A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 104 Small Animals (Monthly Ticket Plus)

The silence in the private room was deafening.

Xia Dai'er closed her eyes tightly, her hands hanging limply at her sides as if she had given up resistance, her beautiful eyelashes trembled like tender grass blown by the wind, waiting for the storm to come.

As for what Storm is doing?
Stormy Quinn took a step back speechlessly, picked up the teacup on the table and started drinking tea.

Sister, are you awake?

Did your brother give you aphrodisiac when he brought you here?
Xia Dai'er waited on the chair for more than ten seconds in panic and anticipation, but the storm never came.

Hmm? Does Mr. Quin want to go to the hotel?

She quietly opened her eyes and found that Quinn had run to the other end of the table. The expression on his face was as serious as a waiter who had just left the room, except that it said "I didn't hear anything."

Eh.?

The girl's face gradually became hot as she carefully recalled what Quinn had just said.

The blush spread from her face to her neck and earlobes, like a floating cloud of roses. She really wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Xia Dai'er, what are you talking about? I'm going to die.
His head was buried low, like an ostrich.

She had been thinking about all sorts of things these days, and suddenly she remembered what Quinn had said.

"Ms. Xia Daier, are you free next Wednesday? I have something to say to you alone."

This isn't a date at all, I have something important to do!!
The girl was so ashamed that she didn't dare to look up to meet Quinn's gaze. What would he think of me? Did he think I was some kind of slutty girl? We were clearly talking about serious matters, but I said something like "Let's go to the hotel for sex."
Quinn knew that if he didn't say something, Xia Dai'er would run away.

"Ahem, Miss Xia Dai'er."

The girl's delicate body trembled, and she sat up straight, like a college student undergoing military training being called out by the instructor.

Quinn said calmly, "Good morning, nice to see you again. You look beautiful today."

".Hmm?" Xia Dai'er looked up timidly and found that Quinn had selectively forgotten what had just happened, so she greeted him again.

"Good morning."

"Please listen carefully to what I have to say—" Quinn emphasized the word "carefully." "The Vatican has sent a nun into the city. She wants to ask you about the details of the Goblin Cave. I hope you can modify your statement slightly to avoid causing any trouble for the Vatican."

Hearing Quinn's serious tone, Xia Daier no longer cared about being shy.

".Change your confession?"

"Specifically, tell her that 'Quinn' has left Eswell City and returned to the Western Continent on an airship."

Xia Dai'er believes in the White Church and is from Eswell, so she has no strong objection to deceiving the Church.

".Are you asking me to deceive the nuns of the Vatican?" She hesitated, but immediately waved her hand and said, "No, it's not that I don't want to! I'm just afraid that I might be exposed if I'm alone."

She was deeply impressed by the suspicious priests of the Vatican last time.

"I will go with you."

".Mr. Quinn is going too?"

Xia Dai'er was very confused: "Won't she find out?"

"It's not Father Maud who's here. Do you think she can recognize me now just by looking at the portrait?"

Quinn asked with a smile.

"Oh," Xia Dai'er suddenly realized, "Yes, how come your hair has grown so long in just one month, like an uncle's -"

She changed her words in a panic: "No, no, no, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about your hair, no, no, ah - anyway, there's nothing wrong with the uncle."

Xia Dai'er's voice gradually softened.

"Mature Mr. Quinn is also very handsome."

Quinn laughed cheerfully.

"I think so." He took off his newsboy cap. At this moment, he would not look out of place even if he had stepped into a still from Peaky Blinders.

He had just changed into this set of clothes. A few days ago, Ankua took him to order clothes for the interview. They made two sets of clothes in total. This set was chosen by Quinn based on his own aesthetic taste. It came from a famous tailor shop in Eastville. One set of clothes was worth five gold pounds and looked very fitting.

A herringbone tweed coat, a matching gray vest, a slightly bold tie, high-waisted trousers and black Oxford leather shoes, plus an old-fashioned watch are the favorite outfits of Ron designers who are known for their serious style.

Quinn is tall enough and has broad shoulders. This outfit makes him look like a handsome young man. He is elegant yet sharp. Xia Daier steals glances at him from time to time. He is so handsome.

"Mr. Quinn."

"Ok?"

"Is your father the principal of the academy?"

This temperament is completely different from the half-naked man in the goblin cave.

Quinn raised his eyebrows. Ankua was right.

In their plan, the explanation for Quinn's identity was originally intended to be attributed to Amemiya Ningning, giving him a background as a distant relative of the Cavendish family - this would explain why an Easterner with black hair and black eyes would stay in Ron, and how he became a teacher at the academy.

But the Branson family's imagination is so wild. When they see their superiors and subordinates, they immediately think of their connections and school leaders. This is the only level at which a politician's imagination can leap forward.

