The storm loomed over the boundless sea. From a distance, the mottled merchant ships traveling back and forth appeared slightly blurry, with only little black shadows moving faintly.
The sound of steam turbines was carried along with the strong sea breeze mixed with the smell of fish. Things such as pulleys and iron ropes assembled on the dock were running back and forth, making a constant creaking sound.
"Poseidon is above, may you always have a smooth sailing journey!"
Jack faced the distant northern sea level, the direction where High Priest Viatu had left. He raised his left hand high as if holding a halberd, and responded with the standard ceremonial gesture of the Poseidon Church.
It wasn't until five or six minutes passed that the terrifying aura of Bishop Cloud completely dissipated from the sky, then he put down his hand and took out the ancient relic in the shape of a black gold coin from his arms.
This gold coin is engraved with complex ancient patterns that even look more complicated than the incantations recorded in the Poseidon Ability Knowledge.
Fortunately, he is a clergyman. If he were an ordinary person without any extraordinary abilities, he would probably encounter something bad just by looking at him.
This kind of ancient relic that has not been contained and supervised is different from the relics passed down from a large family.
The former is like a small time bomb, full of uncertainty, while the latter has a certain affinity and will not drive people crazy and degenerate at will.
Rubbing the patterned surface of the black gold coin, Jack recalled the words she said that sounded a little incomprehensible when he took out the gold coin and handed it to the high priest Viatu.
What does it mean that the mysterious power in this relic has been lost and its greatest hidden value has been lost?
That's not right. When I got this black gold coin, I didn't touch anything. How could it be said that it was just lost?
And what about the incongruities and gifts of fate mentioned?
High Priest Viatu seems to say that I am the same as she was when she was young. This...can this be the same? If I remember correctly, she was a lucky person blessed by the oracle sent down by Poseidon himself.
As his thoughts flashed, Jack put on his black three-cornered hat again. He stood on the deck with only a few sailors and looked at the pier directly in front. Then he stepped up and walked down the buoyant ladder, starting to go to the "Pioneering City" of the Black Forest Islands. Poseidon Church in Gresham, a temporary report...
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Faslanka, Mink Street 1, Yulda Housing Registry.
Yolda, which means replacement, adjustment, etc. in Ghent, is one of the five major replacement housing agencies in Faslanka and is also the designated place for Frank apartment rentals and exchanges.
This is different from ordinary housing improvement companies. The former rents new houses, while the latter spends or reduces a certain amount of money to adjust the residence when it is already rented. There is an essential difference between the two.
In a fairly spacious hall, the person in charge of receiving them was a middle-aged woman wearing a black strapless dress. She had deep eye sockets, a slightly flat nose, some freckles on her face, but her lips were very plump. It gives people an exotic feel.
"Good morning, sir, madam."
While saying hello, she glanced at the Weinerson family. From their clothes to their appearance, the bright smile on her face soon dimmed and disappeared, and her attitude seemed quite cold.
"I'm the receptionist Lukashi. I wonder what kind of houses you need to replace?"
Hey, isn't it? Are you too snobbish?
When I came in just now, I saw you flirting with a rich old man with gray hair, and he even touched your butt.
Weinerson complained in his heart, then he looked at Mies, raised his chin and pointed, indicating that he would answer.
Gropius still couldn't be allowed to speak. The receptionist's behavior just now was clearly seen. He would definitely mock him from the side. It was very likely that he would be kicked out by the security guards before the house could be replaced.
Mies quickly understood Weinerson's eyes. He took a step forward and said very directly:
"Hello Ms. Lukashi, we need to replace the townhouse at 31 Mink Street. This is what Mr. Frank requested. You should have received the information here."
"Mr. Frank asked for it? You, you can't be Mr. Mies van der Rohe, right?"
"That's right, I'm Miss. Oh, I'm sorry, my memory may be a bit poor. Miss Lukashi, have you known me before?" Miss took off the half-top hat on her head, revealing short brown hair, and he asked with some confusion.
It is indeed Mr. Mies, so the person standing behind him in a white complicated dress is Miss Irene, the one on the left is Mr. Gropius, and the one with a slightly melancholy temperament on the right is Mr. Weinersen.
