Chapter 440 Craftsman

In the mirror, Xifa saw that there was a wound stretching diagonally on his shoulder. Fortunately, the wound was not deep and no stitches were needed. Relatively speaking, the wound on the thigh is relatively shallow, and it will heal itself even if it is not treated.

"I'm starting to miss Mr. 'Doctor'." Xifa shrugged his shoulders. If 'Doctor' was here, this injury would be healed immediately.

However, the current problem does not lie in this injury, even if it is an injury on the shoulder, Xifa can handle it by himself.

The real problem lies in the subsequent raid of the Feysacs. That 'Iron Knight' should be what the police called 'Your Excellency Sevic'.

If there is no accident, that demigod is likely to be a member of the Feysac Empire Army. Although I escaped under his hands, if I were that lord, I would order the police to seal off the town and hunt for suspicious outsiders .

The hotel will be the key object of exclusion. Once the police come to the door, it will be difficult for me to explain the injuries on my body.

"However, if it's just the police, I have a way to deal with it." Sifa quickly treated the wound for himself, then put on his clothes, and put a spell in his pocket.

Boom!

Boom!

Suddenly there was a rapid and forceful knock on the door.

"Open the door! The people inside open the door immediately!"

Before Xifa could open the door, there was a slam, and the door was violently smashed open, and several uniformed Fusac policemen rushed in. Their violentness could be compared to that of the 'Punisher'.

"Why don't you open the door right away!" A policeman wearing a soft hat and bushy beard asked loudly.

Xifa half-raised his hand and said innocently: "Mr. Police, I am taking a nap, and I was about to open the door when I heard the knock on the door, but you guys are faster."

Another younger policeman shouted loudly: "Stop talking, take off your clothes immediately!"

Xifa looked 'shocked': "Mr. Police, may I ask why?"

"Okay, if you want to know, then follow us back to the police station!"

"Okay, okay, I'll take it off now."

Sifa turned around, hesitated, and took off his coat hesitantly.

The two policemen behind couldn't bear his slow speed, rushed over and roughly took off Xifa's clothes one by one, and after a while, Xifa was naked.

He hugged himself with both hands, he didn't know whether it was cold or angry, his whole body trembled slightly in the room, his eyes were angry and ashamed, and he shouted: "What are you doing!"

The two policemen looked back and forth at Xifa's shoulder several times, finally shook their heads, threw the clothes to him and said, "Don't go out casually these two days if you have nothing to do, you'd better get out of here quickly, Loen people!"

Several policemen pulled up their bonnets, walked out of the room, and knocked on the door of another guest room.

Sifa closed the door, exhaled lightly, and glanced over his shoulder. There was still a bandage there, and the wound was still there.

But in the eyes of the Feysac police just now, there were no bandages or wounds on his shoulders, which was due to the 'illusion' spell.

Just as Xifa guessed, that 'Lord Siewicz' launched the police in the town to search for him, and the Fusac policeman asked him to strip his body for inspection, in order to check whether there were any new injuries on his body.

Searches and exclusions like this lasted a whole day.

In the afternoon, Sifayue came to Harry's watch shop. He opened the door and saw a black cat jump off the counter, and then stuck his head out beside him, looking at himself as an unexpected visitor.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Raleigh." Behind the counter, Harry, who was repairing a pocket watch, raised his head, looked at Sifer, and greeted him with a smile.

"Good afternoon." Sifa took off his hat, pressed it to his chest, and responded with a smile.

"Wait a minute, we'll go right away." The watchmaker packed up his things, then threw a piece of dried fish to the black cat in the corner, then carefully stepped over the sundries on the ground and came to the door.

After the two left the watch shop, they both lowered their hat brims and walked quickly.

"I heard an explosion in the morning. I don't know where the gas pipe exploded. It was really scary. You see, there are even more policemen on the street than usual."

From time to time, the young watchmaker secretly looked at the passing policemen with his eyes, and started thinking about it, making up a drama of the police chasing the robbers.

They came to the outskirts of the town, followed a winding path, and found a slightly dilapidated house. Above the house, the chimney was emitting a string of gray smoke.

"This is the house I found for Mr. Abbott. He transformed it into a workshop. He is often away..."

Harry pointed to the chimney on the house: "However, if there is smoke there, it means that Mr. Abbott has not gone out."

He stepped forward quickly, pushed open the wooden door, and called loudly, "Mr. Abbott?"

No one in the room responded, but it could be seen that the lights were on, and when the door was opened, the convective air formed a wind, bringing out the strong smell of alcohol, which made Sifa frowned.

Follow the watchmaker into the house, there is no floor on the gravel floor, and empty wine bottles can be seen everywhere.

The room contained various tools, modules, items such as a stove, anvil, sledgehammer, and a blower.

Just near the window, there was an old sofa with a middle-aged man lying on it. His gray hair was not trimmed, hanging down in strands, and he, with a thick beard growing around his lips, was sleeping soundly.

He hung one hand from the armrest of the sofa to the ground, and an empty wine bottle in his hand fell to the ground, making a noise, and he shivered, rubbing his eyes and sitting up.

"Mr. Abbott, this is the Mr. Raleigh I told you about." The watchmaker stepped over several wine bottles on the ground and walked towards the man on the sofa.

Only then did Mr. Craftsman yawn and stand up, then found a bottle of wine that was not finished, took a sip, turned and looked at Xifa: "You have to use the extraordinary characteristics of the 'devil' to build a revolver ?”

"Yes." Sifa nodded.

Abbott stretched out his callused hand: "Where's the stuff?"

Xifa took out the glass bottle containing the extraordinary properties like black smoke, and said in a deep voice, "This is an item worth at least 6,000 pounds. How can you ensure that it will not be lost or exchanged for gold coins by you?"

Abbott glanced at Sifer with his gloomy eyes, but without answering, went to a cabinet, took out a box from it, and threw it to Sifer.

Xifa reached out to catch it, opened the box, and inside lay a pair of very ordinary black-rimmed glasses.

"This is?" He looked at the 'craftsman'.

Abbott scratched his hair, looked up at the sky, as if he was thinking about something, and said with an undulating tone as if he was endorsing: "This is an item I made not long ago, and it has not been named yet. Well, call it for the time being." Magic glasses' bar." (Note 1)

So casual, Xifa laughed dryly: "What ability does it have?"

"It is built with the characteristics of 'Recorder', which can record and store the ability it sees."

Note 1: This is an item provided by the old Feng Shui master in the "Magic Item Collection Building". I modified it and changed the gloves into glasses. After all, there are a lot of gloves. Thank you~