Outside the window, the night was hazy, and there were not many people on the first floor of the Traveler's Bar, and in front of the cast-iron round table near the corner, Joyce signed his name with a fountain pen and stamped his handprint.

"Strictly speaking, the sale of land and houses requires the transferor to go to the city hall in person to sign the name change contract, but with this contract it is the same. Arrlin took the contract and looked at it, smiling at Damian Murphy.

"The title deeds have been given to you, and I have also signed and pressed my fingerprints, so what else do you have to fear. The fat-headed, swollen-faced man didn't believe in Arlin's kindness at all.

The four hundred and eighty gold Luo banknotes were divided into five rolls in a small black bag, and the fat-headed and swollen-faced man simply clicked on them and put them into the leather bag.

"Mr. Murphy, if you have any difficulties, I can arrange for someone to take you out of Rensu City. Joyce could tell that the fat-headed and swollen-faced man was really anxious.

"No, I don't have to. ”

Damian Murphy grabbed his leather bag and walked out, his tone cold refusing.

"Joyce, the mansion at 56 Vanilla Street is yours, and such an idiot is not to touch. Yarlin turned her back to Joyce, vaguely signaled to a man in the bar with a low brim, and then turned and smiled.

"Four hundred and eighty gold is not a lot, there is nothing in that house, Yarlin, when will the previous task subsidy come down?" Joyce didn't seem to notice anything, only looking out for his own interests.

"The limelight hasn't passed yet, I'll definitely approve it for a few days, it's not just that you've been scolded, I was also sprayed very badly yesterday, and the director is just venting, and it's okay after scolding. Yarlin didn't want Joyce to misunderstand anything, and whispered helplessly.

"Title deeds and contracts, you help me get into the contract room first, don't tell Elena for the time being. Joyce gave the bag of papers to Arrin.

"The title deed is in hand, if I were you, I wouldn't be in a hurry to go to the city hall to change the name, and if I was promoted in the department or something in the future, it would be better to deal with the investigation of the property situation. Arrin took the file bag and smiled.

"This guy is quite experienced. ”

Joyce sighed as she noticed the man with the brim lowered and followed Damian Murphy out of the bar.

Not to mention Arlin's suggestion, in Joyce's mind, the fat-headed and swollen-faced Damian Murphy was undoubtedly a walking fat sheep carrying a huge sum of four hundred and eighty gold dollars.

"Did I have that in mind when I asked Arrin to arrange for Mr. Damian Murphy to leave?" asked Joyce, silently as she went to the underground library.

Even though it was night, Joyce didn't bother to leave the Traveler's Bar, and entered the library and locked the heavy door, a feeling of privacy that allowed him to relax.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual in the library, Joyce sat in the chair in front of his desk and did not look at the file, but closed his eyes.

Just on the first floor of the bar, Joyce noticed that the fat-headed, swollen-faced man had a gun in his arms.

"Mr. Damian Murphy got into the carriage as soon as he left the bar, and it seems that he had asked the coachman to wait outside. Through the strange ability of his left eye, Joyce watched that the men who Arrlin had arranged to follow Damian Murphy were gradually thrown away.

Joyce didn't think Damian Murphy was too cautious, but Arrin wasn't decisive enough in the matter.

"Four hundred and eighty gold luo!"

Finding that Arrin had saved the title deeds and contract, and immediately left the bar, Joyce sighed a pity.

"Click!"

Joyce pulled out his Zoren pistol and opened the nest, removing the remaining four demon hunting bullets inside.

"This kind of demon hunting bullet, if it weren't for the name of the mission, it is estimated that it would be difficult to approve it. Joyce loaded the loader with six normal bullets, and he filled himself with four demon hunting bullets.

Damian Murphy's carriage first circled around Knight Frank, took the trail past the men instructed by Yarlin, and then went to Canary Wharf near Third Avenue in Burjohn's district.

"It seems that the road was chosen in advance, and I thought he was going to the train station!" Joyce, who was in the library, muttered silently as if he was asleep.

Because most of the factories in Lunsu were concentrated in Knight Frank, a steam station was also built there to facilitate rail transportation, and some wealthy people and factory owners played a role in promoting this process.

The man who followed Damian Murphy apparently also went to the train station as a fat sheep who was supposed to walk, only to pounce on him.

The night at Canary Wharf is unbelievably beautiful, with the scent of the river filling your nose and the sound of the Antar River crashing against the shore in the distance.

Damian Murphy carried a small kerosene lamp in the inconspicuous part of the dock, and from time to time he used his hand to block the surface of the lamp and swing it, as if he had made some kind of code.

Without making the fat-headed and swollen-faced man wait for long, a small boat with a shed had rowed slowly on the river to the shore in less than five minutes.

"Bang!"

Damian Murphy apparently made an agreement with the owner of the ship early in the morning, and jumped onto the boat with his bag in hand.

"Give the hardware Luo again. ”

The man in the fur hat looked at Damian Murphy and then made an unceremonious request.

