The prisoner and the sea

Chapter 245 Jurisprudence Issues
"...Area No. [-] needs five professional embalmers! What? No, then you can find a few forensic doctors and give them some money to clean up and go there!"

"... There is a resurrection of the dead in area [-], and Pope Gwen is needed... No, no, no, the Pope's schedule is already full, so you can arrange for those two loli demons to pull the shade cloth, be ruthless, and use some military use Just clean it up, remember to clean up the shell casings!"

"...The Shade believer was pushed down the steps by the cat lamp for playing with the cat lamp. Now his buttocks are sensitive and he has to report for sick leave? Throw two cat lamps in and let him think about asking for leave."

Curseblade handles all kinds of affairs with proficiency and amazing speed. For her, this is just a part of the most ordinary daily life.

"I suspect she has fifteen brains." Laura conspired with Gwen aloud.

"Otherwise, how could this guy handle the affairs once, organize the plan while freeing up his hands to pet the cat at the same time."

On the coffee table next to the curse blade, there is a slime cat lamp, which completely feels like a slime cat dumpling, but the liquid on the body has condensed into fluffy cat fur, which is warm and warm when rubbed on it. , there is also a smooth feel of warm water, and there is also a buff [touch the cat for you], which will bring the ability to think clearly for about a minute to Yuanlishi.

Theoretically speaking, putting one in the office and everyone taking turns masturbating can increase the efficiency by nearly 50%, but no one except Curseblade has the ability to maintain this buff.

Nobody has the energy to pet a cat like this squirrel!

"That's it, you can ask the jackal about the oxygen supply flower, he will plant it! See you later!"

Curse Blade covered the phone, and walked over with great vigor.

I have to say that this woman has a frightening energy, and she said hello without a trace of fatigue:
"Dear Pope, do you want to come and dance for us humble church officials?"

Gwen pursed her lips and stared at her silently.

"Okay, okay, what's the hurry?"

Gwen looked at Laura, letting Laura speak first.

"There are two things, one about Gwen, we need a danger assessment of the mind flayer Pope."

She held up her right index finger.

"Secondly, the other party needs a risk assessment for the mind flayer's scribe sect."

She raised her middle finger, and Laura showed that sweet smile, like a little princess: "These two things, the first one comes from the Special Investigation Bureau, and the second one comes from the Blackstone Society of the Mind Flayer. "

"Suka!" Gwen scolded, "Aren't these all our competitors? Are you a spy?"

"Suka, who do you think is working in the clerical church now?"

The curse blade made up a knife:

"Among the members who sincerely want to join us, [-]% of the diplomas are about prenatal education, and [-]% are prenatal education but have not graduated. If you don't count spies from all walks of life, Gwen, we are now even You can't even get an embalmer army together. So..."

"...The backbone of our team is actually spies and secret agents. Then, we all train scumbags for low-level church members. Simply put, they are cannon fodder. If we can reasonably waste them in the mission, then it will save us from liquidation at that time. By the way, if they can really stand out from the cannon fodder career, it means that they have paid enough, because our tasks are very dangerous, tasks that other organizations are unwilling to accept."

This is a rather pertinent sentence.

The Clerical Church was first established, and Curseblade is following the path of legal association, so the means of getting money can only be those "tasks that dogs don't even accept".

Clean up the monster lairs that are hard to return, get out of the train to repair trade routes, purify the undead, and collect corpses for processing... Except for the last one, other tasks are not easy. Basically, about five to ten scumbags can die every time, and occasionally There will be spy casualties, but generally acceptable.

But the problem is, not everyone on the fellow account wants to join the clerical sect!

"The manpower is actually not enough, and some people have already begun to mutter and spread the fallacy that the clerical order is not an authentic mind flayer."

Curseblade has fully entered into character.

After wiping the tears that didn't exist in the corners of her eyes, she said to Laura without changing her face: "On my desktop is the evaluation report of His Excellency the Pope, as well as the research values ​​of the power of mind flayers by a non-existent scientific research team. There are also the report of the church organization that came out of the gray tower, and the reports of the six core members of the different church that the rabbit mantle intensively cultivated. Vibrant organization..."

