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Claude and the other man looked at each other helplessly, both feeling distressed and not knowing what to do. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and asked Xinteleia:

"How do the checkpoints here usually check the infected? Do they check the density of Originium in the blood?"

"Normally not, there are too many people and we don't have the time. But we can't hide the crystal on her body." Xinteleya was a little confused. She didn't know what Claude wanted to do.

"If you only look at the appearance, I have a way." Claude recalled the runes he had learned, trying to find one that could be used. Soon he found his target, which was the 234th rune of the Ether system. It also had another nickname, called: "Mild Neglect."

Its function is to prevent a small area from attracting the attention of others. Even if a person's eyes can clearly see this place, he will not have any idea of ​​exploring it in his mind.

In his mind, this place is normal and there is no problem. Of course, this rune has limited effect, and those with strong mental power can accurately find the abnormality. But Claude didn't think he would encounter such a person at a small checkpoint.

"Where do the stones on your body grow?" Hearing Claude's question, the child lifted up his gray cloak and pointed at his thigh. There were several yellow crystals on it, which looked like they grew out of flesh and blood.

Claude rummaged through the storage box in the cab and found a pen, then leaned out from between the two seats, stretched out his hand, and drew runes on the place where the source stone crystals were on her thigh.

This rune looks very simple, formed by two circles with a part of the middle overlapping each other. But it is definitely not something that can be drawn simply by picking up a pen. During the drawing process, the user's magic power and mental power must be closely coordinated and injected into the drawn trajectory. It can work before the magic power dissipates.

The yellow-haired girl stared at Claude who was drawing on her legs with great curiosity. The picture seemed somewhat suggestive.

After the last stroke was completed, the entire rune began to emit a faint blue light, and then disappeared. The entire thigh looked smooth, and there was no sign that there had been an Originium crystal growing here.

Claude turned around and found that they were only two cars away, so he sat back and put down the pen in his hand.

When it was their turn, two infected people had been caught, and they were all driven out without exception. The well-equipped guard outside knocked on his car window with the joint of his index finger. Then he looked around his car and asked the three of them to get out.

Entering the checkpoint, there are two passages, one for men and one for women. Claude walked towards the men's passage. Pushing open the glass door in front of him, there was a simple physical examination room inside. A doctor in white protective clothing stood beside him. When he saw him coming in, he asked him to take off his clothes, leaving only his underwear. After a quick glance, he didn't see any obvious Originium crystals, so he let him pass.

This surprised Claude. He had thought that he would be given some trouble and asked for a bribe. If they really wanted to measure the density of blood Originium, he should be able to fool them with his rhetoric and some tricks. But the guards at this checkpoint seemed to be a little different from before.

After he walked out of the door, his two companions also finished the inspection and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with them. They walked towards their SUV and no one stopped them. Until they drove the car into the city, Xinteleya was still a little surprised. He didn't expect that it was so easy to fool them.

She immediately became interested in the runes drawn by Claude. She didn't expect that such a simple Originium technique could have such a great effect.

"Claude, what does that rune you drew mean?" She couldn't help but question Claude.

"That means obstruction and confusion, but it is only the most basic original framework. We need to add other runes to it to achieve the best effect."

Seeing that the other party still looked a little confused, he said casually.

"If you are interested, I can teach you when I have time."

Xinteleya was obviously a little surprised: "Can such a powerful thing be taught to others casually?"

"It was generally not allowed before, but it is different now. And you are my subordinate, I think I have the right."

In the previous world, although all the knowledge of the entire empire could be learned and used by anyone who made sufficient contributions, it was still strictly forbidden to teach military knowledge to people outside the military. However, as the lord of the legion and the Grand Duke of Korcos, he still had this right.

Xinteleya did not ask any more questions. The vehicle drove on the road that they were becoming more and more familiar with, and soon arrived at a place that impressed them both.

Slowing down the car, Claude looked around for parking spaces to see if there was any vacant space. After walking a distance, he finally found an empty parking space. He drove the car closer to it and parked it in one go without any pause.

After locking the car door, the two of them walked forward. The girl with yellow hair followed them curiously. Soon they arrived at an ordinary little bar.

Claude looked around and couldn't help but feel nostalgic. He had been away for almost two years and didn't know how his friends here were doing.

A New Beginning: Chapter 34 Pharmaceutical Company Rhode Island

The thick, clean rag in his hand rubbed the bar. The solid wood bar was painted with transparent paint. After years of use, it became shiny and warm. In the small bar, there was only a row of small windows near the street. Although there was not much light, it looked very warm and comfortable.

There are small glass jars next to them, filled with snacks for drinking. Many retired knights come here to drink. When they come here to drink, they always habitually order a glass of beer first, and then some snacks. Of course, the snacks are free, so they are always very polite. The owner of the tavern, Old Martin, always complains to them a few words, saying that if they continue to eat like this, the snacks for drinking will have to be replaced every two days, and he is about to go bankrupt.

