"A glass of juice. Kasia said politely, looking around, the unpretentious tavern, the retro décor with a soothing taste.

Walking in a quiet corner with a cup and sitting down, Kasia naturally took a few sips, raised his hand to look at the time, it was already a minute or two past the agreed time. Looking outside, there were no limousines on the road. Just as Kasia turned her head to look at the staircase that led to the second floor, the sound of footsteps led down with two capable bartenders, pale gray long-sleeved clothes, with a white apron in front of them, and the words of the tavern's name.

The two nodded at Kasia and gestured to go upstairs.

His face remained unchanged, and Kasia picked up the juice and followed the two up to the second floor. The decoration is similar to that of the first floor, and at the table against the window, there is a middle-aged man of about forty or fifty years old, with dark hair, and his natural expression does not show any characteristics that match his age, full of vitality and vitality. On the table was a black box, and a crutch of the same pitch black was placed aside, the curved end of which was very smooth from constant friction.

It was wooden, and Kasia recognized the surface material. As the footsteps approached, the slender stabbing variant hidden in it gradually appeared in the form of a physical entity. "It's not like the Hill family. Comparing Eli and Hack, Cassie did not find the same special recipe between the two. It's more like a very prestigious elder in the family, which can be seen from the respectful attitude of the few people next to him.

The two men who were with him stopped Kasia and found a revolver and a dagger and placed them next to the black box. Kasia smiled and walked straight forward.

"Hello, Mr. Cynoselis. Cassia sat down as he said hello, and the collector Xenoselis looked at him, his eyes clearer than he had imagined, full of energy.

"Hello, Mr. Tuxos. Cynoselis nodded, "I'm very sorry for letting you come to this remote place, you have already made a bad impression on me before, I sincerely want to trade with you, but the people sent are indeed too businesslike." I couldn't bear what happened afterward. It's just that trading objects is my cherished art, and I really want to see his next successor for myself, and I don't want such a work to fall into the hands of someone who is not worthy of his status. ”

"Mr. Tuxos, you probably know what I mean. For those of you who are also interested in these strange things, I think there must be a lot of common language between us, and at times, the same mood. ”

Synoselis picked up the delicate revolver, opened the drum with a "ding", and looked at the bullet wrapped in a copper cartridge case with wistful eyes.

"From a young age, I was fascinated by the bronze islands floating among the clouds, the strange sound of fallen leaves in the wind, the deep underwater shadows that fishermen were in awe、、、 and the ancient civilizations that had existed in the cracks for a long time. I fantasize about what the continent would be like at that time, whether human beings at that time were like us, relying on steam to drive steel machines, and exploring the unknown world around them little by little. ”

Synoselis took out the bullets from the drum one by one and arranged them between him and Kasia: "Perhaps it is because of this bloodline, my father, my grandfather, and finally me. A small branch, no one expected that it would become this scale under the fermentation of time. Of course, time has changed us a lot, but the interest in the unknown has never deteriorated. ”

"I don't know what you think, Mr. Tusos. As he spoke, Cynoselis picked up his short sword and gently pushed it against the lined up bullets, and with a crisp clatter, six bullets rolled and scattered on the table. Xenoselis grabbed one and aimed the tip of the bullet at himself, the bottom shell with the white ring printed on it aimed at Kasia, "I have lived for a long time, and you must know it with Mr. Tusos with such a high-quality bullet. I continue to rely on money and power to gather a lot of things, and the more I explore, the more I feel how small I was a long time ago. But there is also a reward, which is what many people pursue all their lives, and it is not unreasonable to see it as an instinct that they have not discovered. ”

"Mr. Tussos has the same curiosity about these things as I do, and when I transfer the things I cherish to someone who is the same as myself, I always share my joyful feelings, like a child, and let me feel like I was younger. ”

Kasia took a bullet pushed by Synoselis and held it in the palm of his hand: "I'm just a researcher interested in history. If I only explore this aspect, I have a lot of interest and time. ”

Xenoselis smiled: "When did the historical researcher in the empire become Mr. Tusos, I am very curious. Or, Mr. Tussos, how much do you know about the Records of Ancient Ruins, or how much do you know about his author, Perkins Chilis?"

Without waiting for an answer, Cynoselis continued his words, his eyes narrowed as he looked at Kasia: "There are not many people in the empire who know about these books, and the original intention was not to spread them in an independent circle. Even those who knew about them, such as some nobles, some merchants, and some people engaged in historical research, most of them used them to enrich their faces, or to fantasize about them as books in their leisure time, and to pass the time. As for the content, there aren't many people who really have researched it. There are very few like you, Mr. Tuxos. ”

Seeing that Cassia was still tightly closed, Xenoselis picked up his glass and took a sip of wine. At this moment, the female bartender downstairs came up, dragged the plates, and placed them in front of Kasia and Xenoselis in a beautiful posture.

Putting away the plates, the bartender stood aside with light steps.

Xenoselis said thank you, and his eyes shone over Kasia: "So I cherish this opportunity, I think that there will be some kind of special thing in people who are interested in these things, and the right time and the right thing can inspire power." True history never lies, and it guides some of those who inquire into it. The voice dragged on as if it were the cipher language that started the machine, and Kasia's brain made the judgment.

Upon entering the tavern, Cassia's body senses let him know that the scent was mixed with something similar to hallucinogen, and whether the juice was also available, Kasia was unsure. Even if there were, neither of the two seemed to be at the standard level that his body could tolerate.

"Let's talk about the deal first. Kasia looked at Xenoselis earnestly. No matter how you say it, the middle-aged man in front of him doesn't seem to have any intention of saying what he really thinks.