Primordial Sequence

The atmosphere of “Mr. People of all classes were dining elegantly, including some upper-class foreigners, as if what happened outside had nothing to do with them.

Moxi looked very reserved. This was his first time in such a high-end place. He uneasily pulled at his white clothes and followed Camus.

"Welcome, sir, do you have an appointment?"

Camus handed the hat to the catman waiter, "I don't have a reservation. Is there any space? I need a private room."

"Yes sir, please come with me."

When he arrived in the room, Camus put the suit on the hanger next to him. After ordering two Screaming Sets and a bottle of red wine, he poured a cup of black tea for Moxi.

"Mr. Mosi, I wonder how you feel when you see them? Maybe you can be relieved today."

Mo Xizhi had been silent for a long time since he saw these foreign superiors. He didn't say a word until Camus' voice woke him up.

"How could they do this? Haven't you seen that our compatriots are living in dire straits?"

Kamu smiled, "Life has classes, and each class has its way of life. The people at the bottom are the cheapest and most indispensable. Each of us is climbing up, but don't forget How many losers are there behind the success? Those losers are at the bottom.”

Speaking of this, Kami clicked his fingers, "This is just a small storm in Catic City. The storm hits those who are unwilling to be at the bottom. If they succeed, they will become the upper class. If they fail, they will become the bottom. Don't you think this happened too much?" Suddenly, too quick?"

Speaking of this, Camus sneered, "Who do you think will be the loser in the future? If you want to resist, will you rely on those unarmed civilians, or those damn stinky rats?"

"Have you forgotten, who are the people behind those entrepreneurs? Without their consent, do they dare to lay off people collectively? What is the purpose of layoffs? It is to give those with evil intentions the courage to jump out."

When Moxi heard this, he collapsed on the ground. Was he wrong?

"Mr. Camoo, am I wrong? But are those innocent civilians being taken advantage of like this?"

Kamuo shook his head, "It's hard to say whether this is right or wrong. I guess the tragedy you mentioned won't last long. The government needs to deal with the hidden rebels, and the extraordinary forces need to deal with those stinky rats and don't give them any points." Chips, how come they show their tails?”

Moxi looked at Camus in shock, "Mr. Camus, did you already know this?"

Kamuo shook his head, "My previous thoughts were exactly the same as yours, but from your description I know something different. Put those things aside and you will be relaxed. You are just a small person and cannot carry so many things. "

"Dong dong..."

With a knock on the door, the waiter walked in with a dining cart and served a Screaming Set meal to the two of them.

Smelling the sweet and delicious aroma of the food, Camus sighed and opened the lid.

"Eat, eat...guest, please eat me."

Seeing the frightening scene on the plate, Moxi fell in the corner with a horrified expression. Although he had heard of this kind of thing, seeing it himself was another matter.

"Mr. Mosi, you can try it. It tastes very good."

Moxi got up, looked at the food with hands and feet on the plate, picked up the knife and fork, tremblingly took a piece and put it into his mouth. His eyes suddenly lit up and he was completely relaxed.

Camus also took a sip, feeling like chewing wax, so he casually took a few sips, poured a glass of red wine and handed it to Moxi, and also poured a glass for himself.

"Cheers, Mr. Mossy, and congratulations on coming out of the shadows."

"Thank you, praise the sun god, this food is amazing."

…

After having enough wine and food, Camus paid a full 6 silver coins for the meal and walked out of the restaurant.

"Oh, look who this is, I thought you were dead? The lovely Mr. Moon Elf."

Kamuo turned around and saw that it was Monty Gorris.

"Oh, maybe Death doesn't need my soul, thank you for the advice."

Gauris took a look, carefully looked at Camus' purple glasses, and then looked at Camus with a shocked look on his face.

"Oh, Queen of Spades, you have advanced? How incredible? How long has it been? You are still an extremely rare makeup artist."

Camus smiled slightly, "Mr. Goris, I have always been very lucky. Ms. Susie mentioned you in the Adventurer's Guild."

The corner of Goris's mouth twitched, "Dear Mr. Moon Elf, please don't mention this smart and violent rabbit. Last time I came back, my body hurt for three days. It was really bad."

Camus raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Mr. Gorris, what are you doing here?"

Goris spread his hands and said, "This is the branch of the Poker Club. If I don't come here, where would I go? By the way, do you know a more senior pharmacist? I'm looking for a pharmacist."

Kamuo shook his head, "Don't you have a "guidance method"? I think unknown existences can help you."

Goris spread his hands helplessly, "It's not suitable for me to use my abilities now."

"I know a pharmacist. I can ask her first if she is willing to help you."

"Oh, that's really great. I think you were right last time. Maybe we can make friends, real friends."

"Of course, I'd love to have such a friend."

Goris smiled and said, "Sorry, I have to go in and report some situations, otherwise I should treat you to afternoon tea today."

After taking a few steps, Gauris turned around and said, "Mr. Elf, I think you need to be more careful. You haven't been very friendly recently. I wish you good luck."

…

Underground gang, in a dark room, continuous miserable howls came out through the crack in the door. The two men in black guarding the door looked at each other and swallowed.

"Squeak..."

As the door opened, a group of naked demons and orcs filed out, carrying a strong smell of blood that was disgusting.

The orange oil lamp illuminated the leading orc. He wiped his mouth that was still a little bloody, revealing a face full of yellow pimples. His amber eyes were looking at the two gatekeepers cruelly, and his black claws were scratching. With a gurgling red eye.

"Hoo ho... I think we need food."

When the gatekeeper saw these monsters coming over, he was about to run away when he felt a sharp pain in his neck and fell to the ground with a howl. A group of extremely hungry demons and orcs listened happily to their howls. The stuttering licked their bodies, and the bright red blood stained the ground.

After a while, the two were finished eating, and only the blood on the ground told them that they were two people. Keck looked at the tragedy that happened from a distance, and looked at his lovely friend with a smile.

"Dear friend, have you eaten enough? If not, there are excellent bunny girls in the slave camp."

The leading orc picked up the red eye in his hand and said, "My respected master, will watch this feast. Are those councilors ready?"

When Keck saw the red eyes, his whole body trembled and he hurriedly averted his gaze, "I think they are ready. They are in the lower block. I will ask someone to take you there right away."

The Orc smiled cruelly, picked up the knife on the table, and stabbed himself in the eye. A stream of green blood spurted onto Keck's robe. Keck watched helplessly as the Orc dug it out and put it in his own eyes. In his mouth, the rich plasma was squeezed out through the gaps between the yellow-brown teeth, and he pressed the red eyes in his hands into the bloody eye sockets.

"Mr. Keck, you will get what you want. Let's go first."

Watching their departing figures, Keck smiled cruelly and touched the potion in his arms, "I have obtained the thing. Do you really think that the Church of the Sun is a useless slug?"