Chapter 57 Respective Week 1

At 9:30 in the morning, Backlund Bridge area, Iron Gate Street, Bar of the Brave.

After Emlyn White got off the carriage, he stood there blankly, staring blankly ahead, almost forgetting to avoid the sunlight.

At this time, the main entrance of the bar was firmly closed, with no sign of opening.

As a Strigoi who seldom comes out for activities and has only entered a bar like this a few times at night, Emlyn 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. Came 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 bad smell of the steam subway.

At this moment, Emlyn was a little angry, but he knew clearly that he was the one who made the mistake, so he could only keep a straight face, and walked around Iron Gate Street slowly, expressing that he didn't come in vain.

Just as he was about to get close to a rented carriage parked on the street, he suddenly saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

The other party was wearing a brown bowler hat, an old overcoat, and a very torn satchel. He was Ian, a black market arms and intelligence dealer.

Hehe, my intuition is still very accurate, I knew he would appear so early! Emlyn turned his anger into joy, put his hands in his pockets, walked over leisurely, stood in front of Ian, chuckled and said:

"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 be here in the evening."

"It seems very suitable now." Emlyn smiled in a good mood, "Ian, why do you wear the same clothes and do similar outfits every time I see you?"

Ian said indifferently:

"It makes me appear more mature and low-key.

"Of course, the main reason is that I have no money."

He added the last sentence in a joking tone.

"I'm looking forward to you wearing it like this in summer." Emlyn sneered.

"Then I will take off my coat." Ian said as he took out two pieces of paper from his worn satchel. It was the "reward order" that Emlyn had given him before. "Someone has seen this person in the East District."

He handed one of the papers to Emlyn, on which Argos was marked.

Seeing that there are really clues of "primordial moon" believers, Emlyn happily asked:

"where is he?"

Ian didn't answer, just looked at him and smiled without saying a word.

Emlyn already 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:

"It's still halfway."

"It's still halfway there?" Emlyn almost wanted to let the black market munitions and intelligence dealers in front of him know how powerful the Blood Race was, because it was agreed at the beginning that effective clues would cost 20 pounds, and locked positions would cost 150 pounds.

However, he quickly figured out the hidden meaning of the other party, and asked in surprise:

"Found another one?"

"Yes." Ian handed over the remaining piece of paper in his hand, "When my friend was observing Argos and confirming his residence, he found that he had met this Mr. Galis Kevin. , so we have mastered the residence points of the two targets at the same time.”

"...Very good." Emlyn emptied his wallet and collected another 150 pounds for Ian.

He was in a very happy mood, and felt that both the ancestor and Mister Fool were protecting him, because there were only five targets in this group, and he had already hunted one, and now he got the clues of the other two, as long as he succeeds, no matter what other blood race No matter what he did, he could declare himself the final victory.

Ian carefully counted and checked the banknotes, and said in a low voice:

"Argos is on the third floor of the apartment building at No. 6 Limestone Street, East End, opposite the public washroom.

"Gallis Kevin is also in the East District, living in the room next to the stairs on the first floor of No. 19 Beluga Street."

"I will confirm your information. I believe you will not give up the business here for only 300 pounds." Emlyn nodded slightly, half warning and half reminding, and then he laughed, "Why are they so easy? was found?"

Ian's red eyes turned slightly,

He glanced left and right and said:

"One, a lot of the bounty hunters are my friends and they have extensive informants on the East Side.

"Second, the camouflage of those two gentlemen is not good enough. They are in the East District, but they are quite different from the people around them. If they are willing to change into tattered clothes and do hard labor for more than 12 hours a day, then I I believe they are hard to spot in the chaotic East End."

That's it, you have to pay attention to the difference in the environment to hide yourself... Emlyn silently muttered to himself, feeling that he had learned some skills.

He doesn't plan to go to the Eastern Borough right now, because even if he succeeds in the daytime operation, it will be difficult to evacuate without causing any disturbance. This is a very dangerous behavior in Backlund, which means that he may be "punished" as soon as he sneaks back home. or "Nighthawks" came to the door.

After Emlyn prepares for the Tarot meeting, come over from 8:00 to 9:00 in the evening, and decide when to do it according to the situation.

The previous believer of the "primordial moon" is not bad, and these two should not be bad. Although I am sure, but relying on myself alone, I still feel that it is not safe enough... Emlyn waved to Ian while thinking about the problem. Say goodbye, take a taxi to return to the direction of the south area of ​​the bridge.

