After turning sideways to avoid a rampaging drunk, Emlyn frowned and flicked his clothes and continued to squeeze towards the bar.

In the process, he seems to have done nothing, but he has always kept the drinkers around him from touching him, and his speed, agility, and physical balance and coordination have reached a rather terrifying level.

Finally, Emlyn reached the bar and tapped his fingers on the board:

"Where's Ian?"

The bartender glanced at him, didn't say a word, and continued to wipe the glass with his head down.

"......" Emlin froze in place, thinking that he must have done something wrong to get the answer he expected, which made him a little annoyed, and he wanted to reach forward and pull the bartender out.

However, he thought it was ungentlemanly, so he forcibly suppressed his emotions, looked left and right a few times, and found that everyone was drinking.

After thinking about it, Emlyn tentatively spoke:

"A glass of Ormill red wine. ”

The bartender stopped wiping the wine glass, raised his head, looked at the handsome man with black hair and red eyes in front of him with strange eyes, and said:

"Nope. ”

This is the best red wine in the world, and the price is amazing!

Emlyn was not stupid, and realized from the other party's eyes that he had ordered a drink that he shouldn't have ordered, and carefully recalled:

"A glass of Southwell beer. ”

"5pence. The bartender finally put the cup and rag down.

Emlin directly took out the banknote of 1 Souler and said:

"No change. ”

"Thank you. The bartender pointed to the left, "Ian is in card room 1. ”

Emling suddenly smiled, happy and proud that he had solved a real problem, and instead of taking the cup of Southwell beer, he turned around and walked to card room 1.

He knocked politely on the door.

"Please come in. A slightly green voice came out.

Emlyn straightened her neckline and pushed the door open, only to find that the scene inside was not quite what she had expected.

In his mind, since it was a card room, there must have been a bunch of people around the long table, playing Texas and other projects, who knew that there were seven or eight people, but there was no poker, and each participant had a blank sheet of paper in front of him, and he didn't know what was recorded, except for these, there were only pens and multi-faceted dice on the table.

Emlyn instinctively set her eyes on the youngest of them, a handsome boy with bright red eyes, who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Ian?" Emlyn said in confirmation.

Ian nodded and smiled:

"Yes, sir, do you have something to do? or do you want to join us in this game?"

"Games?" asked Emlyn instinctively.

Ian laughed:

"Yes, games, I don't like to play cards or billiards, but every day here, I have to find something to do, and I found inspiration in the biography of Russell the Great, which is to organize some people, sit together, and try adventures on paper.

"In this game, as long as you follow the rules, you can be anyone, a doctor, an adventurer who likes to eat vegetables, a private detective who always carries a wrench and a pipe, or an archaeologist who loves whims, and then go to an ancient castle together, find the stories hidden in history, and fight all kinds of monsters. ”

"Sounds interesting. Emlyn somehow felt that such a game was suitable for her.

"Haha, do you want to participate? We're involved in a conspiracy this time to face a powerful ancient vampire who looks like he has a handsome face, but his skin is full of pustules burned by rolling blood. Ian warmly invited.

Bloodline, thank you!Emlyn twitched his face visibly, and said directly:

"I have something I want to entrust to you. ”

"Okay...... We went to the next room. Ian stood up with his yarmulke hat and old satchel.

Next door was the billiard room, and no one was in it, and the big boy with skilful movements and sophisticated posture closed the door, and after examining it, he looked at Emlin and said:

"Sir, I don't know you, I don't know who introduced you?"

Emlyn raised her chin slightly, and said with a pouting smile:

"Sherlock Moriarty. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly glanced left and right, raised his hand and pinched his nose.

"It turned out to be Detective Moriarty. Ian breathed a sigh of relief without concealment, "Then I'll be relieved, by the way, didn't he go on vacation to Desy Bay?

Emlyn put down his right hand and said with the same expression:

"He didn't come back, I went to his rented place to look for him.

"Frankly, a normal vacation would have ended in mid-to-late January, and it's already April. ”

"He, could something have happened?" asked Ian, a little worried.

Emlyn thought about the abilities and mysteries of Sherlock Moriarty, shook his head, and said:

"Maybe it's just a complicated case. ”

Ian didn't say anything more, and instead asked:

"What shall I call you, and what are your commissions?"

"Just call me Mr. White. Emlyn pulled out a piece of paper that resembled a wanted warrant and said, "Help me find these five people." ”

Ian took it, looked at it carefully for a while, and said:

"Is it acceptable to have a valid clue of 20 pounds and a confirmed position of 150 pounds?"

