9:30 am, Bakerland Bridge area, Ironmen Street, Brave Bar.
After Emlin White got out of the carriage, he stood there, staring blankly in front of him, almost forgetting to avoid the sunlight.
At this time, the main entrance of the bar was tightly closed, showing no sign of opening.
As a rare savage who has only entered a bar like a few times at night, Emlin never thought that the other party would not open the door in the morning. After reading the note, he turned around and left the Harvest Church excitedly and rushed here by means of transportation, hoping to get the information as soon as possible.
In order to save time, he even endured the cramped environment and unpleasant smell of the steam subway.
At this moment, Emlin was a little angry, but clearly knew that it was him who made the mistake. He could only walk slowly around the Ironmen Street with a stern face, indicating that he did not come in vain.
Just as he was about to approach a taxi car parked on the street, a familiar figure suddenly swept out of the corner of his eyes.
The other party was wearing a brown dome hat, an old coat, and a very torn shoulder bag. It was Ian, a black market arms and intelligence businessman.
Hehe, my intuition is still very accurate, I knew he would appear so early!Emlin turned angry and happily, put his hands in his pockets, walked over leisurely, blocked Ian, and chuckled:
Good morning.
Ian looked up at the handsome man in front of him and responded with a little surprise:
Good morning, Mr. White, you should have come in the evening.
It seems to be very suitable now.Emlin smiled in a good mood, Ian, why do you wear the same clothes and dress up in the same clothes every time you see you?
Ian said indifferently:
This makes me look more mature and low-key.
Of course, the main reason is that I don’t have money.
The following sentence he added in a joke.
I'm looking forward to you wearing this in summer.Emlin sneered.
Then I will take off my coat.Ian said as he took out two pieces of paper from his shabby shoulder bag. It was the reward order that Emlin had given him before, and someone had seen this person in the East District.
He handed one of the papers to Emlin, marked with Argos.
Seeing that there was really a clue to the believer of the Primitive Moon, Emlin asked happily:
Where is he?
Ian didn't answer, looking at him without saying a word.
Emlin had experience, so he immediately took out his wallet and counted 150 pounds to the other party:
This is your reward.
Ian smiled and said:
Still half the distance.
Still half the distance?Emlin almost wanted the black market arms and intelligence merchants in front of him to know the power of the blood clan, because the agreement was for effective clues of 20 pounds and the locked position was 150 pounds.
However, he quickly savored the other party's hidden meaning and asked in surprise:
Another one was found?
Yes.Ian handed over the remaining paper in his hand. When my friend was observing Argos and determining his residence, he found that he had met the gentleman named Gallis Kevin, so we mastered the residence of two targets at the same time.
……very good.Emlin emptied his wallet and raised another 150 pounds to Ian.
He was in a very happy mood, and he felt that the ancestor and Mr. Fool were protecting him, because there were only five targets in this batch. He had already hunted one, and now he had two clues. As long as he succeeded, no matter how other blood tribes did, he could declare that he had won the final victory.
Ian counted carefully and checked the bills, lowered his voice:
Argos is on the third floor of the apartment on 6 Limestone Street, East Side, opposite the public bathroom.
Gallis Kevin is also in the East Side and lives on the room on the first floor of 19 Beluga Street by the stairs.
I will confirm your information, and I believe you will not give up on your business here for just £300.Emlin nodded slightly, spoke half-warned and half-remindedly, and then laughed, how could they be found so easily?
Ian's red eyes turned slightly, and he looked around and said:
First, many bounty hunters are my friends, and they have a wide range of informants in the East Side.
Second, the two gentlemen were not well disguised enough. They were in the East District, but there was a clear difference from the people around them.If they are willing to change into ragged clothes and do more than 12 hours of hard work every day, I believe they are hard to find in the East District where people are chaotic.
In this way, I have to pay attention to the differences in the environment... Emlin said silently, feeling that he had learned some skills again.
He didn't plan to go to the East Side now, because even if he succeeded during the day, it would be difficult to evacuate without causing any movement. This is a very dangerous behavior in Beckland, which means that the person who was punished or the person who was on duty just after sneaking home was found.
After Emlin prepares for the Tarot party, he comes from 8 to 9 pm and decides when to start depending on the situation.
