In the early morning, in the lower city of the green light in the capital of Baikalmore, in front of a building abandoned due to a fire.

Shawn was wearing a typical low-city slutty cloth shirt, slowly paced, feeling the force feedback from his feet, and soon locked in a pile of burnt Baiga dead trees. Judging from the touch of his feet, there should be a hidden underground passage leading to the President's Manor under the pile of dead trees.

However, Sean did not rush to get closer, but wandered around the ruins for a while. He took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to him and stepped on the pile of dead trees.

Everything was like an illusion, and Sean's feet were empty and he fell down.

It turned out that the pile of dead bega wood was just a thin optical camouflage net to hide the existence of the secret passage. To be honest, the technology is not very powerful, but the hidden technique is still quite clever.

Shortly after the fall, Sean had already stepped onto the ground in a blink of an eye, but at the same time, two dark muzzles appeared in front of him.

"Who are you?"

Two gunmen, wrapped in black, asked in a cold tone.

Sean was calm and according to the established plan, he waved a piece of metal that could only be held by the manor in black and said, "From today on, I will replace the blue-skinned Mithrol waste."

The men in black looked at each other, and one of them turned on the holographic projection equipment and asked the manor for verification.

Soon, a blue holographic projection of a Latroon man with four arms appeared. Compared to his height of less than 1.5 meters, the huge head that was twice as big as a human, and the chef's hat that was almost as tall as the height seemed to be very present.

The Ratroman, whose skin was as rubber, meticulously tidied up the dense hair and beard on his cheeks, narrowed his tiny eyes into gaps, and his tightly pursed lips showed the majesty of the superiors. Even the pure white chef's uniform was like a noble robe. It was not difficult to judge the status of the Ratroman in the black manor from the respectful expression of the man in black.

Marino Pomana, the chef of the President's Manor, has followed Jamie Blasson for more than ten years and has been responsible for his diet for a long time. He is an absolute confidant.

"Who are you?" the Ratrons questioned.

Sean chuckled, "I am your new dessert master."

The Rathon squinted his eyes, stroked his chin with his hands on his left, and stirred the soup with a long-handled spoon.

After a while, the Latroon said, "It turns out that trusting the Mithrols is a mistake. You two can't even keep your identity card well... You two, kill him."

However, just before the man in black was ordered to shoot, Sean had already thrown the bait: "The anti-poisoned Vishok spider eggs are slow-cooked in 74-degree Manling Grass soup for 20 minutes. This is the so-called secret recipe for desserts for the Mithrol people."

When the Ratroon heard this, he immediately screamed: "Wait!"

The two men in black almost drifted their waists.

The Ratron asked, “Is there any more?”

"The fat of the Jump Beast can be used to melt the hardest natural candy cubes on the planet Kashik and then make the best syrup," Sean said.

“Is there any more?”

Sean said: "If you can waste less time and wait for me to enter the kitchen, I can tell you as much as you want to know."

After these arrogant words, the Naratron began to ponder. After a while, he waved his hand: "Let him do it. The Mithrols are not there, and there must be a substitute in the kitchen. What's more, your boss, the guardian dog who claims to be of Mandalorian descent, has been complaining about the boredom of life, which is not just for him to move."

After saying that, the communication was unilaterally cut off. The two men in black looked at each other, and then they said coldly to Sean: "Come on."

Sean moved forward silently, but couldn't help but sigh in his heart: He is worthy of being a master.

In the conversation just now, the lines were basically based on the revised version of the master. In just a few short sentences, they almost perfectly calculated the psychological changes of the chef of the Rathon, the man in black, and even the legendary Mandalorian gatekeeper, and even the serious loopholes in the internal management of the President's Manor.

Even though he was a stranger suddenly, he could use his tough attitude to fool the chef Latrone to open the first door to enter the manor for himself.

However, it is really fortunate that the Master of the Sutra polished these lines once. If you follow your original lines, you will probably encounter problems. Your grasp of people's hearts is still poor. Compared with the lines that Master of the Sutra corrected and improved, the routine I originally designed was three sentences and seven words less.

This is the gap!

With a heart of emotion, Sean boarded the orbital airship of the underground secret passage, spent a long ten minutes in the dark passage, and then went through another security ring before finally reaching the legendary Green Lotus Hill Manor from the underground secret passage.

