When the night lights first came, the food street in the urban area of ​​the Imperial Capital University.

It started to rain again, because of the cold air, the raindrops brought a layer of uncomfortable stickiness. This is how autumn and winter seasons in the imperial capital are annoying.

In the back alley of the old grandmother's tavern, Mrs. Mary hurriedly walked to an ordinary black painted carriage with a small bamboo basket. She handed the small bamboo basket to the man sitting in the coachman's seat, then quickly climbed onto the carriage and sat next to the coachman.

"Here, the lamb ribs I roasted with myself, and a few pieces of black bread with raisins." Old Mrs. Mary smiled and hit her elbow and wrinkled the skin beside her. She was short and her energy was dry like a dry acorn.

"Black bread, plus raisins? It's a bit extravagant." The old coachman shook his head, put the small bamboo basket on his knees, then uncovered the lid of the bamboo basket, took out the fat and tender lamb chops from the oil paper bag, and ate them carefully with the black bread.

He nodded and exclaimed: "It's not bad, it's much better than the craftsmanship ten years ago."

Old Mrs. Mary's eyes narrowed into a line with smile: "That's not. In the past ten years, I have been concentrating on cooking. Even if I am a pig, I have been studying hard for ten years, and it is time to make a good dish."

The old coachman curled his lips and shook his head: "This is not necessarily... Well, I just heard that you gave a three-headed snake to a little guy?"

Old Mrs. Mary laughed 'hehe': "Yes, I gave him a three-headed snake... By the way, I helped me stare at this little guy. He just came to the imperial capital, but he had a lot of enemies. I think something interesting will happen."

The old man bit a piece of sheep bone into pieces with a "crack" and bite it into pieces. Judging from his appearance, he should be the age of having difficulty drinking porridge. But judging from his teeth, the old man was very well maintained.

He bit the meat and bones in his mouth in a few bites and swallowed them randomly. The old man said vaguely: "That little fat man, do you care so much about him? Are you afraid that he will encounter trouble? This little thing... I need to arrange a few little guys to follow behind?"

Old Mrs. Mary squinted her eyes, snatched a small piece of black bread from the old man's mouth and stuffed it into her mouth. She looked like a big rabbit, slowly grinding the bread slices with her front teeth, and said vaguely: "Protecting him is on the one hand, and... see who takes the initiative to provoke him or drives people to provoke him."

Old Mrs. Mary smiled slightly, and her tone showed a bit of coldness: "The Royal attitude is already here. If someone dares to attack him when facing a three-headed snake... Then all these people will be put on the 'dissident list'."

The old coachman nodded slowly: "I understand, is this little fat man the bait you threw out? This bait is really fat."

Old Lady Mary hit the old coachman's weakness with a fierce elbow.

There was no one in the quiet and drizzle, and there was a loud noise even louder than the launch of the 800-millimeter-caliber Thor cannon in Tulun Port.

But the loud noise had just been heard a few feet away, and the void was squirming and twisting, and all the sounds disappeared invisibly.

The old coachman rubbed his weakness hard and glared at Old Lady Mary hard: "Oh, be careful, my old bones can't stand your torture... Do you really like this little fat man?"

Old Mrs. Mary was silent for a while, and looked at the old coachman with her head tilted, "How long has it been since our children gathered together to eat my hand-baked snacks, and the goat soup you cooked with your own hands?"

The old coachman was stunned and didn't say anything for a long time.

He sighed, raised the mutton ribs in his hand, and muttered slowly: "Well, you haven't given it to me for a long time..."

Old Mrs. Mary gave him a quick look: "Do you owe such a bite? What I am sad is our children."

Old Mrs. Mary gritted her teeth and said slowly: "For many years, they have never gathered together again to eat the food we made for them with all our hearts... Occasionally, one or two of them would accompany us for a meal... I feel as uncomfortable as if they were to be sent to the execution ground. Every word they said to us would have to think about for several seconds before they could be said."

"And, what they say to us is actually full of hypocrisy."

"Hypocritical respect, hypocritical etiquette, hypocritical love... I can only hear from their words... fear, and greed, but lack the emotion I long for the most." Old Mrs. Mary swallowed the food in her mouth and suddenly smiled. Her smile was like a big blooming chrysanthemum, particularly brilliant.

"But this little fat man, he sincerely praised the food I made. He sincerely, and talked to me without any concealment or other purpose..."

Old Mrs. Mary said leisurely: "Even these students in the university town... they certainly look down on an elderly maid. They occasionally flatter me, just to make a few more beer, or to add two more pieces of meat to their meals!"

