God's Prayer and Nightwish

Ye Yuan, passing by there, also thought: Such a familiar boat, why?

Departing from the three islands of the main city of Hummati, passing through the satellite ring, and then skimming the sporadic private ships dotted like space junk, and finally arriving at the edge of the wasteland, even in terms of his ship, the whole process will take more than three hours .Looking at Yewish from a distance, a huge steel dragon broke on the coastline—this used to be the head of the sea-crossing bridge connecting the Waihai Dam. It is said that it took 11 years from the beginning of measurement to the official passage.However, due to the fact that the Waihai Dam needs to be dived regularly every year to repair the air holes formed by corrosion, so in the fifth year of No.30, which was fully radiated, the dam burst and the seawater poured in, not only breaking down the cross-sea bridge, but also the entire coastline. They were all pushed back a few kilometers, and the coastal area was eroded into a swamp, and then slowly dried up in the next half century, becoming the scene of flying yellow sand today.

Beside the crumbling bridgehead stands another steel giant—the former site of an oil factory.This is now the seat of the bounty hunters' guild in the Dahumoti region, and it is also nicknamed the Knights.Ye Yuan looked at the wasteland with his arms folded, stretched out his hand and pressed down, the people behind him immediately understood, lowered the airship, and approached the apron outside the guild silently.

Tonight, Ye Yuan changed to a ship that did not bear the sign of "Leonis" and came out to handle errands, but no one came to greet him until he walked out of the cabin.From the cabin door to the guild hall, there was a bare ground of more than ten meters exposed with stones and loess. Ye Yuan looked down, and a narrow carpet was laid under his feet.

The original building of the factory had a very high ceiling, and the sunlight shone in through the dusty large glass windows, and there were countless floating ash in the air.On both sides of the hall, there are several rows of steel staircases and walkways embedded in the walls, and the rest in the middle are full of noisy people.

The hall was roughly divided into several large areas, and the iron plate hanging from the chain above the head was used as an indicator. Ye Yuan hadn't been here a few times, and it seemed that every time he came, it changed a lot. He raised his chin slightly and looked around. A voice came up behind him: "Sir, Old Bob is in office No. 2 on the left front."

Ye Yuan nodded slightly, and his attendant quickly walked a few steps to help him separate the pushing and shouting crowd a little bit. Everyone looked over and kept mentioning the word "humoti" amidst the low buzzing.

Yewish walked to the door of Office No. 2 without looking sideways, and there were two people talking inside.

Through the yellowed dim glass, Yewish recognized the person sitting behind the huge desk as "Old Bob", and the one standing at the other end of the desk was a tall, gray-haired bounty hunter with blue veins on his neck Now, his face was flushed, and he was holding the lid of a jam jar tightly in his hand, his voice trembling and suppressed: "No, please, I won't keep it next time."

Old Bob laughed contemptuously: "Next time? Do you want to have a next time? If you fail a mission once, you will be downgraded. You are already a D-rank, and if you downgrade again, you will have to recycle the label. You know the rules."

"I understand, I understand, but..." Before the hunter finished speaking, old Bob said again: "You have been here longer than me, and the rules are clearer than I am. The rules are not made by you, nor by me. Yes, we all follow the rules."

His drawl was arrogant, like an organ out of tune.

"Please, I am willing to accept the mission at half price, this time forget it!" the hunter begged.

"That won't work," said old Bob, "Ken, you are old too, do you think anyone will be willing to hire you even with this label? The number of places is limited, please take the initiative to let me out, don't force me in the guild Get someone to do it."

As he said this, the two big men standing against the wall took a step forward threateningly. The hunter showed a painful expression and begged: "Please, I can only go back to the wasteland. will die!"

Old Bob put down the enamel cup in his hand, and asked back: "Aren't people going to die if they live?"

The hunter seemed to be stunned and couldn't say anything anymore. Old Bob lost his patience and instructed the people at hand to take back the label with the "D" grade printed on it.

Ye Yuan, who was standing outside the door, stepped in, interrupted everyone, and said, "No need."

Old Bob glanced at him, almost fell off the stool, stood up hastily, and pushed away the two bodyguards standing in front of him.But before he could get close to Yewish, he was blocked by Yewish's attendants.

Although these attendants were dressed in slim suits and looked polite, Old Bob had no doubt that they could break the arms of his bodyguards.

"Why did you come here?" He piled up a smile, his eyes were hidden in the fat, "Sir."

Ye Yuan showed a casual smile: "Take a walk." He looked over Old Bob's shoulder, raised his chin towards the thick roster on his desk, spread his hands and said, "Choose a few people by the way."

Old Bob was about to throw the old hunter out, but Nightwish said again, "Don't worry, this one is also included."

Old Bob was about to go back and hold the A-level and S-level hunter booklets—every time Nightwish sent people, most of them were recruiting knights, and almost every time they could make up a large group of 30 people. I don't even look at the price, but I don't know why I came here in person this time.There were already a lot of noisy heads outside the office - the master of Humoti came to the guild, and the news spread quickly.

After hearing Yewish's words, Old Bob turned around in surprise: "Sir, this guy is only a D-rank, no no, he is no longer qualified, there are S-rank hunters here, take a look..."

