Chapter 336 Extraordinary

Dockside, Dragon Bar.

Luke, dressed in a neat suit, walked leisurely towards the heavy door.

Compared with before, he had undergone some subtle changes. His already good figure had improved. His eyes were deep, as if he could see through everything. His clean and slender fingers trembled rhythmically, as nimble as a master playing piano music.

Just now, he had performed a ritual to separate the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 9 and Sequence 8, and ate the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 9 "Thief".

The "Thief" path, one of the three Gou families, Sequence 9 "Thief", has slightly enhanced physique, sharper insight, more sensitive hands, and the most core "stealing" ability of the entire sequence.

Before Sequence 6 "Fire Thief", the stolen things were limited to physical objects, and Sequence 8 "Swindler" and Sequence 7 "Cryptologist" were not inclined to fight. They could be said to be the weakest in the early stage of all paths.

In addition to the fact that the "Thief" path is indeed not a frontal combat type, part of the reason comes from the current pinnacle of this path - "Profane God" Amon.

The high-ranking people in the Path Sequence can modify the lower sequences to a certain extent, and this god of mischief who enjoys playing tricks on others and a mythical creature who is naturally lacking in humanity directly deleted many skills and mystical knowledge of the thief's path.

It can be said that he is as bad as the next door Zuowangdao.

Lu Ke estimated the time it takes to digest Sequence 9 in his mind. It will take about one to two weeks. If he can perform a certain degree of role-playing, it will be faster.

Well... it's a bit slow, but it's acceptable.

Strive to become an existence above the Sequence 2 Angel within half a year to a year.

As long as he becomes a complete mythical creature, he can borrow enough gifts from the main body and use the "invasion" symbol to pass through the barrier arranged by the Heavenly Venerable to come to the Western Continent.

At that time, the source essence outside the "Source Castle" and the "Chaos Sea" can basically be chosen at will. The high-ranking people in the Western Continent are tortured to death by several major source essences, and they are eager for someone to take over.

As long as he promised to help when the doomsday came, the other side would probably send the source directly to his mouth. The only thing he needed to pay attention to was to control the amount of food he ate, so as not to eat too much source and produce uncontrollable aggregation, so that the original creator would wake up and truly "reunite all things".

Didn't Lao Deng have this in mind when he gave him this symbol in the first place?

Did he think that the brainless idiot "Original Hunger" could not make the "aggregation" big enough to attract all the Old Ones to gather together, so he made a youthful version of the body that had brains and was more in line with His essence?

Pushing open the heavy door, the bustling tavern pulled Luke away from his thoughts, and a sultry heat mixed with the smell of alcohol made him frown.

"Beat him so hard that even his mother can't recognize him, 'Lightning'!"

"Tear off his balls! 'Blackback', I'm going to put all my weight on you this time!"

On the central boxing ring, two sturdy, topless men were fighting each other, and dozens of drinkers in the audience shouted loudly, expressing their support for their supporters, mixed with all kinds of obscene words that were hard to bear.

Luke listened to the drinkers' vivid and rough desires, laughed and shook his head, he just thought a little too far, and he should take it one step at a time.

With a calm expression, he leisurely squeezed into the crowd, and the drinkers in a frenzy were not disturbed by this tiny move and did not notice it.

When Luke walked out from the other end of the crowd, his pockets were already bulging. He walked to the corner and took out wallets one after another from his pocket.

Just now, he turned into a thief and successfully stole the wallets of a group of people!

The potion began to digest.

Luke closed his eyes and felt it, and nodded slightly.

The potion for theft digestion is estimated from many aspects, including the value of the stolen item, the importance of the stolen item to the stolen item, the difficulty of theft, and whether the theft is successful.

The drunkards in the tavern are not rich people, and they are in a state of tipsiness and enthusiasm, so they don’t pay much attention to their wallets. The difficulty of stealing is not great, but the silent success of the theft still brings the digestion of the potion.

Judging from now, if the behavior just now is repeated once a day, it only takes one week to complete the digestion of the "thief" through "digestion" and "acting" simultaneously, and prepare for the promotion of "swindler".

Luke nodded thoughtfully, he returned to the crowd and squeezed again, and his pockets were deflated when he came out, and he returned all the wallets.

The poor have too little money, and their ability to bear risks is also low. A difference of one pound or even one soli may ruin a family and make residents homeless.

The fallen gangsters are another matter. He is not so short of money that he would attack ordinary people who have not violated the law, and...

Luke looked at the ignorant drinkers, a smile on his face, and his tall and slender figure squeezed into the crowd again.