Huh... I almost lost my job. Fortunately, I just asked.
Lukashi immediately changed her attitude. She bowed slightly to the four of them and saluted, then her eyes curved into crescent shapes, and the corners of her plump mouth turned up and she said:
"Please forgive me for my attitude just now. I'm sorry, I didn't know you were Mr. Mies. Regarding the house replacement, we received the contract authorization from Mr. Frank yesterday. The previous townhouse rental has now been replaced by Mr. Frank. It has become a single-family house with a separate bathroom and a complete set of furniture. In addition to paying for gas, the replacement fee includes the rental fee, and the total price is about 15 gold pounds and 12 farthings per year."
"Fifteen pounds 12 a year?"
Weinerson, Mies, Gropius and Irene all spoke at the same time, even doubting their ears and wondering if they heard wrong.
"My crimson god, this...this, Mr. Frank is too generous? The annual rent for a single-family house is at least 30 to 40 pounds, not counting furniture damage and other expenses." Irene Still couldn't help but sigh.
"Yes, Mr. Frank's generosity makes me a little bit unbelievable. This is completely a loss for our family to live in, but why is he so generous to us?"
While Mies was praising her, she also murmured doubtfully in her heart. Is it just because Weinerson got into college? Knowing that it is not easy for our family to support college students, why do we generously help?
"Maybe there are other reasons that we don't know. Miss, you are too idealistic. You must know that nothing in this world happens without a reason."
Gropius said something casually beside him. He put his hands in his gray trouser pockets and stared at the carriages and pedestrians coming and going outside the door. There was a subtle reminder in his words.
Gropius was very smart, he was right, and I probably knew what was going on.
There are only two situations now. The first one is my guess, in which case all the generosity can be explained. The second one is a sign of danger. I can't be sure which one it is yet, but it is the third one. Most of the possibilities are one.
Weinerson thought for a few words in his heart, and then brought his thoughts back to last night, when he saw the man in black robe and hood behind Joseph Paxton. Although his facial features could not be clearly seen, his back and posture were... It is slowly overlapping with the landlord in my memory.
St. Honavitch's Church, Night Watch!
Lukashi looked at the expressions of the Vandello family, and she felt a little confused. Under normal circumstances, shouldn't they already know the type of room to be replaced? Why do you act so surprised, as if you just understood.
"Sorry to excuse you, Mr. Mies, Miss Irene, can we choose the house now?"
Although she was very curious in her heart, she still kept her mouth shut and did not ask.
It is the most basic professional quality of a receptionist not to inquire about customers' private affairs, except of course for wealthy single gentlemen.
"Mr. Frank has ordered that the single-family houses be located at the junction of Mink Street and Artisan Street. He recommended Artisan Street. The area there is undoubtedly much more prosperous in comparison, and the rooms are also very spacious. It is very suitable for a family of four to live in. Mr. Mies, Miss Irene, you still need to choose the specific house by yourself. I will only make a supplementary explanation here."
Lukashi quickly walked to the counter, took out the property document from the drawer inside, and then came back and pushed it to Mies, Irene, Gropius and Weinerson.
After browsing it roughly, the four siblings immediately looked at each other and pointed at a certain location on the property document.
"The replacement of a single-family house here is 15 gold pounds and 12 farthings?"
"Yes, as long as it is in the Waltz District and at the junction of Mink Street and Artisan Street, the price is 15 pounds 12 far."
"Then let's look at the single-family house at No. 6 Mink Street first, with a large balcony. This house is not rented out, right?" Weinerson said at this time, and Mies, Gropius and Irene nodded.
Although it is said to be the junction of Mink Street and Artisan Street, the area above is indeed extremely large. There are single-family houses on both streets, and most of it is already considered the area of Artisan Street.
It's on Mink Street. Anyway, we have lived on this street for 3 years, so we have quite a relationship.
Weinerson murmured to himself silently, and just when he was about to ask the receptionist, Miss Lukashi, to lead the way to his new residence, a faint illusory whisper echoed in his ears... ...