Waving his hand, Old Madam Mary smiled kindly: "A little boring, boring trick, I am happy to satisfy their little desire. But... it makes me feel hypocritical."

"Only Joe made me feel a...real emotion that I haven't felt for many years." Old Mrs. Mary lowered her voice: "This reality is very important to me."

The old coachman looked at Old Lady Mary seriously: "Then, it's really important... Of course, I also want to see who is so disrespectful to the little three-headed snake we sent out."

Old Mrs. Mary smiled: "We are taking heavy measures to clean up. Some people with bad intentions will definitely hide and pretend to be good people... But Joe is very good... A lucky man from Tulun Port in the southern countryside, who has made some contributions and won the favor of the royal family a little bit, a nouveau riche... Facing the little three-headed snake he wore, some people show what they really think."

"Is it ours or someone with a strange intention? Through this little three-headed snake, you can definitely tell it...or, at least part of it can be distinguished?"

Old Mrs. Mary said happily: "This is a very interesting game, and I can't wait to see the results."

The old coachman looked at Old Lady Mary with a smile. He touched the small bun on the top of Old Lady Mary's head intimately: "As you wish, I hope a group of little fools popped out, and then..."

"I'll kill them with their parents." Old Mrs. Mary smiled happier and happier: "If a child does not respect the authority of the royal family, then his parents must have been badly taught... Their parents must have problems... This logic is a bit rough and simple, but I like it."

"I think this is a good logic." The old coachman smiled even brighter.

The entire streets and alleys of Heidra Fort were illuminated by dim lights of old-fashioned gas lights that gradually lit up.

The lamplighters in groups of two people, carrying high fire stalks, walked slowly in the streets and alleys. Where they walked, gas lights quietly lit up, emitting gentle lights in a rainy night.

Occasionally, if a gas lamp breaks down, the lighter will complain a few times, take out a small notebook, record the information on the gas lamp repair of a certain street and alley, and the number of gas lamps.

The same patrol police officers in groups were wearing oilcloth raincoats, carrying batons, and whispering to the damn weather, wandering listlessly in the streets and alleys. The weather was so bad that the police who were conscientious on weekdays had more than half of their enthusiasm for work were washed away by the biting cold rain.

In the back alley of Whispering Forest Club, a pair of patrol partners had just walked slowly by, and in the slanting alley next to him, Qiao landed and walked out silently.

A group of figures followed Qiao closely. With the subtle sound, several figures climbed up the nearby walls. With the sewer pipes of the building on the side, they quickly climbed up the roof of the building on the side, and lurked behind chimneys and decorated low walls.

In a short while, the nearby buildings were guarded by the Weitu family, and they played a good role in guarding the roofs.

Qiao took out several fist-sized porcelain medicine bottles from his pocket and whispered to Lan Lichang beside him: "This is a powerful anesthetic secret made by the Grim Face Storekeeper. When using it, be careful not to pit yourself."

Qiao was a little excited, so excited that her flesh was trembling all over her body.

He didn't expect that when he left Tulun Port, he spent a lot of money to buy a large box of strange potions from the Ghost Face Storekeeper, which would work so quickly. He was really a little looking forward to it.

Lan Ji Kung carefully took the medicine bottle and stuffed it into the cowhide bag hanging around her waist. Then her body quickly turned into a translucent shadow. The next moment, he disappeared into a shadow.

In the direction of the back alley of the Whisper Forest Club, thick metal floral windows were closed tightly. In the specially made one-inch thick window glass, there was also a layer of fancy metal branches twisted into flower branches.

All the windows are made of complex mechanical lock structures. It is impossible to open windows from the outside by ordinary thieves’ lock-opening and prying windows—unless it is brute-force cracking.

If one inch thick special glass is cracked violently, the loud sound will undoubtedly be the roar of the thirty-millimeter cannon.

Therefore, the on-duty staff at Whisper Forest Club have never had any concerns about the security guards in the back alley direction.

A shadow bounced out from the corridor near the back alley of the Whisper Forest Club, and Lan Kikyo easily invaded the inside of the club. He walked dexterously in the corridor and soon paraded the entire ground part of the club.

It was already night, and in the Whispering Forest Club, many rooms were still singing and dancing, and many guests were enjoying the warm, comfortable, luxurious and charming night.

One fine porcelain medicine bottle after another was opened in the corners of the doors of these rooms. The dark brown medicine blew into tiny bubbles and quickly evaporated into colorless and odorless steam, and penetrated into the room along the crack of the door.
Chapter completed!