Hearing Leonard Mitchell's invitation, Emlyn was undaunted, took a silk top hat, and entered the house with a vague smile.

He didn't take off his coat, because the "Potions Professor" always had a lot of ancillary items on him, and it wasn't so beautiful when he lost his cover.

Emlyn sat down in a crisp tuxedo, leaning her back against the support behind her, and said leisurely:

"Actually, it doesn't have to be so troublesome.

"Yes, just quote the price, if not, just be honest.

"Of course, I'm pretty sure you have. ”

He chuckled, his bright red eyes reflecting Leonard Mitchell's untidy figure.

This kind of scene where I know what secrets you have, and you know nothing about me, makes Emlyn feel comfortable and superior.

Leonard brushed his black hair with his fingers, sat down casually in the chair opposite, smiled without any panic or doubt, and said:

"At least I need to know who wants it. ”

"Maybe it's me, maybe it's my friend. Emlyn lifted her chin and smiled gracefully.

Leonard narrowed his eyes and tilted his head slightly, as if thinking about something.

Finally, he laughed:

"Well, since you've come with this badge, I'll be honest with you.

"I do have a magical item that can steal someone else's extraordinary abilities, but it's only one of them.

"If you want to buy it, £7,000, no counter-offer. ”

7,000 pounds?Similar magical items are so expensive?Although he didn't have to pay for it himself, Emlyn was still shocked, and he almost couldn't maintain the demeanor of the Bloodline.

In his mind, he had automatically converted the money into how many dolls and how many doll dresses.

After two seconds of silence, Emlyn smiled and said:

"I'll think about it and give you an answer in the next two days. ”

"Yes. Leonard Mitchell hooked the corners of his mouth.

Out of the house at 7 Pinster Street, Emlyn hired a horse-drawn carriage to go to the steam station in the North End and back to the South End of the Bridge as if nothing had happened.

Taking off his hat and looking back at the carriage as it drove through the pedestrian-filled street, Emlyn chuckled and strode into the Harvest Chapel.

In the middle of a street tree and an iron-black gas lamp pole, an inconspicuous shadow suddenly floats, revealing Leonard Mitchell, with black hair and green eyes.

He appeared silently and without attracting the attention of any passers-by.

"People from Mother Earth God Church?" Emlyn said with a slight frown, as if talking to herself.

He paused for two seconds and left Yuejihua Street, where the Harvest Church was located.

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

"7,000 pounds? why didn't he grab it?" Above the gray fog, Klein, who heard the return of "Moon" Emlyn, almost blurted out and made a sound.

Similar words he had said as Gelman Sparrow, but the mood in the two scenes was very different.

According to the bounty amount of the third mate of the "Golden Dream", "Flower Bow Tie" Yoderson, Klein speculated that the price of similar magical items was around 5,000 pounds, and even if the premium was up to 6,000 pounds, who knows, Leonard Mitchell directly drove 7,000 pounds!

Could it be that it is an item left over from a higher order, and stealing someone else's extraordinary ability is only one of the effects? No, if that is the case, how can the price start at 10,000 pounds...... Poet, why didn't I know you were a profiteer, you obviously behaved freely and didn't care much about money...... Crane couldn't help but sigh a few words.

Now that there are clues, there is light at the end of the tunnel, and it can be solved with money, Klein does not want to seek other channels, lest there be accidents.

He quickly calculated his net worth and found that this was the price he could afford:

"Counting the commission fee of £300 paid in advance by the pharmacist, the bounty of £5,400 by the 'Clever Talker' and the money recovered from the corpse, and the £200 paid to Miss 'The Magician', I now have a total of £12,767 in banknotes and five gold coins, and that's not counting the change of three suckers and eight pence.

"Also, Miss 'Justice' will pay £2,000 in arrears and £1,800 for the 'psychiatrist' trait by the end of the week, and I'm much richer than I thought, even in Beckland. ”

Crane took a breath, no longer hesitated, and let the bills fly over from the top of the clutter pile and land on the table.

He carefully counted out the 7,500 pounds in cash and set them aside - 7,000 pounds for magical items, 500 pounds for Emlyn's "risk" fee.

Hey, after more than 10,000 years of hard work, I lost most of my ...... at once Crane embodied the "world", made him perform a prayer gesture, told Emlyn that there was no problem, and held a ceremony in a quarter of an hour to receive the transfer gift from Mr. "The Fool".

In addition, Klein also asked the "world" to tell "Moon" Emlyn not to rush to complete the transaction after getting the cash, and to wait until tomorrow - he was afraid that the Zoroasrid family angels in Leonard Mitchell's body would notice the gray mist on the banknotes and want to have a "dissipation" process, just like when he gave Emlyn the badge.

A quarter of an hour passed, and Crane glanced at the remaining gold pounds, which had been reduced in thickness by more than half, sighed, and returned to the real world.

At this time, it was 10:40 on Friday, about 8 hours before the passenger ferry arrived on Olawe Island.

