My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 409: Guerrilla Association (Bottom)

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“Eh, is this the guerrilla guild?” As soon as Keiral entered the door, he began to observe in detail. The two task boards in front of the door stood directly in front of the door, allowing the guerrillas to see the task as soon as they entered the door or familiarize the average release person with how to publish the task, followed by the task reception desk. This place was well planned. Even if the four of them came in together, it didn't feel very crowded. After bypassing the release version of the task, it was a very empty hall. To be honest, the other party would be able to format this hall into such a large image without losing their loved ones. Is it really... there a high point?

“Estelle, isn't the guerrilla club's office the same as here?” Kerall nodded Estelle: “Well, it's all about that, isn't it, Joshua?” Turning her head, she has a poor memory and is not overly attentive to the details, although her style always follows her instincts before she begs for proof.

“Well, it's almost always like this.” Nor did Joshua think much of it, as had been said before, and Keiral has not so far overturned his argument, in other words Joshua has not yet truly responded to Keiral as a threat, and there is nothing wrong with words and talks.

“Oh, that's interesting.” The four of us bypassed the task board, and Kerall looked at the place and sat on the chair next to Mikasa, while Estelle and Joshua took the assignment.

But there was no one in front of the counter.

“Are you going to dinner?” Kerall warned kindly, but the two newcomers were upset: "Ah... how long would it take to wait for dinner? ”

Half an hour, or an hour? Whoever eats slowly may have a cup of tea.

“May I ask, is there a golden replacement for Mira here in Louanne?” Kerall speaks of banks, but in order to avoid making himself look like a crosser, Kerall uses an institutional term.

“I don't know. It's my first time in Louanne.” As a guerrilla, Estelle has nothing to hide.

“Well, do you have a home?” Kerall continued to ask.

“Our hometown of Lorraine... doesn't seem to have a similar institution.” Joshua smiled and said, "Why don't you try Mira at the guerrilla association, Mr. Kellar? ”

“The guerrilla association also has this feature?” With a slight frown, Kerall finds it a little tricky, the guerrilla association, a little huge and huge.

Banks.

Capitalist monster.

Apart from the socialist countries, no “democratic” society can control the monster.

Even the strongest United States of America in the world, having granted its printing rights to the "private enterprise" Fed, the capitalist monster of the bank began joining forces with Wall Street to hide all those who dared to mention their names.

Their existence is like Voldemort's in the Harry Potter novel, and mere mention of a name is deeply frightening, and they are in no way prepared to speak of cold violence.

They are a collection of interests, the tentacles of capital, no country on the planet but the Red Rabbit family dared to attack the capitalist monster, the German Jonker consortium tried to expel the monster from its own country, so both world wars started in Germany!

A little tricky, but Kerall didn't think too scared.

Playing capital, playing with him?

Oh, just a smile.

“Coming, coming.” As we were talking, we forgot that there was actually a second floor up there.

Everyone was relieved to see the young man coming down from the second floor.

This guy, what are you doing up there?

“Hello, we are guerrillas from Lorraine, come here to report, so can you give us a certificate?” Joshua's words surprised Kerall little by surprise. I didn't expect guerrillas to have such tight rules and regulations. Shh, this organization.

Was it good or evil? The light in Kerall's eyes flashed.

“Ah!" he exclaimed in surprise, hurrying from Estelle and Joshua to the back of the counter: "It's so good to have you here these days when you're short of people! ”

“What's wrong?” Joshua wonders whether guerrilla clubs are generally understaffed in several ways - large tasks, such as missing airships they encountered some time ago, followed by more dangerous warcraft hunting, which leads to shortages of guerrilla clubs, and finally, what large activities require a large number of guerrillas to maintain order.

The Magic Continental Army and the police have not been distinguished yet, but it is too much trouble to let hard-boiled soldiers do police work for their own people, even causing all kinds of friction, so guerrillas are invited as order keepers.

The raison d 'être.

Guerrillas are often stronger than ordinary soldiers and often assist ordinary people in their tasks and have a high degree of affinity, coupled with their own order and norms of the guerrilla guild.

So even local governments often hand over police work to guerrillas.

For example, apprehending a more powerful wanted person, or preserving certain large-scale activities.

Maintaining police equipment is too much trouble and expensive. No guerrillas can use it, can't they?

“Well, the Royal College of Janice recently hosted a college celebration, because it took three days and invited the whole city to participate, so we at the Lou Ann Guerrillas Guild couldn't get any help, there were a lot of unresolved tasks, it was really nice of you to come.” The other spoken with gratitude.

“Oh, oh!” Estelle felt like she needed it, and suddenly had a happy look, and she looked very proud.

Joshua sighed softly, and now she's busy again?

“Well, I'm going to stamp you. In the meantime, you're from the Louanne Guerrillas Guild. Please give me more instructions... Um, Joshua, Estelle.” He laughed and picked up the guerrilla badge for the two of them and stamped it on the file somewhere: “I'm John from the Louanne Guerrilla Association. Can I help you? ”

“Yes, Mr. John.” Estelle toasted a military ceremony that made everyone laugh even though it wasn't neat.

“Mr. John, is it?” Kerall stood up from the chair next to him and asked.

“Oh, hello Guest, what do you call it and what task do you want to post?” This John had some embarrassment in bowing to Keiral, after all the guerrilla association was an internal matter of the association, and if the hospitality was bad for Keiral, then it was obviously an external disrespect.

“Hello, Mr. John, it's Keiral.” Kerall said softly with a half-bowning ceremony.

A sense of elegance and oil came alive, and Joshua became more certain that Keiral was a royal family, and that this guy's etiquette, even to ordinary people, was completely unbroken.

But I wonder if this illusion Kerall gave him the impression on purpose.

Smart people's brains, hardest to guess!

“Yeah, I was wondering if I could get some gold for Mila at the market price.” Kerall put the gold in his pocket in front of him and asked.

“Ah, so many?” John opened the bag and looked at the six pieces of gold in it and picked them up and weighed them up. Whether they were colored, weighed or... He pressed gently and strangled the nails raw into the gold. No mistake, the gold was soft. It was indeed gold with a very high content. (If you put a bite in your mouth in a TV show, you can be sure it's gold. If there's a toothmark, it's not. Which book is this infarction from?

“We have a few questions about cash here, can you accept 3 pieces of gold - of course, if you can accept waiting a day, we will definitely have enough cash for you this time tomorrow.” Kerall was amazed at what they said.

This man, he's really good.

Or a hero among the civilians? Louanne alone has such a wonderful director, Kerall smiles, the guerrilla association, and is getting interested in you.

“Well,” Kerall retrieved three of them and placed the other three on the table: "Can you redeem the three below? By this time tomorrow, I have about $10 worth of gold to convert into cash. ”

“Ten dollars?!” Surprised: “I see. So why don't you come back this time tomorrow? ”

He drilled under the table and took out a pile of money, all for a thousand dollars.

“This is 200,000 meters, please take a look.” The other side said respectfully.

Kerall had counted it once with his finger.

Put the note in his arms, and Kerall nodded softly and smiled, “I get it, then we'll see each other this time tomorrow. ”

“By the way, where should I go if I want to buy some magic supplies?” Kerall, as if he remembered something, turned around and asked,

“Magic supplies? Are you talking about the Magic Monitor? If it's a Magic Monitor, you can go through the back door of the shop, where there's a path that leads directly to the Magic Monitor Gate. Oh, it's sure to sell what you want.” John laughed and said that he seemed to have perceived Keiral's identity, but just kept it to himself as an example. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)