The Vow of Silver Dawn

Early in the morning, in front of the ruins of a building abandoned by a fire in the green down town of Bergamo capital.

Sean is wearing a typical Xiacheng poor blouse, pacing slowly, feeling the strength of the feedback from his feet, and quickly locks on a pile of burnt bega trees, from the touch of his feet Judging, there should be an underground secretly thought leading to the President’s Manor hidden under the pile of dead wood,

However, Sean did not rush to approach, but wandered around the ruins for a while, while no one was all around. Attention, only one step forward, stepped on the pile of dead wood.

Everything is like an illusion, Sean's feet are empty, looking towards falling down.

It turns out that the pile of rotten bega wood is just a thin optical camouflage net to hide the existence of secretly thought. To be honest, the technology is not great, but the concealment technique is still brilliant.

Shortly after the fall, Sean had already stepped on the ground in an instant, but at the same time, two more dark muzzles appeared in front of him.

"Who are you?"

The two gunners wrapped tightly in black cloth, asked in a cold tone.

Sean didn’t rush, and in accordance with the established plan, he swayed a piece of metal that can only be held by the staff of the manor in front of the black clothed person, and said: "From today, I will replace that The blue-skinned Mithrol waste."

The black clothed persons looked at each other, one of them turned on the holographic projection device and asked the manor for verification.

Not long after, the blue holographic projection of a Latron with four arms appeared. Compared with the height of less than 1.5 meters, the huge head is twice the size of a human being. And the chef hat of almost the same height is full of presence.

This Latron man with rubber-like skin, meticulously tidied the dense hairs and beards of his cheeks, narrowed his small eyes into gaps, and paired his tightly pressed lips, showing the superiors’ Majesty, even the pure white chef clothes are like noble robes. From the respectful look of the black clothed person, it is not difficult to judge the position of the Latron in the presidential manor.

Marino Pomana, the head chef of the Presidential Manor, has followed Jamie Brasen for more than ten years and has been in charge of his diet for a long time. It is a true confidant.

"Who are you?" The Ratron asked.

Sean lightly said with a smile: "I am your new dessert chef."

The Latron narrowed his eyes, his left hand stroked his chin, The two hands on the right hold a long-handled soup spoon and stir the clear soup.

After a while, the Latron said: "It really is a mistake to trust mythrol. Even your own status token can't keep the waste...you two, kill him."

However, just before the black clothed person was ordered to shoot, Sean had already thrown out the bait: "Detoxified Vesok spider eggs, simmered for 20 minutes in a vine spiritual grass soup at 74 degrees, this is what mythrol calls The secret recipe for dessert."

The Latron people hearing this immediately screamed: "Wait!"

Two black clothed persons almost flashed their waists.

The Latron asked: "Are there any more?"

Sean said: "The fat of the jumping beast can be used to melt the hardest natural sugar on the Kasik planet To make a good syrup."

"Anything else?"

Sean said: "If you can waste less time, wait until I enter the kitchen, This kind of such insignificant ability I can tell you as much as you want to know."

After this arrogant remark, the Latrom man groaned instead. After a while, he waved his hand: "Let him come, mythrol is not there, there is always a substitute in the kitchen. What's more, your boss, the watchdog who claims to have a Mandalorian bloodline, has been complaining about boring life. This doesn't happen to him."

After speaking, the communication was unilaterally cut off, and the two black clothed persons looked at each other in blank dismay, and then coldly said to Sean: "Come on."

Sean walked forward silently, but in his heart Can't help feeling: As expected of Master.

In the dialogue just now, the lines are basically based on the Master’s modified script. In just a few sentences, they are almost perfectly plotted against the chef of the Latron, the black clothed person, and even The psychological change of the legendary Mandalorian gatekeeper even accounts for the serious loopholes in the internal management of the Presidential Manor.

I was obviously a stranger suddenly, but he was able to bluff the Latron chef with a tough attitude to open the first daoist sect to enter the manor for himself.

However, it is really fortunate that these lines have been polished by the Master. If you follow your original lines, you will probably encounter problems. I still have a bad grasp of people's hearts. Compared with the lines corrected and perfected by the Master, the routine I originally designed is three sentences and seven words less.

This is the gap!

With full of emotion, Sean boarded the secretly thought underground orbital airship, spent ten long minutes in the all black, no daylight passage, and went through a security check before finally The underground secretly thought arrived at the legendary Luluoqiu Manor.

