002, Invitation letter

Xiao Bao hugged her forehead, frightened by the idiot's cold eyes, and finally didn't dare to scream anymore. She shrank her body and took a step back, but when she saw the idiot pick up the newspaper and put it in the mailbox again, she hesitated for a moment, and finally plucked up the courage, reached out and grabbed the idiot's trouser legs.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhhh!"

Xue Tong opened her eyes and looked at Xiao Bao and sneered: "Hey, this girl really likes to help you. Although most of them are helping you too much."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The idiot's hand that stuffed the newspaper stopped. He lowered his head and looked down at the girl who was holding his trousers. After pondering for a moment, he handed the newspaper in his hand to her.

"Wow~~~!Wow~~~~~~!"

The fear on Xiao Bao's face was immediately replaced by cheers. She stretched out her two little hands and pinched the newspaper tightly. Then she turned around and ran to the mailbox over there, holding onto the newspaper, and standing on tiptoe...

"Woo...!Woo...!"

It seems... she seems to want to stuff the newspaper into her mailbox?

But because of her insufficient height, the little girl who was not self-aware was struggling to tiptoe and sighed at the mailbox that was one meter tall. But she didn't seem to have thought of giving up, and clasped her chin on the pillars of the mailbox, constantly arching it on the pillars of the mailbox under the newspaper. It seemed that she could arch herself up like those caterpillars.

Unfortunately, it seemed that God had destined that she could not climb a pole like a bug in her life. Her steps were unstable, and the little girl stumbled back a few steps and sat on the ground.

Her face turned red...

I guess the sitting just now made her butt hurt?

The idiot shook his head and walked slowly forward. Before the girl could sobb, she picked her up and handed it to the mailbox.

"Woo...woo?"

Xiaobread probably knew her incompetence, right? She turned her head and looked at the idiot, looking like she was afraid that he would be angry. The idiot always looked at her with that expression. After looking at each other for about three seconds, the little girl finally figured out that the idiot was not angry. The worry and fear on her face turned into excitement again, and stuffed the newspaper in her hand into the mailbox.

Finally, I took a few photos on the mailbox.

“Huhhh~~~!”

"Help" was completed. Xiaobao turned around and smiled at the idiot again. However, the idiot just shook his head, carried his bag on his back, and ran towards the next destination again. In front of the next mailbox, the idiot hugged the little girl again and asked her to stuff the newspaper in. Next, next...

Until, the last newspaper.

In a blink of an eye, it was already six o'clock. Now it was the busiest time for the tea restaurant. The store, which was already understaffed, was even more busy! The store manager personally lifted up his sleeves and fought hard with his fellow workers to fight the passenger flow, but he was still busy and had no time to care about anything else.

At this moment, a clerk inadvertently glanced at the wall clock on the wall and suddenly shouted: "Shopkeeper! It's already six o'clock!"

"Nonsense! Of course I know it's six o'clock!" The manager who was directing the pastry maker behind replied inadvertently.

"So what should I do with those newspapers? Are they all glowing?"

"……newspaper?!"

The shop manager with a mustache was stunned and immediately remembered that he had another side job that had not been completed! In fact, if you think about it carefully, he originally planned to send more than a dozen clerks to help deliver newspapers. After all, those more than a thousand copies are not a small amount! But when he got busy, he forgot about this matter! What should I do now? Just a child of thirteen or fourteen years old, of course it is impossible to deliver all the newspapers!

The store manager felt his scalp tingling, as if he had heard the "upper" send someone to chat with him. He probably must have come to talk to him about why he put the work arranged by the Empire aside and was busy with his own private business first? Is it important to be concerned about making money by himself, or is it more important to help the Empire do business?

According to common sense, you can earn less money, but the work you put down cannot be delayed. Moreover, this is not a long-term task. You can replenish your hands in about two or three weeks to let yourself unload your burden. But the problem is that your store is already full now, and some are not satisfied with the speed of serving. Do you want him to blow all these customers out? In this case, when the newspaper task is over, your small store will probably be "end".

"Oh shit!"

The store manager swung the towel in his hand on the chopping board and quickly ran towards the back of the store. He could already imagine that there were still newspapers piled up like hills. He was destined to be called by the above to have tea and chat!

open……

The store manager who was struggling inside saw a blank space.

The back hall, which was originally filled with newspapers, is now empty so comfortable. The manager rubbed his eyes and thought he was too anxious and misread. But after calming down, he still saw a lot of empty space...

"This... store manager?"

