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Chapter 324 Nicola Turtle Soup

"Mother, mother, who is Nicholas the fool?"

Liu Yonglu stood by the bookstore window, looking at several hardcover booklets placed in the most conspicuous position, with a line of conspicuous large characters on the cover: "Nicholas the Hooligan". There was also a large poster of Nicholas on the back, but under this title, the originally serious photo looked a little funny no matter how you looked at it.

"Nikola is the inventor of our Mosesad. His invention will also be unveiled at the Continental Exposition in a few days."

There is less than half a month left until the Continental Expo, and various news have been publicized in newspapers and are no longer a secret to ordinary people.

"So cool, mom, buy me a copy. I want to be a badass when I grow up!"

A little boy of six or seven years old pulled his mother's sleeve and took him to the bookstore. Listening to his innocent words, Liu Yonglu almost drooled.

Walking into the bookstore, the owner did as the publisher requested. Nicholas the Husband could not be placed on the table, but on the floor. The citizens of New Newland squatted on the floor and flipped through the books.

"Sir, do you want to buy Nicholas the Husband, too?"

Seeing Liu Yonglu trying to look at the book but not knowing where to put it, the enthusiastic young clerk immediately started to sell it to him:

"This book has been very popular these days, and the price is not expensive. You can buy a copy for your children to read, just as an inspiration and motivation for them to invent something."

Liu Yonglu smiled secretly in his heart, our book introduction is not only well revised, but also has the right direction. The main feature is that it is delicious, inexpensive, informative, and interesting. It's strong!
"Pack one for me."

Liu Yonglu took out his wallet from his pocket to support sales.

"Sir, we are planning to hold a book signing event for your book after the Continental Expo. You can bring your book to Mr. Nicholas for his autograph."

"Ah."

While Liu Yonglu and other staff were packing books, customers in the bookstore were reading and spontaneously discussing the plot of "Nicholas the Husband":

"Ma'am, please skip ahead and read Chapter 7. Nicholas was a pretty naughty kid."

"That's nothing. The mess is still to come. I won't reveal the secret to you. You will know it when you see it for yourself."

"Andre, isn't your factory looking to hire someone to do an advertisement recently? I think Nicholas is a good fit."

"I'm afraid they may not be happy about it. After all, my factory produces toilet cleaners."

It's very good, it really combines education with entertainment, and it has won wide acclaim. Liu Yonglu walked out of the bookstore with the book in his hand. In front of him was his own Tianying Restaurant, where he came to get lunch.

This is the good thing about opening your own restaurant. You don't have to eat out, and when you feel like craving something, you can ask the kitchen to prepare two dishes for you. It's pretty good.

When he arrived at the entrance of Tianying Restaurant, he found that the customers in line had already been thrown out the door. Liu Yonglu did not need to queue and just pushed the door and walked in.

"Sir, I'm sorry, you may need to wait in line. If you can't wait, you can buy a few egg tarts at the window at the main entrance to try first."

The doorman greeted us politely.

"Someone has taken a seat inside."

Liu Yonglu patted the doorman on the shoulder and walked straight to the bar to find his good apprentice, Mr. Shani, the current lobby manager.

"Shani, how is business lately?"

Xia Ni was so busy that he was startled when he heard Liu Yonglu calling him from behind:
"Master, you are here, what would you like to eat today?"

"Your mistress doesn't like spicy food, so you can just prepare three dishes and a soup."

"Or is it Nicola's turtle soup?"

"No, no, no, your master is a tough guy, but I can't stand this kind of nourishment. Just have a bowl of hot and sour soup. It's cloudy, I want to sweat."

"okay."

Just as Xia Ni was about to inform the kitchen and leave quickly, Liu Yonglu stopped him:
"Don't be busy, don't be busy. Let me ask you, how is the store doing recently?"

"Okay, look, it's been packed since we opened. Chef, you're smart and understand the celebrity effect. Now almost every table must order the Nicola Turtle Soup."

Shani pointed to the most conspicuous place in the restaurant, where there was a photo hanging. It was sent by Liu Yonglu two days ago. The photo showed Nicholas drinking soup with a spoon and making a thumbs-up with his other hand.

"They all come here to drink with their old man. Your words are good."

Below the photo is Nicholas’ handwritten inscription: “Nicholas’ turtle soup, for my father to drink.”

Liu Yonglu took a closer look and found that many of the diners came with their families, and most of the old gentlemen had a bowl of turtle soup in front of them.

After Xia Ni packed up Liu Yonglu's things, he strolled to the basement floor of the Investigation Department.

Millie Tang was staring at the opal soaked in liquid with her arms folded.

Oddly enough, when the opal was at home, there was nothing special about it except that it bubbled from time to time. But after it was placed in the Investigation Department, Millie Tang could see with the naked eye that it seemed to have grown a circle.

"Mi Li'er, don't study it anymore. If you can't figure it out, just send it to the second basement floor to ask Farrell to exchange it for something else. Let's eat first. We have to meet Alva in the evening."

