13 Mink Street

"Sir, please give me the car keys." The waiter standing on the side of the road smiled and held out his hand.

"No, please tell me where the parking space is."

"Turn right ahead and go in."

"OK, thanks."

Karen pulled out a 10-real bill and put it in the waiter's hand.

"Thank you for your generosity, sir."

After parking the car, Karen walked back.

At the door, there are staff members checking the invitation letter. Here will be held Venn... no, it is the most high-end fashion show in the entire Maclay-language cultural circle, and only real celebrities are eligible to be invited in.

When Karen was picking up the invitation letter, the staff directly said "please" to Karen:

"Sir, please come in."

Obviously, the staff read people, and not everyone needs to be checked, because some people have the image of celebrities.

"Thanks."

Karen thanked him, but as soon as he took two steps forward, the staff who let him in earlier called out to Karen:

"Sir, I still have to check your invitation letter."

"OK."

Karen took out the invitation letter and handed it to him.

After the inspection, the staff apologized to Karen: "I'm sorry, sir, please come in."

"Why?"

"Because you just said thank you to me." The staff member said embarrassedly, "It's my fault."

"It's okay, I will do it next time."

"Have a nice evening, sir."

Karen walked in, and in front of the show was a banquet hall, where many upper-class people drank drinks and chatted, and many well-known male and female stars were interspersed in it, each laughing and talking cautiously and humbly.

The reporters who got the invitation letter dutifully and politely pressed the shutter to shoot around.

These are very professional journalists, they only shoot celebrities, and they don't take photos of big shots who are intimate with male and female stars and who are married.

Karen chose a larger glass and filled it with ice cubes.

A lady came over, took the initiative to pick up a bottle of lemonade and asked, "Do you need my help?"

"no thanks."

Karen took the water and added it himself. He didn't like the extra taste.

"Which film and television company do you belong to?"

"I'm not."

"That's a pity. Are you interested in developing into the film and television industry?"

"I don't have the energy for now."

The lady mistakenly thought Karen meant that there was no chance, so she covered her mouth with a smile and said, "I can provide an opportunity. I just got a good script recently. It's about a tragic love story on a cruise ship. Are you interested?"

"I don't like tragedies much, ma'am."

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Maybe it's because I'm not old enough to appreciate this beauty."

"It's okay, you can be appreciated by others." The lady's hand slowly touched the back of Karen's hand.

Karen left with a glass of ice water, not giving her the chance.

The lady said to Karen's back, "Perhaps, you still don't know who I am."

Karen ignored her and walked to a corner of the show and sat down.

After a while, the fashion show started. With the sound of background music, the models came out and began to show their figures and clothes. The atmosphere was very lively.

Karen quietly watched the whole show below, and then stood up and walked backstage.

Unexpectedly, I saw the lady here again, and the lady raised her eyebrows at Karen.

"Honey."

A clear voice came, and Eunice rejected the reporter who was going to conduct the next interview, and walked towards Karen.

The Allen family is the organizer behind this fashion show. Even when the position in the church circle is weakest, the family has a very high influence in secular business, especially in Wayne.

When Karen left Allen Manor and moved into York City, the first second-hand house she bought was the apartment real estate owned by the Allen family.

However, Eunice's status as a well-known designer in the fashion circle was not obtained through family influence. She and His Royal Highness Ophelia were very interested in this aspect, and it was a real achievement.

Eunice walked up to Karen and stretched out her hand to help Karen straighten the folds on her shoulders:

"I really didn't expect you to come here. I just thought I was dazzled."

"I should have come."

"Are you going away again?" Eunice asked.

"Yes, that's right."

"Be careful, I'll wait for your return."

Eunice knew that every time Karen went out to perform dangerous missions, she would come to the manor to see herself, and when she returned from the mission, if she was seriously injured, she would also come to the manor to recuperate.

This may be the tacit understanding between the two of them all the time. There are regrets, but there are also expectations.

"I still have time today, how about a cup of coffee?"

"Then go to my office?"

"Can."

Eunice put her arm around Karen and gently led Karen to the elevator.

