Five Baker Street.

This was it, Ryan looked up at the number on the door, turned and walked in.

It is a small two-storey building facing the street, with no steps, with a threshold, and beyond the threshold, there is a row of shop windows with various weapons, including swords, sabers, epees, shields, longbows, and so on.

It's a weapons shop.

Compared with the people of the Bourne Empire, the people of the French Empire are not martial, and compared with the people of the Bourne Empire, they are a little less rigorous and calm, a little more enthusiastic and sloppy, and they are not as brave as the Rakshasa clan, which is known as a fighting nation.

Although he is not martial arts, he is not forbidden to martial arts.

Hundreds of years ago, the popular duels in the nobility circle of Noah Continent were spread out by the French Empire, and the nobles often threw white handkerchiefs at each other because of some quarrels or disputes of will, or even just because they couldn't get used to each other, and launched a duel challenge to the opponent.

The most famous of these was the Grand Duke of Orleans, a member of the royal family and the younger brother of Emperor Louis III at the time.

Of course, the guy who killed the Grand Duke on the dueling table, the Count of Champagne also committed suicide with his sword after getting off the dueling table, so that the relatives of the Count of Champagne escaped the purge, and the title of Count of Champagne was continued.

Now, there is no such thing as a duel.

However, there are also many prohibitions in private fighting, especially in a commercial city like Reims, where even civilians will take up arms in order to protect themselves, so weapon shops are everywhere.

These weapons shops are registered at the police station and are monitored, and every once in a while, patrol officers come to the weapons shops to check the purchase and sale records of the weapons shops, and there is no room for error.

Not everyone can buy weapons, they must be adults at least 18 years old, have a family property, have a tax certificate and can participate in the election, they must leave their identification, be registered by the shop so that the police can check it, and at some point, a patrol officer will visit him to check the weapons he bought from the weapons shop to see if there is any damage caused by overuse and whether they have been lost.

Ryan isn't actually eligible to buy weapons.

He was seventeen years old, he was still a minor, he had no way to participate in the election, and he was not a voter.

Of course, rules are rules, and it is difficult to say whether the shops of these weapons shops have followed them in private, and whether they have acted cheaply.

Ryan entered the store and removed his top hat.

Behind the counter, a man looked up.

It was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a strong figure, and the buttons above his chest were loose, as if they had been broken, and his shirt seemed to be much smaller.

He has a very beautifully groomed beard and a nose like a lion, which is extremely fierce.

He looked up at Ryan, his forehead was full of forehead lines, and at that moment, he looked a little old.

"Kid, you're at the wrong door!"

The middle-aged man was expressionless, and said angrily.

His gaze fell on Ryan's face, not showing much emotion, but with a strong sense of shock, replaced by ordinary teenagers, even those cheeky street teenagers, most of them couldn't look directly at this gaze.

Ryan had a smile on his face and a calm gaze, looking directly at the other person.

He kept on his feet, and walked towards the counter without hurrying.

The middle-aged man put down the carving knife in his hand, just now, he was immersed in carving something.

He stood up like a big bear.

This size is relatively rare in Reims City, and the southerners of the empire are generally not tall, not as tall as the northern part of the empire, and even less than the Rakshasas and the Slavians who live in the northern ice fields.

This is of northern Slavian blood, right?

"What's the matter?"

The man folded his hands around his chest, his head slightly raised back, and his expression was a little fierce and arrogant.

"Surswich?"

The smile on Ryan's face never disappeared, and he came to the counter, put his hat on the counter, and asked softly.

"I am. ”

The big man named Sulswich answered, and his expression did not change.

"I was introduced by Tess, and I need a weapon. ”

As he spoke, Ryan took out the badge in his arms and placed it on the counter.

Hearing Ryan say this, the obvious vigilance on Sulswich's face disappeared, he glanced at the badge placed on the counter, didn't say much, nodded, and motioned for Ryan to put the badge away.

This weapon shop is a stronghold of Iris.

The Seventh Division of the Ministry of Security of the French Empire is a huge organization, composed of transcendents and ordinary people, there are not many transcendents, but the number of ordinary people serving the transcendents is incomparably huge, informants are all over the territory of the empire, not only within the empire, but also in foreign countries, whether it is Britain in the sea of stars, or Byrne in the northeast, or even the northern ice field, the southern Amur continent, there is the existence of the seventh division.

Ryan entered Iris, and the trainee agents in the entire Reims branch were only nine people including him, and he didn't know the real number of agents, and he didn't think there were many.

Speaking of which, the number of ordinary members who assist them is much larger.

These members are both light and dark.

In the open are civilian members like Tess, as well as auxiliary action teams, and most of the members of the action team have another identity, they are police officers.

These policemen are called stormtroopers, and they have the power to wear magic stone firearms, which is not the same as patrolling the streets, except in the case of riots in the city, or in the face of a great disaster, and are rarely seen in front of people.

Most of the time he serves irises and is considered a supernumerary member.

The members of the dark are such characters as Sulswich, and Mr. Devon is one of them.

They have their own business, they have their own jobs, and they have a normal daily life.

When they encounter problems that they can't solve, at this time, the iris will stand up for them, solve those problems for them, and correspondingly, they will also return the irises, or receive the tasks they can, or report some tips, if the tips prove useful, they will also get additional rewards, informants and informants are different, there is a difference in rank.

The more meritorious deeds you make, the higher your rank.

Survich is indeed a Slavian of the northern ice field, a vast and sparsely populated desert of ice and snow, and only the Slavians, known as barbarians on the mainland, can survive in that harsh environment.

Between the ice sheet and the continent of Noah, there is a sea called the Arctic Ocean, which is frozen for several months of the year.

As a Slavian, you can't open this weapon shop in Reims City without the support of Iris.

So, he had a smile on his face.

The smile is obscured by a large beard, which is not very noticeable.

Usually, he mostly has a straight face and is very cold to people, but now it has suddenly changed, and it looks very unnatural.

"Your Excellency, what do you need?"