Some uneasy shop assistants also came here with the shop manager. Each of them lifted up their sleeves and prepared to do a big fight. But after seeing the empty space here, they also showed the same expression as the shop manager.

"I don't know...don't ask me..."

The manager rubbed his somewhat swollen temples and began to recall. Soon, he thought of the child. However, he couldn't believe that the child could actually distribute more than a thousand newspapers in just three hours. So, it was very likely that the child took the newspaper out and threw it away, and it was not delivered to the students and teachers at all!

At that moment, the store manager immediately sent a child with fast foot strength to ask the guests, and if he really didn't get the newspaper, he must apologize. Moreover, he had already booked to issue a task application to arrest the little beggar and then send it to the trial court for conviction!

But……

When the clerk came back, he said that everyone was very satisfied with the fact that no newspaper missed.

The night belongs to the stars.

Safety is darkness.

It was late at night and the people were quiet. The idiot put the sleepy bread on the bed and gently patted the skinless Duran tree that had destroyed the wooden house.

The leaves of Duran tree shyly once again shyly, while the idiot pushed open the twisted and deformed wooden door, jumped out of the room two meters above the ground, and landed steadily.

The chains roared, and while the darkness took advantage of the idiot's pace slowly moved to the glorious tower in the center of the college. He took the elevator to the top of the tower and pushed open the door of the principal's office. Behind the wide desk was Principal Campa who was reading documents and drinking red wine.

The only light on in the room was the one on the desk. The light was dim and it was impossible to illuminate other people here except Campa. The idiot was not disgusted with this environment, because the more dark the more places he could hide. He walked to the desk, stretched out his left hand, and spread it out.

"Six Inels."

Principal Campa has never looked at the idiot since the beginning. After the idiot reached out, he just casually took out six copper coins from the drawer and put them in the idiot's hand.

When he got paid, the idiot had no need to stay here. He turned around and wanted to leave, and Campa did not mean to keep him. The idiot walked to the front door, reached out and held the door handle...

"How much money have you saved."

Suddenly, a cold voice came from the dim light.

The idiot pressed the door handle and no answer.

"Well... According to my calculations, the money you spent on selling tickets last time should be about 600 Sura."

Finally, the idiot slowly turned around, staring at the old man under the dim light with cold eyes, alerting him.

The money was accumulated by him with great effort. The principal asked the idiot what he wanted to do with his deposit balance? Did he want to blackmail? Or blackmail?

Of course, Campa noticed the idiot's eyes. He just snorted, threw the document in his hand on the table, and drank the wine in his glass in one go.

"If this continues, when will you save up 1,000 Sura to buy Fire Agave? Moreover, it is not that you can treat the girl's throat by feeding the Fire Agave once. I said it before? This may just be 'partial effect'."

The idiot was waiting, he was waiting for Campa to explain clearly.

Campa changed into a more comfortable position and lay on the leather chair, continuing to maintain the sneer at the corner of his mouth. After waiting for a while, he pointed to the document that had just been thrown on the table, signaling that the idiot could take a look.

After thinking about it, the idiot walked up and picked up the document. I saw that the document was bound with gold-clad edging, which was completely different from the task briefings of the D-level tasks that idiots usually took over. Moreover, on the front of the document, a very neat line of very elegant words were written—

Invitation letter.

The idiot opened the document and read it. At the same time, Campa next to him turned his chair and looked at the night outside the floor-to-ceiling glass to explain-

"The Black Dragon Empire, a medium-sized empire with a land area of ​​about the size of the Bucks Empire. It is adjacent to the Bucks and has the Dead Desert as its border. Thirty years ago, it swore to become a fire with the Bucks, and local wars and aggression occurred from time to time."

"After the current King of Bucks ascended the throne, His Majesty finally reached an armistice agreement with the Black Dragon Empire through various means. They are all peaceful and form a good situation of peaceful coexistence."

The night outside the window was dark, and the idiot continued to look at the invitation, with Campa's commentary echoing in his ears.

"This spring is the 30th anniversary of the peace agreement reached by the two empires of the Bucks and the Black Dragon. To celebrate, Princess Garciardes, the current head of the Empire, sent this invitation letter to invite the ten best students from the strongest academy in the Bucks Empire to go to the Black Dragon Empire to have a friendly match with the ten students they sent."

"This game can be regarded as the prelude to the celebration of the 30-year peace agreement between the two countries. No matter who loses and who wins, it can become the foundation stone of friendship between the two sides. At that time, other Chinese personnel are welcome to visit the Black Dragon Empire and visit diplomatic envoys."
Chapter completed!