Who? Why would anyone know I had purchased the "Sheriff" formula? Hugh's dark green pupils shrank, and he looked around in astonishment, but he didn't notice any suspicious gaze.

According to Mr. A, trading with him should be safe and confidential...... In the end, Hugh couldn't help but look at the single sofa, only to see that Mr. A, who had hidden his features with the shadow of his hood, was still quietly looking at everyone, and did not show the slightest abnormality.

She tapped Folth with her elbow and asked in a low voice:

"Should I go?"

Firth took the note, glanced at it, and replied without hesitation: "Go, at least Mr. A is still watching, no one dares to do anything to you, you can take the opportunity to find out what the other party's purpose is, maybe you can really get the potion materials you want?"

"Makes sense...... Hugh himself is a very actionable person, and immediately nodded to the waiter, followed the other party to the outside of the study again, and put on a robe with a hood.

This hat can cover my entire face, and I can't see the road ahead...... Hugh put on his hood and opened the door to see a man in a black tuxedo sitting behind his desk.

The man wore a golden mask on his face, revealing his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and cheeks, making it impossible to imagine what he was.

The light brown eyes behind the golden mask flickered, and the man pointed to the chair across from the desk and said:

"Sit. ”

His voice was deliberately hoarse, but nothing extraordinary.

Hugh closed the door of the study with his backhand, raised his head with his chest straight, sat down in the predetermined position without losing momentum, and asked:

"You have the main ingredient for the 'Sheriff' potion?"

The masked man chuckled and said:

"Yes, I have the eyes of the Dreadworm and the right palm of the silver-white war bear. ”

"In fact, I had someone sell the recipe for that 'sheriff' potion. ”

No wonder...... Although Hugh is often ridiculed by her friends for being brainless, she can survive in the circle of the extraordinary, among the gangsters and paupers of the East End, she is not completely reckless, she has a beastly instinct for danger.

She asked in a deep voice:

"Why are you doing this?"

"Screening the right helpers. The masked man chuckled, "With your financial situation, it will be difficult to scrape together enough money for these two extraordinary materials in a short period of time, of course, you can go to other extraordinary gatherings to resell the recipe, but trust me, this will bring you unnecessary danger, our circles do not necessarily overlap, but I am not alone." ”

Hugh frowned and said, "Since you have a huge organization with recipes for 'sheriffs' and even 'arbiters' potions, why do you still ask me for help?"

"There are some things that we don't want to come forward with ourselves, and there are many reasons for this, but I don't need to tell you, and every 'arbiter' who steps into the path of the extraordinary on their own has some aristocratic relationship behind them, which is also what we need. The masked man explained two sentences.

It seems that he doesn't know where I came from, or even my reputation in the East End...... Hugh relaxed a little.

The masked man continued:

"You should be regarded as a commission outside the gathering of the extraordinary, I will give you some tasks, pay you accordingly, if you feel dangerous, you can refuse, this is a fair and free transaction, and when you have saved enough money, you can come to me to buy materials. ”

This...... Hugh, who was worried about the financial situation, suddenly felt excited, and said for 9 seconds:

"As long as I have the right to refuse a task, I can consider it. ”

"No problem. The masked man laughed and said, "We can now agree on the place and manner of meeting in the future, and in order to reassure you, the leadership is handed over to you." ”

"Good. Although Hugh was still confused and didn't understand why the other party wanted to do things for him, he still agreed.

At least she doesn't see any obvious harm at the moment.

............

During the day all Sunday, Klein was busy buying chairs, tea sets, and sewing clothes, spending a total of £6.9 to restore the living room, dining room, and himself to their original state.

"What a loss, I hope the police department will finally compensate me for my losses from Meursault's estate, hey, not much, at most a part. Klein put the invoices and receipts neatly away, waiting for an opportunity to be useful later.

Of course, in purely terms of income, he actually made a lot of money, and Meursault's extraordinary characteristics were worth at least 300 pounds, if not more.

And the premise of all this is that Klein has access to the circle of extraordinary.

After dinner, dressed in a solid sweater, gray-blue worker's coat, and capped, Klein went out again, changed trains twice, and came to Iron Gate Street in the Beckland Bridge area.

After walking a few steps, he saw the "Brave Bar", and saw the seemingly heavy dark wooden gate and a strong man with arms around him for nearly two meters.

The brawny man looked at Crane, not stopping him from pushing the door in, but his throat squirmed when he heard cheers and toasts inside.

This was the peak of the bar's business, and before Klein had even entered, he felt the heat rushing to his face, smelled the strong aroma of ale, and heard the noise and noise.

Not surprisingly, he saw two tables in the center of the bar, one with a dog-and-mouse contest and the other with two boxers waiting patiently for the battle to begin.