Let's just say, is it possible to treat these drunkards as experience monsters?

...

After a while, Luke walked around several rooms with an expressionless face and came to the billiard room.

His attempt to catch the bug failed.

Is it reasonable to not catch the bug in the bug channel?

Why don't you let the "fortune teller" not to tell fortunes and the "door" not to open the door?

The two people playing ball inside stopped their actions after seeing someone coming in and whispered.

"What's the matter?"

"I want to enter the underground market."

"Who introduced you?"

Luke remembered the extraordinary characteristic of the "Swindler" in his hand, and the potion could be played in advance.

He showed the unique majesty of a superior, with obvious displeasure in his eyes, and a polite and distant tone, with doubt in his politeness.

"You must be accompanied by someone to go, is this what Swain stipulated?"

He did not clearly state his identity, but the leadership style of the upper class still made the two employees feel inexplicably terrified, thinking that the man opposite was a big shot.

Swain is the owner of the Dragon Bar, the former captain of the "Manufactured Punisher" team of the Storm Church, and a Sequence 8 "Raging People" like the current "Hanged Man" Alger.

The leader forced a smile, "No, it's just that the boss told us to be careful and try to receive regular customers. You also know about the strange celestial phenomena a few days ago."

Another person added, "Several major churches have implemented a certain degree of martial law and increased the frequency of patrols. They seem to think that the changes in celestial phenomena are dangerous."

Luke's displeasure increased a little, and he seemed to be dissatisfied with their answers. Seeing this, the two of them panicked and chose to give way on their own initiative, adhering to the principle of less trouble than more trouble.

They couldn't confirm whether Lu Ke really knew the boss, but if it was a big problem, the temper of the "angry people" was not much better. They were still very afraid of the boss.

After all, bosses all over the world are basically the kind of people who like to make trouble out of nothing, make a big deal out of small things, and do everything they can to exploit and squeeze their employees.

"I'm sorry for offending you before, sir, I hope you don't mind."

The two took Lu Ke around a few corners and passed through several rooms. Suddenly, the scene in front of them was bright, and a place the size of a university lecture hall appeared.

Some people set up stalls here, piled with bottles and jars, and some people walked between them, examining, communicating, or comparing prices.

"Golden Spring Water from Sonia Island, Star Crystal, Golden Grass Powder..."

Luke looked at the stalls one by one, slightly disappointed.

They were basically some auxiliary materials, with only a few low-sequence main materials, and the prices were expensive. Tingen was just a small place after all. Apart from the three major churches, the things that civilian Beyonders could bring out were generally low.

Well, the quality of Beyonders was not high either. At a glance, basically all wild Beyonders were Sequence 9, so he couldn't eat them even if he wanted to.

Fortunately, there were a full range of firearms, and Luke bought a special revolver relatively smoothly. The range and power were good, and it fired smoothly, so it wasn't a wasted trip.

He also bought a box of bullets and some auxiliary materials, and then used a ritual to add a buff to make enchanted bullets, which would not be a big problem against spirits or curses.

...

So expensive!

Klein looked at himself in the mirror wearing a formal suit. He protested that his image had improved a little but he had to spend a lot of money. His eyes were full of heartache.

A suit that was not that good cost eight pounds and five soli. It was simply a robbery. Is there no one to take care of it! ?

Why didn't they set up a market inspection bureau or consumer association when Emperor Roselle came? Or did they already have one, but it was still so expensive?

He counted the advance bills in his hand distressedly, and counted them again, and finally pretended to be indifferent and handed them over in the clerk's speechless eyes.

The clerk pulled the bills that seemed to be stuck, took it with a little force, and did his routine with a commercial smile.

"Registering your information can get free cleaning and repairs for a limited time. If it's not serious, do you need to register?"

"Well... I think so."

Klein pretended to think about it, which was out of a respectable person's vigilance against leaving information, and then he opened the roster handed over by the clerk.

While registering his information, Klein suddenly saw a striking name in the upper two rows, and his hand holding the pen trembled.

Jenova Taff Alexander?

Klein swallowed his saliva. This name doesn't quite fit Tingen... No! It doesn't fit the naming method of the entire Kingdom of Loen!

Especially "Jenova". If I remember correctly, this thing is something in "Final Fantasy". It is an intelligent creature from outer space. Its true face has not been fully revealed yet. It has extremely high intelligence, strong aggression and cunningness, and has the ability to mimic all creatures. It is born with the will to destroy the planet.

It's not surprising that it has the same name as something in the game in the previous life, but the situation of "intelligent creatures from outer space" fits the meaning of "travel"!