The noble lady who had previously proposed to keep Karen blinked her eyes hard after seeing this scene. She subconsciously reacted that she and the young lady of the Allen family fell in love with the same plaything, but reason told her that the eldest The lady looked very gentle and virtuous in front of that man.

"Oh my God, I want a glass of ice water too."

...

"Do you know her?"

"who?"

"Mrs. Bao Sili, her family owns several chemical companies."

"Oh, she wants to invite me to make a movie, it seems to be about a cruise ship shipwreck."

"horror movie?"

"Should be a romance movie."

"Honestly, I'm looking forward to it." Eunice looked up at Karen.

Karen kissed her lightly on the lips: "When you are free later, you can try it."

"That doesn't require Mrs. Bao Sili to vote, I will invest in your movie."

"Of course, I know, you are a wealthy lady now."

Eunice has her own clothing brand, and the sales are very good, but the most profitable is still another "stocking industry".

Although the Allen family does not need to go public for financing, the outside world cannot see the specific financial report, but just go to the street to see how popular this product is now, and the "Vien Economic News" even reported it on the front page, The title is "Stocking Empire".

Walking into his fiancée's office, the interior layout is very modern, completely opposite to the classical style in the manor.

"What would you like to drink, ice water or coffee?"

"Cafe."

"Wait a minute, honey."

"OK."

Karen sat down on the sofa. This position was just facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. Looking out, he could see the depravity and prosperity of Wayne.

There were several documents beside her, Karen picked them up habitually, and found out that they were the advertising plan for silk stockings.

One plan is to tie stockings to the front bumper of the car, and use people to drag the car forward;

Another plan is to scrape the stockings with a knife to prove that they are of good quality and cannot be scratched.

Eunice brought the coffee to Karen, sat down next to Karen, and asked, "Which plan should you choose?"

"It seems inappropriate for you to ask me."

Eunice nodded. "Yes, you prefer the fun of tearing it up."

Karen took a sip of her coffee.

Eunice: "But now an ordinary stocking costs 100 reals. Everyone still pays attention to quality."

"Perhaps we can change our thinking. Its quality can be not so good, it can be easily broken, and it can be used as a one-time consumable."

Eunice thought for a while: "I think this is a great idea. Really, it may really be the future development trend."

"Hope it doesn't mislead you."

"How come, I believe in your vision, my dear."

"What are these?" Karen pointed to an album on the coffee table.

"New design."

"Are there any samples?"

"Yes, I'll take a shower first. There is also a bathroom in my office, as well as a lounge."

"I think the view here is more open."

...

"It's not delicious, not as good as Xili's."

Little Kangna was holding a plate in her hand, and there was a grilled lamb chop on the plate. After she took a bite, she frowned slightly, but continued to eat the second bite based on the principle of not wasting.

On her head lay a black cat, yawning.

Although the show is over, the models and stars are still carrying out various social and public relations activities, and the cameras of the reporters are flashing non-stop.

Little Kangna asked curiously: "Why do they all tie fishing nets to their legs? Does it look good?"

"Just like you like collecting scales."

"Well... I get it, it looks good, and I want a set too."

"You're still young, wait until you grow up."

At this time, Mrs. Tang Li came over, and Xiao Kangna immediately handed her the lamb chops:

"Grandma, eat lamb chops, it's delicious."

"Thank you, Kangna from our family." Grandma took the lamb chops and sighed, "Karen from our family actually allowed her fiancée to come out and make these."

Xiao Kangna echoed: "Yes, you should obediently give birth at home."

Pu'er frowned and said, "Tang Li, have you forgotten what you were like when you were young? And you..."

"Snapped!"

Pu'er slapped Xiao Kangna on the head:

"Have you forgotten your gender?"

Little Kangna pouted and said aggrievedly, "Isn't that what you like to shout when you're at home, have a baby, have a baby, have a baby!"

"Shut up, meow!"

Mrs. Tang Li glanced at Pu'er, and said angrily, "Don't even pay close attention."

"Why don't you keep an eye on it?"

"I'm an elder."

