A small token made of maple wood, no more than the size of a child's palm, tied with a red silk ribbon, with a pair of virtual bee wings carved on it.
The Hive token was turned over and over in Xue Ling'er's hands, but she didn't ask what the token was for.
This is Bee Wing's certificate. Obtaining this token means that he has officially obtained Bee Wing's identity.
"Sister Ping, when will there be a mission?" Xue Ling'er asked respectfully in front of the woman wearing emerald green clothes.
This woman has black hair and green clothes, and has a delicate and beautiful appearance. At first glance, Xue Ling'er almost thought that the woman was her own age, but after a closer look, she could still see some traces of time on her face.
She is He Ping, the proprietress in Fang Bie's mouth, and she is also the Sister Ping he needs to call. She is not only the proprietress of Xiaohun Inn, but also the bee attractor for himself and Fang Bie.
According to the rules of the hive, bee stingers and bee wings are ultimately just tools for killing people. They are not qualified to contact the hive. All tasks and instructions are issued by the bee attractor.
He Ping tilted her head and looked at Xue Ling'er and smiled: "The mission will be there when it should be there."
"But before we start handing over tasks, we have more important things to do."
What could be more important than an assassin's mission?
Xue Ling'er didn't know it at first, but she soon found out.
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"I don't agree!" After listening to He Ping's explanation, Xue Ling'er's first reaction was this.
Are you kidding me?
She came to be an undercover assassin, not a waitress.
Yes, this is the more important thing He Ping said.
"For a normal inn, we need a cashier, a waiter, a cook, and a busboy." He Ping told Xue Ling'er at the table in the lobby.
"So we still need a boss lady, right?" Xue Ling'er replied.
"It's not wrong if you think so." He Ping tilted her head and smiled. Her smile was light. Not only did she smile without showing her teeth, but it also felt like she was just being polite: "Before you come, our side At present, I am the accountant and cook, rather than the waiter and handyman."
"I'm the accountant!" Xue Ling'er said firmly.
In order to enhance her persuasion, Xue Ling'er continued: "I can settle accounts, I can keep accounts, and I can also write well."
He Ping looked at Xue Linger: "Then I will be the cook?"
Xue Ling'er didn't dare to say a good word for a long time.
Accounting clerk is definitely the easiest job, but how can you be so embarrassed to compete with your immediate boss for such a job?
"But why do we have to open an inn?" Xue Ling'er finally asked, "Aren't we the assassins of the hive?"
"The assassins of the Beehive don't have to eat or drink?" He Ping looked at Xue Ling'er and asked: "Or do you think there are missions every day and we can kill people non-stop?"
Isn't that what assassins are like?
Come and go in the wind and fire, killing someone in ten steps every day and leaving no trace behind?
Xue Ling'er suddenly felt that she had some misunderstandings about the assassin.
"This Xiaohun Inn is also the intelligence fulcrum of the organization in Luo City. We are not only a carpenter bee of the organization, but also a hive of the organization." He Ping explained to Xue Ling'er calmly: "So we need to support ourselves. I also need a serious career to cover up others’ eyes.”
This is different from the world I imagined. Isn't a hero a profession in itself?
Is it possible that all the heroes secretly have another profession to support their families?
Isn’t it too disillusioning to think this way?
It's like knowing that the hero spent a lot of money in Yihongyuan with the money he earned from mopping other people's floors and settling scores and running darts.
Such a world would be too disillusioning.
"I'm a cook." Xue Ling bit her lip and said, "Although I don't know many dishes, I can learn."
Yes, take care of yourself as you come. Think about it carefully, why does being a cook sound better than being an assassin?
Is this the point of pretending to be a professional?
"Okay, let's allocate the monthly money first." He Ping nodded: "Don't work part-time as a waiter and a handyman, so I will take two monthly payments, a total of six silver coins."
"You are the cook, and the cook earns four cents a month. I am the accountant, and I earn four cents a month."
Saying this, He Ping took out a few broken pieces of silver from her sleeves, weighed them, and then pushed them one by one to the two people at the table.
Fang Bie answered in silence, but Xue Ling was in a daze for a moment as she weighed the fluttering silver in her hand.
When she was a young lady at home, she had a monthly allowance of two taels of silver as usual, and the New Year's money during festivals could earn her a small amount of one hundred taels. Even with Jin Yiwei's salary, she still had one hundred and twenty shi of corn a year, which is equivalent to two taels of silver. It's sixty taels of silver.
But then Xue Ling bowed on the table: "Sister Xie Ping."
"There's nothing to thank you for. There's no way to thank you for the money you earn through your own abilities." He Ping smiled lightly and said, "So from today on, we have decided on the division of labor. When there are tasks, we will not mention them for the time being. When there are no tasks, we will not mention them for the time being. Just do your own errands each, and the monthly payment will be paid monthly, which is the wages paid in advance."
As he was talking, he saw a snow-white pigeon fluttering into the courtyard of the inn. Then it poked its head and saw He Ping, then fluttered its wings and flew in, landing on He Ping's shoulder.
It cooed three times.
Xue Ling'er looked at the homing pigeon that was completely white, with only its eyes as red as blood. Such homing pigeons were worth a lot of money, and one could probably not be bought for twenty taels.
He Ping gently scratched the pigeon's chin, then took off the copper tube tied to the pigeon's foot, then grabbed a small handful of millet from his pocket, sprinkled it on the table, and the pigeon took it from He Ping. The shoulder jumped down and jumped onto the table to peck at the grains.
On the other side, He Ping opened the copper tube by herself. Inside was a piece of paper as thin as plain gauze. He Ping looked at herself, clicked her tongue, then rerolled it into a roll, pressed it on the table and pushed it to the center of the table. .
"It's better to come sooner than to come sooner."
"There have been no tasks for a month in a row."
"You've only been here two days and you have a new mission."
Xue Ling didn't move. Fang Bi reached out and took the piece of paper, unfolded it, took a look at it, then rerolled it and put it down.
He glanced sideways at Xue Ling.
Xue Ling nodded, reached for the thin piece of paper, and opened it.
But I saw it written in tiny characters:
"Xuanzihao mission.
Assassinate Ning Huaiyuan, a rebel disciple of Huashan Outer Sect.
Mission introduction: Ning Huaiyuan rebelled from Huashan by killing his comrades. He will pass through Luo City in three days. Please wait for an opportunity to assassinate him.
Mission reward: twenty assassin points and fifty taels of silver.
Also: According to the Huashan Sect, this disciple may be carrying a copy of the Zixia Magic Technique. "