He doesn't know much about "Taff" in the middle, and the "Alexander" at the back, the original owner has never heard of this surname in his more than 20 years of life. Instead, Alexander, the "King of Conquerors" on the original Earth, is extremely famous.

He won't meet a fellow countryman!

After the death of Emperor Roselle a hundred years ago, the second compatriot?

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The living one!

Klein's heart was beating fast, and he eagerly scanned the residence named "Jenova", No. 1 Daffodil Street. He barely managed to register the information, and then walked out quickly without stopping.

This was a little imprudent, not careful enough, but he couldn't hide his excitement.

Living compatriots, living compatriots!

"No. 1 Daffodil Street."

Klein stopped a carriage and reported the address, then stepped up and waited anxiously. His breathing became rapid, and his fingers unconsciously clasped his knees. Joy, hesitation, excitement, panic... several emotions were constantly intertwined.

It was like suddenly arriving in a strange city, losing both the phone and the ID card, and being unable to find the way home, so one had to live in a foreign land for a long time. When returning home was far away, suddenly seeing a familiar thing appeared, that kind of emotion was really hard to describe.

"God bless me, it's not my fault, it must be a compatriot."

Mr. Klein repeated the words. If it wasn't for the inappropriate location, he would have wanted to recite "Fu Sheng Xuan Huang Tian Zun" twice more. He put his hands together and prayed.

"Don't be a bad guy, don't be a bad guy..."

After a pause, he continued to add.

"It's best if it's from the Great Foodie Empire, it's best if it's from the Great Foodie Empire..."

He would be so happy to be able to speak Chinese!

After a moment, Klein walked to the door of the apartment with excitement. He took a deep breath, adjusted his hair and clothes, smoothed the wrinkles on his trouser legs, and knocked on the door.

A few seconds later, footsteps sounded and the door was opened.

Along with it came a fragrant aroma, the aroma of food, strong, pungent, and arousing a strong appetite. Klein had never smelled such a mouth-watering aroma.

But what made Klein happier than the food was Parrot, who was holding the spatula.

It was confirmed that he was a fellow countryman from the Great Foodie Empire of Earth!

Parrot: (⊿)

Parrot looked at Klein, who suddenly came to his door, in confusion, with a flash of vigilance in his eyes. Did the gangsters come to seek revenge?

Klein did not notice Parrot's alienation. On the contrary, he suddenly felt that Parrot's gray eyes were extremely kind, and that his posture holding the spatula was particularly touching.

He could even feel the same loneliness and melancholy from Parrot, and feel the connection between him and the other party!

"The earth shakes the high hills, and the streams and mountains are as beautiful as ever."

Klein excitedly stepped forward and exchanged secret codes in Chinese, but Parrot was so scared that he retreated and dodged in panic, thinking that the person in front of him who was talking nonsense was a madman.

He received the gift of cooking and did not understand Chinese.

Plop! Plop!

The two pushed each other and entangled at the door. Parrot punched Klein's stomach twice in a panic, and the other party was so painful that his eyes were red, but he still did not let go.

"Brother, didn't you recognize me?"

Klein suddenly remembered that Emperor Roselle had traveled through time a hundred years ago, and immediately came up with a guess.

This compatriot might not be from the same era as him, so he quickly repeated all the secret codes he knew.

"Palace Jade Liquor..."

"Odd changes, even does not change..."

"My son Wang Teng, there is..."

"IG..."

"This national football game..."

He tried several sentences in a row, and Parrot still stared at him blankly and vigilantly without saying a word.

Klein slowly became disappointed. He let go of Parrot and took a few steps back. He smiled bitterly and spoke in Loenese.

"If you weren't, how could you cook?"

"I taught him that."

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind him. Klein slowly turned around and subconsciously raised his head. The man was more than half a head taller than him, with a tall figure, outstanding appearance, and a slightly raised mouth.

Klein's eyes burst into surprise, and he immediately wanted to step forward.

"Stop, I know you are very excited, but don't get excited yet."

Luke used his arm to stop Klein who wanted to approach.

Although, as everyone knows, Luke and his friends are dog-oriented. They are not particularly interested in cats, so they just tease them.

Klein stopped and the joy faded a little. Just when he calmed down and prepared to find a quiet place to exchange information with his compatriots in front of him, he heard his compatriots sigh.

The other party looked at him with a look of regret, pity, pity and other emotions, and slowly spoke.

"Zhou Mingrui, are you still not going to wake up?"

Klein hesitated and said, "You mean..."

"Don't you understand? Your time travel was just a dream!"

Klein: ???