Longmen Memoirs

Just woke up from the dream.

I was still in Sheva Tower, in Ursus, in the place where she once lived, but as soon as I closed my eyes, the scene in the dream seemed to be still in front of me, and an unexpected and unexpected feeling suddenly surged in my heart. A lingering bad feeling.

Just like the night she decided to leave me in Longmen many years ago.

——结晶纪元1092年8月4日，凌晨3点42分

ps: I don’t know if you will think of Chen Mo when you are reading this chapter. Alina and Tallulah’s questions are confusing to them, but to Chen Mo, that is his life, Ali In fact, he can give answers to most of Na's questions.

It shows that, indeed, he has become the kind of person Tallulah needs.

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Chapter 41 How can footprints be achieved overnight?

Shevatasi, city outer ring, third gate port area

in the afternoon

The man in a coat walked through the streets of the port area and turned into an alley. This is the outer ring of the city. The area near the factories is where most workers and lower-class people live.

Looking up, you can see the conspicuous blast furnace in the industrial area in the distance. The sky is gray in the afternoon, and a thin layer of haze is floating over the city.

The man stopped in front of the Ramanhof pub.

He raised his head and glanced at the sign of the tavern. He stood at the door and listened to the noise coming from inside for a while. After a while, he opened the door and walked in.

Citizens, mostly dressed as workers, gathered in twos and threes at a table with open wine bottles and playing cards on the table. The noise of the crowd flooded into their ears in an instant, followed by the strong smell of alcohol and hormones. tip of the nose.

The man's eyes looked around in the slightly dark and crowded tavern. Several workers cast their gazes on this unfamiliar face. When they noticed, the latter nodded slightly, and the workers pretended to be nonchalant and looked back.

The man finally found his target.

In front of a table on the far left, a worker dressed as a boilermaker sat there, alone, in an inconspicuous corner of the tavern.

The man walks over.

The other party raised his head and glanced at him.

He pulled up his chair and sat down, glancing at the half-drunk bottle of cheap wine on the table.

"Want a drink, but I won't treat you?" The other party raised his glass and said calmly.

"I heard that people here call you Dark Rat. They told me that if I want to get some useful information here, coming to you is the right choice."

The other person's hand holding the wine glass paused for a moment. He raised his gaze slightly and calmly looked at the man who said this.

He should not be from Ursus, a new face, a new face from outside the city.

"Then they must have told you that the price I want is not cheap?"

The other person put down his wine glass, put his hand on the table, and relaxed a little.

"I spent a lot of effort to find your clues. By the way, I also brought some gold coins, some high-quality Victoria gold coins."

"I know someone is looking for me. In fact, this is not the first time we have met. I have seen you, although you may not have seen me." Dark Rat said, "My people told me that there is an outsider who is looking for me." As for my whereabouts, you went to the local gangs, gave them a good lesson, and learned about me from their mouths, but you also attracted the attention of the municipal gendarme.”

"So, when you choose a customer, you still have to check whether he is an Ursus?"

"No, I just don't want to get into trouble, friend. No one wants to get into trouble, and you might be one."

"But you're still here waiting for me."

"Because I am also unhappy with that group of people. They have robbed me of a lot of business, and even searched my whereabouts with the help of the military police. Whether they are military police or gangsters, they are not the same as me." Dark Rat said bluntly, Her eyes fell on the man's face, then moved to his hands on the table calmly.

The hand was not white, the knuckles were thick, and rough calluses could be seen on the fingertips, perhaps the marks left by holding something for a long time.

"Now it seems like you did me a little favor."

"I'll just take it that way."

Dark Rat picked up the wine bottle, raised the empty glass that had been overturned on the table, poured a glass of wine and pushed it in front of the man.

"Is this your thanks?"

"Personally, I prefer the beginning of business. Let's talk, friend, what do you want to know?"

The Ursus man named Dark Rat put down the bottle.

The man did not pick up the wine glass he pushed over, but just glanced at the transparent wine inside.

"I'm looking for someone. The whereabouts of her adopted daughter after the original Duke of this city was assassinated six years ago. If I remember correctly, her name should be Tallulah."

The man said slowly.

Dark Rat frowned slightly.

"... Tallulah, I seem to have heard this name somewhere, Tallulah, tower..." Dark Rat muttered in a low voice, as if he was recalling something, and the man did not urge him.

"Ah, indeed, I have some impression of this name. Before the Fourth Army came, there was indeed a young Vaifan here named Tallulah. But my friend, with all due respect, what you are looking for is a The adopted daughter of a fallen noble, and as far as I know, generally the end of these people will not be too good."

Dark Rat looked at the man and said.

"Think about it, now that a city has been handed over to him, what will happen to its previous heirs? You may be looking for someone who doesn't exist at all."

He didn't say it that directly.

But Chen Mo still understood what he meant.

"Tell me what you know."

"Why are you looking for her?" Dark Rat asked.

"Will this affect our business?" Chen Mo asked.

"No, in my opinion, it seems that there was no possibility of completing the business between us from the beginning." Dark Mouse said in a deep voice. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "If you are looking for a person who was born six years ago, Noble, then I suggest that you should go to the church priests and the goddesses who are said to be proficient in witchcraft instead of me. I am just a small information dealer and I don’t have that kind of ability."

"..."

Chen Mo was quiet for a while, staring at Dark Rat sitting opposite.

He slowly took out a money bag from his pocket. The money bag fell on the table. It looked like it was quite heavy.

"It's not about the money, my friend."

Despite this answer, Dark Rat's eyes fell straight on the table.