It is a refreshing and gorgeous manor, where plants from different planets are cleverly grafted together, presenting a delicate and wild charm.

Sean was fascinated, and the involuntarily paused footsteps made the black clothed person beside him sneer.

"Looking silly? Ha, then open your eyes. At least half of the plants in this garden are those you can't name even if you look through the Botanical Encyclopedia."

"Tell him what to do? The boss will come over right away. If there is a problem, I am afraid it will not be a few minutes before this guy just doesn't know the new fertilizer under the tree."

Sean's heart is Marveling at the maintenance cost of this manor, he did a simple mental calculation. Just looking at it, the plants he can identify are from at least 20 different planets, based on the local plant export price and interstellar shipping freight. It is estimated that the cost of introducing at least hundreds of thousands of credit points of the Republic, as for the maintenance cost is also sky-high, even if the labor cost is not considered, it is only in an ecological environment like Bergamo to maintain an ecological circle that accommodates the coexistence of multiple plants. The annual maintenance cost will not be less than the six-figure credit points.

And this amount of money is enough to get tens of thousands of poor people in the green and sunny Xiacheng district of the capital to get rid of the dirty environment full of smelly water.

This is the manor of a dictator who unscrupulously exploited the planet's wealth.

Sean felt in his heart, and suddenly heard a heavy footstep behind him.

Turning back, Sean saw a robust man with a burly figure and full body armor. The helmet with the T-shaped eyepiece above his head seemed to be an extremely conspicuous business card.

In this regard, Sean smiled just right, and said before the other person spoke: "It's actually a Mandalorian!? What a coincidence, I only met your compatriot in the bar of the vicinity galaxy a month ago. They have an important job gathering people. I heard people say that there are their compatriots on Bergamo, and they are eager to come and pull people."

The Mandalorian from Bergamo immediately stopped. .

Sean said with a smile again: "They heard that I was coming to Bergamo, so they asked me to investigate the news first. If it is a rumor, they will save time and effort. But it seems It’s not a rumor. I don’t need to dispel the rumors now..."

Speaking of which, the tall gatekeeper suddenly opened the mouth and said: "You go down first."

The two black clothed persons were a little surprised, but as the robotic arm behind the gatekeeper unfolded and the muzzle of the explosive gun pointed at their heads, the black clothed persons fled.

At the entrance to the back door of the manor, only Sean and the gatekeeper are left.

"I...I have an important job here." The voice behind the helmet was dull because of the metal isolation, and even trembling, "Can't leave the presidential manor."

"Oh, even if it's a conscription order from a compatriot? You are not the same clan?"

"...Yes, we are not the same clan."

Sean said with a smile: "I haven't said what clan they are. But it doesn't matter. I will write an email for you and tell them that Bergamo has Mandalorian news is purely a rumor. After all, everyone has their own difficulties. When you go out, you have to understand each other. Help each other."

"It is true." The gatekeeper said dryly, and pointed his finger at the door, "You have passed this level, but the Latrons are not as easy to talk as I am. ."

After crossing the gatekeeper, Sean couldn't help but regret: As expected, he was just a spiritual Mandalorian.

Although from the previous investigation, the probability of the president owning a genuine Mandalorian watchdog is very low, it is still a bit regretful to witness with his own eyes. The relationship between Mandalorian and Jedi can be said to be constantly cut and messed up, and it is a blessing to be able to witness Mandalorian's demeanor.

Of course, from the aspect of task execution, it is not good to encounter it. After all, the authentic Mandalorian battle strength is strong, and there is also an extremely keen intuition. It is not easy to pretend to be under his nose for several days. .

Beyond this appetizer, the next focus is on the chef Latron. Judging from the previous intelligence, this level must be more careful.

In the back kitchen clean room, the gatekeeper has been waiting for a long time.

Manor chef, a Latron with four arms, Marino Pomana.

At this time, the four-armed chef is wearing a distinguished chef hat, stepping on a step stool that is as high as one person, and looking at Sean condescendingly.

"I didn't think that Mandalorian actually let you in, but it's not that easy with me, because to be honest, after getting mythrol's know-how, the manor does not need a new dessert chef now. "

Sean hearing this, could not help but said with a smile: "Then you might as well use this empty talk trick to copy mythrol's proud Kasik cake, I hope you can use it to please President."

The Latron was silent for a while, and said: "Well, since you don’t want to talk about it, let’s do it on the spot."

After that, he Leaping down from the high step stool, the two hands above hooked their fingers at Sean and motioned to follow him.