I'm in Terra, governing a weird little country.

Although there seem to be some problems in the economic situation of this prominent family recently, everyone knows that within three generations, the family of a character who can be written into history textbooks, no matter how depressed it is, how depressed can it be?

People still live in large villas with courtyards, and the same fences to block strangers are installed outside the courtyards. Those few steel bars and iron sheets are infinitely more noble than those in rental houses!

Would such a person really be willing to show up and help him?

On the other end of the headset, Ernst replied in a rather confident tone: "Yes."

This confidence is not for himself, but for Ma Enna.

This ruthless man who will spend all his savings and annual leave for three years on finding his brother and sister-in-law will not let go of any clues.

Even though his letter is very suspicious, as long as he opens it and reads the contents, he will definitely come!

For this reason, Ernst deliberately made the mail payable on delivery.

Nothing impresses more than spending money on something!

"Don't worry, just wait."

Ernst comforted him, but before he could finish his words, there was a slight exclamation from Xintrea.

"he came!"

Outside the cafe decorated in the Letania style, a slender figure wearing a wrinkled leather trench coat opened the glass door and stepped inside.

Ma Enna took a look inside the coffee shop and confirmed that there was no familiar figure. Then he withdrew his gaze, looked at the waiter who came up to him, and said:

"What you love is your life."

The waiter nodded knowingly and led him to Xintrea's table.

The silver-haired girl raised her head slightly, calmed down her excitement because of Ernst's prediction, and said slowly in the most solemn tone of her life:

"When do lemons get sour?"

Chapter 33 When you step through this door, my purpose has been achieved

Putting aside the unexplained discomfort caused by the confusing code words, Maena pulled out the chair and sat opposite Xintraya. The pale golden pupils reflected the pale face of the silver-haired girl, filled with words. Examine.

After a moment, he spoke and asked the question that mattered most to him:

"who are you?"

You guys, not you.Maena asked even though her long, snow-white hair covered her ears and the wireless earphones embedded in them.

This is a conclusion that is not difficult to draw - compared to the scarred Xintera, he believes that this girl is just a mouthpiece, conveying the information of this transaction to a certain shady big shot behind him.

What Ma Enna wants to know is the identity of this big shot, so as to evaluate the feasibility of this transaction and guess the price he may have to pay.

Don’t be less than the cost of taking this leave, and don’t be more than the annual leave and salary that you have finally saved.

A social animal clearly marked the price in his mind.

At the same time, a sound came from Xintrea's earphones.

Ernst was not surprised that Maena could see the clues. He calmly asked Cinterlea to relay his words:

"My identity and purpose have been written down in detail in the letter I sent you."

In the letter?

Ma Enna frowned. In the leather bag that was placed next to the coffee table and leaning against the glass wall, the contents of the letter flashed through Ma Enna's mind again in an instant.

The memory of middle-aged people is no longer very good, but fortunately, the letter was so abstract and weird that Ma Enna could recall its entire content without reading it a second time.

He caught the only word that could represent his identity, and asked incredulously: "Shelagh's top laner?"

"In Victorian, TOP, also means the top. The top of the mountain, the apex of power."

Ernst smiled and said, the voice of will was made by Xintrea, which also made his identity clear.

The top of Kjerag is the Matterhorn, the great god Jeragond, or the agent of their will - the Prime Minister and the Holy Son, Ernst Shivaash.

Ma Enna showed a shocked expression, and his thoughtful expression seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, he asked hesitantly:

"Who?"

It is a very cool thing to use a little trick to reveal one's identity. If Ernst's identity is Prince Victoria, Elector of Letania, Vice President of Colombia, etc., maybe Maena will be surprised. There will be a lot of progress in the normal direction.

It's a pity that people don't pay much attention to the politics of this strange small country. Just like you don't know who the president of a country of righteous people is today, whether he is an insect or a benevolent king. Ma Enna really doesn't know much about the fact that Kjelag has become a prime minister.

Opposite the headset, Ernst was quite injured and silent for a long time, and Xintrea seemed to hear the banging sound of him hitting the wall or pillow.

After a while, he said:

"I am Ernst Shivaash, Prime Minister of Kjerag, and the lady in front of you is my employee."

"The reason why we found you is because she was hunted by the Wuqiu Alliance for some reason. I believe the Linguang family would not simply think that the Wuqiu Alliance is just an urban legend."

Maena nodded understandingly.The other party's openness and honesty obviously facilitates the transaction.He replied:

"So, Mr. Prime Minister, what is your purpose?"

"I am just an ordinary company employee now. If you want to place your hope on me to help this young lady escape from the pursuit of the Wuxia Alliance, then you will be disappointed. I don't have the ability to do that kind of thing. "

"Maena doesn't have one." Ernst nodded in agreement and changed the subject, "But Linguang does."

Maena's expression turned gloomy, and she simply shook her head: "But Linguang is just a family, and it won't do anything for anyone."

Ma Enna has met many people who want to achieve certain goals in the name of Linguang. Many years ago, he did not help his comrade Chesper save his wife, and he would naturally not make an exception now.

After Ernst said these words, he was already ready to leave here.He can continue to collect information about his brother and sister-in-law, but he is not in a hurry now.

