Chapter 159

In the evening, sweet shrimp pub.

In the tavern hall, people's voices are boiling and there is a miasma.

Poor Billy was pinned on a wooden table by seven or eight colleagues with a funnel in his mouth. A bucket of five liters of rum was pouring into the funnel.

Billy was already rolling his eyes, and the golden brown liquor was gushing from his mouth all over his body.

A group of happy policemen and sailors gathered around, or stood on wooden tables and cheered loudly: "drink, drink, drink Irrigation, irrigation, irrigation Keep drinking Keep pouring! "

On the floor beside the wooden table, there were already five or six chubby policemen lying on the ground, all over the alcohol fumes, falling into a half dead state of fainting.

Unfortunately, even with the use of large fishing tackle, Billy and his friends were still in the bottom ten in the afternoon's fishing competition.

The top ten were all sailors from the big fishing boat. They have extremely rich sea fishing experience. It can be said that this is their ability to feed their families. How can they lose?

The dark skinned sailors, triumphantly embracing the flowery maids, mingled in the crowd and laughed wildly.

Billy, who rolled his white eyes, looked hopelessly at the gradually shaking ceiling. His fingers twitched feebly, as if a drowning man wanted to catch the last straw. However, he was surrounded by a group of "close colleagues" who had fallen into trouble and couldn't find a straw.

On the second floor of sweet shrimp tavern, you can see that in the private room with sea view outside, Qiao with reddish complexion is sitting at the square table, burping wine constantly.

Hot and full of wine, Joe pointed to Sherlock opposite the square table and yelled: "I, Joe Rong Vito, have a strong ability of sea fishing Today, it's just an accident, otherwise I can't catch a single fish

Yes, I don't know why. Maybe it's bad luck. Maybe Joe overestimates his sea fishing skills. In a word, in the sea fishing competition this afternoon, he didn't get any fish scales!

"But I will never cheat. The last one is the last one. A small barrel of rum. What's the matter

Joe was a little short of breath, and just as Billy began to drink, he took out a small bucket full of rum as he had agreed.

Every time he breathed, the wine gas in the compartment was more intense. Even the sea breeze outside the window was hard to disperse.

After all, it's five liters of rum. Relying on his strong physique, Joe drank five liters of rum in one breath. He also felt dizzy and drunk.

But Joe's physique is so strong, after all, he and Sherlock sit in the private room, after a short half a quarter of an hour, the strength of the wine has gone 70% or so.

Sherlock changed into his usual costume.

Well groomed tuxedos, polished leather boots, and sleek, meticulous hair.

He looked at Qiao, whose face was reddish, and nodded with a smile: "it can be seen that Qiao is honest and trustworthy, and is a real aristocrat I'm right to come to lovegang this time

Joe gave the last belch, then sat up straight, his hands on the wooden table, his eyes fixed on Sherlock: "so, it's not a chance to meet you. Are you looking for me?"

Sherlock smile, smile sincere and soft: "I hate fishing, I think, this is a meaningless waste of life."

"But, because of my identity, I am obviously not in a position to make public and direct visits. The plenipotentiary special envoy of ice sea Kingdom specially visits the family members of the chairman of the seven member committee of port Tulun. There is no doubt that this will lead to too much over interpretation, which will cause a lot of trouble. "

"If I make an appointment with you in secret in other ways, Donglu has a very reasonable saying that there is no airtight wall in the world, and the secret appointment will obviously arouse more suspicion and suspicion. Especially in the port of Tulun, this is the place where all the major forces have heard of and have endless intrigues. "

"It's very reasonable to have a formal dinner invitation because of fishing on the sea."

"This means, very hypocritical, but both you and I can say to anyone that this is a polite dinner invitation. You are now the "landlord" of lefeggang, and I am an unintentional "guest". Such a gathering is in line with aristocratic etiquette and diplomatic etiquette. No one can find fault with anything. "

Joe slapped heavily on his forehead, he looked at Sherlock speechless.