But, having said that, the side dishes on the bar are always changing and have never been cancelled.

After wiping the bar, he picked up the heavy glass beer cups next to him and started wiping them one by one. These cups were not necessarily dirty, but he was used to finding something to do. The record player next to him played light and soothing music, and his mood became better and better. He couldn't help but hum along.

There was the sound of a wooden door being pushed open. The creaking sound was a bit harsh. Martin frowned, thinking that maybe it had been forgotten to be oiled.

"Welcome, what would you like to drink?"

Old Martin greeted him while bending down and putting down the wine glass in his hand. He heard the crisp sound of iron boots stepping on the solid wood floor. It seemed that the visitor was wearing armor. This did not surprise him. There were always knights coming here, as if there was some magic that attracted knights.

"One beer, and three servings of meat soup."

A clear and familiar voice came, followed by the sound of several coins being placed on the bar. Martin looked up and saw a pair of amber eyes with a smile on their faces, looking at him.

"You guy! This is a bar. Every time you come here you come to eat. I can't make any money from you." Old Martin also laughed. He reached out and picked up a glass and poured him a full glass of beer. The fine foam on it was about to overflow from the mouth of the glass.

"Give me two more servings of the beast meat soup. Oh, and give me a basket of bread, too."

Claude looked back at the yellow-haired girl, then turned back to Martin and added, Reaching out to hold the long sword at his waist to prevent it from hitting the chair in front of the bar, he found a random chair and sat down.

Seeing the three people sitting in front of him, Martin asked Claude with some confusion.

"I know how much you eat. You can't eat that much. What's wrong with you today?"

"Just go ahead and do it. Those are not for me to eat."

Martin looked at the strange girl with some surprise, and then went back to the kitchen to prepare.

"Tell me later how you have been spending the past two years."

As he walked, he waved to Claude.

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Just out of the oven, the slightly browned, floury toasted bread tastes very soft. Use it with the delicious broth with thick soup, take a bite of soup and a bite of bread, or dip the bread in the soup, no matter how much you eat, you can eat it.

Following his old habit, he wiped the soup off the plate with the last bite of bread and then put it into his mouth to eat.

Martin, who seemed to be deep in thought on the opposite side, finally spoke.

"You've really done something big, but if you want to find a pharmaceutical company that can treat the infected, I know one."

"Are there companies here that are willing to treat infected people? That's really rare. Could they be using infected people for drug experiments or something?"

"That won't happen. This company is quite special. I heard from Maria that it's called Rhodes Island and that they have an office here. I heard that their slogan is to help the infected. I've never heard of any scandals about them, so it should be fine. I just need to pay attention to it when the time comes."

"Then I'll go take a look later." Claude nodded thoughtfully.

"You probably don't know yet, but Margaret is no longer in this city."

Claude really hadn't heard the news at all, so he looked a little surprised and asked Martin.

"I heard nothing about it. When did this happen? Why did she leave?"

"Not long after you left, she spent two days thinking at home and suddenly told us that she wanted to go out and travel and get some exercise. The old man in the Linguang family didn't object. By the way, that guy Ma Enna went with her, as if he was worried about her being alone."

"Is that so? That does surprise me, but it's also a good thing for her. With their strength, they won't be in any danger." Claude felt a little regretful. He had been looking forward to meeting them.

"You guys take a rest here. I'm going to go take a look at that company and find out their background." Claude turned around and said to his two companions.

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In an office, Rhodes Island operators wearing black uniforms with blue decorations were drinking coffee leisurely. Although this was the office of Rhodes Island, and Rhodes Island was also a well-known pharmaceutical company, they had just been established and were not well-known, so they were usually very idle.

One of the operators put four pieces of sugar in the black coffee in his hand and took another sip. The expression on his face relaxed and he couldn't help but complain to the female medical operator next to him.

"Put more sugar in your coffee. I almost vomited the bitterness just now."

The female operator rolled her eyes at him.

"The sugar is on the table. If you want to drink it, just put it yourself. You don't need others to do anything for you. Also, you put so much sugar. I see you will have to give back all the results of your training in two days. If Instructor Doberman sees it, he will scold you to death."

"Don't mention it, don't mention it. I finally have some time to relax. Please don't let me think of those things." Zhong

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Just as they were arguing, there was a knock on the door. They all turned their heads to look at the glass door of the office. A black knight wearing a helmet was looking at them. He bent his fingers slightly and knocked on the glass door twice with his knuckles.

Several people hurriedly packed up and sat down at their workstations. After seeing them finish packing, Claude opened the door and walked in.

He walked to a petite girl from the Filin tribe, who was wearing a woolen hat and a uniform. When she saw him coming, she immediately asked him.

"How can I help you, sir?"

"Oh, that's right. I want to purchase a large amount of Originium disease inhibitors. I wonder if I can do that here?" Claude stated his purpose directly.

