"A glass of juice." Cassia said politely, looking around, the simple tavern, and the retro decoration style has a pleasant feeling.

Holding a cup, she sat down in a quiet corner. Cassia took a few sips naturally, raised her hand to look at the time. It had been one or two minutes. Looking outside, there was no merry cart driving towards here on the road. Just as Cassia turned her head and looked at the stairs leading to the second floor not far away, footsteps were brought down with two capable bartenders, and a light gray long-sleeved dress, a white apron in front of her, with the words "the name of the tavern".

The two nodded at Cassia and made the move to ask for the stairs.

With his face unchanged, Cassia picked up the juice and followed the two to the second floor. The decoration was similar to the first floor. At the table beside the window, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties sat. His hair was dark, and his natural expression could not be seen with his age, full of vitality and vitality. On the table was placed a black box, and a similarly dark crutch was placed aside. The curved end became very smooth due to frequent friction.

It was made of wood, and Cassia recognized the material on the surface. As the footsteps approached, the slender sword variant hidden in it gradually appeared in the head in the form of a physical one. "It's not like the people of the Hill family." Eli and Hae compared it, Cassia did not find that there was the same special style between the two. It was more like a very prestigious elder in a family, and this could be seen from the respectful attitude of the people next to it.

The two accompanying him stopped Casia at this time, searched for a revolver and a dagger, and placed it on the edge of the black box. Casia smiled and walked straight forward.

"Hello, Mr. Senoselis." Cassia sat down while asking, and the collector Senoselis looked over, his eyes clearer than he thought, full of energy.

"Hello, Mr. Tussos." Senoselis nodded, "I am very sorry to let you come to this remote place. You have given me a very bad impression before. I sincerely want to trade with you, but the sent people are indeed too business-oriented. I can't bear with what happened later. It's just that trading items are my treasured art. I really want to see his next successor, and I don't want such works to be put into the hands of a person who is not worthy of his status."

"Mr. Tussus, you probably understand what I mean. I think there must be many common languages ​​among us who are also interested in these strange things. At some point, we will feel the same."

Senoselis picked up the exquisite revolver, pushed away the drum with a "ding" sound, and looked at the bullets wrapped in copper shells with nostalgia.

"The bronze island floating among the clouds, the strange sound of falling leaves in the wind, the deep underwater shadows that fishermen fear, and the ancient civilization that exists in the cracks of a long time. Since I was a child, I have been deeply fascinated by these strange things. I fantasized about what the continent would look like at that time, and whether humans at that time were like us, relying on steam to drive steel machines, exploring the unknown world around me bit by bit."

Senoselis took out the bullets from the drum one by one, and arranged them between him and Cassia: "Maybe it was because of the reason for inheriting such bloodlines, my father was like this, my grandfather was like this, and I was like this in the end. No one expected that a small branch would become this scale under the fermentation of time. Of course, time changed a lot, but the interest in the unknown had never deteriorated at all."

"I don't know what you think of Mr. Tussus." As he spoke, Senosaris picked up his dagger and gently pushed the arranged bullets. With a crisp sound, six bullets rolled and dispersed on the table. Senosaris grabbed one, pointed the bullet tip at himself, and pointed the bottom shell with a white ring at Cassia. "I have lived for a long time. You must know that Mr. Tussus, who uses such high-quality bullets, will continue to gather a lot of things with money and power. The more you explore, the more you feel how small you are before. But there are also gains, which are what many people pursue throughout their lives, and it is not impossible to see as their undiscovered instinct."

"Mr. Tussus is as curious as I am about these things. He transfers the treasured things to people who are the same as himself, and always feels like sharing his joy, like a child, allowing me to regain my youthful feelings."

Cassia took a bullet pushed by Senoselis and held it in the palm of his hand: "I am just a researcher who is interested in history. If I only explore this aspect, I have great interest and time."

Senoselis smiled: "When did the historical researchers in the empire become Mr. Tussus, I am very curious about you. Or, Mr. Tussus, from his own perspective, how much do you know about "The Book of Views and Experiences of Ancient Sites", or how much do you know about his author, Pekinz Chilis?"

Without waiting for the answer, Senoselis continued his words and narrowed his eyes at Cassia: "There are not many people in the empire who know these books. They originally did not want to spread in an independent circle. Even if there are people who know them, such as some nobles, some merchants, and some people who engage in historical research, they are mostly used to enrich their faces or fantasize and pass the time as free books. As for the content, not many people who have truly studied them. Just like Mr. Tussus, there are actually very few."

Seeing that Casia was still closing her mouth tightly, Senoselis picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine. At this time, the female bartender downstairs came up, dragged the plate, placed fresh juice and wine, and placed it beautifully in front of Casia and Senoselis.

Putting away the plate, the bartender stood aside with light steps.

Senoselis said thank you, his eyes covering Cassia: "So I cherish this opportunity very much. I think there is a special thing in people who are interested in these things. Giving the right thing at the right time can stimulate strength. Real history never lies, he will guide some people to explore it." The voice dragged on for a long time, as if it was the password to start the machine, Cassia's brain made this judgment.

When entering the tavern, the body's induction lets Cassia know whether there is something like a hallucinogen mixed in the fragrance. Cassia is not sure if there is also juice. Even if there is, the concentration of the two seems to be less than the standard line that his body can bear.
Chapter completed!