"Ten Victoria gold coins, converted into Ursus currency, are enough to allow you to live peacefully for several years."

"..."

"I can add more." The man added.

Dark Mouse was stunned for a moment, and then he turned his gaze to the man's face. The young face did not change at all, but was calm. He hesitated, and after a few seconds, he looked away from the table.

"I don't have to know her current whereabouts. You just need to tell me the clues you can collect. In fact, I know very well that she may be dead or may have left the city. This is not important. What is important is It’s me who wants to know the traces she left here in the past, things about her.”

Chen Mo said.

Dark Mouse was quiet for a moment. After a few seconds, he put his hand on the wine glass again, and then slowly moved it away when he first touched it.

In his sight, he looked straight at Chen Mo.

"...It's just these, you won't need so much."

The life experience of a has-been nobleman, although it has been several years, is still related to the Duke. If an ordinary person is willing to spend some effort, he will probably be able to find out a lot.

If the man in front of you is not a fool or a fledgling aristocratic young master, you should understand this truth, and he doesn't look like it.

Having been an information dealer for many years, Dark Rat has seen too many faces, and he also understands the same truth.

The more valuable the news, the greater the risk. He was unwilling to lose his life for an unfounded commission.

"I don't need so much, so this is a long-term business. I want to hire you to collect clues about her for me in Ursus. This is a deposit. I will give you as much as you can find. I will give you as much as you can find for each piece of information." I can pay you a corresponding reward. If you really have the ability to find her whereabouts, I can offer you a price that satisfies you."

"..."

"You, you won't stop in Ursus, I mean, you won't stop in this city?"

"But I'll be back."

"That's why I came to you. I heard people say that you are the best intelligence dealer in this city, because you are brave enough, and because you are still alive until now."

"..."

"That doesn't sound like a nice thing to say."

"Yes, but it just shows that you and your friends have this ability."

Dark Rat was silent again.

After a few seconds, he heard the man opposite say.

"You can refuse this business and treat it as if I haven't been here before. I don't force you to accept my proposal."

"..."

"Please let me confirm again, you just want to know information about her, any information, whether it is something that can be found with a simple search in the past, or something that requires some effort to get."

"Yes."

"It's not that hard, I mean, if you find it yourself it's not any harder than it would be for me."

"But Ursus is unfamiliar to me. I can indeed find it by myself, but my ability is limited on my own. And you, you and your friends have many news channels in this city. Of course, I I also believe that you have connections with other cities. The people you come into contact with are different from me, and you are better at doing this." Chen Mo replied: "Information circulates, circulating among different groups of people and classes, and between different groups. Exchange among people, maybe one day you and your connections can provide me with the clues I want."

"So, I'm just one of them." Dark Rat breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

"You may think so."

"...I can accept this business, sir." Dark Rat replied: "In fact, I also agree with what you just said. Information circulates, and I am just a person responsible for deleting some valuable information and The messenger who delivers him to those who need him will inevitably charge some due fee.”

"I also know a lot of friends. If you are really willing to pay this money, I think many of them will be happy to help you."

"Oh?"

"They live in other cities, some remote places, working in different jobs. In fact, the dark rat does not refer to one person, but to all of us."

"Are you willing to share this news?"

"I think you would like to see it known to more people." Dark Rat smiled: "What do you think?"

"The whole south?" Chen Mo asked.

"I might try my best."

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June 1092, 8, Crystalline Era

morning

Chen Mo unpacked the stack of oil paper bags that had been placed at the agreed place in advance.

The contents of the oil paper bag were not as rich as imagined, nor were they as important as he thought.

Articles cut out of local newspapers many years ago, as well as some literary publications, made rumors about the behavior of the Duke's adopted daughter when she took over the Duke's administration. She attended a certain ball, and it was rumored that she came into contact with one of the heirs of a certain family at a certain noble ball. .

Chen Mo flipped through the pages.

His fingers lightly brushed over a name mentioned on those yellowed articles.

When the action stopped, it was on a page of reports boasting the meeting of Shevata. It was the only article with a photo. She was a rising star in the city-states of Ursus. In the article, she was It was very well received at that meeting.

The girl stood on the stage, with the majestic and solemn parliament closing behind her, and the scarlet steel flag of Ursus under the spotlight. Chen Mo's eyes stopped.

The silver-haired girl raised her head proudly. She was wearing an Ursus-style aristocratic military uniform, which set off her straight back. The face in the yellowed photo was much more mature than Chen Mo's vague memory. She When she grew up, she did grow up and became something strange.

She looked at the front of the meeting without any pause or timidity in her eyes. With the dense crowd in the audience, she was calm and calm.

Chen Mo was not surprised at all.

Yes, she is destined to attract attention.

The flames ignited at the fingertips, burning the information in his hand into ashes. Chen Mo kept the photo and put it into the bag of his coat.

He was not sure whether the information network he was trying to establish between Ursus cities was reliable and how much progress could be made. The Dark Rat's group of intelligence dealers were not trustworthy, and Chen Mo simply did not really expect that this group of people would have more success in the future. Many uses.

What Chen Mo knows well is that Ursus is a huge country. Even if he thinks that Tallulah can't really disappear into the ordinary, relying on him alone is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack. He has no intention of staying in Ursus for the rest of his life. Inside, he couldn't devote his life to it.

He couldn't and didn't dare to gamble on his luck in finding someone in the vast land of Ursus.

At this time, Chen Mo would also miss Liting and the organization in Kazdale that he had established with the help of Tower of Babel and Theresia.

But fortunately, the connection between people has always been a tool that can be used. As long as a certain price is paid, some progress can always be made.