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"Where on earth did you come from, you weird Sakota? Why are you blocking our actions?"

the boss asked anxiously.

"Me? No one stopped me. I was just passing by and bought some dessert on the way."

Outcast looked so innocent that if you didn't know her you would think she was really here to buy dessert.

The "boss" glared at Outcast, but didn't intend to argue with her about it at this time.

"Team 12, we lost our target, but the direction they disappeared from should be Dam Street."

He took out a small communication device and started communicating with the people he was traveling with.

"Okay, I understand. I'll take people there right away and check them one by one."

After doing all this, he put away the communicator, turned his attention back to Outcast, and warned him.

"I'm warning you, Sakota, don't get involved in things that you shouldn't get involved in."

"Outcast, you know what, this aperture is really convenient. I can tell at a glance that it's a Sakota. If it were someone without an aperture, he might have been caught as a spy of Tara."

Beichen whistled and spoke teasingly while leaning against the counter.

"Haha, that's true, but... you said warning just now? I've heard similar words too many times. I'm not used to it when there's no weapon against me."

How many times have you been threatened?

"You... I don't have time to listen to you two talking nonsense now. Soldiers, let's go."

The "boss" walked out from behind the dessert stand, and the people around him - such as the one who was reading a newspaper and the two who were arguing - immediately followed him.

Wow, there are more people following us than normal passers-by on the street.

"Outcast, I bet he was trying to arrest me just now. Next time, would you consider wearing a fake halo and going out with you?"

"Beichen, if you do this, I will arrest you."

Outcast said with a smile.

"Hey, I was just kidding. Also, Boss, don't hide down there anymore. The fake guy has already left."

As soon as Bei Chen finished speaking, a frightened middle-aged man poked his head out from behind the counter and looked around carefully.

"Let's go, are you all gone?"

He has been selling desserts here for so many years, but this is the first time he has encountered such a thing. He hid downstairs and didn't dare to make a sound.

"Well, Boss, please pack up all the remaining desserts so I can bring them back for my colleagues to try."

Outcast still can't forget her dessert.

The boss reacted quickly and packed up all the desserts skillfully with a smile on his face.

Of course, Beichen will still pay.

After picking up the packed desserts, Beichen and Outcast walked slowly towards the Rhodes Island office.

"Outcast, don't you have anything to say? I don't believe you're just going to go back and eat dessert and go to bed today."

Beichen looked at Outcast and asked.

"Of course, what else can I do, help those Victorian soldiers stand guard?"

Outcast quipped.

"Hey, don't hide it from me. I heard that there is a banquet at 109 Dam Street at o'clock today. Are you interested in going with me? I heard that there are many high-end snacks."

"Haha, I didn't expect you to invite someone so old. I'm really flattered. It's a pity that if I were 10 or 20 years younger, I would definitely agree to your invitation without hesitation, Beichen."

"Besides, those high-end snacks may not taste better than what I have in my hand."

Bei Chen nodded and said, "I understand. Leave the affairs inside the banquet to me, and you take care of the affairs outside. I have a feeling that something will happen tonight."

"I hope things won't turn out the way you expected."

.........................

No. 109 Dam Street, in a luxuriously decorated lounge.

A man said with a flattering smile on his face, rubbing his hands continuously and lowering his head.

"My dear lady, I have the honor to inform you that the dinner is ready."

A disdainful voice answered him.

"So slow! You nobles always drag your feet in doing everything. It's so annoying."

Looking at the person who was speaking, although he was not very tall and looked very young, his words were very sarcastic, as if he was dozens of heads taller than the others.

The man - the organizer of tonight's dinner, the Baron, immediately looked frightened, afraid of angering the guests in front of him, and hurriedly apologized.

"Yes, I am sorry for the poor hospitality. Please allow me to express my sincerest apologies to you."

After the disdainful smacking of lips, there was still that annoying sound, which made people want to slap her twice.

"Tsk, let's just save our energy. How many people can come today?"

"Men of insight from all over the Hill County have been invited, including our most popular poet, Seamus Williams..."

The baron was interrupted before he could finish his words.

"A poet? That sounds boring. Where are the nobles and merchants you promised to find?"

"Of course, of course, they will come, such as Sir Pauley, the leader of the textile industry in the southern region, Dr. Bashir who won the McCoy Award, and Mr. Evans who owns dozens of steel mills."

When she heard these people's names, she finally became interested.

"Oh? Are the people you mentioned, especially the last one, sure they will come?"

"Yes, some of them have already arrived."

Seeing that he had finally aroused the interest of this difficult lord, the baron hurriedly continued.

"I heard that the most distinguished guests were present, and several celebrities and scholars came from other cities just to see you and your companions."

He is really good at flattery, no wonder he can invite so many people.

"You talk too much, but you do your job well. Okay, you can go down now."

These words really worked for her, after all, she was a vain person.

"Thank you for your generous compliment. Please let me know when you are ready. I can't wait to see my humble little hall lit up by your presence."

But after saying these words, the baron did not leave, but stood there with his head down.

"Why are you still standing there? Haven't you finished talking?"

The baron coughed lightly and asked carefully, "Please allow me to ask one last question - is there any possibility that the most distinguished lady will be present at the scene?"

When the person in front of the baron heard this question, she almost got furious. She resisted the urge to scold him and said in a low voice: "This is not a question you can ask. Get lost..."

Looking at the baron's back as he left in a hurry, she turned around and began to ponder, not knowing what she was thinking about.