"No problem. Emlyn thought the price was simply too cheap.

Compared to this, his offer at the tarot meeting was too exaggerated.

Ian folded the papers, and finally asked:

"Mr. White, if there is a clue, where to find you?"

"Bridge South District, Harvest Church. Emlyn had already figured out the answer.

When Ian heard this, he looked at him in surprise and said:

"You are a believer in Mother Earth? ”

"No!" Emlyn shook her head resolutely, "I'm just volunteering there." ”

Without waiting for Ian to speak, he preemptively asked:

"Who did you inherit your red eyes?"

When he saw Ian just now, he wanted to ask this question, because in ancient times, red eyes belonged to the hallmark of the blood family, but in the Quaternary period, humans and blood people had a long time of intermingling, and they were all residents of the empire, so there was a wide range of friendships, and many offspring were born, and the number of "hybrids" with bright red eyes gradually increased, and they were inherited from generation to generation, becoming one of the uncommon eye colors among humans.

To put it simply, every red-eyed human ancestor has a Bloodline.

Ian replied with some trepidation:

"My father...... Further up I don't know, because I'm a vagabond. ”

It doesn't seem to belong to the kind of people who are still connected to the Bloodline...... Emlyn was slightly disappointed and gave the £20 advance and turned to leave the billiard room.

When he was far away, Ian did not immediately return to the card room, but closed the door again, and said into the air:

"Detective Moriarty hasn't been back to Beckland yet, and I'm a little worried about him. ”

A figure suddenly appeared in the void of the billiard room, her face was pale, her face was exquisite, she was wearing a small black soft hat, and she was wearing the same gothic court dress, it was the "resentful spirit" Sharon.

"He's doing well. Sharon replied with no emotion, and the figure vanished.

"Every time you say that, do you have a correspondence with Detective Moriarty all along......" Ian muttered quietly, casually picking up the newspaper in the corner of the billiard room.

At the top is the "Tassok newspaper", and below is a copy of the "Sea News", which originally mainly reported on the situation in the different colonies of the Kingdom of Rune and what happened at sea, but because of the current scientific and technological conditions, the sea news that reached Bakeland was seriously outdated and of little use to those in need, so the sales were not good, and they were getting worse and worse.

Later, at the suggestion of the new editor-in-chief, the style of the newspaper changed, with more sea gossip and all sorts of strange stories about pirates and adventurers, making it seem more like a compilation of stories than news reports.

Surprisingly, the genre was so popular that it was especially about ghosts, ghosts, sea monsters, and treasures, and became the preferred choice of the few who knew the word in every bar to brag to the mostly illiterate, after all, it seemed fake, but it was fun enough.

Ian flipped through the newspapers at random, but couldn't find anything to pay attention to, except for a report from Sea News:

"It is reported that on the night of 25 March, the fleet of the 'Immortal King' attacked a ship returning to Vrsack from East Bairan, taking all the goods and money, and the 'Slaughterer' Gilcias completed a bloody 'funeral' ......as his title suggests."

These pirates are so arrogant...... Ian shook his head, put down the newspaper, and returned to the card room to continue his game.

Outside the bar, Emlyn boarded the carriage and leaned against the wall of the carriage to watch the streetlights slowly recede.

He pinched his nose again and said to himself silently:

"A 'resentful spirit'?

"Ian, the weapons merchant, is indeed very well-connected...... Not bad!"

Emlyn then closed her eyes, expecting more from her commission.

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

The sunlight outside the window shone in, staining the captain's cabin a golden color.

Adevina sat in her chair, held her book, looked across and said:

"So, you also think that the three empires of Solomon, Tudor, and Trenthorst once coexisted?"

"This is exactly the necessary condition for the 'Battle of the Four Emperors'. Klein replied simply.

He is holding a copy of the "Book of the Three Worlds" in his hand, which comes from a member of the School of Life, and then fell into the hands of the "Iceberg Lieutenant General", it tells about the material world, the spiritual world, and the world of absolute reason, and there are some content attached to the science of charms, many of which are profound, and Klein's focus today is on studying this piece, hoping to find a better way to make better use of the "Poseidon Scepter" and the "Time Worm".

In fact, Klein found that the books collected by the "Iceberg Admiral" were all fragmented ancient documents, which did not match the characteristics of the church that she was backed by the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom", so he guessed that within the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" church, orthodox and systematic occult knowledge was forbidden to be disclosed to non-Church members.

Adevina was about to ask again, but suddenly noticed that the speed of the "Golden Dream" was gradually slowing down, so she looked up at the window, looked a few times, and said coldly:

"Byam has arrived. ”

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