Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

The man in the black cloak confirmed the location the other party was looking for, repeatedly sizing up Carlemi with a piercing gaze.

Old John's Dumpling Restaurant... such a familiar, deeply ingrained name!

The person he had been searching for had finally... arrived?

"Do you even know or not?" Seeing that he wasn't speaking, Carlemi said impatiently, then raised his foot, ready to leave.

Damn lunatic, selling fish in a tube, and selling it for such a high price.

He shouldn't have wasted time talking to this kind of person.

"Wait a moment, I know the place you're talking about. That restaurant moved; it's about two hundred steps behind you," the man in the black cloak hurriedly pointed behind Carlemi.

Carlemi looked back suspiciously, nodding slightly.

He took out a few copper coins and slapped them into the black cloak's hand, then turned and walked in the direction he had indicated.

Regardless of whether he's crazy or not, it's only a short distance of two hundred steps; let's go take a look first.

Just as he turned to walk in that direction, the man in the black cloak suddenly burst into action.

He reached into his cloak, quickly pulled out a cup, and smashed it towards the back of Carlemi's head!

"Thud, crack!"

A sticky fish was jolted halfway out of the cup, bypassing his neck and slapping him in the face. Carlemi's vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground...

After an unknown amount of time.

Carlemi slowly woke up, feeling a chill beneath him.

He propped himself up, watching the flickering lamplight on the ground, and vaguely realized that he was in a dark room.

Until he looked up and saw the black cloak again, he suddenly became alert.

Crap, he's run into robbers!

"You... what do you want? I can give you money, let me go, let's talk!" Carlemi said tremulously.

The black cloak didn't move, his voice sounding very cold: "Tell me, why are you looking for Old John's Dumpling Restaurant?"

It's not about robbing money; it's because of the dumpling restaurant... Could something have happened to Xiaoshuai?

Carlemi was secretly alarmed, but he didn't dare to tell the truth, and could only say in a low voice: "I heard... I heard their food is delicious, so I came to try it."

As soon as he said this, a chorus of curses erupted around him...

"Bullshit! The dumplings at that place taste worse than shit."

"You're lying without even thinking! This is a fake!"

"Maybe he was sent by the Church; hang him, hang him!"

Carlemi was shocked and quickly looked around, only then discovering that there were quite a few people in the shadows by the walls, all wearing black cloaks and hoods.

Are these people all selling cups? This is a group of lunatics; what exactly happened to the dumpling restaurant?

"Raise your head." A voice rang out from the darkness directly in front, and a figure slowly walked out.

The candlelight on the left and right walls was blocked by pillars, and the figure stood motionless in the dim light, giving a feeling of mystery and evil.

Carlemi was afraid. The man whose upper body was hidden in the shadows clearly had a different status. Although only half of him could be seen, the others were wearing black cloaks, while he was wearing a deep purple cloak with intricate patterns resembling an octopus.

Just as he was in a daze, the black cloak behind him kicked him in the back.

Carlemi cried out in pain, instinctively shouting: "Fuck!"

"Fuck?" The figure in the dim light also exclaimed in surprise.

Hearing the familiar vulgarity, Carlemi's brain temporarily crashed, but the next moment, the figure strode out of the darkness and squatted beside him.

Staring at him intently: "You... who are you? How can you speak Dajing language?"

Looking at that familiar face, Carlemi was also shocked: "Xiaoshuai?... It's me, Carlemi! Don't you recognize me? What the hell is going on here?"

"Why do you have a face full of beard and you've gotten so fat... Is the Dajing fleet here to pick me up?" Xiaoshuai asked excitedly.

"Can you tell me what's going on first? I'm scared..." Tears welled up in Carlemi's eyes.

He's safe, he should be safe now. He thought he was going to die here today...

Xiaoshuai nodded and waved his hand to the surroundings: "Brothers, we're all on the same side, let's disperse."

On his command, a group of black cloaks immediately disappeared into the shadows...

Watching Xiaoshuai, who used to be a Western loser like him, now so powerful, Carlemi couldn't help but feel a flash of envy in his eyes.

Xiaoshuai helped him up and pulled him inside, excitedly saying as he walked: "They're here to pick me up, they finally came to pick me up. Do you know how I've been these past two years!"

"How have you been?" Carlemi asked curiously.

Xiaoshuai paused, with endless memories: "At the beginning, Dog-brother left me here to gather information, so I took the principal and did some business, while paying attention to Fika's situation and looking for news of other Easterners."

"Wait, are you saying that doing business means selling that fish-containing tube? What the hell is that thing used for?"

"It's for..., this idea was Dog-brother's, I thought it was feasible so I did it, didn't he tell you?" Xiaoshuai said, completely unaware that Carlemi beside him had fallen into chaos.

He thought that the wooden tube outside was a container for stewing fish, Dog-brother is so perverted, usually so proper, hiding so deeply?

"At first, selling cups was good because everyone wanted to try something new, and I did make some money. Later, when people found out, they started imitating me. At that time, the port of Fika was full of cup sellers. As a result, the matter blew up and reached the ears of the Church, and the Church reported it to the Pope."

Xiaoshuai said regretfully: "The Pope was furious when he heard the news, unable to accept this, and immediately ordered the arrest and punishment of the cup sellers, and issued the first ban, [Those who use fish cups are heretics]. From then on, all fishmongers had to chop off the fish heads and have them collected by a special person."

Carlemi's mind began to wander... There can be such a development, alarming the Pope?

Xiaoshuai said with heartache: "Later, the Church arrested many people, and no one dared to do it anymore."

"But I ruined the dumpling restaurant. That was my brother's restaurant, and I paid him all the money I had. My brother even kicked me out of the house, but I can't do anything but sell cups, so I can only grit my teeth and continue selling privately. The Pope's ban only said that you can't use fish, not that you can't use other things."

"I racked my brains, trying to make some new articles on the cup to bypass the ban. After exploring all the time, I really made two divine cups."

Carlemi's mood was extremely complicated, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

After all, this thing is too damn abnormal!

"You're defying the wind, aren't you afraid the Church will trouble you?"

"Trouble? What money do you make if you're afraid of things?" Xiaoshuai's expression was rampant, "The bigger the storm, the more expensive the cup!"

"Uh... tell me about your two divine cups, how are they divine?"