After hearing this, the old hunter said quickly: "My lord, I am very cheap and can take any job."

"Shut up!" Old Bob was also a hunter when he was young. He kicked the old hunter mercilessly and kicked on the old hunter's shoulder. "And you! Don't be around outside, go away!"

The old hunter's staggering figure and forbearing expression awakened some long-standing memories of Ye Yuan.

Outsiders only know that this is a rich man from Humoti, but they don't know who this person is.Old Bob has been in charge of the knight roster for 12 years. He is very clear and even more aware that although this person in front of him always looks at him with a polite smile, he is more careful than any domineering slave owner—he is A man who is only one step away from the top of the pyramid.

Ye Yuan tilted his head, with a young and fair face under the blond hair, and smiled: "Is it me who chooses, or you chooses?"

Old Bob stood up immediately: "Of course it's you."

Ye Yuan asked: "How many people are there in that book in your hand?"

Old Bob said: "A level currently has 332 people, and there are 189 people without long-term tasks."

Ye Yuan asked, "Where is the S rank?"

Old Bob said: "129, 73 without assignments."

Ye Yuan frowned: "That's all?"

Old Bob nodded apprehensively—is it too few for a few hundred people?

Ye Yuan nodded and said: "Okay, let's do this first, leave all of these to me," he waved his hand, and ordered: "If there are any missions to be released in the next month, leave them all to me, and then you will give the B-level Take it out and let me see if I can use it."

Old Bob still couldn't react: "All, all?"

But Nightwish's attendants had already come over to take over the roster. Shocked, Old Bob hurriedly took out the B-level roster—this booklet was much thicker, and he ordered three copies, and Nightwish closed after turning two pages. on.

Old Bob asked cautiously: "What's the matter, sir, it's not suitable?"

Ye Yuan turned around and saw the old hunter respectfully standing aside, and asked, "How long have you been a hunter?"

The old hunter replied, "It has been 40 years, and Humati came here 13 years ago."

Ye Yuan tapped the hard cover of the roster lightly, and asked, "Are you familiar with these hunters?"

The old hunter nodded: "I don't say that they have cooperated, but most of them know something."

"Okay," Ye Yuan signaled him to come forward: "All those with A-level potential will be selected. After the selection, the roster will be directly handed over to Bob for sorting, and the consolidated list will be given to him."

One of Nightwish's squires stepped forward.

"Oh, by the way," Ye Yuan smiled politely at the old hunter, "Remember to add your name to it."

The old hunter held the roster and nodded dully.

Old Bob was still full of disbelief. Seeing that Yewish was about to leave the door, he stammered, "May I ask what you want so many people to do?"

Ye Yuan didn't turn her head, and said, "I can't."

As he walked away, he saw from the reflection of the mirror window that the smile on the face of old Bob, who bowed to see him off, was gradually disappearing, and the whispers around him entered his ears.

He could already imagine what these people would say about him once he left.

"God's lackey."

On the way back, Nightwish made a detour to buy a box of "Lance" cigars—this was the real purpose of his trip, and the selection was just a matter of passing.This box of tobacco almost catches up with the hiring cost of a regiment. In this era when water is more expensive than oil, there is no red soil suitable for planting and climate rainfall. These small pieces of tobacco leaves are a real luxury.

He picked out a cigar, put it under his nose, sniffed it, and put it away with satisfaction.

The shopkeeper who entertained him behind closed doors said: "We just bought a good thing, I wonder if you are interested?"

Ye Yuan has been buying cigars in this store for many years, and has known the owner for a long time, so he immediately asked, "Oh?"

The owner said, "The one you helped buy the cigars for, might like this."

He took out a square object wrapped in layers of linen from under the counter. After removing the linen, there was still a delicate soft cloth inside. After opening it again, a wooden box appeared.

Rao Shi Yeyuan couldn't help raising his eyebrows that there were such exquisite wooden products on the wasteland.

The wooden box is intricately carved, revealing a beautiful brown-red color, which complements the golden-rimmed handle. Ye Yuan reached out to open the top cover and asked, "A cigar box?"

The owner smiled and nodded.

Yewish also smiled - it seemed like something that person would like.

The shopkeeper said: "I don't need to say any more useless nonsense, except for you, this beautiful baby is really hard to find. Take it as long as you think it suits you."

Ye Yuan looked at the box again and again—the details are so rich, each cigar holder turned out to be a golden statuette with a different look at the head and tail. , is indeed a rare good product.

"What do you think?" Nightwish closed the box.

"Thank you for your care over the years. How about a 2000 refill?" the shopkeeper said.

Ye Yuan smiled again: "Fold in half? Why is there still a market price for this thing?"

The shopkeeper didn't flinch, and said with a smile: "The important thing is that someone likes it."

Ye Yuan glanced around the store, didn't stop at any product or price tag, but already knew it, and said: "Give him 1200 refills, let's go."

The shopkeeper bowed slightly: "Thank you for your patronage."

When we walked out of the store, the sky was already getting dark, and the lights on the sea were turned on one by one.When Ye Yuan was about to walk back to her own boat, she suddenly remembered why the boat that passed by when she went out today looked so familiar.

That used to be his ship.

The author has something to say

The purchasing power of refills is very high! (sounds like a money fan)