Chapter 13 Legendary Genius - Natural Pretender - Next

In the slums of New Rome, the most lively and common is the speakeasy.

Most of these bars do not have an official name, and usually hang some strangely patterned neon boxes in front of the door as signs. Cheapness is their biggest feature, whether it is alcohol, food, contraband, women, or men.

The environment of these bars is also very similar: the venue is simple, the sound is noisy, the light is dim, the air is turbid and always emits a bad alcohol smell. Those men and women who drink are holding wine glasses all the time, as if they are performing the same scenes of the same room drama, always seem to flirt and noisy, or Arguing and fighting endlessly.

Here, you can find all kinds of people, such as petty citizens, miners, *, pimps, murderers, drug dealers, usury hooligans, extortion gangsters, unsatisfactory adventurers, and so on.

Dilo is helping in such a bar.

His work is naturally not idle, but it is still easy. He usually just works for the bartender, does some chores, and helps bring a few plates to the guests when the bartender and waitresses are busy.

Dillo has no salary. The bar owner pays him a large steel wine pot, which is filled with the lowest spirits and puts it under the bar to let him take a few sips. There is no limit, as long as he doesn't get drunk.

Dilo is very satisfied with the job and never complains that the pay is too low or too busy. In fact, if the bar owner hadn't had a little friendship with him in the past, I'm afraid no one would have asked him, a drunken shell and unclean waste, to do things.

The business tonight is not good or bad. As soon as Dilo drank a few mouthfuls of wine, he stood on the edge of the bar and wiped some wine utensils.

Robert came over from the noisy crowd and shouted to him, "Hi, my friend, what is the best and strongest wine here? Give me a cup, sb, a big one."

Dilo looked up at the broad-shouldered and thick-looking man and found that he was a stranger he had never seen before. Judging from the clothes that were obviously different from the locals, it was probably a member of the adventurer team that had just arrived in New Rome to collect intelligence. He stopped and said, "Good evening, sir. What kind of team are you? Pioneer?"

Robert, who could no longer see his original face after makeup, seemed to be a little surprised. He raised his eyebrows and laughed, "My friend has good eyesight. Well, my name is Rogge, and I'm a full-time hunter."

A full-time hunter who kills space monsters? Dilo immediately stood in awe. There is no doubt that the guys who can claim to be full-time hunters are powerful refiners. Even among the team of adventurers full of all kinds of talents, they are also prominent core figures, which are rare in this slum he lives in.

"Friend, what's your name?" Robert didn't show any airs. He asked Delo's name and said, "Ah, Delo, it's nice to meet you. Would you like to have a drink with me and tell me some information I want to know? Of course, I will thank you."

He took out a large bill and pushed it from the bar. Let's have two cups first. Don't look for them."

"Two cups of kim." Dilo handed the big money to a bartender at the bar, found some change and still returned it to Robert. He said, "Mr. Rogge, thank you very much for your hospitality. I'm also very willing to have a drink with you, but I'm afraid I can't provide any valuable information. If you need it, I can introduce you to a professional. "

Although today's information is so developed that people can collect a large amount of information from the virtual world without leaving home, due to technical reasons, the federal synchronous virtual network platform has not yet covered the entire territory of the Federation and is limited to a single galaxy. It is quite difficult for distant galaxies to communicate with each other. A large number of transit space stations must be built, and a few galaxies that are too far away can only transmit simple digital messages. The situation is somewhat similar to the primitive period when the ancient earth had just invented telegraphs and the information was extremely closed. This is the biggest factor for the federal government to stop continuing to expand its territory in the galaxy, otherwise it is very easy to bring security risks.

In fact, in addition to hardware constraints, the lack of the circulation of public information is more artificial. The reason is very simple - information is equal to business opportunities and is a wealth resource with extremely huge profits. Who will be stupid enough to contribute his property and share it with others?

Because of this, there will be some relatively well-informed people in every part of the Federation to provide outsiders with all kinds of secret information in the region to earn commissions. And the places that often haunt such people are naturally places with complex environments such as local bars and nightclubs. Dilo is very self-amazed and knows that with a little true and false gossip he occasionally hears in the bar, he can't meet the needs of the guest in front of him. If he accidentally gives the wrong information, it will definitely cause trouble and trouble.

Robert waved his hand and smiled, "Don't worry. I want to relax first. Let's just talk casually. You take this. It doesn't matter."

Of course, Dilo would not refuse politely. He quickly stuffed the change into his pocket, rubbed his hands happily and said, "Mr. Rogge, what do you want to talk about?"

"Just call me Rogge." Robert raised his glass and said, "This can make us chat like real good friends. Come on, Delo, a toast to our acquaintance."

"No, this is a big cup of Jim. You can't drink it like this." Dilo said in a hurry, but failed to stop Robert from drinking in time.

"What?" Robert put down the cup puzzledly and suddenly felt a flame-like hot current in his chest and abdomen. He couldn't help exhaling a breath of wine. Then he suddenly realized and said, "This wine is fucking strong enough. I have run dozens of federal galaxies and been to several civilized galaxies outside the Earth Federation, but I have never tasted it."

