In the evening, the shadows of the carriages and horses were dragged long by the setting sun.

Klein, who had already confessed to Benson and Melissa, had dinner at Blackthorn Security and was riding a horse-drawn carriage with Old Neil to the docks.

He wore the original cheap formal suit, because he was afraid that similar occasions would be prone to conflict—if he broke the tuxedo that he usually served carefully, it would not only be distressing.

When the sun burned like a burning sensation, the carriage stopped, and Old Neil, still dressed in a classical black robe and round-brimmed felt hat of the same color, walked diagonally to the "Dragon Bar" diagonally opposite, ignoring the eyes of others.

Even if the bar was a little far away, even if the door was closed heavily, Klein could still hear the shouts of the waves inside, as if he was cheering for some "hero".

As soon as he approached, he suddenly had a sense, turned his head to look at the goods warehouse opposite the bar, and saw a burly man standing in the hidden place on the top of the building.

The man carried a large gray-and-white mechanical box on his back and a long, intricately constructed rifle in his hand.

There is a clear pipe connection between the off-white metal case and the rifle of the same color.

"High-pressure steam rifles?" Klein whispered, turning his head to look at old Nealdau, "Can you still get this weapon in this bar?"

This is a military product!

Despite the use of extracted phlogiston, the high-pressure steam backpack is still staggering in size and weight that a true Predator can afford, and the bullets powered by it have extremely high speed and incredible destructive power.

Coupled with proper aiming, it is almost equal to an inferior sniper rifle.

"What?" old Neil squinted, looking at the same puzzled face, "What's going on here?"

Crane looked around, and sure enough, he saw that there were still several men with repeating rifles searching for something.

"What's wrong?" said Old Neil, as he approached the bar, as he asked the big man standing guard outside the door.

The big man obviously knew old Neil, and the muscles on his face trembled and he smiled bitterly:

"The bar was almost demolished. ”

"It is said that a wanted guy came to buy materials and was recognized, so it was like this...... My lord, what the hell has he done, and how dangerous is he to be treated like this? My legs are weaker at the sight of those guns, softer than a whole night fooling around with the red-haired Shanny!"

He didn't know who the wanted person was, and he didn't know that the guys who came here to buy materials were mixed with extraordinary people.

"Do you know what his name is?" asked Old Neil with interest.

"Call, Terris?" replied the big man uncertainly.

"Instigator" Tris Klein nodded suddenly, understanding what was going on.

Unaware that Joyce Meyer had been suspicious, Tris swaggered to the underground market to buy materials, only to be recognized by the "Heart of the Machine" or the informants of the "Punisher" and "Night Watchmen", which led to a violent confrontation.

"Was he caught?" Crane nodded to his silver-encrusted black cane.

Looking at the surrounding posture, it seems that it has not yet ......

The big man shook his head slightly, pointed to the top of the goods warehouse opposite with his chin, and said:

"He rushed out before those horrible creatures arrived, and oh, I've never seen anyone more capable of running than him!"

In fact, you haven't seen the true skills of the "Assassin", otherwise you will be taken to an indescribable place for re-education...... Klein sneered.

"Is the market still open?" asked Old Neil about the point.

"Just recovered. The big man replied in the affirmative.

"That's good. Old Neil took two quick steps, stretched out his right hand, and pushed open the heavy door.

Klein followed and walked in, nearly overwhelmed by the sweltering heat and smell of alcohol.

In the center of the "Dragon Bar" stands a boxing ring, where two shirtless men are fighting fiercely, and dozens of drinkers around them are shouting for their supporters, some of which are vulgar.

Old Neil ignored them and led Klein around the ring to a billiard room in the back.

There were two people in the billiard room holding cues, talking and laughing, and when they saw Old Neil push the door in, they were silent for a few seconds.

Confirming the passer, they quietly moved out of the way, allowing Old Neil and Crane to pass through the secret door behind them.

Walking through several rooms in a row, Klein's eyes were bright, and he saw a place the size of a lecture hall in his previous life.

There are people who set up stalls on the ground, which are piled with bottles and cans, and there are also people who walk between the former, or examine, or communicate, or compare prices.

"All the proceeds are going to give Svein a twentieth of the money, ah, he's the owner of the Dragon Bar, the former captain of the 'Substitute Punishers' squad, older than me, an old guy who wants to die of alcoholism. Old Neil said with a broken mouth.

Klein thought for a moment and commented sincerely:

"A pretty lucrative business. ”

Because the cost is just to provide space and shelter.

