Sword and Magic and Taxi

Put the left side of the flag down a little. I'm so short, I can tell the two sides are misaligned. I don't know how you do your job.

Tyrion shook his head, walked under the construction worker's ladder, raised the key to open the door, then walked in and closed the door gently. There is a large piece of frosted glass on this wooden door, and the black ink on it has not completely dried. The words debt must be repaid comprehensive office and the word action are flowing downwards with longer and longer black marks. It seems that it has been mentioned. Leon will never lack these two things in the future.

This is Room 313 of the Continental Hotel, located on the third and fourth floors, which are barely considered office buildings. Some groups of superpowers formed by spontaneity and nonsense gathered here to work together, renting rooms like playing checkers, and kept making noises every day. Tyrion also rented such a room. His neighbor on one side was the Field Medical Team and on the other side was the gable.

The room in the deepest part of the corridor is the most expensive because it is likely to be least affected. Although the Continental Hotel, as an affiliated demiplane, has a unique world rule that buildings and furniture can always repair themselves and any damage can be restored within a day, this magical power does not extend to the guests. Tyrion feels that because he is small, he is often unconsciously ignored by the two parties in conflict, and thus gets involved in various accidental troubles. So I spent a little more money and rented this safer place.

Unexpectedly, the door of this house is facing the stairwell, so it is actually very convenient to go up and down, which is an unexpected bonus. It's a pity that this harvest can't bring business. Tyrion's main job here every day is to read books, read newspapers, collect intelligence, and check his mobile phone.

Tyrion moved a chair and placed it in front of the cabinet, then climbed up and took down the bottle and cup from the height, and then slowly climbed down. With a glass of red wine, a plate of biscuits, a mobile phone, and a large comfortable sofa, you can spend a relaxing and comfortable day. He poured himself wine as usual, took a sip, adjusted his posture, and turned on his phone.

Pfft! Tyrion squirted all at once, dark red wine mixed with saliva rolling on the floor. The news of the meeting of detached people will of course be the front page headline. The news that all eight votes passed (finally) shows the importance of the matter. The following news report that the earth's original world and all affiliated worlds will be scanned at any time is unprecedented.

The fewer words, the bigger the story. The entire press release only mentioned the unanimous vote and the scanning of the earth, but did not say at all why. Tyrion scratched his head and thought carefully about what had happened in the past two days, but he couldn't figure it out at all. Except for the return of the Dragon King, the Lord opening up the barrier between the two earths, and the establishment of the Personnel and Goods Port Administration on the back of the moon, the rest are all trivial matters. The detached ones want to scan the entire world. What are they looking for? Is there anything that can make them collectively show tension?

Either Nakoth, or a great treasure, or a great treasure guarded by Nakoth. Tyrion looked at the news and raised the half-full cup, Your Majesty the Dragon King, congratulations on your first time. vote!

Before he even put the cup to his lips, the phone on the table rang, tinkling, tinkling, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle. Tyrion missed the flying pigeons that used to deliver messages. The pigeons carefully trained by the maesters would not keep chirping. He threw the phone aside, put down the cup, and used his telekinesis to pull the phone to his ear.

Hey, Tyrion, it's good that you're here. Room 313, right? I'll be there soon. Zhao Mai's voice came from the receiver, mixed with the clear and sweet sound of the doorbell. Tyrion was familiar with the sound because he heard it every time he entered or left the main entrance of the Continental.

Oh, there's such a mess at your door. Why are there two groups of people fighting? Aren't fighting allowed inside the Continental Hotel? Then Zhao Mai's voice became slightly lower, but Tyrion could still hear it clearly. Excuse me, please give in. Don't get hurt. Don't get hurt...

I'll wait for you at the door of 313! The little devil shouted into the microphone and then buttoned it up. Anyway, according to Zhao Mai's strong hearing, he would definitely not miss this sentence. Pushing the door open, Tyrion actually forgot that there were builders and ladders at the door! Seeing a shadow coming over him, Tyrion quickly raised his hands and used his psychic powers as a buffer.

The collision did not occur. The fallen worker and his ladder all stopped in mid-air, their whole bodies frozen, and only one pair of eyes looked left and right. Tyrion looked towards the other end of the corridor. The dozen or so neighbors who had been noisy and fighting were all immobilized, their bodies stiff and helpless, floating in the air like balloons. The only thing they could do was to watch the instigator of all this slowly walk between them - if they accidentally blocked the way, they would be poked aside by his hand.

That person is Zhao Mai.

Every debt must be repaid by the Comprehensive Office? Are you still thinking about your family's motto: If a Lannister has a debt, he must pay it back!

Our family's symbol is the lion, and our motto is Hear my roar! Debts must be repaid and shit turned into gold are legends formed outside because our family is rich. Tyrion touched the old scar on his face and reminded himself Don't be nervous or impulsive, little people must be extra cautious. You came all the way to see me?

Of course, isn't this obvious? Zhao Mai shook his finger, and all the people immobilized by the psychic powers floated away to the other end of the corridor, and then were released one by one. They had obviously abandoned their prejudices against each other and quickly reached a consensus to leave with unprecedented tacit understanding and efficiency. Being able to immobilize everyone in an instant, and also being able to break everyone's necks in an instant, this kind of madman should be left to the poor dwarf!

I've been quite miserable lately. I originally wanted to give myself a holiday, but the wind stopped blowing and I got involved in a big incident again. In fact, this is not the first time I've saved the world. I'm pretty familiar with it anyway. It's really sad. The only thing I saw was that I looked left and right, and Tyrion Lannister was missing. How could this work? I knew I would be tricked if I lacked brains! So I came up with the best idea.

The little devil tried hard to keep his facial muscles serious (stiff), and controlled his voice and said: What a good idea, I'm all ears.

I just thought, I have to come to Tyrion, say something nice, and ask him to help me again. Of course, this has to start with admitting my mistake. I did not expect that the will of the world would entangle me, and I also miscalculated It’s difficult to give yourself a big vacation. Of course, the biggest mistake is not to keep the little devil for nothing. To say the least, you should keep him for a while, and you shouldn’t let him go in such a hurry. Of course, I thought about it afterwards, and I may have been influenced by the will of the world when I let him go, because even the original earth is afraid of Tyrion's wisdom, and this little man can always persuade me, which is not good for the will of the world. Good to start.

Zhao Mai chuckled and put on a scoundrel look: In case the plan just now doesn't succeed, I have also prepared two backup plans. One is to pay hard to take over the entire office and buy an office first. Let’s talk about it in a hundred years. The other plan is to rob people. Anyway, if I plan to rob people, I can only resist or save people on the entire planet. In short, I will take care of this lion.”

But... Zhao Mai finally said: If possible, don't let me leave a history of stealing men, okay?