The Primitive Moon believer before is pretty good, and these two shouldn't be bad either. Although I'm sure, I'm just relying on myself, and I always feel that it's not safe enough... Emlin waved goodbye to Ian while thinking about the problem, and took a taxi carriage to the south of the bridge.
…………
The capital of East Chester County, Stoon City.
Audrey stood behind the railing and watched the male servants put the items they brought from the family castle to the appropriate places. The scene was lively but orderly, and it was not at all chaotic.
I sent someone to Associate Professor Michelle to tell him that I would visit the Antiquities Collection and Conservation Foundation tomorrow... I hope they have obtained some items related to extraordinary... Audrey thought divergently for a while, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, and she was proud of her decision to donate money to establish the foundation.
Her green eyes, as beautiful as a gem, turned around and saw the time on the wall clock, hurriedly restrained her various thoughts, turned around and walked back to her bedroom.
In a corner of the bedroom, the golden-retriever dog Susie is lying on the ground, with her front legs crossed and resting, which has a very elegant charm.
In front of it was a spread out book, with lines of words written on it.
Susie raised one of her front legs from time to time, fiddled with it, and let the book turn pages, reading it very seriously.
Every time I see Susie like this, I feel a little ashamed... Audrey, you can't relax in your studies!Audrey motivated herself, slowly moved closer, ready to let Susie go outside the door to guard.
Susie raised her head, looked at Audrey, stood up quickly and said:
I see!
After saying that, it jogged out of the bedroom with brisk steps, not forgetting to close the door.
...I haven't said anything yet.Audrey blinked and muttered to herself.
She had done similar instructions many times. In order not to let Susie notice that she would stay alone in the room every Monday to 3:00 p.m. to 3:30 p.m., and not let people get close to the dog, she deliberately did similar things at other times, pretending to have parties, pretending to be alone, and keeping regular chaos.
I have to say that Susie's presence effectively improves my motivation to learn, efficiency and strictness in handling things... I can't make myself inferior to a dog!
However, being more powerful than a dog doesn’t seem to be a praising statement... Audrey bulged her cheeks with self-deprecatingness, sat down to the bed, waiting for the Tarot party to begin.
…………
At 3 pm, above the fog.
A series of crimson figures rose up on both sides of the bronze long table at the same time, and then solidified into a blurred state.
Good afternoon, Mr. ‘Follower’ ~ Justice Audrey stood up and saluted in a brisk tone.
The other members also greeted each other and received a nod to the person at the top of the mottled long table.
While sitting down, the magician Fors couldn't help but look at Mr. World at the bottom, thinking about how he would speak later.
In addition to relaying the teacher's answer to Ms. Hermit, she is also preparing to do a few things. One is to tell Mr. World that given the difficulty of the task, she can add a reward, but needs to wait for a while. This is because the house is always sold not so quickly. The other is that after repeated thinking, she thought of a good way to make money and improve her strength. That is the inspiration from the behavior of the world: Rent Lemano's travel notes!
When a member needs similar items to briefly improve his combat effectiveness in order to deal with certain situations, he can rent Lemano's travel notes from her. The rent is divided into two parts, one part is cash, not too expensive, and the part is replaced by extraordinary ability to record, which means that the renter must promise that when returning the magic book, there will be more pages of the written chapters on it.
Of course, as a provider, Fors will record the apprentice's useful abilities such as opening doors, so that the renters can get corresponding help.
The most prone thing about this transaction is that the tenant may no longer return it, but there is a witness by Mr. Fool in the Tarot, and Fors believes that no one will be greedy and stupid.
The accident of the leaser's death, Lemano's travel notes, is a small probability event. After everyone knows that you can pray to Mr. Fool in a critical moment, it is even more a small probability among the small probability!
How can there be no risk in doing business?... You have to communicate well with Mr. World to determine the time period he wants to use so as not to conflict... Fors retracted his gaze and heard the lady of the Hermit speak:
Dear Mr. Fool, this time there are two pages of the diary of Rossell.
Since contacting the Mysterious Queen, the acquisition of the diary has been terrifyingly stable... Klein nodded slightly and chuckled:
very good.
After a brief silence, the Hermit Gadriya showed two pages of yellow-brown paper, watching them jump to the palm of Mr. Fool in a shuttle-like posture of the spiritual world.
Klein then slowly lowered his gaze and looked at the diary in his hand:
December 29th, it is almost the new year.
