My cemetery is connected to the game world

Herot sat in the car, thinking about the purpose of Emperor Bradley giving him such a part-time job.

Find out about this case?

The Imperial Military Police Headquarters had been investigating for ten years but still couldn't figure it out. He certainly wouldn't expect a rookie who didn't know anything to find out the forces behind it.

Then the only thing he can use is the identity of Claude.

In the bloody chaos, they were the only family that didn't have the blood of their brothers on their hands.

What is he hinting at? Or is it just a sentiment?

Helot couldn't figure it out.

But if he could figure it out easily, Emperor Bradley would be too weak.

Since I can't figure it out, I don't want to think about it anymore. Anyway, I'm sure I'm far away from that case. It’s not like my family’s tomb has been robbed, why are you meddling in so much business?

At this time, Hailot noticed that the car was heading towards Xinwan District, and asked the driver in front of him: "I didn't seem to tell you where I was going when I got in the car."

Bresini got the hint and stared at the driver in the front seat, preparing to take action.

The driver replied: "Master, I know where you live."

Helot relaxed: "You guys came very quickly."

"Miss Angelica saw the young master getting into an unknown vehicle upstairs in the group, and immediately led us to chase him. Later, we found out that those people were royal guards. There are many people in the square watching His Majesty and yours. When we meet, Miss Angelica is afraid that the young master will get entangled with you, so she asked me to take you away.

Is there anything you want me to tell the president? "

"My job has been replaced by someone else, let's find out who did it."

The driver didn't expect that his young master would ask him to tell such a thing.

"Yes, Master. This kind of violation of company regulations will definitely be severely punished. Is there anything else?"

The driver hinted: You must explain to your mother what His Majesty said to you.

Helot replied: "No, I just want to go to work as soon as possible."

"I will pass it on to the president."

Arriving downstairs at Golden Pine Apartment, Hailot got out of the car and paid the fare.

As soon as he turned around, he heard someone calling his name.

"Helot!" A fat man wearing highly myopic glasses ran out of the apartment building and said breathlessly: "I have looked for you several times, but you are not at home. This is to pay you back."

Fatty is Hailot's classmate. His nickname is so loud that many people don't know his name even after graduation. This guy is not only fat but also has a short neck and a pair of obviously bulging eyes. When he puts on a pair of glasses, he looks like a big frog, so his nickname is "Fat Frog".

He also likes this nickname very much and thinks it is very personal.

Fat Frog took out a wallet from his pocket and took out a stack of coins from it in a show-off manner. He counted more than ten coins and gave them to Helot: "Thank you for your help last time, otherwise I would be sleeping on the street."

Helot took the coins, counted the amount and put it in his pocket. He smiled and asked, "It seems you have found a good job."

"It's a pretty good job. Although it's not a well-known big company, the pay is really good, but the working environment is a bit bad. Not only do you have to work underground sometimes, you have to do it yourself."

underground!

Probably an illegal modification workshop.

Graduates of the Mechanical Major of the Imperial Academy will definitely get a lot of money there, but most of these modification workshops are related to arms smuggling and are often involved in gang fights, so the safety is really low.

Herot did not persuade Fat Frog, everyone has his own ambitions, and he was indeed short of money.

"Then work hard, save more money, and move out of here as soon as possible."

"I also have this life plan..." Fat Frog noticed Breshni standing behind Helot, his eyes widened quickly, and then asked Helot in a low voice: "Is this your girlfriend?"

Helot could only say "hmm". You can't say that this is my guard.

Fat Frog made a "You're still awesome" gesture: "No wonder there are so many girls in the college pursuing you, but you didn't pay attention to any of them, so you secretly talked about such a beautiful girlfriend. I won't disturb you anymore. I'll treat you next time I have time. Drink coffee.

goodbye! "

"Bye, Banks."

Fat Frog smiled and waved his hand, said hello to Bresini again and left.

Helot looked around and then walked into the apartment building.

Go back to the room and pull Firoro out of the game world to look at the door.

"Don't open the door to anyone who comes. If someone breaks in, hit him if you can. If you can't beat him, run away... Do you understand?"

Firollo stared: "Understood!"

Although Firoro's strength is so-so, he is a ghost dragon after all, with high resistance and immunity. If he encounters a difficult opponent, he can still run away as long as he knows how to run.

Moreover, he had just accepted the summons from Emperor Bradley, which was a signal to all forces in the empire. No one should come to cause trouble in the short term.

Mother must have arranged for someone to stay close by.

Helot suddenly had a realization. Could it be that my uncle wanted to put me on the bright side to attract attention from all parties?

Look at their attitude toward me, the patriarch of the Claude family who may be "heavy as a mountain" or "light as a feather"...

But no matter what he wants, all he has to do is improve his strength.

I don’t have as much time as my father to kill monsters, so I’ll fight more!

Herot arranged for the gatekeeper and took Breshni into the tomb passage leading to the family cemetery.

At this time, in the president's office on the top floor of the Tomorrow Group Building, Irina was receiving an old man smoking a cigar. He sat on a chair and puffed away, looking very arrogant. Behind him stood a man over two meters tall, wearing a crisp suit and tie, and a pair of sunglasses with two red dots shining on the back.

"Ms. Irina, I hope you will consider my suggestion carefully. Our Black Gold Group is very willing to support your campaign for Congress. Not only can we sponsor a considerable amount of campaign funds to your campaign team, but we are also willing to mobilize our Influence gets you votes. Gang members are also Empire citizens, their votes are votes, and we have deep connections at court."

Behind Irina is a large floor-to-ceiling window, and there are only a few buildings on the same level as here outside.

Faced with coercion and inducement, Irina replied: "My answer to the Black Gold Group will not change in any way. If you help me run for Congress and succeed, I can give you the help I can in my legal business, but it will never involve With your illegal business, it is even more impossible for us to open our technology to you."

The old man took a puff of his cigar: "Tomorrow Group has your technical advantages, but our Black Gold Group also has ours. Both of us have deep technical reserves in energy applications and mechanical technology. If we can share technology and start cooperation, , will definitely form a breakthrough in the technical field.

Perhaps the fourth generation of post-sequence transcendence will be the first to be realized in our hands. "