"Of course." Dilo boasted proudly: "Kiem is a famous specialty of the Neo-Roman galaxy and the strongest liquor in the whole Federation. It is almost contraband. As long as you drink a whole bottle, it is likely to cause several serious fights and even a cruel murder. Limited production, fewer exports, even rare to see people in the outer galaxy of the Earth's federal galaxy, let alone other civilized galaxies.

Robert laughed and said, "Man, this is the most attractive and interesting promotional advertisement I've heard. Well, how about we sit down over there and have a few drinks? I think talking to you is a very enjoyable pastime.

"Well, Rogge, of course I'd be happy to accompany you." Dilo scratched his head, explained and recommended in embarrassment, "It's just that I still have to work, so I'm sorry. Maybe you can find another beautiful and lovely girl to accompany you. I promise it will make you happier here tonight.

"No, no, no, man, this is not a good proposal." Robert shook his head and refused, shrugged his shoulders and said, "If I want to have fun, there will be a better place, won't I?"

"Of course." Dilo admitted this and whispered, "Mr. Rogge, in fact, I also think your identity is not suitable for this environment. All the men here are brazen drilling machines, while women are all insatiable excavators, full of energy, eager to cut through your bones and peel your skin. "

Robert was made to laugh again: "Hey, man, can you point me to a place that is not so horrible?"

"Oh, no, who let us live in such a highly developed mechanized era?" Dilo sighed and spread his hands and said solemnly, "Other places are more terrible. Everyone outside is a super mixer equipped with a nuclear engine. You will never stop without squeezing your last bone marrow. Therefore, I advise you to stay here.

"You're right. Some humans outside are simply more terrible than the most ferocious space monsters. For the sake of safety, I'd better stay." Robert laughed louder and louder, and then he found that Di Changli had something in common with his father.

Although the two father and son live in an extremely poor and hard life, they have always maintained a positive and optimistic attitude. After experiencing unbearable grievances, they do not complain about the injustice of the world. They still self-regulate and try to cheer up, and even forget to care for more vulnerable others, while their own pain is buried. Hide in the bottom of my heart and chew silently.

Robert didn't stay in the bar for a long time, so he sat by the bar and chatted with Dilo and drank a bottle of Kim. After that, he was obviously a little drunk. He stood up and patted Delo on the shoulder and said goodbye: "Man, it's nice to meet you. I have to go. I hope to see you again in the future."

"Although Mr. Rogge is a little bold, he is very good. He has no ability and no airs. He is a good man." Seeing Robert disappear into the crowd, Dilo rubbed his shoulder, which was a little sore, turned back to himself, and suddenly found that a small soft skin had been left on the chair he had just sat on. He picked it up and opened it. He couldn't help opening his mouth in surprise.

The soft skin is very small, and it contains only a finger-sized warm round beads with an attractive amber luster, shining under the light, overflowing with a beautiful halo like a dream.

Dillo took a cold breath, and his heart suddenly jumped like a drum. He hurriedly tied his mouth tightly and glanced around reflexively. Seeing that no one noticed, he quickly stuffed the soft skin into his arms. He stood in a daze for a while, his eyes changed dramatically, and suddenly he quickly chased out of the bar.

This amber bead is not a pearl or natural gemstone secreted by mussels, but a mutant crystal produced in the brains of some space monsters, called Xuanjing.

Xuanjing not only has a crystal and magnificent appearance far more than ordinary jewelry and jade, but also contains strange energy with different attributes. It is an indispensable special effect material for making complex armor. In addition, it is difficult to obtain and scarce, so it is known as a rare treasure in jewelry and is incredibly expensive. The exquisite ornaments made with Xuanjing can only be consumed by the rich families of the Federation, which belongs to the sky-high luxury goods that civilians dare not ask about at all.

There must be a grade difference in all jewelry. Although Dilo can't distinguish the quality of this Xuanjing, let alone judge its attributes, even if a subordinate Xuanjing of any attribute, its value is quite amazing. Even if Dilo becomes a seller's property, I'm afraid to buy it. I can't afford it.

Dillo ran out of the bar and saw people coming and going endlessly. He tried his best to look around, but how could he see Robert's shadow? He stood for a while, and finally had to scratch his head and go back.

Although Dilo is incompetent and has the bad problem of pettyping, his moral quality is far from noble. In any case, he has nothing to do with a decent gentleman, but he also has his own principles and bottom line.

Dilo's principles and bottom line are actually very simple. To sum up, he can't be too greedy, let alone hurt others to satisfy his selfish desires. Therefore, the most outlandish thing he has ever done is just to take care of others and make some extra money without harm.

And now, the value of a Xuanjing has far exceeded the standard set by himself. Although it is someone else's lost property and Dilo does not intend to steal it, after all, it is too expensive for him to feel safe and take it for himself.

Robert's eyes, which were hidden in the dark, were deep and clear, and he couldn't see any drunkenness. He nodded with a smile and whispered, "It's very good. It seems that you don't need to worry about incompatibility when you get along with each other in the future."