All the mausoleums have been built, and there is no turning back.
After Emlin White got out of the carriage, he stood there, staring blankly in front of him, almost forgetting to avoid the sunlight.
At this time, the main entrance of the bar was tightly closed, showing no sign of opening.
As a rare savage who has only entered a bar like a few times at night, Emlin never thought that the other party would not open the door in the morning. After reading the note, he turned around and left the Harvest Church excitedly and rushed here by means of transportation, hoping to get the information as soon as possible.
In order to save time, he even endured the cramped environment and unpleasant smell of the steam subway.
At this moment, Emlin was a little angry, but clearly knew that it was him who made the mistake. He could only walk slowly around the Ironmen Street with a stern face, indicating that he did not come in vain.
Just as he was about to approach a taxi car parked on the street, a familiar figure suddenly swept out of the corner of his eyes.
The other party was wearing a brown dome hat, an old coat, and a very torn shoulder bag. It was Ian, a black market arms and intelligence businessman.
Hehe, my intuition is still very accurate, I knew he would appear so early!Emlin turned angry and happily, put his hands in his pockets, walked over leisurely, blocked Ian, and chuckled:
Good morning.
Ian looked up at the handsome man in front of him and responded with a little surprise:
Good morning, Mr. White, you should have come in the evening.
It seems to be very suitable now.Emlin smiled in a good mood, Ian, why do you wear the same clothes and dress up in the same clothes every time you see you?
Ian said indifferently:
This makes me look more mature and low-key.
Of course, the main reason is that I don’t have money.
The following sentence he added in a joke.
I'm looking forward to you wearing this in summer.Emlin sneered.
Then I will take off my coat.Ian said as he took out two pieces of paper from his shabby shoulder bag. It was the reward order that Emlin had given him before, and someone had seen this person in the East District.
He handed one of the papers to Emlin, marked with Argos.
Seeing that there was really a clue to the believer of the Primitive Moon, Emlin asked happily:
Where is he?
Ian didn't answer, looking at him without saying a word.
Emlin had experience, so he immediately took out his wallet and counted 150 pounds to the other party:
This is your reward.
Ian smiled and said:
Still half the distance.
Still half the distance?Emlin almost wanted the black market arms and intelligence merchants in front of him to know the power of the blood clan, because the agreement was for effective clues of 20 pounds and the locked position was 150 pounds.
However, he quickly savored the other party's hidden meaning and asked in surprise:
Another one was found?
Yes.Ian handed over the remaining paper in his hand. When my friend was observing Argos and determining his residence, he found that he had met the gentleman named Gallis Kevin, so we mastered the residence of two targets at the same time.
……very good.Emlin emptied his wallet and raised another 150 pounds to Ian.
He was in a very happy mood, and he felt that the ancestor and Mr. Fool were protecting him, because there were only five targets in this batch. He had already hunted one, and now he had two clues. As long as he succeeded, no matter how other blood tribes did, he could declare that he had won the final victory.
Ian counted carefully and checked the bills, lowered his voice:
Argos is on the third floor of the apartment on 6 Limestone Street, East Side, opposite the public bathroom.
Gallis Kevin is also in the East Side and lives on the room on the first floor of 19 Beluga Street by the stairs.
I will confirm your information, and I believe you will not give up on your business here for just £300.Emlin nodded slightly, spoke half-warned and half-remindedly, and then laughed, how could they be found so easily?
Ian's red eyes turned slightly, and he looked around and said:
First, many bounty hunters are my friends, and they have a wide range of informants in the East Side.
Second, the two gentlemen were not well disguised enough. They were in the East District, but there was a clear difference from the people around them.If they are willing to change into ragged clothes and do more than 12 hours of hard work every day, I believe they are hard to find in the East District where people are chaotic.
In this way, I have to pay attention to the differences in the environment... Emlin said silently, feeling that he had learned some skills again.
He didn't plan to go to the East Side now, because even if he succeeded during the day, it would be difficult to evacuate without causing any movement. This is a very dangerous behavior in Beckland, which means that the person who was punished or the person who was on duty just after sneaking home was found.
After Emlin prepares for the Tarot party, he comes from 8 to 9 pm and decides when to start depending on the situation.
The Primitive Moon believer before is pretty good, and these two shouldn't be bad either. Although I'm sure, I'm just relying on myself, and I always feel that it's not safe enough... Emlin waved goodbye to Ian while thinking about the problem, and took a taxi carriage to the south of the bridge.
