Strike up a Conversation

This was the first time the FIB department had used such a method to search for people. Usually, they meant the strongest combat power in this land, and there were very few enemies that could threaten them. But now, they were so anxious that they had to look for clues for a missing person from the public.

Alvin felt that this matter was a little strange. How did the missing person notice disappear after a refresh?

However, this news was quickly forgotten by Alvin. Maybe they had found her, or maybe it was fake news.

The most important thing was that this matter probably had nothing to do with Aurelia.

Aurelia couldn't possibly kidnap a FIB member, right?

...

Early the next morning, Alvin was woken up.

The breakfast here was also very sumptuous. As Alvin was eating, he mentioned that he would be leaving later.

Firstly, he had already promised Aurelia to go to W state, so he didn't plan to wait here until Aurelia came back.

Secondly, he also felt that it wasn't suitable for him to stay here. Moreover, he had also brought trouble to the master of the house, such as the FIB members' visit last night.

"You're leaving so soon?"

Graves frowned and sighed, looking a little reluctant. "Well, since you want to leave, I won't stop you. But when you are free, you are welcome to come here anytime to show off your archery skills."

Graves clearly regarded Alvin as a low-key archery master. The way he drew his bow at the shooting range was still deeply imprinted in Graves's mind.

For such a talent, Graves really wanted to take him in as a hanger-on. Usually, he didn't need to do anything. They just played with bows and arrows together, and occasionally went out to hunt. It was a kind of playmate that he hired with money.

But now that Alvin had asked to leave, it was not appropriate to persuade him to stay.

In that case, he would try to leave a good impression on him.

With this thought, Graves said to the servant, "Bring me the bow I just bought."

Then, he said to Alvin, "To show my family's hospitality, Alvin, please accept a gift from me."

Alvin looked up and saw the servant bring him a box with a colorful retractable bow inside.

"This is a shooting bow made according to the standards of the Olympic Games," Graves explained. "It is made of aerospace materials and according to the military standards. In fact, the specifications have far exceeded the Olympic standards. I don't know if you like it."

It was indeed a good bow. Alvin understood this with just a glance. Since he got the proficiency of cold weapons, his vision had been greatly improved.

"Thank you," Alvin did not stand on ceremony. He took the colorful bow and thought for a moment before adding, "In the future, if I use this bow and achieve good results, I will mention the origin of this bow."

Upon hearing this, Graves laughed heartily. He raised his cup and wanted to have a drink with Alvin. However, there was no alcohol for breakfast. Thus he gently patted Alvin's shoulder instead.

Alvin knew what he had thought was right. For a person like Graves who did not lack money, fame was what he desperately wanted.

Alvin left this place in a sports car. A servant was specialized in doing this. Before he left, he was stopped by Camilla.

"This is my personal gift. I hope you and Aurelia can come often." Camilla handed him an iron ring. "I found out that your archery method is Mongolian archery, so I hope this ring can protect your thumb."

Mongolian archery used the thumb to draw the bow. Usually, the thumb would wear a ring for protection.

Alvin took over the ring. It was made of cold metal, but it was surprisingly light, thin, and tough. It was the best way to prevent the bowstring from hurting the hand.

According to Camilla, this was a personal gift from her. But Alvin thought about it and realized that the relationship between the two of them was not that good that they could exchange gifts.

Therefore, she had to use Aurelia's name. In that case, there must be something prepared for Aurelia.

"And this."

Camilla took out another box. It was a palm-sized box with a rotating password lock on it.

"This is for Aurelia. Can you please give it to her? She knows the password."

"Okay."

Alvin accepted the box. Obviously, the password lock on it was to prevent him from opening.

Perhaps the two of them had already set some secret code, but Alvin was also very curious about what was inside.

As for this, he could only ask Aurelia after seeing her, if she was willing to tell him.

A top-grade retractable bow, a thumb ring that was convenient for archery, and a box that he temporarily did not know the content. Alvin was on his way, but he could not think of any use for these things at the moment.

...

At the station in W state.

Aurelia had been waiting for half an hour at the coffee shop outside the station. She brought Balika here and ordered three cups of espresso, one of which was to be served when Alvin arrived.

At this time, Balika had already dressed up as a normal girl. She was wearing a beige floral tight skirt and a dark hair tie on her short maroon hair. 

Although Balika was not used to this, from the way passersby pretended to pass by but actually peeked, Balika's dressing up was undoubtedly successful.

In the eyes of the other customers, there were two beauties with completely different styles sitting at this table. The short-haired had a hint of cuteness, while the long-haired in a red shirt looked like a blood-sucking elf with her faint smile had a hint of mischievousness. 

"Ladies," someone finally couldn't help but want to strike up a conversation.

The other men had very complicated feelings at this moment.

After all, there were quite a number of people who wanted to strike up a conversation, but there were still not many who acted on it. Most of them were just conflicted in their hearts. When they saw that someone really walked up to them naturally, their hearts were filled with unspeakable regret.

The person who was trying to strike up a conversation saw a cup of pure black coffee on the table and wanted to start from there.

"There aren't many people who can taste espresso nowadays. It seems like we have the same preference."

He first tried to strike up a conversation with the short-haired girl.

However, Balika rolled her eyes at him. Of course, she would not like others to strike up a conversation with her. She was used to blocking her face when she was working. Otherwise, there would always be some people who were not afraid of death and ignored the assault rifle in her hand coming over to talk to her.

The person who was trying to strike up a conversation was taken aback. He turned his head to face the other long-haired girl.

This girl was so beautiful that he did not even want to strike up a conversation with her. It was obvious that she was not easy to woo.

However, at this moment, the long-haired girl actually smiled at him faintly. This gave him great confidence.

"This..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Aurelia.

"This espresso is reserved for my husband. When he comes, you can exchange your thoughts with him."