Chapter 224 That Man

After turning his body sideways to avoid a rampaging drunk, Emlyn frowned and flicked his clothes, and continued to squeeze towards the bar counter.

During this process, he didn't seem to do anything, but he always kept the drinkers around him out of reach. Regardless of his speed, agility, or body balance and coordination, they all reached a terrifying level.

Finally, Emlyn came to the bar counter and tapped on the wooden board with his fingers:

"Where's Ian?"

The bartender glanced at him, didn't say a word, and continued to wipe the glass with his head down.

"..." Emlyn froze on the spot, feeling that he must have done something wrong and didn't get the expected answer. This made him a little annoyed and wanted to reach forward and drag the bartender out.

However, he thought it was ungentlemanlike, so he suppressed his emotions forcibly, looked around and found that everyone was drinking.

After thinking about it, Emlyn tentatively said:

"A glass of Ormere."

The bartender stopped wiping the glass, raised his head, looked at the handsome man with black hair and red pupils with strange eyes, and said:

"No."

This is the top red wine in the world, and the price is astonishing!

Emlyn is not stupid. From the eyes of the other party, he realized that he ordered the wrong wine, and recalled carefully:

"A glass of Southwell beer."

"Five pence." The bartender finally put the glass and dishcloth down.

Emlyn directly took out the 1 soli banknote and said:

"No change."

"Thank you." The bartender pointed to the left, "Ian is in card room No. 1."

Emlyn immediately drew a smile. He was happy and proud that he had solved a real problem. He didn't go to get the glass of Southwell beer, but turned around and walked to the No. 1 card room.

Boom boom boom! He knocked on the door very politely.

"Please come in." A slightly green voice came out.

Emlyn adjusted his neckline, pushed the door open and entered, and found that the scene inside was different from what he had expected.

When he thought about it, since it was a poker room, there must be a bunch of people around the long table, playing Texas Hold'em and other events. Who knew there were seven or eight people, but no poker appeared, and a blank sheet of paper was placed in front of each participant. , I don’t know what to record in a mess, except for these, there are only pens and multi-sided dice on the table.

Emlyn intuitively set his sights on the youngest among them. It was a handsome boy with bright red eyes, who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Ian?" Emlyn asked in confirmation.

Ian nodded and smiled:

"Yes, sir, do you have anything to do? Or would you like to join us in this game?"

"Game?" Emlyn asked instinctively.

Ian laughed and said:

"Yes, games, I don't like playing cards, and I don't like billiards, but I have to find something to do when I stay here every day. I found inspiration from the biography of Emperor Russell, that is to organize some people, sit Together, try an adventure on paper.

"In this game, as long as you follow the rules, you can be anyone, a doctor, an adventurer who likes to eat vegetables, a private eye who always carries a wrench and a pipe, or an archaeologist who likes to whim. home, and then go to an ancient castle together, find stories hidden in history, and fight various monsters."

"Sounds interesting." Emlyn inexplicably felt that such a game was very suitable for him.

"Haha, do you want to participate? We are involved in a conspiracy this time, and we will face a powerful ancient vampire. He seems to have a handsome face, but his skin is full of pus bubbles from the burning blood." Ian warmly invited.

Bloodline, thank you! Emlyn's face twitched invisibly, and he said directly:

"I have something to entrust to you."

"Okay... let's go to the next room." Ian stood up with his bowler hat and old satchel.

Next door is the billiards room, and no one is in it. The big boy with skillful movements closed the door, checked around, looked at Emlyn and said:

"Sir, I don't know you. I don't know who introduced you?"

Emlyn raised his chin slightly, and said with a smile:

"Sherlock Moriarty."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly glanced left and right, raised his hand and pinched his nose.

"It turned out to be Detective Moriarty." Ian breathed a sigh of relief without concealing it. "Then I'm relieved. By the way, didn't he go to Disey Bay for vacation? When did he come back?"

Emlyn put down his right hand and said with an unchanged expression:

"He didn't come back, I went to look for him at his rented place.

"Frankly, normal vacations should end in mid-to-late January, and now it's April."

"Did something happen to him?" Ian asked with some concern.

Emlyn thought about the ability and mystery displayed by Sherlock Moriarty, shook his head and said:

"Maybe just getting involved in a complicated case."

Ian didn't say any more, and asked instead:

"What should I call you? What commission do you have?"

"You can just call me Mr. White." Emlyn took out a piece of paper similar to a wanted warrant, "Help me find these five people."

Ian took it, looked through it carefully for a while and said:

"A valid clue costs 20 pounds, and a confirmed location costs 150 pounds. Is that acceptable?"