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Storn City, the capital of East Chester County.

Audrey stood behind the railing, watching the servants and maids put the items they brought from the family castle into appropriate places. The scene was lively but orderly, not chaotic at all.

I will send someone to Associate Professor Michelle later, and tell him that I will visit the Antiquities Collection and Preservation Foundation tomorrow... I hope they have obtained some extraordinary items... Audrey thought about it for a while, the corner of her mouth I couldn't help rising slightly, proud of my decision to donate money to establish the foundation.

She rolled her emerald green eyes, which were as beautiful as jewels, and saw the time on the wall clock. She hurriedly restrained her thoughts, turned and walked back to her bedroom.

In the corner of the bedroom, Susie, a big golden retriever dog, was lying on the ground with her front legs crossed, giving her an elegant charm.

In front of it was an open book, with lines of words densely written on it.

From time to time, Susie raised a front leg, fiddled with it, and turned the pages of the book, reading very seriously.

Every time I see Susie like this, I feel a little ashamed... Audrey, you can't relax in your studies! Audrey encouraged herself, and slowly approached, preparing for Susie to guard the door.

Susie raised her head, glanced at Audrey, stood up quickly and said:

"I understand!"

After finishing speaking, it trotted briskly out of the bedroom, not forgetting to close the door.

"...I haven't said anything yet." Audrey blinked and whispered to herself.

She has made similar orders many times. In order not to let Susie notice that she will stay alone in the room from 3:00 to 3:30 every Monday afternoon, and keep people and dogs away, she deliberately does it at other times. Did something like that, pretended to have a party, pretended to be alone, and kept the chaos regular.

I have to say that the existence of Susie has effectively improved my motivation, efficiency and rigor in handling things...I can't let myself be inferior to a dog! However, being better than a dog doesn't seem to be a word of praise... Audrey puffed her cheeks in self-mocking, sat on the side of the bed, and waited for the Tarot meeting to start.

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At 3 p.m., above the gray fog.

A series of crimson figures jumped up on both sides of the long bronze table at the same time, and immediately solidified into a blurred state.

"Good afternoon, Mister Fool~" Audrey "Justice" got up and saluted briskly.

The rest of the members also greeted one after another, and got a nod response from the being at the top of the mottled long table.

In the process of sitting down, "Magician" Forsi couldn't help but glance at Mister "World" at the bottom, thinking about how she would speak later.

In addition to relaying the teacher's answer to Ms. "Hermit", she is going to do a few things. One is to tell Mister "World" that in view of the difficulty of the task, she can add an additional reward, but it will take a while, because Houses are not always sold so quickly. Second, after repeated thinking, she came up with a good way to make money and improve her own strength. It was inspired by the behavior of "World": renting out "Lemano's" Travel notes"!

When a member needs similar items to temporarily increase combat power to deal with certain situations, you can rent "Leymano's Travel Notes" from her. The rent is divided into two parts, one part is cash, which is not too expensive, and the other part is for records In other words, the renter must promise that when the magic book is returned, there will be a few more pages of written chapters on it.

Of course, as a provider, Forsi will record the "apprentice"'s "door opening" and other useful abilities on it, so that the renter can get corresponding help.

The most problematic part of this transaction is that the renter may not return it, but Mr. Fool in the Tarot Society has witnessed it, and Forsi believes that no one will be greedy and stupid.

The death of the renter and the loss of "Leymano's Travel Notebook" are small-probability events. After everyone knows that they can ask Mr. "Fool" for help in critical moments, it is even a small probability among the small probabilities!

How can there be no risk in doing business... We need to communicate with Mister "World" later, and determine the time slot he wants to use, so as to avoid conflicts... Forsi looked away, and heard Ms. "The Hermit" say:

"Dear Mister Fool, this time there are two pages of Roselle's diary."

Since contacting the "Queen of Mysteries", the acquisition of the diary has been terribly stable... Klein nodded slightly, and said with a chuckle:

"very good."

After a short silence, Cattleya the "Hermit" displayed two pages of yellow-brown paper, and watched them jump to the palm of Mister Fool in a gesture of traveling through the spirit world.

Klein then slowly lowered his eyes and looked at the diary in his hand:

"December 29th is almost a new year.

"All the mausoleums have been built, and there is no turning back."

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