But Ernst unexpectedly skipped this topic. His voice came from the headset and asked Maena a strange question through Xintrea's mouth:

"Mr. Maenna, do you think you are important?"

Maena resisted the idea of ​​leaving the table, looked at Xintrea, and replied: "It's not important. This society will continue to function even without Maena."

"Then do you think I am more important than you?" Ernst continued to ask, "You just need to answer according to the answer that the society you are thinking about will give. She will not be angry about it."

After finishing speaking, Xintrea nodded, confirming Ernst's words.

Ma Enna was silent for a moment and said: "I don't agree with this rule, but according to the standards of this society, she is not as important as me."

Even if Maena appears to be in decline now, he was once a glorious knight without glory.The Wuzhou Alliance never dared to trouble him, not because Ma Enna was so honest and did not commit crimes, but because they could not deal with him at all.

The only way for those killers to deal with Ma Enna was to absurdly rely on the laws and rules of surface society to restrict him.

As for Xintrea, she just had the idea of ​​​​changing jobs, and she instantly became the target of being "processed".

The nature of society, which is the law of the jungle, has not changed. It has only been covered with a veneer of civilization.Just like the wolf grandma in the fairy tale, the weak one will swallow you whole, and the strong one will show off and tell you "I am your grandma, and you should be eaten by me as your filial piety. This is civilization."

Casimir's Civilization.

"That's right."

Ernst said, and then ordered:

"Cinderella, knock over the coffee cup. It's best if it accidentally falls on Mr. Marner's clothes."

Xintrea didn't know what was going on, but she still stood up as instructed and "accidentally" spilled the slightly cold coffee on Maena's wrinkled leather windbreaker.

"I'm sorry." Ernst said, "As an apology, the news is: Snitz Linguang may appear in Leitania recently."

Just like "Do you need me to clean you up?" or "I'll treat you to dinner another day." Such a smooth apology, the news that Ma Enna cared about so much came out of the girl's mouth.Maena, who stood up suddenly, looked at Xintera without reacting.

"you........"

"Guest, are you okay?"

The waiter who noticed the commotion dutifully intervened in the conversation between the two and looked at Maena's stained windbreaker and shirt with concern.

"It's okay." Maena responded simply. A cup of cold coffee, apart from adding to his workload of doing laundry, was not as uncomfortable as the overtime work he might have to make up.

He looked at Xintrea, who had a calm expression, a faint smile on her pale face, and said something like a polite word:

"Sorry, but I'm actually very happy that you can come."

Ma Enna was stunned, as if a thunderbolt flashed through his mind, and the messy thoughts became smooth as if they had been smoothed by an iron.

The purpose of Ernst Shivaash and Hinterlea was not to actually use the power of the Linguang family to prevent the Wuxia Alliance from assassinating Hinterlea.

They just hope that they can come here and meet Xintrea!

The capitalists who issue assassination orders and the unaligned assassins who work for the capitalists are both creatures driven by profit.They issued an assassination order to kill Hintera because the "unimportant" Hintera could not even compare to the emotional value of the big shot's smile.

Emotional value is cheap, but it is not easy to change.Ordinary people's idea, just like what she proposed, is to attend an investment meeting held by the Chamber of Commerce and spend 1000 million to make you smile and make the big shot change his mind and give up the assassination order.

It's like subtracting a weight from one end of the scale called profit.

Ernst wasn't going to do that. He didn't have the money, and he didn't want to please those things that were as good as headlights.

So he changed his mind and added some weights to the Hinterleya end.

And this weight is Maena.

Ma Enna is just Ma Enna. He does not represent Linguang or the Jianzhenghui. These are just marks and labels on him. He resists the use of these powers.

But he is already "heavier" than Hintera

When Ernst deliberately chose a working day and used Schnitz's information to ask Maena to take a special trip to talk to this cafe, which was only a few meters away from the black steel branch where Hinterlea was healing, His purpose has been achieved.

Because the Wuzhou Alliance will see all this.

..............

On the window sill of the rental house on the high-rise building opposite No. 10 Oak Street, Roy put down the telescope aimed at the glass wall of the street window of the cafe, took out his mobile phone, and dialed the number of the investors of Hinterlea, his tone still frivolous:

"Boss, there's a little problem. You wouldn't have thought who I just saw Xintrea meet."

A confused voice came from the other side of the phone: "Who?"

"Maena, Maena Linguang." Roy smiled.

The voice on the other side of the phone let out a short cry of astonishment: "Maena Linguang? Shouldn't he be at work now?"

"Either skip work or take leave. Anyway, I won't make any mistakes." Roy said, "And he seems to have a bad relationship with Xinteleia. I saw that little girl spilled coffee on him, and he didn't even notice. Angry, but with a surprised and convinced expression.”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but sigh: "This is the first time I've seen the Sunless Knight show that expression."

The voice on the other side of the phone was silent for a while, and then his tone became clear and sarcastic:

"Hmph, why would she want to change jobs all of a sudden? It took her a long time to find such a 'friend'! Lin Guang, you son of a bitch."

"Then should we kill the little girl who 'has friends'?" Roy said, "In my opinion, they don't look like your relationship with those women."