"The three gold Luo that were discussed before. ”

Damian expressed his anxiety and anger at the price of the ship's owner's man.

The man in the fur hat did not respond until Damian pulled out the banknote and the man collected the money before rowing again.

Far away in the Traveler's Bar Library, Joyce watched Damian sail down the Antar River, with a loose and helpless wry smile on his face.

"It's fine to go, but Mr. Damian looks sneaky like a stowaway, and it doesn't seem like the first time the owner has done such a thing. Joyce laughed at the fat-headed and swollen-faced man in her heart.

Especially when he learned that Damian Murphy had committed a crime, Joyce couldn't help but mourn for the other party.

In the Rosen Empire, although it is not illegal to terminate a pregnancy, few people involved in midwifery dare to do such a thing blatantly, otherwise it will be in trouble if it reaches the Church of the Goddess of Life.

Putting away the Satera, Joyce took out two sharp daggers from the gift box.

Joyce didn't have these two daggers for a long time, and he hadn't fought with them, but for some reason, he always had a familiarity and comfort with the feeling of holding the dagger in both hands.

"I can use the ability of my right eye to pick locks, do I have the talent of a thief?" Joyce couldn't help but spit as he tried to swing the dagger in the library.

In Joyce's opinion, Arlin's secret qi ability, as well as his conscious exercise, was more like developing on a similar path.

"Although I lost some money in the distribution, but fortunately, I got the gold Luo coins, which can be regarded as a supplement to spend four hundred and eighty gold Luo to buy a house, I am a fledgling boy who has just become a formal member of the action team, and I can't go too far in the distribution of benefits, whether it is qualifications or ability, I still lack something. Joyce paused and whispered.

Just as Joyce was calming down and trying to read the papers, he suddenly noticed something unexpected in his left eye, and on a secluded and cold section of the Antar River, the owner of the boat, wearing a fur hat, threw Damien into the water.

Seeing Damian fluttering in the river, and the leather bag he had been holding on to was thrown onto the boat by the man in the fur hat, Joyce, who was in the library, had his eyes wide open, and he was impatient.

"That's four hundred and eighty gold Luo, damn it!"

Joyce held the dagger in both hands, and even wanted to leave the volume warehouse immediately, using the ability of his left eye to find the whereabouts of the four hundred and eighty gold Luo, and it might be too late to act now.

If a large amount of gold is taken by Mr. Damian Murphy, Joyce is not unacceptable, after all, it is a matter of course for him to pay for something.

But if the gold money is robbed by the owner of the fur hat, it will be a little too sad.

"Da! Da!"

When Joyce was desperate to get the money back, and his left eye was more focused on watching the ship's leather bag, the compass-like left eyeball actually appeared with a precise rotation of three layers inside and three layers outside.

"Huh?"

Joyce was shocked to discover the strangeness of her left eye, but she maintained the strangeness.

"Buzz!"

As Joyce's compass left eye rotated and paused, the pupil of his left eye radiated a faint crystal light, expanding a round light curtain in front of him.

The rippling light curtain gradually turned into a small boat with a shed and brought it closer, which also made Joyce, who was looking at the light curtain, feel a storm in his heart.

"What is this?"

Unsure if it was the thirst for the gold rotor in the purse, Joyce consciously approached the light curtain and reached out to the leather bag in the light curtain.

Joyce swapped out the dagger's arm, and as soon as he poked into the light curtain, he quickly developed a wonderful sense of transcending space.

"I can catch it. ”

Joyce didn't just see his arms peeking out of the space on the ship, but he actually had the sense to grab the strap of his leather bag.

"Whew!"

The fat-headed, swollen-faced man struggled in the river, and before the owner could get out of the boat, a strange arm had already peeked through the distorted space of the boat, and quickly retracted after grabbing the leather bag.

Until the weird arms and purse were submerged in the warp space, the warp space on the ship quickly calmed down, as if nothing had happened.

Joyce, who was in the library of the Traveler's Bar, pulled out her leather bag from the light curtain with one hand and hurriedly retreated, dripping water droplets squirming and falling to the ground.

A ripple curtain of light contracted, and Joyce's heart raced, only then did he realize his weakness and exhaustion.

Joyce's mouth was dry as he gasped, but he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

"Money!"

The pounding heartbeat continued, Joyce was dizzy, but he still didn't forget the banknotes in the purse, and quickly opened the purse and took out a roll of banknotes.

Fortunately, the leather bag was soaked in water for a short time, and the mouth was sealed, and the five rolls of banknotes were slightly soaked and not damaged.

Wiping the water from the surface of the banknote with her clothes, Joyce sat down on the ground.

As much as Joyce wanted to remember his feelings and figure out what had just happened, it was as if he had lost the ability to think, as if he could fall asleep on the ground.

The library was private and quiet, and without a key disc, outsiders would not be able to disturb her, and Joyce struggled to move to the stone roll rack and sit down, maintaining her consciousness.