Donald did not set a detailed time for the transaction with the seller, codenamed Jazz, on the grounds that there might be something important tomorrow that would not come, and in fact it was a common push and pull in the transaction.

He doesn't want the other party to find out his urgency, but wants to create an atmosphere where you don't trade with me, and you only lose money.

Only in this way will Jazz be prepared to trade items with all his might, otherwise with Donald's eyesight, he really can't see the quality of what the other party has taken out.

Spell Skill Scroll, this is the reward that Donald promised to translate the second tablet, of course, it is not necessary to come up with a high-level spell scroll, it is okay to win by quantity, as long as the value added up is not less than the Clock Meditation Method.

If the other party takes out a bunch of low-level spell scrolls, Donald is not afraid, and will even accept it gladly, what he lacks now is the foundation, whether it is useful or useless, watch more, learn more, so that it is bypassed.

He does not have the systematic cultivation of the orthodox church, which is equivalent to crossing the river by feeling the stones, there is no way back for him to retreat, and his steps must be steady, so it is always right to have a solid foundation in this aspect.

Leaving the strange area, this time the underground market can be said to have no regrets, in a short period of time with a firearm self-defense, in the face of danger can finally resist, and use the knowledge in his mind in exchange for a very good quality meditation method, after returning to be able to start to improve his mental power.

In the midst of the predicament, Donald seems to have grasped the means of survival.

Instead of leaving in a hurry, he stayed in the outer layer, and with some money left, Donald wandered around the grocery stall, which was an afterlife, relying on his spiritual vision, and quietly glancing at each stall to find the treasures buried in the abandoned debris.

It's just that luck seems to have been exhausted in the previous two transactions, Donald walked around the outer clutter area, and turned a pair of eyes into red eyes like rabbits, sour, so he could only squint and give up, thinking that sure enough, the books he had read before were unreliable, and these ordinary stalls were so easy to produce treasures.

In fact, this is also an environmental problem, now is the period of vigorous development of industry, machinery and capital is the main theme of this era, coupled with the propaganda and suppression of the government and the church, many good things are sold to the church at the first time, there is not only money, but also provide job opportunities, and there are naturally fewer things to get to the underground market.

The item base is reduced, and the probability of good goods is naturally not high, and this kind of thing is like buying a lottery ticket, relying on luck.

Since he couldn't find anything, Donald simply went to the cane shop he saw between the weapons areas and bought a cane with a hidden knife for 1 gold pound.

Now Donald is also a member of society, and in the past two days, Sherlock has mentioned that he should find time to buy a cane, as a gentleman, how can he go out without a cane?

It would feel weird, and although Donald didn't have such thoughts and habits, a cane was indispensable to follow the local customs.

Donald took a lot of effort to choose this Tibetan knife cane, and chose the most modest one out of a pile of gold-plated and silver-plated canes, on the one hand, it was cheap, and on the other hand, he hadn't forgotten his identity, Sherlock Swift's assistant, he remembered that the boss's cane was silver-plated, and he took a gold-plated one?

The handle position is a wooden T-shape, with some curvature, easy to grasp, and the body of the staff is the most ordinary ash wood, with a layer of brass embedded in the middle ring, as long as you twist the handle slightly to the right and then pull it out, the knife inside can be unsheathed immediately.

Not to mention, Donald's own image and temperament are good, and he is really handsome and stylish with this cane.

There was still money left, but it couldn't be used casually, and the rest of the money had to be saved, so I went back the way I came.

Returning to the surface, I looked at the time, ten o'clock, the evening in the restaurant was a little deserted, only a few scattered customers were still eating, and the waiter had already begun to clean the floor.

People's work and rest time is always linked to the situation of the city, such as Pston, such as Pston, around half past ten, the citizens will return home one after another, except for the reason for having a job the next day, in fact, because crime is not uncommon in the city.

After eleven o'clock, it officially entered the middle of the night, and wandering alone outside could easily attract those "hyenas" in the shadows, and all the consequences were at your own risk.

Unable to find a nearby carriage carrying passengers, Donald had no choice but to walk home, fortunately he recognized the direct road from the detective agency to the commercial street, and first went to the office and then transferred home, which was about half an hour's walk.

The first half of the road went smoothly and nothing happened, but when Donald walked from the door of the office to Iris Street, something changed.

From the moment Donald entered Gesang Street, he felt that there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at him somewhere, just like when you just watched a horror movie, whether you are sitting or lying down, whether in the bedroom or in the living room, you will always feel that something is watching in the shadows, and you can't help but panic.

Most of the shops on the shopping street are clothing stores or grocery stores, which usually close at 9 p.m., so the busy streets during the day are empty at this time, except for a little light leaking from the curtains above the buildings on both sides.

Stepping subconsciously, Donald's gaze searched for something that would reflect the situation behind him, such as the window panes of a shop.

I didn't see anything, and behind me were deserted streets, rows of kerosene lampposts casting halos on the ground, and although they were bright, they set off the darkness where the light could not reach.

He didn't dare to look back at will, according to the experience of some episodes he had watched in the past, when he turned back at such a time, not only would he not see anything, but he would also let the other party know that he had noticed something wrong, and maybe he would do it in advance.

If it's not an illusion, someone is really stalking..... Could it be that the cult found out that he was still alive and wanted to deal with him again?

Recalling the day before yesterday when he and Sherlock first went to the detective agency to see the person on the street, Donald's heart tightened, his right hand seemed to swing around his waist at will, unbuttoning the buttons he had buttoned before to hide the gun, revealing the handle of the gun on his waist, and the panic in his heart was reduced, fortunately, he just bought a firearm, even if the shooting accuracy is not very good, it is really life and death, it is good to use it as a deterrent, and even if he fires a few shots, he can also make the surrounding residents call the police.

Try to lean on the street lamps and keep yourself in the light, and you are about ten minutes away from Iris Street.

Snorr~

A low whimper came from his throat, and somewhere behind Donald, a hand covered with thick bristles pressed against the stone wall on the outside of the alleyway, marking white marks on the roadway.