…………
The capital of East Chester County, Stoon City.
Audrey stood behind the railing and watched the male servants put the items they brought from the family castle to the appropriate places. The scene was lively but orderly, and it was not at all chaotic.
I sent someone to Associate Professor Michelle to tell him that I would visit the Antiquities Collection and Conservation Foundation tomorrow... I hope they have obtained some items related to extraordinary... Audrey thought divergently for a while, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, and she was proud of her decision to donate money to establish the foundation.
Her green eyes, as beautiful as a gem, turned around and saw the time on the wall clock, hurriedly restrained her various thoughts, turned around and walked back to her bedroom.
In a corner of the bedroom, the golden-retriever dog Susie is lying on the ground, with her front legs crossed and resting, which has a very elegant charm.
In front of it was a spread out book, with lines of words written on it.
Susie raised one of her front legs from time to time, fiddled with it, and let the book turn pages, reading it very seriously.
Every time I see Susie like this, I feel a little ashamed... Audrey, you can't relax in your studies!Audrey motivated herself, slowly moved closer, ready to let Susie go outside the door to guard.
Susie raised her head, looked at Audrey, stood up quickly and said:
I see!
After saying that, it jogged out of the bedroom with brisk steps, not forgetting to close the door.
...I haven't said anything yet.Audrey blinked and muttered to herself.
She had done similar instructions many times. In order not to let Susie notice that she would stay alone in the room every Monday to 3:00 p.m. to 3:30 p.m., and not let people get close to the dog, she deliberately did similar things at other times, pretending to have parties, pretending to be alone, and keeping regular chaos.
I have to say that Susie's presence effectively improves my motivation to learn, efficiency and strictness in handling things... I can't make myself inferior to a dog!
However, being more powerful than a dog doesn’t seem to be a praising statement... Audrey bulged her cheeks with self-deprecatingness, sat down to the bed, waiting for the Tarot party to begin.
…………
At 3 pm, above the fog.
A series of crimson figures rose up on both sides of the bronze long table at the same time, and then solidified into a blurred state.
Good afternoon, Mr. ‘Follower’ ~ Justice Audrey stood up and saluted in a brisk tone.
The other members also greeted each other and received a nod to the person at the top of the mottled long table.
While sitting down, the magician Fors couldn't help but look at Mr. World at the bottom, thinking about how he would speak later.
In addition to relaying the teacher's answer to Ms. Hermit, she is also preparing to do a few things. One is to tell Mr. World that given the difficulty of the task, she can add a reward, but needs to wait for a while. This is because the house is always sold not so quickly. The other is that after repeated thinking, she thought of a good way to make money and improve her strength. That is the inspiration from the behavior of the world: Rent Lemano's travel notes!
When a member needs similar items to briefly improve his combat effectiveness in order to deal with certain situations, he can rent Lemano's travel notes from her. The rent is divided into two parts, one part is cash, not too expensive, and the part is replaced by extraordinary ability to record, which means that the renter must promise that when returning the magic book, there will be more pages of the written chapters on it.
Of course, as a provider, Fors will record the apprentice's useful abilities such as opening doors, so that the renters can get corresponding help.
The most prone thing about this transaction is that the tenant may no longer return it, but there is a witness by Mr. Fool in the Tarot, and Fors believes that no one will be greedy and stupid.
The accident of the leaser's death, Lemano's travel notes, is a small probability event. After everyone knows that you can pray to Mr. Fool in a critical moment, it is even more a small probability among the small probability!
How can there be no risk in doing business?... You have to communicate well with Mr. World to determine the time period he wants to use so as not to conflict... Fors retracted his gaze and heard the lady of the Hermit speak:
Dear Mr. Fool, this time there are two pages of the diary of Rossell.
Since contacting the Mysterious Queen, the acquisition of the diary has been terrifyingly stable... Klein nodded slightly and chuckled:
very good.
After a brief silence, the Hermit Gadriya showed two pages of yellow-brown paper, watching them jump to the palm of Mr. Fool in a shuttle-like posture of the spiritual world.
Klein then slowly lowered his gaze and looked at the diary in his hand:
December 29th, it is almost the new year.
All the mausoleums have been built, and there is no turning back.
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