"My seniority is higher than yours, meow."

Leon came over and said, "You seem to have gone to the wrong place. Our meeting point is next door."

"Where's Karen?"

"I don't know, but the minister will come when the time comes."

There are already many people sitting in the living room of the building next door.

Count Recar was holding a bottle of wine alone, and was drinking from the mouth of the bottle;

Mrs. Gandillo and Merindi leaned together, and the two were carving on the crystal stone;

Old Saman held his pipe in his mouth, sucking out the smoke one mouthful at a time;

Bourne was holding a thick stack of documents and was reviewing them;

Neo leaned on the sofa, and while looking at the black market stock market report, he mercilessly reached out and picked off a freshly produced fruit from the potted plant next to Dali Wenluo, wiped it on the clothes on his chest, and took a bite.

"This one is not as sweet as last time."

"It was my father last time."

"What about this time?"

"This time it's my grandfather."

"It's still your father's high nutritional value."

"Yes, I think so too, so I have turned it into live fat and warmed it up."

"Nice job."

Vic was late, and he was in new clothes.

Neo glanced at it and scolded with a smile: "I said, are we here to attend your college graduation party today?"

"Mr. Alfred helped me choose it, isn't it pretty?"

"It looks good, but it's a little too well-behaved, and it doesn't meet your identity as an executioner."

"I think it will be more effective if you dress like this to interrogate suspects."

"Does it give the suspect a sense of contrast?"

"It's for myself, I'll be happier."

"Well, you are getting more and more perverted. When you find out that you have a mental problem, you can come to me. You are welcome."

"I will."

Neo turned his head and looked at Buken sitting in the corner. Buken closed his eyes as if he was taking a nap, but when Neo looked over, he straightened up slightly.

But Neo bypassed him and greeted Dickno: "When did you come back from the Garden of Life?"

"yesterday."

"Is the plan ready?"

"It's done, it has been handed over to the young master."

"How many servings?"

"12 servings."

"So few, I thought there would be a hundred copies."

"Those with a relatively low success rate and those with a relatively high loss rate have been eliminated. I don't like meaningless numbers very much."

"What about this time?"

"What this time?"

"This time, I'm talking about going to Mingke Street."

"did not do."

"Didn't have time to do it?"

"I didn't do it." Dickno spread his hands, "You have to tell me first, who is the enemy?"

Is it the temple, or the sleeping one?

There are no enemies, what plan can be made?

"Right."

After the grandmother came to the living room, she went straight to Neo and asked, "My grandson is in a bad situation."

"Who told him to eat so much? If it weren't for the Order of God to push down the tree of life and hang him on the tree of life, I feel that as long as he is given a little time, he can eat the tree of life."

"But now, white silk came out of his body, wrapped himself up, and fell into a deep sleep."

"It's not life-threatening."

"I know it's not life-threatening, but when exactly is he going to wake up?"

"Philomena has already come to ask me, and I asked her to put Richard in the snack shop, which should speed up his absorption and awakening."

"What is the principle?"

"The protection of Goddess Mills, believe me, is useful."

"Why doesn't the God of Order protect him?"

"The God of Order has already protected him, but you don't know it."

Mrs. Tang Li frowned slightly. Obviously, she didn't understand this kind of ridicule. Although she and Richard were family members, they didn't know Karen's real identity.

Neo asked, "Ma'am, are you going to Mingke Street too?"

"Karen doesn't want me to go, although I would like to go and think I can help, like you."

"We can't really help, we're not even as good as a dog, really."

Bourne raised his head, pushed the mirror frame, and said, "We don't need to go, just take care of our home."

Neo echoed: "Yes, I will send you a message when the time comes. You should stay at home and take care of your grandson. It will be bad if he is abducted by the goddess of Mills. You know, the Cult of Order is against traitors The teacher's punishment has always been very strict."

"Oh." Mrs. Tang Li sneered, turned and walked out. She came here just to ask about Richard, and she didn't intend to force her grandson to let her go with her.

"Squeak..."

The door was pushed open, and Alfred came in pushing a small cart with a set of Mr. Hoffin's notes on it.

