Doomsday Code

Chapter 857 Intelligence Record Book

Just as Chen Cheng was about to bow and say goodbye to the shop owner, the shop owner hesitated for a while, then pulled Chen Cheng aside and whispered in his ear:

"Be careful of the people from the church along the way. Four years ago, they sent a divine messenger from the north, causing chaos in the northern borders of several major kingdoms.

Recently, several groups of people have arrived. They like to meddle in other people's affairs, so you must be careful of them, my benefactors."

The shop owner actually suspected that Chen Cheng was not just a business owner. After all, the strength he showed last night was not weak, and he was also a dual cultivator of combat and magic.

So he gave this reminder because he didn't want to see Chen Cheng accidentally get into conflict with people in the church.

Because everyone and every force with a little bit of power on the continent knows that the people in the church are a group of people who like to meddle in other people's affairs.

Chen Cheng thanked the boss for the reminder, then bowed and said goodbye, taking Sheli and the others out of the inn.

Just after Chen Cheng and his group left, the shop owner took out a notebook from the space bag under the counter. After thinking about it, he only wrote down what he knew about Chen Cheng and the basic information of Chen Cheng and his group.

It did not write that Chen Cheng was a strong man who was proficient in both fighting and demons.

After recording the information, he put the notebook back into the space bag.

But what the shop owner didn't see was that the moment he put away the notebook, his shadow under the counter shook slightly.

At this time, on the road several miles away, Sheli walked out from the shadow of the Snow Girl, and a space bag appeared in his hand without him knowing when.

"Your Majesty, I have swapped the items as planned. Everything else you want should be in here."

Chen Cheng took the space bag and nodded.

"Wow, I never thought that you, the emperor, would actually order your men to steal things. I despise you."

When Squidward saw this, he stood on Chen Cheng's shoulder and made a contemptuous gesture.

Chen Cheng patted him and said:

"You know what? I'm just doing business. The space bag I asked Sheli to exchange for was filled with a bag of gold coins."

Then Chen Cheng shook the space bag in his hand and said:

"And don't you want to know what's in here?"

Squidward took a glance and originally wanted to use his mind to take a peek, but he didn't expect that the material used to make this space bag was not simple and could block mental power.

"Alright, you actually dare to look around. Look at me, Dalijin..."

"Wait, I'm superficial, I just wanted to see it, now that's okay."

Squidward doesn't want to be stuck on a tree again, the kind that can't be pulled out.

Chen Cheng snorted.

Then he opened the space bag in his hand.

There wasn't much in the shop owner's space bag, just a stack of maps and a few notebooks.

This map is almost identical to the map in Chen Cheng's hand. The only difference is that the map in his hand forms a snowflake pattern when rolled up.

There was only one map left in the bag that was the same as the one he had in his hand.

Then Chen Cheng took out the unique one and put it away, and then took out the notebooks.

As for the remaining map and the space bag, Chen Cheng simply threw them around and then threw them deep into the snow-capped mountains beside the avenue.

He clapped his hands, thinking that even if the shop owner did something to the space bag, he would not be able to trace them.

Only then did Chen Cheng begin to flip through the notebooks and read them.

Obviously, this is a work diary that started half a year ago.

It records almost everything that happened in the store in the past six months.

However, in these notebooks, most of the records are just nonsense like "nothing happened today".

Only a very small number of pages record the names of the people who came to the store, how many people there were, their approximate strength, their destination, etc., such intelligence information.

Some of them are records of him trading intelligence with other customers, and behind these records there are some of his own speculations.

It was obvious that the shop owner was a low-level mole of a large intelligence organization. His task was to act as the organization's external liaison, collecting intelligence while also providing some simple intelligence for sale.

And according to his notes, selling intelligence is indeed a super profitable business.

In his records, the quotes for this information are different for each person, and these quotes are the prices he gave after observing the object and then making judgments.

The price difference for the same information can range from ten to a hundred times.

For example, according to his records, he sold intelligence about the actions of the church's northern envoy to a mysterious person four months ago, and he sold it directly at a high price of 5,000 gold coins.

Then three months ago, he sold this information to the archbishop sent by the church, but this time he only got ten gold coins, and their organization was forced to guarantee that this information would never be sold to anyone else.

In other words, the church bought out this information with ten gold coins.

There is a difference of five hundred times between ten coins and five thousand coins.

I read all the way to the last page, the one where the ink wasn't dry yet.

It only wrote that there were three of them and an octopus monster. Just like the previous records of people staying at the hotel, it was just simple information and did not mention that Chen Cheng saved him last night.

After reading it, Chen Cheng read it again from beginning to end, and after reading it once, he read it again.

Squidward, who was standing on his shoulder, was a little confused at this time.

"What are you doing? It's just a small thing, but you have to read it several times."

Chen Cheng exclaimed:

"Don't you notice something is wrong?"

"Something's wrong again. I think you're suffering from paranoia again. I'm really worried, so I'll let Sheli go back and run the shop again."

Chen Cheng was also shocked by what Octopus said, and then shook his head and said:

"Don't you think that this record book was left to me by the boss on purpose? Look at it, it records everything he did to other people in the past six months in great detail, and I'm not the only one who has done him a favor.

But why am I the only one who receives special care from him? He didn't record all my information. Even you, a strange talking octopus, was only recorded as an octopus monster.

Don’t you feel weird?”

Just as Squidward was about to follow Chen Cheng's train of thought, the Snow Girl patted Chen Cheng and Squidward and said:

"Stop wasting time here, you guys keep analyzing things over and over again, it makes you all look so stupid.

If you're worried, just do as Squidward said and let Sheli make the hard trip and then go back to check on him."

Squidward, who had come to his senses, shook his head and said:

"What the Snow Girl said is right this time. You're a fool for thinking so much. You almost led me into a ditch."

Chen Cheng thought about it and finally didn't let Sheli go back, because if there was no problem, then he would really seem stupid.

Even if there are problems, it doesn't seem to be a bad thing for them. At least judging from the ink on the notebook and the color of the paper, this is a real work record.

He also learned a lot of information from it.