"If you have a crush on an item and don't have enough money, you can borrow it from Svein, and of course, he will charge a very high interest rate......" said this, and the old Neil gritted his teeth for a moment.

Sure enough, just like casinos, there will be loan shark services...... Crane took his cane and looked around as he asked curiously:

"Mr. Svein is a 'navigator'?"

The leader of the "Punisher" squad should be in Sequence 7.

"No, just the 'Wrathful People', Tingen does not belong to the coast, where the Church of the Goddess is stronger than the Lord of the Storm. Old Neil sneered, "Actually, Svein had a chance to become a 'navigator', but he was afraid of losing control and chose to give up." ”

Klein was about to ask the bar owner if he had nearly lost control when he sensed a strange phenomenon on his left.

There seemed to be something lurking there, whispering, telling.

Crane turned his head and saw a young man with a pale face, dressed in a shabby linen shirt and blue-gray trousers peculiar to the working class, with a very sloppy but crazy look in his eyes, and he was constantly muttering something.

"He's so inspired...... Or is it twisted?" Klein whispered, frowning.

It was the other party's "inspiration" that triggered your own "inspiration" just now!

Normally, the perception brought by "inspiration" will definitely produce a certain interaction, and it is almost impossible to hide from others, but this "other" refers to the "psychic" who has exerted his ability, as well as powerful people with similar specialties, and it is actually difficult to distinguish an extraordinary person like Klein, only when the other party's "inspiration" is high to a certain level, or there is an abnormal distortion, he can find out.

Making eye contact, the pale, black-haired young man stepped forward and walked over with an expression that was half sleepwalking, half crazy.

He stopped in front of Klein, staring at the other in a daze.

Suddenly, he laughed loudly:

"Haha, the smell of death, the ...... of death Ahh

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly let out a miserable scream, his eyes closed tightly, and a blood-colored liquid flowed out.

"Ahh......h The young man covered his eyes, held his head, struggled and rolled on the ground, and after a while he calmed down and lay there gasping for breath.

During the whole process, none of the customers and vendors who set up the stalls looked sideways.

Crane held down his top hat and looked at old Neil next to him in amazement, expressing surprise and advice with his actions.

"Don't worry, his name is Ademisor, an orphan nicknamed 'Monster', he is naturally very inspired, he can often see things that should not be seen, hear sounds that should not be heard, so he often talks gibberish and is often hurt. Old Neil shook his head and explained.

Can he see that my body has died once?Klein frowned, lowered his voice, and asked suspiciously:

"The Night Watchman, the Punisher, and the Machine Heart, haven't they even thought of recruiting him into the team?"

"No, we don't have any sequence potions for him. Old Neil sighed.

Yes, this is equivalent to inherently solidifying half of the sequence start...... Klein asked curiously:

"And which sequence path does he fit into?"

"The sequence 9 he is suitable for is called 'Monster', and that's where his nickname comes from, but unfortunately, this sequence path is only mastered by the Life School. Old Neil replied in a low voice.

He and Crane tried to avoid the people around him so as not to leak information to the occult enthusiasts.

Klein recalled what he had read.

This secret organization appeared at the beginning of this era, the specific origin is unknown, and it is mainly passed on from master to apprentice.

Their specific theories and beliefs are also rarely disseminated, and Klein only knows that they divide the world into three tiers: the world of absolute reason, also known as the world of absolute truth, the world of spirit, and the world of matter.

It is said that this secret organization also produced "prophets...... Isn't this the sequential path that should correspond to the "soothsayer...... I don't understand...... Crane shook his head as Ademisor struggled to his feet and wandered around the corner.

He gathered his thoughts, followed behind old Neil, passed through the stalls, and found that there were plants such as moonflowers, goldenberries, and night vanilla, as well as minerals such as sterling silver, citrine, and rubies.

"It's fairly complete......" Klein muttered quietly.

The occult lovers around him, old and young, male and female, sometimes paused, sometimes distinguished, and sometimes communicated, making this place quite lively.

"You go shopping yourself, I'll pay the bills. Old Neil pointed to one of the two rooms at the end.

"Okay. Crane nodded indifferently.

Carrying a black cane, he walked slowly to a stall selling homemade amulets and looked at it carefully for a while.

Just as Klein was about to communicate loudly, he suddenly heard someone in the stall behind him asking:

"This is the powder ground from bovine tooth peony?"

Isn't this an auxiliary material for the "audience" potion?Crane turned thoughtfully and looked at the inquirer.

For this kind of material, because "justice" was repeated several times at that time, he was extremely impressed by the memory of his heart.