Vol 2 Chapter 1260: Settling in the house (part 1)

Unlike the Ereponia Empire's style of seeking centralization, the Kalvard Republic has always been willing to decentralize its local governance. Part of the reason is that the political ideals of the revolutionary pioneer Hina Delk and her subordinates are reflected in the constitution. The other part is that objectively, many ethnic minorities in Kalvard are accustomed to living in individual strongholds. The cities from this development also have their own characteristics, and it is natural for them to form their own style of management.
This is especially true for the urban agglomerations south of Kalvard. A large number of immigrants from the East, as well as a small number of ethnic minority aborigines in southern Karvard, have established many distinctive and multicultural cities here, and the port city of Lamport, known as the "Huangdu" is one of them. The most dazzling pearl. Although the last census of ten years ago showed that the population here was not as large as that of Clos Bell, but there are many news that the latest, most recent census, Lamport replaced Clos Bell and became Cisse. Mulia’s third largest city is already a certainty.
For Marconi, in a city with such a splendid and rich nightlife, it is really sad that he can't enjoy it at will. But the warning from his employer is still vivid. Marconi knows that he can move freely now, and in a sense it all depends on this nobleman. If he messes up what he has given him, he is afraid that he will be arrested again. Back in prison, he will never stand up-knowing his master's magical powers, Marconi, who is exceptionally talented, doesn't even dare to think about how he can escape.
What's more, even if there is no such relationship, the fact that this city is the headquarters of "Black Moon" can't help him carelessly. Although "Rubacher" is gone, but I have been enemies with "Black Moon" for many years, I am afraid that I won't get any good winks in this city. In the restaurant of the Oriental-style luxury hotel "Kowloon Hotel" in which "Black Moon" is the largest shareholder and investor, Marconi is a little nervously waiting for the person who should have met here with him.
What I have to do...Although it should be regarded as justice for the time being in the opinion of most ordinary people, it is still in a gray area legally after all. Therefore, asking the guerrillas is absolutely unworkable. But as a last resort, he didn’t really want to use his contacts in the Mafia world—unlike the Empire, Kalvard’s Mafia was more cruel and unscrupulous. God knows the hidden darkness of Edith in the capital. How many demons and ghosts are hidden in the "13 Districts"-just dealing with them is enough to cause headaches.
Thinking about it, it’s the first step in your own career. Maybe it’s not bad to just consider the suggestion made by Mrs. Imelda—the so-called "House of Everything" has recently appeared in the Republic, which is specially adapted to deal with some of this kind of gray. industry. With a sense of anxiety, I tried to contact that firm, and paid a very expensive deposit in advance, finally persuading the other party to come to this city with the least supervision by the government of the Republic. Marconi knew that if he went to the other party's capital, Edith, he might be arrested and investigated by the Republican police. As long as he is not found by "Black Moon" in this city, everything is easy to say.
After eating the second sweet corn pudding, Marconi began to feel nervous. Two hours have passed since the agreed time...The person still didn't show up. Did you let the pigeons go, or did something unexpected happen to the other side? In the worst case... he didn't think the content of his commission was very suspicious, but instead reported to the police instead?
Just when Marconi didn't know what to do, a figure finally appeared at the elevator entrance of the restaurant—a young man with long bangs and dark blue black hair. He looked around in the empty dining room, stared at himself immediately, and walked slowly. That's probably it... Marconi thought so.
As the opponent slowly approached, Marconi was able to observe the visitor more closely. He was wearing a cobalt blue jacket with a cardigan collar and leather patches on the shoulders. The cuffs were slightly rolled up rebelliously, revealing the red band he was wearing on his left wrist. The lower body is a pair of black trousers, paired with blue-gray loafers, and the belt is a straight tie and the other is hanging diagonally. In addition, a small earring can be seen on his right ear.
At first glance, the visitors in front of him are in their early twenties. But he gave people a feeling of vicissitudes of life...It is estimated that this man is often misunderstood as an older age. Marconi thought so.
"Are you just Mr. DuPont Malik who wants to meet me?" The young man seemed to notice that he was looking at him, frowned slightly, but did not happen, but sat naturally in the seat opposite to him, and at the same time it was not easy to notice. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the sweet corn pudding that he had eaten. Marconi was stunned for a moment, only then did he remember that the other party was calling his own pseudonym, and quickly responded.
"Yes... However, it has been a long time since the agreed time." Marconi reminded euphemistically.
"Oh... yes. I'm sorry... no way, the bus was late." The other party folded his hands and expressed apologize, "This rarely happens in Kalvard."
"Don't you have your own car?" Marconi asked curiously. According to his idea, this kind of work must go north and south all day, and it should have its own means of transportation, right?
"I'm saving money to buy it." When he mentioned the car, the young man's eyes flashed again, no less than what he looked like when he saw the dessert just now, "Speaking of which, the car I saw in the parking lot outside just now …The black business car produced by "ZCF", shouldn’t it be yours? "
"No... I have never driven a "ZCF" car. Marconi shook his head, "I used to drive the "Gray Tiger" series produced by "RF"..."
"That car is very handsome, but it's expensive." The young man interrupted Marconi's words with exclamation. "The "Grey Tiger" series...the cheapest seems to sell for 2 million mils...what is your job? Coming? "
"Um...cough cough. These things can be talked about slowly. Now, can we talk about the thing I mentioned in the email first?"
"Oh... I'm sorry. It's rare that one of my employers would be interested in cars..." After the other party heard this, he realized that he was not here for small talk, "My name is Vann Aclede, from Edith" "Inside the room", the director of the Aclyde firm. It used to be a mobile job, and only recently settled there. This is a business card. "
"Oh...oh..." Marconi took the well-designed business card in front of him with a surprised look, amazed at how quickly the young man changed his attitude. His sly eyes rolled for a moment, reminiscent of certain actions of the visitor just now, and his flattering nature began to appear-he picked up the menu at hand and turned to the dessert page.
"Since I just rushed here, let's eat something sweet to regain your strength. The desserts in this shop are pretty good. Order whatever you like. I'll treat you."
Immediately, he was satisfied to see the unconcealed expectation and brilliance in the eyes of the visitors.