The smell of wine mixed with the smell of sweat came, and Crane lifted his gold-rimmed glasses, pinched his nose, and squeezed his way to the bar while protecting his belongings.

Without waiting for the bartender to speak, he preemptively said:

"A glass of Southwell beer. ”

This is the best beer produced by the Kingdom of Rune.

"5pence. The bartender replied familiarly.

Klein pulled out a handful of coins and counted fivepence to the other in exchange for a large wooden glass containing a golden liquor, the aroma of which was rich and enticing.

"In front of it, a lot of beer can't even be called wine, it's just a drink. The bartender chuckled.

Klein took a drink, only to feel clear and refreshing, first bitter and fragrant, then the taste of malt rushed out, and the aftertaste was a little sweet.

Putting down the cup, looking at the delicate white foam, he took the opportunity to ask:

"Where is Caspars Kanlinen?"

The bartender stopped wiping his glass, looked up at him for a few seconds, and pointed to the side:

"In the third billiard room. ”

In the spirit of not wasting anything, Klein took his cup and walked outside the No. 3 billiard room.

He only knocked lightly and the door creaked open.

The two men holding billiard cues inside stopped and looked at the door in unison.

"I'm looking for Caspars Känlinen. In the silence, Klein hurriedly added, "The 'old man' introduced. ”

Hearing this, the half-hundred-year-old man with a big nose and a linen shirt said in a deep voice:

"Come in. ”

He had a large, tumbling scar on his face that stretched from the corner of his right eye to the right side of his mouth, and his nose was typical of rosacea, almost entirely stained red.

Crane walked in slowly with his cup in his hand, only to see Khamlining's billiard opponent expertly lower his pole, leave the room, and close the door with his hand.

Caspars Känlinen limped around and asked:

"What do you want?"

"A powerful special revolver and fifty rounds of ammunition. Klein took another sip of Southwell beer.

"3 pounds 10 soles. "It's certainly more expensive than a regular weapons store, and it involves the risk I'm taking." ”

"Deal. Crane took out five one-pound bills from his trouser pocket, counted four to the other party.

Caspars casually checked the authenticity, nodded and said:

"You're happier than you look, wait for me for five minutes. ”

He placed the bills on the billiard table, leaned on the pole, and limped to the door.

Crane, who watched Caspers go out, looked back boredly at the currently popular billiards, and found that it was very consistent with the mature snooker on the earth.

It has to be you, Russell the Great...... He almost shook his head and laughed.

After waiting for a while, Caspars pushed the door open, holding a brown paper-wrapped item and two 5 soles bills.

Klein took the money and the object, and opened it on the spot, and his eyes were met with a silvery-white revolver with a long barrel, and its handshake seemed to be made of walnut.

In addition to that, there were fifty rounds of yellow bullets neatly placed in the box.

Klein tried the empty gun, loaded five rounds, stuffed the revolver into the pouch under his armpit that he had bought a long time ago, then collected the remaining bullets, looked up at Caspers, and said thoughtfully:

"If I want to hire a great bodyguard, who do I go to?"

"It's amazing, the kind that transcends the limits of human beings. ”

Caspars rubbed his big red nose, and his gaze suddenly became cold.

He scrutinized Klein for two minutes, creating a terrifying sense of oppression with silence:

"I can help you ask, but there's no guarantee that someone will take the task. ”

I seem to know more than one extraordinary person...... Klein upturned the corners of his mouth and said:

"Whatever the outcome, allow me to express my gratitude in advance. ”

Caspers put away the bills from the pool table and walked out again, and it was a full ten minutes before he returned to his room, and Crane had finished his large glass of Southwell beer in boredom.

"He wants to see you before he decides. Caspars said in a deep voice.

"No problem, if it's me, I have to assess the difficulty of the task first. Crane smiled.

He followed Kaspas, who was struggling to walk, through the side of the crowded boxing ring, and into the bar's kitchen.

Caspars paused, tapped on a door, and when he was allowed to do so, he led Crane through the door.

It's a card room with a dozen people playing Texas Hold'em.

Seeing Caspars and Crane enter, a man in a white shirt and black vest stood up slowly, while the others playing cards stopped moving, and none of them made a sound.

With a glance, Crane frowned imperceptibly.

He noticed that except for the man who stood up, all the players had an indescribable strange smell, their faces were pale, and their eyes were like beasts.

With two taps on his left tooth, Crane quietly turned on his vision.

His muscles tensed, and he almost couldn't control his expression, because the aura color of those players was dark black!

This shows that among the dozen or so people playing cards, except for the man who got up, the rest are dead!

No, it's not just a dead person, a dead person doesn't have an aura color!

It's all living corpses!

The feeling of decay came to his face, and the man in the white shirt and black vest walked in front of Klein.

His face was equally pale, and there seemed to be a thick malice hidden in his eyes.