It's time to scare the "dice of probability" again...... Crane whispered, performed a ceremony, and brought out an iron cigarette case containing "All Black Eyes".

He could guess what the fat pharmacist Darkwell had on suspicion, so he deliberately got the dice in the bathroom to deal with them.

Seeing that the "Dice of Probability" had quieted down again, Klein quickly disposed of the "All Black Eyes" and the iron cigarette case, let out a long sigh of relief, and silently calculated the time:

"It should be able to hold up enough to hand it over to Darkwell's connector, and you don't need to do anything else. ”

Thinking of this, Klein considered another question with some concern:

"The 'Eyes of All Black' have appeared in front of the 'True Creator', and there is also His spiritual pollution, so if you take it out every few hours, you may be locked by Him and send a strong person to look for it.

"However, for only one or two minutes at a time, it shouldn't be a big problem, even if they perceive it, their sense of location will not be too accurate, hey, when it comes to the 'true creator', it can't be determined by divination, so you can only raise your vigilance, fortunately, this is the last time in the recent past, and it will only take seven or eight hours to reach the destination...... Why should I flag myself, bah blah, I didn't think about anything just now. ”

Crane picked up the "Dice of Probability" and returned to the living room, where he saw the fat pharmacist slumped in his easy chair in a state of exhaustion, while Harry the Owl seemed to be in high spirits and didn't seem to need a break.

At least Miss Justice didn't say that she didn't need to sleep...... The uniqueness of the owl's physiology?Hey, I don't know enough about it, but it's really a keyboard powerhouse who knows a little bit about everything...... Crane sat down on the couch, put the milky dice in the ring box, and waited patiently for the evening to come and the ship into port.

As the minutes passed, the bright sun in the sky gradually moved westward and lower.

At this moment, Crane, who was recuperating with his eyes closed, suddenly straightened up and felt that a strong danger was coming!

This transcends the spiritual intuition of the "soothsayer" and the danger premonition of the "clown", as if it originates from the strange ripples of the invisible gray mist around him.

"Is there an enemy!" Ulorius the 'Tail Eater' or the Sage of the 'Aurora Society'?" Crane opened his eyes, his expression unusually serious, as he pondered what to do.

At this time, if there is a slight mistake, he has to think about resurrection.

As for Duckwell the Fat Pharmacist and Harry the Owl, there is absolutely no way they will be spared!

At first, he hoped that the comer could only fuzzy induction, and could only determine a large range, and might not be able to find himself or the "probability dice", but considering that this was a sailing ship and there was an uninhabited sea nearby, the target seemed to be not difficult to lock, and when the time came, the trouble would be even greater, so he had to give up decisively.

Above the passenger ship, the void suddenly tore apart, revealing an invisible door filled with various complex symbols.

Two slightly pale hands reached out from the crack in the door and pulled back sharply, allowing the whole body to come out.

He wore a black floppy hat and a classical dark robe that the old man loved, but he looked less than forty, and his brown hair was slightly curled, giving him an unusually hard feeling.

There seemed to be countless phantoms hovering in his dark eyes, and there seemed to be one chaotic world after another.

Crane's sense of danger intensified, and the mere change in his expression scared Darkwell and Harry the Owl into not moving.

He no longer hesitated, and according to the plan he had made for similar situations in the past few days, he leaned forward and picked up the "probability dice".

"I want 1 point for judging the behavior of the malicious one who has just arrived!" Crane whispered in a deep voice, threw out the milky white dice, and subconsciously prayed to the goddess in his heart, hoping that the dice that had just been intimidated for a long time would be obedient and functional.

At the same time, he behaved extremely calmly, lest the dice sense his tension and take the opportunity to cause trouble.

In the sound of the clash of collisions, the "Dice of Probability" rolled a few times and froze at 1 point, which was as red as blood.

In the sky above the passenger ship, the black-robed man, who was less than forty, had already reflected the entire ship in his eyes.

He spread his spirituality, glanced around, grabbed the void in front of him, and slammed open a nearly invisible door.

The strong man stepped inside and disappeared in place.

Klein, who was in the first class, suddenly felt that the danger was far away, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief that it was difficult to contain.

He stared at the "dice of probability" on the coffee table, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"If this dice don't have such a big negative effect, you can make full use of it, it's just an artifact!

"It is worthy of being a '0' level seal, and it is worthy of being the uniqueness of the 'monster' path......"

"What happened just now?" asked the fat pharmacist Darkwell cautiously as he regained his courage.

Keeping his posture unchanged, Klein calmly responded:

"You don't need to know. ”

"I understand, I understand, the more you know, the more dangerous it is. Darkwell wiped the cold sweat from his head.

For the next few hours, there were no more accidents, and when the sun had sunset over the horizon and the sky was completely dark, Crane finally saw a towering lighthouse appear not far away.

PS: Ask for a recommended ticket monthly pass on Monday~