It was a refreshing and gorgeous manor, and plants from different planets were cleverly grafted together, presenting a delicate yet wild charm.

Sean was fascinated by the sight, and his steps were involuntarily paused, which made the man in black beside him sneer.

"I'm stunned? Haha, then open your eyes. At least one of the plants in this garden is something you can't name even if you turn over the plant encyclopedia."

"What are you doing when you tell him this? The boss will come over immediately. If there is any problem, I'm afraid this guy won't know the new fertilizer under the tree in a few minutes."

Sean was amazed at the maintenance cost of this manor. He simply calculated that just by looking at what he could see, the plants he could identify came from at least 20 different planets. According to the local plant export prices and the freight costs of interstellar navigation, the introduction costs must be at least 100,000 yuan. As for the maintenance costs, the same sky-high price. Even if the labor costs are not taken into account, just maintaining an ecosystem that can coexist with multiple plants in an ecological environment like Bergamore, the annual maintenance costs will not be lower than the six-digit credit points.

And this money is enough to help tens of thousands of poor people in the capital's green and bright lower city area get rid of the dirty environment with smelly water.

This is the manor of a dictator who unscrupulously exploits wealth across the planet.

When Shawn felt emotion, he suddenly heard a heavy sound of footsteps behind him.

Looking back, Sean saw a strong man wearing armor. The T-shaped helmet on his head seemed to be an extremely conspicuous business card.

In response, Sean smiled just right and said before the other party spoke: "It's actually Mandalorian!? What a coincidence, I met your compatriots in a bar in a nearby galaxy a month ago. They had an important job to gather people. I heard that there were their compatriots on Bergamore, and they were excited to come and pull people."

The Mandalorian produced by Bergamore immediately stopped.

Sean smiled again and said, "When they heard that I was coming to Bergamore, they asked me to investigate the news first. If it was a rumor, they would save them from wasting time. But it seems that it wasn't a rumor, so there is no need for me to deny the rumors..."

Speaking of this, the tall janitor suddenly spoke, "You guys go down first."

The two men in black were a little surprised, but as the mechanical arm behind the janitor spread out, the gun was pointed at their heads, and the men in black fled in panic.

At the entrance to the back door of the manor, only Sean and the gatekeeper were left.

"I...I have important work here." The sound behind the helmet, dull and even trembled because of the metal isolation, "can't leave the President's Manor."

"Oh, even the order of the conscript from fellow countrymen is not enough? You are not the same clan?"

“…Yes, we are not the same clan.”

Sean smiled and said, "I haven't said what kind of clan they are. But it doesn't matter. I'll write you an email to tell them that the news that Bergamore has Mandalorians is purely rumor. After all, everyone has their own difficulties. When you go out, you have to understand each other and help each other."

"That's true." The janitor said dryly, and pointed at the door. "You have passed this level, but the Latroons are not as easy to talk to as me."

After passing the gatekeeper, Sean couldn't help but feel sorry: It was indeed just a spiritual Mandalorian.

Although judging from the previous investigation, the probability of the president having a genuine Mandalorian watchdog is very low, it is still a pity to witness it with his own eyes. The relationship between the Mandalorian and the Jedi is endless and messy, and it is a blessing to be able to witness the Mandalorian's style with his own eyes.

Of course, from the perspective of performing tasks, it is better not to encounter it. After all, not only does the genuine Mandalorian have strong combat power, but also has extremely keen intuition. It is not easy to disguise himself under his nose for several days.

After crossing this appetizer, the next focus is the chef Latrone. Judging from the early information, you must be more careful in this level.

In the kitchen cleaning room, the guards waited for a long time.

The estate chef, the Latroon man with four arms, Marino Pomana.

At this time, the four-armed chef was wearing a prominent chef's hat and a footrest stool that was more than one person tall, looking down at Sean.

"I didn't expect that Mandalorian would actually let you in, but it wouldn't be that easy to get to me, because to be honest, after getting the tricks of the Mithrolians, the manor does not need a new dessert master now."

When Shaun heard this, he couldn't help but smile: "Then you might as well use this trick to copy the Cashik cake that the Mithrols are proud of, and I hope you can use it to please the president."

The Ratroons were silent for a while and said, "Okay, since you can't look down on the air, then come and operate it on the spot."
Chapter completed!