"No problem." Emlyn felt that the price was simply too cheap.

Compared with this, his asking price at the Tarot Club seemed too exaggerated.

Ian folded the papers and finally asked:

"Mr. White, if there is a clue, where should I find you?"

"The Harvest Church in the south area of ​​the bridge." Emlyn had already thought of the answer.

Hearing this, Ian looked at him in surprise and said:

"Are you a believer in the 'Mother Earth'? This is very rare in Backlund."

"No!" Emlyn shook his head resolutely, "I'm just doing volunteer work there."

Before Ian could speak, he asked first:

"Who did you get your red eyes from?"

When I saw Ian just now, he wanted to ask this question, because in ancient times, red eyes belonged to the symbolic feature of blood races. However, in the fourth era, humans and blood races had lived together for a long time. Therefore, the residents of the empire formed extensive friendships and gave birth to many descendants. The number of "hybrids" with bright red eyes gradually increased, and they were passed down from generation to generation, becoming one of the uncommon eye colors among human beings.

To put it simply, every red-eyed human ancestor has a blood race.

Ian replied in a daze:

"My father... I don't know any further, because I'm a waif."

It seems that it does not belong to the kind that is still connected with the blood race... Emlyn was a little disappointed and paid 20 pounds in advance, then turned and left the billiard room.

After he left, Ian did not return to the card room immediately, but closed the door again, and said to the air:

"Detective Moriarty hasn't returned to Backlund yet, so I'm a little worried about him."

A figure suddenly appeared in the void of the billiard room. She had a pale face and delicate features. She was wearing a small black soft hat and a gothic court dress of the same style. It was Sharon the Wraith.

"He's doing well." Sharon replied without any emotional ups and downs, and his figure immediately blurred and disappeared.

"I say that every time, don't tell me you have been communicating with Detective Moriarty..." Ian muttered in a low voice, and picked up the newspaper in the corner of the billiard room.

On the top is "Tasoke News", and below it is "Sea News". The latter originally mainly reported the situation of the different colonies of the Loen Kingdom and what happened at sea. The sea news to Backlund is seriously outdated, and is of little use to those in need, so the sales are not good, and the situation is getting worse.

Afterwards, under the suggestion of the new editor-in-chief, the style of the newspaper changed, and there were a lot of rumors at sea, as well as various strange deeds about pirates and adventurers, which seemed more like a compilation of stories than a news report.

Unexpectedly, this style is quite popular, especially some content involving ghosts, ghosts, sea monsters and treasures. It has become the first choice for the few people who know the words to brag to the majority of illiterates in various bars. It sounds fake, but it's interesting enough.

Ian flipped through the newspapers randomly, but couldn't find anything to pay attention to. He was only impressed by a report in "Sea News":

"It is reported that on the evening of the 25th, the fleet of the 'Undead King' attacked a ship returning to Feysac from East Balam, and robbed all the goods and money, and the 'Slaughter' Kirchies, like his Just like the title, a bloody 'funeral' was completed..."

These pirates are really arrogant... Ian shook his head, put down the newspaper, returned to the card room, and continued his game.

Outside the bar, Emlyn boarded the carriage, leaned against the wall of the carriage, and watched the streetlights slowly recede.

He pinched his nose again, and said silently to himself:

"A 'resentful soul'?

"Ian, a weapon dealer, is indeed very resourceful... not bad!"

Emlyn then closed his eyes, expecting more from his commission.

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The sunlight from outside the window dyed the captain's cabin golden.

Edwina sat on a chair, held a book, looked across and said:

"So, do you also think that the three empires of Solomon, Tudor, and Trunsost once existed side by side?"

"This is exactly the necessary condition for the 'Battle of the Four Emperors'." Klein simply responded.

He is holding the "Book of the Three Worlds" in his hand, which originated from a member of the life school, and then fell into the hands of "Vice General Iceberg". , there is some content about spells, some of which are profound, and Klein is focusing on researching this today, hoping to find a way to make better use of the "Scepter of the Sea God" and the "Insect of Time".

Klein actually discovered that the books collected by "Vice Admiral Iceberg" are all kinds of unsystematic ancient documents, which is inconsistent with the characteristics of her church being backed by the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom". Therefore, he guessed that in the "Knowledge and Wisdom" Within the "God of Wisdom" church, the orthodox and systematic mystic knowledge is forbidden to be disclosed to people who are not from the church.

Just as Edwina was about to ask again, she suddenly noticed that the speed of the "Golden Dream" was gradually slowing down, so she raised her head and looked out the window, after a few glances, she said coldly:

"Bayam is here."

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