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'Hmm,' droned Artemis, unconvinced. Passers-by would have been amazed to hear the large
Eurasian refer to the boy as sir. This was, after all, the third millennium. But this was no
ordinary relationship, and these were no ordinary tourists.

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They were sitting outside a kerbside cafe on Dong Khai Street, watching the local teenagers
circle the square on mopeds.

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Nguyen was late, and the pathetic patch of shade provided by the umbrella was doing little to
improve Artemis's mood. But this was just his daily pessimism. Beneath the sulk was a spark
of hope. Could this trip actually yield results? Would they find the Book? It was too much to
hope for.

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A waiter scurried to their table.

a 20.

More tea, sirs?' he asked, head bobbing furiously.

Artemis sighed. 'Spare me the theatrics and sit down.'

The waiter turned instinctively to Butler, who was, after all, the adult.

'But, sir, I am the waiter.'

Artemis tapped the table for attention.

'You are wearing handmade loafers, a silk shirt and three gold signet rings. Your English has
a tinge of Oxford about it and your nails have the soft sheen of the recently manicured. You
are not a waiter. You are our contact, Nguyen Xuan, and you have adopted this pathetic
disguise to discreetly check for weaponry.'

Nguyen's shoulders sagged. 'It is true. Amazing.'

'Hardly. A ragged apron does not a waiter make.'

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Van itt valaki?

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Nagyon bejön a fórum

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hello ki vagy?

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