Neo got up, walked over, and asked curiously, "What did you sort them out for?"

"I'm a half-student of Mr. Huofen, so take me back and worship."

"Does it need to be in this form?"

"Put these notes back in front of the tomb, and if I take them away, I can make up the half of the identity. Mr. Huofen will acquiesce."

"I'm sure he won't raise an objection."

Finally, Karen walked in.

Everyone put down what they were doing and stood up:

"Master."

"minister."

"Hi."

Karen smiled and said:

"Everyone, now please allow me to be honored to invite you to my house."

...

The carriage stopped at the intersection of the roads, and there was a road marker in front of it, which showed that going forward was the boundary of Luojia City.

Outside the carriage, eight officers in black armor saluted the people inside.

"My lord."

"My lord."

They were a full-stacked regular regiment that had just come back from the desert front.

Little Connor opened the car door, and Karen's voice came from inside:

"Surround Luojia City, without my order, you are not allowed to act without authorization."

"Yes, my lord."

After receiving the order, the eight officers disappeared from the spot.

Immediately, black clouds approached Luo Jia City from multiple directions.

The report call of the radio station was blown because its weather forecast said that today would be a rare good weather.

A golden halo gathered outside the carriage, Karen got off the carriage and looked at Ukonga walking out of the halo.

Ukonga: "You know what, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."

Karen nodded in response, "Me too."

"This time, it shouldn't be necessary for you to command the legion to take action. We will take care of everything."

Karen laughed, "Cheerleading is always needed, isn't it?"

"Oh, I'm very touched, I suddenly feel your filial piety."

"It should be, but when will we wait until we officially start?"

"When our former high priest condenses the fragments of godhead, soon, he should sense it."

"Okay, I know."

"Has your high priest given you any special orders?"

"some."

"Can you tell me?"

"He wanted me to talk to that person as a representative. After all, any fierce confrontation that may occur will be a loss to my teaching staff in the end."

"Your high priest wants you to die, hehe, if you can talk, you can talk about it long ago."

"I would."

"I plan to persuade you not to go, so it seems that you will not listen to the advice."

"No matter how dangerous things are, someone has to do them."

"Is there a possibility that he won't sit in the position of great priest for too long?"

"At least today, he is still the high priest."

Ukonga put his hand on Karen's shoulder, and when he moved it away, a golden rune was left on the shoulder:

"You go in first, if he wants to kill you, I might do it earlier."

"Maybe?"

"It's fun enough to do that for a roommate, right?"

"Yes, Thanks."

Wu Kongjia's figure sank into the aperture, and then disappeared together with the aperture.

At the same time, on the outskirts of Luojia City, eight huge beams of light appeared in eight directions. This scene was very similar to the original one.

Karen reached out and patted the non-existing dust on his shoulder, and said, "Come down."

Kevin ran out of the carriage with the leash in his mouth, and handed the leash to Karen.

Little Kangna was carrying her schoolbag, with Pu'er on her head, and said excitedly, "Well, are you finally going to see grandpa?"

Pu'er said: "You miscalculated your seniority."

Xiao Kangna: "Our family's seniority is already very chaotic."

The black clouds on all sides, combined with the eight beams of light that have already been erected, created a scene that was infinitely close to the setting sun at noon.

Karen held the dog leash with his left hand and Little Kangna's hand with his right, stepped over the road marker, and entered the highest restricted area within the Cult of Kosmos in recent years.

...

Single-family villa at No. 13 Minke Street, bedroom on the third floor.

The special "sunset" light shines through the window on the sleeping old man on the bed.

courtyard gate,

Rathma appeared dressed as a priest.

He looked around, then sighed:

"Diss, don't blame me for not being friends enough. I deliberately pressed the rhythm backwards, but I don't know what happened outside, and it was activated in advance. I have no other choice. I can only formally condense the fragments of the godhead."

Immediately, Rathma felt the emotional fluctuations coming from inside. Although it was very slight, he was still captured by him.

"Haha, Dees, are you nervous or scared?"