you bought for old Mark yours?"

Silin sneered, "What a joke. Although I'm a general of the Bucks Army, I can't casually summon two hundred elite cavalry. Besides, two hundred people will never be able to return. How can I explain such a big hole to the Imperial Army?"

"If that's the case, someone else will take that lord's life."

"Naturally, I'm not the only one who will suffer from the Dark Lands."