Gwen listened with gusto.

"Are we?"

Curse Blade glanced at him, and muttered: "I knew that the improvement of dragons does not include IQ..."

"Now it is."

She pointed to the documents on the desktop.

Laura ran over with a smile and picked up the documents, "Oh, is it a printout? Did you find a cat lamp to make it?"

"Do a full set of plays, the devil is in the details."

After Laura packed up a copy of the information, she read it and asked, "By the way, how many people have seen this?"

"A dozen or so spies. Of course, the rabbit and I made up more than one set, and we didn't give all of them. What you have in your hand is all of them."

"Oh!" Laura rubbed her chin, "Then I have to charge a little more."

"Only two of them approached you to buy information?"

"In fact, there is a third one, the Mind Flayer Cult."

"You didn't agree?"

"of course not!"

Gwen was a little comforted to see Laura's righteous performance.

There are still people on the side of justice.

Then Laura said grandly:

"Because the military coupons of the Mind Flayer Cult can't be cashed every time, the credibility has already gone bankrupt with me, even a Welji will not make a second transaction with the Mind Flayer Cult !"

Curseblade took a deep look at her:
"Not even a Welgie would trade with them a second time."

The two looked at each other for half a second, barking and laughing, even laughing together with the cat lamp on.

In Utopia, racial jokes never go out of style.

"Okay, Gwen, what do you want me to do?"

After Curseblade dealt with Laura's affairs, he was ready to deal with Gwen's.

"It's something."

When Gwen was out recently, she had encountered other mind flayers quite a few times.

The attitude of most mind flayers towards themselves has not changed at all, it has not changed at all.As Long Yan said:

"Although it's true that they are all your subordinates in name, they really don't take you seriously."

If it was before, it would be irrelevant, but now there is nothing to say.

Gwen decides to exercise her power as a mind flayer reanimation to end the status quo of mind flayers being exploited by nefarious illegal societies.

But unfortunately, these mind flayers have said that although he is orthodox, he is not orthodox enough. Everyone didn't see you at the meeting and dinner in the world of strange stories. Why are you suddenly parachuted to become the leader?This is inappropriate, my mind flayer community has its own public opinion.

"...You see, when I went out at night, I happened to meet a mind flayer who was stealing my mind. I followed and found that this mind flayer was a phantom summoned by an evil association but with the power of ghost talk, The person whose mind was taken is an innocent person, so I wanted to persuade it to stop taking it and go back, but I didn't expect that it would not listen to me, and I had to do it... I don't have much restraint on them. , It has spread all over the ghost story world!"

Cursed Blade and Laura listened with gusto.

Laura asked, "Does news travel that fast in the ghost story world?"

Gwen stared at Mao Deng who was sleeping soundly: "It's from Mao Deng!"

"That's not surprising." Cursed Blade crossed his hands, "So, you are going to take action to increase your prestige among the mind flayer crowd? At the same time increase your legitimacy?"

"That's right!"

Gwen patted her thigh, "I went to chat with Annalie and had a friendly exchange of opinions."

It was actually Gwen who beat Annalie hard.

In other words, two meals!
The mind flayer Annali reluctantly handed over a piece of information.

"she says……"

Gwen took a sip of tea.

"...Didn't the mind flayer have a big fight with the authorities back then? Did it end at the price of a true warrior?"

"And the battlefield back then, for various reasons, is still somewhere in the intricate underground world of the Old Countryman, and no one has discovered it so far."

There are a large number of strange talk lairs on the bottom floor of the Old Villager.

It is an area that even the two religious orders do not want to develop. The development cost is high and the development time is long. The final income is one or two pieces of land that can be planted. It is really impossible to recover the cost.

But at the same time, due to its intricate and closely related characteristics with the world of ghost stories, it is also the best place for setting up rituals for ghost stories.

The place where they tried to seal the mind flayer was in the underground world.

Gwen asked for the coordinates from Annaleigh:

"It's in a place called Evans Castle underground."