The girl from the Film tribe suddenly looked a little overwhelmed. She didn't expect that this office would receive a large order in the first month of its opening. Of course, they were selling infection-inhibiting drugs. Due to cost reasons, these drugs were not cheap, but the knight in front of him said that he wanted to purchase them on a large scale. This was of course a large order.

"Okay, of course! Sir, please sit here for a while. I will contact our boss."

For a moment, these people were in a hurry to entertain Claude. A male operator with a tuft of feathers on his ears brought him a cup of black coffee and put two sugars in it. After putting them in, he realized that his behavior was a bit too self-willed. He was a little nervous again. Their performance just now was so casual. He didn't know if it would leave a bad impression on this big customer. e

Their worries were unnecessary. Claude did not have any bad impression of them at all. On the contrary, he had a good impression of them. These energetic young people gave him a certain understanding of the company's ethos, and for now, they really aroused his interest.

After taking a sip of refreshing coffee, he looked up at the busy traffic outside the window and waited patiently.

"What's your name, little brother?"

Claude suddenly called out to the young man who was pouring coffee for him, who had a rather eccentric personality.

"Ah, me? Oh, sir, you can call me Krim." The young man seemed to have not expected Claude to call him that and looked a little surprised.

"Well, then, little brother Krim, do you like sweets?"

"Uh, sir, did you hear that just now?..."

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"Yes, and..."

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"Mr. Claude, let me tell you, the cafeteria in Rhodes Island is super delicious, but sometimes it seems a little dangerous inside, and we don't dare to go there. Some newcomers who have just arrived on the island always suffer this. When I first joined the company, I almost went to eat there. Fortunately, my kind senior stopped me and told me this story."

"Oh, why is the cafeteria so dangerous? Are there infected creatures in there?"

"Mr. Claude, you are joking. Although there are no infected organisms in it, the food that day is dangerous. Although it will not kill you and is good for your health, basically no one wants to eat it."

“Does it taste bad?”

"That's right. The person who cooked that day was one of our colleagues. Although she is a very nice person, she is always too focused on nutrition when it comes to cooking. As a result, the food she cooks is often difficult to swallow. We couldn't say anything to her face. After all, she is such a good person."

"Is that so? That's indeed difficult to handle." Claude looked as if he felt the same way.

As mentioned before, in the world before Claude, due to frequent wars, people's diet became simple and crude, and the way of processing food was too rough. This was the case when Claude's mother cooked in that world. As a duchess, she always liked to cook for them personally. When she cooked meat, she even put it into the pot with blood, and the pot was full of blood foam. Seasoning was also very scarce, and basically few people paid attention to it.

His father was a great Duke, and his diet was already one of the best in the entire empire, but for Claude, it was still completely incomparable to what he ate in modern society. At that time, he missed the food before, even a pack of instant noodles. As for the food made by his mother, he could not refuse it at all.

It was not until later that he started cooking for his family himself that his father stopped eating the meals his mother cooked.

"Sir, I've made the contact. Our company happens to be anchored nearby right now, and our person in charge wishes to speak to you in person."

A soft female voice woke Claude from his memories. He looked up and nodded.

"Okay, thank you, miss."

After Claude stood up and walked to the back of their office, the Filin girl asked her companion.

"What's going on? In just a few moments, you were chatting so happily with that gentleman?"

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"Hello, young lady, what should I call you?"

Claude looked at the beautiful figure with green hair on the terminal screen. She had neatly trimmed shoulder-length green hair. She was wearing a dress of the same color. She looked like a female from the Filin tribe, and she gave people a sharp and strong feeling. There was no trace of makeup on her face, and her face was clean and smooth, without any expression. In short, she was a person who could easily leave a deep impression on others.

"Hello, Mr. Claude, you can just call me Kal'tsit."

"Okay, Ms. Kal'tsit, the lady just now should have told you why I came. What do you think?"

"I already know why you are here, Mr. Claude, but before that I have to find out the purpose of this batch of medicine, Mr. Claude."

“Is this a necessary procedure?”

"Yes, please understand. After all, this is a sensitive matter and we have to be responsible for the company."

"I understand, but I can only tell you that I have some friends who are infected and they are in urgent need of medicine. Apart from that, I can't reveal more."

"Okay, that's enough for us. I won't ask any more."

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There was no unnecessary courtesy in the conversation between the two men. Just like a duel between swordsmen, there were only clean and neat strikes, and they said what they meant directly.

"Mr. Claude, we have basically negotiated these issues. If you have time, you can come to our company headquarters to sign a formal contract."

"Of course, this is the most important thing for me, and I have time for both days."

"Then I'll send you the coordinates of our company's location."

"Okay, then I will visit your company tomorrow."

"You are welcome to visit us."

"Well, goodbye, Ms. Kelsey."

"Goodbye Mr. Claude."