"Hmm... I don't think it's safe to put this thing on the second floor underground."

Millie Tang was cautious by nature. There were many cases of mystics using ancient relics to plot against each other. Although she had studied very carefully in the past two days, she always felt that something was not right.

This is indeed an ancient relic, but it seems to have a vigorous vitality in it. Unless it was just created by a god?

"Hey, Shani, you know I'm craving for mutton, this cumin smell, hurry up, I'm drooling."

Liu Yonglu was a coward. He opened the lunch box and looked at the dishes one by one. Millie Tang put on her coat before they left the basement.

After turning off the lights and locking the door, Opal in the room seemed to be able to sense the two people leaving.

A milky white, slimy tube-like object cautiously poked out from the opal. It tried to open the lid of the box, but after several unsuccessful attempts, it retracted.

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At an unknown small pier on the Mosessade seashore, Alva rubbed his hands and walked into a cheap bar frequented by sailors. He ordered a simple meal and a glass of mulled wine, and ate alone, thinking about the conversation he had with Wordsworth before leaving.

"Alva, are you going to meet that von Stroevsky alone? Do you need to bring some more people to help you carry the invention?"

"No need, Mr. Wordsworth. We are now under the special attention of the sheriff. If we have too many people, we will expose our target."

Alva was quite certain that some change had taken place in Wordsworth of late: he began to eat more and more, and spent less and less time in prayer and meditation.

Moreover, in Alva's previous understanding, Wordsworth was a very vicious person, but not very cunning.

But standing in front of him again, Alva found that he could not see through this man at all. He could often sense a hazy and scheming feeling from him.

"Well, you're right. Returning safely is the key. By the way, did the other party really not put forward any conditions on the phone?"

"...No, the people of the Saint Maiden Sect were also surprised that the invention had problems in our hands. Recently, I thought about it again. When Prince Herama saw the invention in the Saint Maiden Sect's base, it did not have the part that connected to the Wisdom God Church. I think there must be something wrong with our operation."

Wordsworth just looked at Alva quietly without saying a word. Alva could only lower his eyes, not daring to look him in the face.

"Alva, I have always valued you. You know, we are close comrades."

When Wordsworth came over, Alva's heart trembled unconsciously, but he still managed to resist the urge to dodge Wordsworth's hand that was patting his shoulder.

"Yes, we are close comrades-in-arms."

"You can see that, after all the hard work on invention, we still need the help of the gods, so we are a match made in heaven."

"What is in the Lost Sea?"

Alva couldn't help but ask the question hidden in his heart:
"There are too many, Alva. I don't know where to start. If you have time, I can share with you just the tip of the iceberg of the Father's vast consciousness."

"Next time, Mr. Wordsworth. If I don't leave now, it will be too late. I have to take a small boat to the shore and then make a round trip to get rid of those who are watching me."

Although curious about the secrets of the Lost Sea, Wordsworth's voice gave Alva a chill.

Recovering from his thoughts, Alva poked the macaroni on the plate with his fork out of boredom.

There were thin dark clouds floating in the sky outside the house, and he had a bad feeling. This premonition had no basis, but he always had this feeling when a disaster was about to happen.

It was the same horrible weather on the day my mother left when I was 14.

Alva took out a paper bag from his pocket. Inside was a large brown capsule, which he put in his mouth like chewing gum.

He casually placed the change on the counter, left the bar, hired a carriage and drove towards the Bastia Restaurant.

He arrived very early, around five o'clock, and it was already completely dark. Alva had planned to go to the restaurant first to observe the terrain so that he would have a way out if the situation was not right.

But when he reached the door, he suddenly gave up the idea, feeling powerless to compromise with fate.

Sitting on a tree stump at the door of the restaurant, he took off the painter's hat he usually wore, looked up at the stars and the moon in the gaps in the dark clouds, and emptied his mind, not thinking about his confused life for more than twenty years, nor about the complicated struggle at the expo.

There were not many customers in the small country restaurant. At around seven o'clock, two horse-drawn carriages drove over.

The first carriage did not stop at the restaurant entrance, but drove straight to the back door. Three or four people got out of the carriage and surrounded the restaurant.

The second carriage stopped in front of Alva, and a stranger in a windbreaker and with a smile on his face jumped out of the door first. Then he turned around and took the hand of a beautiful short-haired girl.

Alva seemed to have seen this face before, like Agent Millie Tang from the Investigation Department.

"Hahaha."

He leaned over and couldn't help laughing, laughing so hard that his stomach hurt and tears came out.

This might be a good ending, he is really tired.

"Mi Li'er, are you naive? Did you take some laughing stock?"

"Mr. Ricky, stop pretending, let's go inside and talk."

Alva put on his hat, patted his butt, and walked straight into the restaurant.

I have been very sleep deprived recently, so I can't help going to bed. Go to bed early, everyone. Good night.

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(End of this chapter)