Life is unpredictable.

Belica did not expect that the first nonsense article "Lock and Steal" written by Bai Ding ghostwritten in "Shachengdi Newspaper" by dictating it by himself would arouse a huge response.

He just recounted his experience in the popular world.

Thieves compete with each other on their skills, and a lockpicker must know locks very well.

In the article, Bjelica talked about a phenomenon: the improvement of thieves' technology led to further improvements in the design and craftsmanship of locks, which in turn urged thieves to upgrade their technology, and then fed back to the evolution of locks.

The two sides compete with each other, and if one side cannot make progress, it will be eliminated.

This process is no longer a confrontation between stealing and defending, but a secret battle between setting up defense lines and cracking the mechanism.

Belica spoke eloquently and became more and more energetic, and asked the ghostwriter Bai Ding to write a large article.

Unexpectedly, many Yao people like to watch it.

"Mr. Belica, this is a letter left for you by the readers at Shachengdi Newspaper Office. You are the first scholar to explain secret technology to the public. I said it will definitely be popular. What a great lecture.

.”

Bai Ding carried a cloth bag full of letter paper.

Belica looked through the letters from readers. But he did not know Yao writing and could not understand them at all.

"Let me translate for you."

Bai Ding said something and started to open the letter.

"This letter comes from a newspaper reader named Shahu. He said that he is a box-carrying cactus. In the past, things in the box were always stolen. Now, using the techniques you taught, the criminal was caught.

It turned out to be a friend of his."

"And this letter."

"It comes from a businessman named Shanglan. He has read your article and wants to hire you to build him a locked iron box to store a priceless gem."

"This letter is from Zhuren Zhusuke...it only says that you are very powerful and I want to become your disciple."

Belica felt a little proud after hearing this.

"That said, I want to discuss with you, but I didn't leave my name."

"There is also another letter that says, I hope you will stop writing related reports. This is affecting the daily lives of many people. There is also no name."

…

Belica understood it as soon as he heard it.

These two letters should be letters from colleagues.

really.

If I write too carefully and professionally, I ruin other people's jobs.

Not quite right.

Bai Ding put away the envelope: "Have you finished writing your new article? Everyone also wants to hear how you design the lock and how to avoid being unlocked..."

"I'm going to change the subject."

Belica said: "Write about copper and iron drawing. What do you think?"

"This, this, you really decided to make such an important technology public?"

Bai Ding looked shocked.

"What's wrong?"

Belica grinned: "Just think of it as a gift from me to everyone. In fact, it's not a great skill. I learned it from my predecessors."

The reason why he decided to change the topic was, on the one hand, to avoid being seen as his true occupation, and on the other hand, to speed up writing and get paid as early as possible during a safe period.

Practitioners in gray industries all know that what they get is theirs. Even if it is close before they get it, it may become out of reach.

…

In the evening, Belica walked to the street and bought a potato pancake, and then started taking a routine walk. While eating, he entered a small grocery store, walked to the cabinet, and handed a roll of paper to the gnome here.

merchant.

"Mr. Belica, your Excellency is here today, please go to the back room."

The goblin boss rubbed his hands with a false and flattering smile on his face.

Belica nodded and walked inside.

In the back room, the pot-bellied Foreign Secretary was sitting at a table, eating a roast lamb on a silver platter.

The minister's mouth was full of oil and sauce, but the white scarf around his neck was spotless.

He cut off a piece of roasted lamb with a knife and chewed it.

"I heard that you have a good relationship with the two collectors."

Belica said cautiously: "I'm a little familiar with it."

"What did you find?"

Belica thought for a while: "Yazdan is more interested in collecting the history and legends of the empire, while Baiding's attention is on the current situation of the empire. Their actions are very direct and open, and there are no secret actions."

"Do you have any contact with the nobles and...the elector?"

"Not that I know of."

The minister gently cut the sheep bone with a knife: "Is there any important action?"

"Yes. They plan to conduct on-site interviews and surveys of Tiewu Fort and Sweet City in the near future, and write a special column on the 'Fort City Explosion'."

Belica responded simply.

"oh."

There was a glimmer in the minister's eyes, and he said in a slow and unquestionable tone: "I need you to go and give me Yazdan's right hand. The empire needs that kind of metal arm technology."

Belica was stunned for a moment: "Sir, this is a hand. How can I let him take it off without warning and then give it to you?"

"That's not something I have to consider, it's something you have to consider."

The minister showed a standard goblin smile: "No matter what method you use, give me your arm. Next, whether you stay or return to the wind world, you have a choice."

"This is your final mission."

Belica could only say: "I need time."

"I'll give you three days, that's all."

The minister wiped the gravy and oil from the corner of his mouth with a white towel and threw it on the roasted lamb: "The clockwork locomotive you want is parked outside. Go and try it. I hope you like it."

"However, the empire is not very safe recently, and the goblin technology may explode sometimes... I personally suggest that it is best to go out less often, safety first."

The minister patted Belica's arm and slowly left from the other side.

Belica suppressed his anger.

This damn fat goblin was so submissive in the Resurrection Kingdom that he was so scolded that he didn’t even dare to speak, but when he came back he was arrogant!

He walked out of the store and saw a clockwork motorcycle parked outside.

A huge butterfly-shaped spring is fixed on the rear half of the car body, like a beetle-like oval and compact body, and the thick front and rear wheels are full of security.

The civilians of the empire who passed by were all envious. The clockwork locomotive was handmade. It was not only exquisite in workmanship, but also elegant and luxurious. It was something only the big shots had.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Belica sighed.

This car may explode at some point. Explosions and deaths are normal in the Twin Snakes Empire.

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When ordinary people encounter this kind of dilemma, they usually go outside the shrine and touch the outer wall with their hands to pray, hoping to receive blessings and enlightenment from the gods.

Unfortunately, Belica does not believe in God.

He knows that gods exist, that the messengers of gods are the masters of many worlds, and that divine power may come at any time.

Not believing in God is also the current situation of most sinful people in the popular world.

Strictly speaking, it is not disbelief, but belief in stages.

If the gods help, then they believe in the gods, pray and worship.

If the gods never provide any help or care, of course they will say they have absolute respect, but in fact, everyone is just pretending.

Thieves and liars are the most practical.

Belica decided to pray to the god Yao once.

"Powerful and omnipotent Lord Yao, I am also forced to make a living and have to try to complete the task assigned to me by the empire and take action against the Yao tribe's collectors. This is pure work and is by no means rude to you.

offend……"

"Merciful God, please forgive me."

That night, Belica sneaked in and took away Yazdan's right hand.
To be continued...