"It's just a meeting. Is it so complicated? Do you need it? "

Sherlock smiles.

He took out his small pipe, knocked it against the edge of the wooden table, took out a small silk pocket, twisted some tobacco into his pipe, lit it and took two puffs.

"Sometimes, save trouble if you can." Sherlock had a good laugh, and across the wooden table he held out his right hand to Joe: "introduce myself, Sherlock thr springland, count of the ice sea Kingdom, and other idle duties. Of course, these positions are not important. I'm here to see you today My identity is - al the swordsman. "Joe took Sherlock's hand and shook it gently.

Hearing Sherlock's self introduction, Joe looked at him in astonishment: "Al, swordsman? What is this? "

Laplaci screamed in Joe's head: "scarlet with money, I know what Al is Do you need al's information? Just a million gold marks, just a tiny million... "

A million gold marks?

Joe's face twitched heavily. He looked at Sherlock strangely: "Dear Sherlock, can you tell me what is al's swordsman?"

In Joaquin's heart, there was a little excitement and joy, even a little joy brought by his revenge on Laplacian.

A million gold marks worth of intelligence?

Ho ho ho ho, dear Sherlock, the scarlet Joe, who is rich but stingy, is ready to listen.

With their palms apart, Sherlock moved his body to make himself more comfortable. He leaned back in his chair, puffing smoke, and slowly said, "Al, it's a mutual aid organization with a long history."

"Some say Al is medland's biggest intelligence dealer."

"Some say Al is medland's most dangerous schemer."

"Some people say Al is an evil heresy manipulated by demons."

"Some people say al exists to destroy the world."

"If you know about the filth and evil of Al, it must be all kinds of dirty and dangerous organizations."

"But as I said, it's just a very open, loose, spontaneous, inclusive and mutually beneficial mutual aid group."

"Al had a lot of members, either in medland, or in the East, or in the north, or in the south, or in the West Or, in other places that are more dangerous, more magical, more incredible, and more indescribable. "

"They come from different backgrounds, they have different experiences, they have different races, they have different ethnic groups, their skin color, gender, language, culture, they think and act differently."

"The only thing that's the same is that occasionally they do things in the name of al."

"I don't deny that there are intelligence dealers in al."

"I don't deny that there are ambitious elements in al."

"There is no denying that there are alien demons in al."

"There's no denying that, Al, someone wants to destroy the world."

"But there are more people of all kinds among al Top chef, top blacksmith, top tailor, top painter The smartest, the wisest, the most powerful, the most wonderful... "

"Because of their existence, because of their actions, the external speculation about Al is more and more complex and changeable Because of the mystery and the lack of understanding, Al is such an unpredictable and dangerous organization in the minds of the outside world. "

Sherlock shook his head and sighed gently.

He looked at Joe seriously and asked with a smile, "do you know the meaning of the word 'al'

Joe looked at Sherlock dully. He was a little annoyed and said, "sorry, this is the purpose of Al organization in my life. It can be summed up in such a sentence: everyone for me, I for everyone, with fairness as the only order, how much we pay and how much we get."

Joe was staring at Sherlock, and then he clapped his hands, and with an exaggerated smile, he exclaimed: "Wow, it's amazing, it's wonderful. I'm excited about this, and I'm ready to move Oh, that's amazing

With a smile on his face, Joe broke down and looked at Sherlock with the eyes of ordinary citizens looking at a lousy liar: "so, dear Mr. Sherlock, has al organization done anything amazing that I have heard of?"

Sherlock stares at Joe: "the chapter of wall is our deal to the Durham empire. Rafa was badly injured because I beat him."

Joe opened his mouth slowly.

After a short silence, Joe said in a deep voice, "so, do you want to meet me on the sea this time?"

Sherlock took out a delicate black card and laid it gently in front of Joe.

"I formally invite you, Joe Jon Vito, to join the Al organization and become my disciple!"

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