Laura first clapped her hands with interest:
"Oh? An ancient battlefield? Hiss, there must be many treasures here..."

Cursed Blade pondered: "Can you mark it? Let's compare the map to see the cost of excavation and exploration... If it can improve your legitimacy, we can directly eat a few elite mind flayer associations, so It can greatly make up for our lack of talents and non-spy agents."

"of course can."

Gwen briskly took out the map, spread it on the table, kicked off her shoes and knelt on it, took out a pencil and slowly followed the features and locations that Annalie said.

After all, it has been a while since then.

And all cities in Utopia, unless they are really small, are made up of moving trains.

Therefore, it is necessary to start marking lines from well-known scenic spots.

Fortunately, Gwen has a good memory and can remember the mind flayer Annaleigh's magic words.

For example, what to say: "Hey, here, I killed someone on the mountain. In the afternoon, I was facing the sun, hey... I went down again XX..."

Through these vague words, Gwen had to think carefully and compare every clue on the big map to find Evans Castle.

However, in a sense.

Anna Li has indeed given the coordinates.

When he was drawing the map, Cursed Blade controlled his gaze, and said to Sister Laura, who was staring straight at her eyes:
"Sister Laura, are you free to say hello to the higher-ups recently?"

"With whom?" Laura withdrew her eyes and turned her serious face to the Curseblade.

"Long Yan."

Now even Gwen is preoccupied with hearing what Squirrel Girl is going to say.

"According to reliable information, the special mission team sent a person to find the undercover agent, and asked the undercover agent to send a small team to thoroughly investigate the death of the special commissioner. Due to the relatively large amount of money given, a small group of people decided not to participate in any political affairs. It is possible that the secret investigators of the speculative activities decided to conduct investigations, or even frame them."

Curse Blade coughed lightly:
"Of course, I don't want to tell Long Yan about this matter. I just said, you may say hello to Long Yan recently? The fellow countryman's number belongs to the fellow countryman. I have always liked this rule."

Laura touched her chin: "Who in the special investigation team asked to inquire?"

Curseblade looked at the map, stretched out his fingers and scratched the soles of Gwen's feet to keep him from being lazy.

"I have no intention of disclosing the name of the lady who has always liked to criticize Long Yan's actions."

Laura and Curseblade looked at each other and smiled, reaching a tacit understanding.

After that, the topic became a little lighter, such as:

"The Gray Tower was recently besieged by several members of the Mind Flayer Sect. We almost had to hold a funeral ceremony for him, do you know?"

"What?" Gwen couldn't help asking.

Curseblade spread his hands:

"But it's a blessing in disguise. His original power has finally been fully revealed, and it has practical uses."

"Fortified?"

I have to admit that sometimes Laura speaks with a sense of discrimination.

"Probably."

Curseblade generally doesn't inquire about other people's source power.

In Utopia, unless you have the ability to reveal your card, everyone will generally hide it so that no one will know what the specific situation is.

"So you're saying we're going to put him in the team? That is, if we go to explore Evans Castle?" Gwen asked.

"He shouldn't be free. Recently, he still has something to do. He needs to prepare the giant rat cart of the Clerical Cult."

……

The Old Countryman, Old Street, Milan Assembly Factory.

The Gray Tower is negotiating business with his fellow Shads, and is finalizing the details, with a sense of Shad's finalization of the details.

— gurgling gurgling.

The Shadman Miria blew on a bottle of Shad spirit in one breath, breathing heavily.This [-]-meter-tall Shade female engineer usually likes to drink, and besides drinking, she only works on engineering while drunk.

she says:

"Brother Huita, it's not that we don't want to discount, it's that the business is not doing well. The train situation is not very good recently, and there is a long night before the tea festival. Now wow, everyone is reducing expenses, business is not very good Do. Every time we knock out a car, we will lose money instead, and many bosses would rather close the shop than do business again."

Without further ado, Huita drank a bottle.

Now we have something to talk about.

"Well, it's not impossible, but..."

(End of this chapter)