Chapter 393 Sequence 7 Winner

Saturday morning.

In Dismoko's residence, Yago was preparing his own breakfast.

Shortly after Yago took the potion and was promoted, Hugein also took the potion and was promoted to "Victor".

Seeing Shugeyin's relaxed look, Yago felt even more that he was a big burden.

Throughout the whole process, he was dragging the progress of Shugeyin.

Yago is also quite envious of the ability of the "winner".

According to Hugein, the victor's ability is "modification".

It is somewhat similar to the ability of the "showman", and also somewhat similar to the "hat trick" of the phantom thief.

The ability to remove a characteristic or attribute of something that exists.

It can also be reversed, adding a feature and attribute to things.

After a certain period of time, these modified things will be restored.

It is an ability with a wide range and vague description. The only limitation is that it must be added and erased for a specific target. When adding or erasing attributes, it can only be erased one by one. And the consumption is not small.

This sequence name and ability made Yago think of a saying that historical nihilists often say——

"History is written by the victors."

Yago is very envious of Shugeyin's ability, but it's okay.

He has been promoted to a bone picker, and his combat effectiveness has also improved.

Now, it's time to build your organization while looking for costumed people and wizard masks.

The schedule of activities is really dense.

And, now, he can be an organization by himself.

"Knight" Longfellow, "Red Queen" Mersis, "Corpse Collector" Erdance.

Calling Longfellow and Moxis directly during the fight afterwards is equivalent to throwing a "Dressed Ball" directly.

Well, just thinking about it.

However, at this moment, outside the door, the bell of the newspaper box was rang.

After a pause, Yago put the buttered bread back on the plate, walked out of the door, opened the door and walked to the newspaper box at the gate of the small yard, and took out the newspaper box that had just been stuffed into it. , rolled up newspapers and magazines.

Back in the house, Yago opened the newspaper and skillfully searched for information about cases that might be related to Extraordinary people.

"Financial Economist"

Scanning the name of the newspaper, Yago browsed the book-like newspapers and magazines Dismok subscribed to.

Gold trade, antique trade, book publishing.

Yago looked all the way over, and his eyes glanced at the purpose of Desmok's subscription - the antique trading section, and fell on the book publishing section:

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[The new book of the famous writer Watson John will be published by the publishing house under the Tekes Group, and will be officially published and sold on January 12. ]

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[On the 29th, the number of copies sold for the new work "Wild Rider" of Don Tesche's poetry collection.]

Don Tesche?

Yago recalled the name, the writer who was poached by the Greenton newspaper in Dilud City.

After thinking for a while, Yago covered the newspaper and browsed another daily newspaper.

Burglary, theft, homicide, disappearance, gang fights.

Similar to other capital newspapers, this newspaper exaggerates the occurrence of various cases, and then uses it to output things like "the police are useless" and "the management department fails to do its job".

In this fantasy world, the police are useless to begin with.

After looking around, Yago's eyes suddenly stopped, and then read the above text:

"There have been many cases of cannibalism in the city recently. The laundryman Doreen was bitten to death on her way home at night, and most of her body was eaten."

"The Health Promotion Association of Hongqiangwei City calls for the culling of stray animals. There are more than one million cases of stray animals hurting people in the city every year"

"The Animal Protection Association expressed its opposition. Animals are also alive. Animals are friends of human beings and cannot be culled just because they hurt people."

eat human?

Yago's eyes paused at the places where several cases occurred. After thinking for a while, he dug out a map of Red Rose City from the bookshelf of Dismoko's house, which was more decorative than practical.

Hmm. It seems that there are no rules. Have you thought about it?

It's better to get the Huahua newspaper first.

In the outer circle of the west district of the city, Wolfman opened the door, stood at the door and yawned.

Because it is close to the Central Economic Zone, this place is fairly clean, and there is no bad smell coming in.

After trembling for a few days, Wolfman, who had nothing happened, rubbed his wrists, turned around and slammed the door, and was about to go out.

However, the moment he closed the door, a hand was on his shoulder.

This familiar movement and voice made Wolfman's body stiff:

"Mr. Grantham, it seems that you are in a good mood today?"

Wolfman turned his head, and saw a smiling young man raised the civilized stick in his hand, and behind him, a tall man stared at him coldly, with a completely undisguised revolver on his waist. The handle of the gun gave Wolfman a chill.

Then, the young man without any expression change spit out some words:

"Maybe we should talk about it."

In the afternoon, Louisa Grantham walked out of the newspaper office in the Baroque-style old building of the Flower Newspaper Office.

But just as she was walking towards the bus stop sign, a familiar figure looking around made her stop.

Taking a deep breath, she walked towards him.

"Wolfman!" Luisa's voice jumped the man whose back was turned to her.

Turning around in a panic, Wolfman breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was Luisa.

"What's the matter with you? What are you doing here?"

Luisa asked with a serious face and a low voice.

"No, nothing." Wolfman stammered, "I'm just here to see if I can find a job."

For Luisa, the most obvious lie made her complexion even more ugly:

"In the end what happened?"

According to her understanding, let alone looking for a job, she would have to thank the God of Twilight for Wolfman not to gamble.

Facing Luisa's increasingly ugly face, Wolfman couldn't help shrinking his neck:

"I, I, I was blackmailed."

Louisa's heart sank. Looking at the other person's expression, she knew that things were definitely not that simple:

"Say, what's going on?"

"I, I picked up an empty wallet, but the owner came and asked me to return it."

Wolfman made up a lie out of breath, but Louisa's increasingly ugly expression made him add one last sentence:

"There was only a little money in it, and I spent it."

"One point?" Luisa raised her voice slightly, "How much is one point?"

".3 gold." Wolfman's throat twitched.

"I'll ask you one last time, how much is it?"

At this time, she suddenly noticed that the other party's gaze seemed to be looking somewhere.

Luisa's heart skipped a beat, and she turned her head quickly.

"For your sake, Ms. Louisa, it's worth 100 gold."

Yago said with a smile on his face.