"Did your brother ask you to ask?"

Quinn watched her with interest.

Xia Dai'er hesitated for a moment, then mustered up the courage to say:
"Mr. Quinn, you're not a bad guy, are you?"

"Why do you ask?" Quinn laughed dumbly. "A bad guy wouldn't treat you to tiramisu, would he?"

He pushed the plate of small cakes towards Xia Dai'er.

"My brother has no ill intentions. He's just worried that I'll be cheated."

"I'm a bad guy," Quinn said, sipping his tea nonchalantly. "I'm going to take you to cause trouble for the Vatican. If it were during wartime, this would be considered a serious crime of colluding with the demons, punishable by beheading."

"Mr. Quinn must have a reason for doing this, right?"

Quinn wanted to say it was a mission from the academy, but the girl immediately said, "But I know you saved me for no reason."

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The words seemed to be stuck in her throat. Her eyes were as clear as a pond, through which the sunlight could be seen, and the bluestone at the bottom of the pond could be seen.

And Quinn felt like a guy dumping garbage into a clear pond.

Is there no reason to save you? If the system hadn't given a prompt, in that situation at the time, if he knew that there were two humans still alive, would I risk my undercover identity as a demon clan agent being discovered to save them?

Thinking actually means answers.

Xia Daier and Catherine are the only flaws. If they die, there will be no one to prove that Quinn had ever appeared in the cave.

But if he thought about it this way, he might have been caught by the Vatican Inquisition, or Xia Dai'er might have died in the jewelry store, and he didn't owe the girl anything.

As if looking for an excuse for his guilty conscience, Quinn repeatedly reminded himself - the devil is watching, and he cannot hesitate.

"Then do you think it's important whether my father is the principal?"

Quinn didn't look at her, stirring the slightly bitter black tea with a spoon. "Is this important to you? If my father wasn't the principal, would you not help me?"

Xia Dai'er was stunned.

"Of course it's not important!" She said angrily, "I've always been willing to help you, but you refused to come to work in our house then, you..."

"That's it, isn't it?"

Quinn nodded in satisfaction. "That's much more normal. You keep calling me 'sir', which is not pleasant to hear."

Xia Dai'er looked away embarrassedly.

“Well, I didn’t know that at the time.”

"I'm curious about something." Quinn started cutting the nut pie on the table - this was Ron's specialty, exuding a rich aroma of oil. "You are the eldest daughter of the Branson family, how did you get caught by goblins? The bodyguard who followed you in the jewelry store must be a transcendent, right? Shouldn't it be easy for him to deal with the low-level monsters in that cave?" It wasn't easy, after all, the number of goblins in the cave was a tribe, and even a Sequence Eight combat-class warrior would find it difficult to cope with the goblins' hunting.

But breaking through is never difficult.

"Catlin is also a transcendent," Xia Daier defended the female knight, "We were attacked by another group and were captured by the goblins."

"Transcendent? What kind of destiny?"

"I don't know about that. My brother and my mom won't let me touch these things, saying they're dangerous."

"Is your brother also a transcendent?" Quinn's tone was casual, like chatting.

"No," Xia Daier shook her head. "When he was still attending the Noble School in Bavaria, the Holy See of Light was the state religion of Bavaria, and many of his classmates believed in the sun god. The White Church bishop at the time was afraid he would change his faith, so he asked him if he wanted to convert to the Goddess of Order and the Holy Spirit and learn divine arts."

"But my brother refused, saying that after becoming a transcendent, he couldn't participate in politics."

Quinn's eyes flickered slightly.

In Aiswell, and even in most countries in Tamilan, there is an invisible rule - extraordinary people cannot hold official positions.

But with the Branson family behind him, there are naturally many ways to avoid inspection.

According to the information, Elon graduated from the Salem Noble School in Bavaria five years ago. If he was a hero, he would probably have rejected the priesthood of the White Church in order to choose the fate of a hero.

We must investigate who came to Grindelwald five years ago and took Merlin's ashes.

He didn't dwell on the subject much.

"Were you attacked by another group of assassins? Targeting you?" Quinn pushed the chopped nut pie toward Xia Dai'er. "Just like the robbers at the jewelry store?"

Xia Dai'er was a little nervous.

Is he caring about me?
"That shouldn't be the case - they were targeting the goods, and took everything the caravan was escorting to Roan."

"Is the damage serious?"

"Maybe. A few hundred gold pounds?" Xia Daier smiled embarrassedly. "I'm not sure the value of those goods, probably just some glass."

"Glass? What kind?"

"It's a very large area, like a cylinder, two or three meters high--" Xia Dai'er gestured.

Based on her description, Quinn remembered the glass jar where the Star Flower was stored.

If that kind of glass jar is enlarged to a height of two or three meters
"Are you talking about a culture tank? Like the ones they use to keep specimens in museums?"

Quinn frowned slightly.

The system prompt clearly states that it is for the transportation of arcane materials. Could it be that Xia Dai'er doesn't know about this?

"Yes, yes, yes!" Xia Dai'er nodded. "I was hiding inside the carriage at the time. There were no lights, so I couldn't see clearly. There were some pipes and other things. They looked like culture tanks. There were several carriages."

"Why are you hiding in the car?" Quinn thought the eldest lady would have her own car.

Xia Dai'er chuckled.

"Actually, I sneaked out because I wanted to go to Roen to play. I've never seen the sea in my life. The closest sea to Ashwell is in Roen. I didn't expect to encounter something like this, so I don't think the robbers were targeting me. After all, no one knew I was in the car."

She was only sixteen years old and had a very simple mind. In order to chat more with Quinn, she basically said whatever she thought of.

"I've implicated Catherine. She was my bodyguard. Now she's been punished to be a coachman and can't stay by my side anymore."

Xia Dai'er didn't look depressed.

"But it doesn't matter. She's quite happy. After all, I can see that she likes her brother, Brave Link. Didn't he say that when you like someone, you feel like they're an animal? Catherine once told me secretly that she felt my brother was like a wolfhound—"

"No wonder everyone looks like a beast to me." Quinn suddenly realized: "It turns out that I love this world so much."

"Pfft" Xia Dai'er covered her mouth and chuckled, then took a piece of cake with a silver fork and put it into her mouth, looking at him while chewing.

Um.
A bit like Hakimi.

When the two came down from the dessert shop, the rain had stopped.

It was exactly eleven o'clock. The dark clouds were blown into wisps of gray silk by the wind. The early summer sun shone brightly among the clouds. There were neatly planted landscape trees on the side of the Cloud Avenue. When the wind blew, the fiery red leaves made a lively sound.

"Mr. Quinn."

"Just call me Quinn."

"What about Quinn..." Xia Dai'er looked at the man standing in the wind, and asked with some confusion and expectation: "How long will that take?"

"She's just going to ask you about the situation, right? Ten minutes? Half an hour?" Quinn said as he felt the wind's message.

"Well it won't be long."

The wind that swept through the treetops was Ankua's familiar.

The wind brought Ankua's voice—

"Everything went smoothly and according to plan."

Quinn straightened his hat, his expression calm.

He had already explained to Xia Daier clearly how to deal with Pepe. When the girl heard that Ankuya would also be involved, she thought it was a mission from the academy and was excited to try it out.

That Quinn

Quinn turned around and found that Xia Dai'er was playing with the hem of her skirt with her head down, as if she was absent-minded. The whiteness of her chest was dazzling in the sunlight.

"I'm free this afternoon."

"That's great. I'm busy this afternoon." Quinn chuckled, "A teacher wants me to take a class with him."

"."

Xia Dai'er gritted her teeth in hatred. Why couldn't she understand?
".What are you going to study?"

She had no choice but to keep trying.

".Mixing cocktails." Quinn thought that he couldn't just say he was learning to kill.

"Oh, really? That's amazing!"

Xia Dai'er looked very interested in cocktail making.

Quinn didn't respond to her immediately.

He didn't mean to keep the girl hanging. Xia Daier had helped him so much, so it was only right that he should accompany her for a stroll in the city in the afternoon. Today was Quinn's day off, so it didn't matter if they went to the pub later.

But a strange feeling of unease lingered in Quinn's heart.

The uneasiness comes from the thief's extraordinary nature, and someone is watching him.

This is a busy avenue in the clouds, so it is normal to be stared at, but the ones that can make Quinn instinctively feel warned are definitely those with bad intentions.

"Wait. Let me stop a carriage first."

Quinn pretended to stop a car and walked to the side of the road, looking at both ends of the road.

Carriages, pedestrians, law enforcement officers, postmen.
The thief's eyesight allowed him to instantly distinguish the targets in his field of vision. After screening out those normal passers-by, Quinn began to pay attention to suspicious things.

A large doll wearing a doll costume soliciting customers at the door of a store, a drunk man hanging around the wall, a woman wearing an arcane ring on her hand, a dog.
Hey, where did this dog come from?

The moment his eyes met the incredibly ugly dog, the dog opened its mouth and bit a passerby.

The man obviously didn't expect a stray dog ​​to bite him and cried out in pain.

The dog was like a sick person. It bit and ran away, and before anyone could react, it had dived into the crowd at an incredibly fast speed.

Quinn's attention was drawn to a passerby who was holding his feet and screaming like a Tom Cat.

It was as if something like a mist had dissipated. For some reason, he hadn't noticed this guy just now, but now he looked closely.
Is this the Jack who sold him the diamond necklace?!
(End of this chapter)