"Are you sure what you're saying is true?"

Listening to Allen recount some of his underground encounters, Gross couldn't help but interrupt him.

"I'm pretty sure. Alan said without the slightest hesitation: "When I came out of that underworld, I had tadpole-like spots on my body, but the color on my body was different from hers. ”

"Could this be a coincidence?" asked Catherine, busily on the sidelines.

"I'm not sure. Alan shook his head: "That spot didn't stay on me for long, and it disappeared inexplicably. ”

Alan was actually lying when he said this, because he vaguely guessed why the speck was gone—

It is estimated that it has nothing to do with the six-pointed star on his body.

The blob vanished, and the six-pointed star had a strange black gift, which he didn't react to at the time, because the two didn't happen in sync, but now he was more sure of it.

The disappearance of the spot must be the cause of the six-pointed star. Otherwise, the appearance of the spot is simply "superfluous".

In other words, someone once did something to Allen, but it failed because of the six-pointed star.

Alan wasn't quite sure if the second guess was correct, but it didn't matter, and he broke out in a cold sweat when he saw that weird spot on Renee's bare feet and even other exposed places.

"If the spots on his body don't go away, will he go crazy too?"

"Or did you suddenly die like Renee's companions?"

Can a hexagram act on this spot?

Alan wasn't sure about that, and he wasn't going to talk to the Gross, despite their kindness.

"There's a chance to experiment with it. He thought to himself.

"If that's what you say," Alan pondered, and Gross seemed to think of something, and he said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid I'll have to go to your bay city." ”

Seeing Gross say this, Allen's expression hesitated.

"I'm not sure if that spot has anything to do with that place beneath the bay, they're not the same color..."

"There is no need to be sure. Gross waved his hand, "I'll try it if there's the slightest possibility." ”

"Do you want to go now?" Catherine, who was listening quietly, suddenly spoke: "You can't let others go, and you don't know that we have other things to do?"

"It's okay, I've got plenty of arrangements. ”

The words of the two were a bit inexplicable, not only did Alan not understand, but Margaret also looked confused, but they didn't mean to explain it to Allen.

Gross finally looked at Allen: "Come on, talk to me about the cause and effect of that place in detail, I need to have a basic understanding." ”

**

Gross, who loves his daughter, seems to be in a hurry, and he began to prepare for his trip that day.

But he didn't need to prepare anything, he just needed to arrange Samuel properly.

Alan took advantage of this to mention to him about his newspaper office, and although he didn't know what the newspaper was, Gross agreed to his request without much hesitation and gave him a power of attorney.

Commercial Power of Attorney.

With this power of attorney, Alan can start business in Samuel smoothly, which seems to be a process that Samuel merchants must go through, and this is the first time Alan has encountered this.

"I feel like the industrial and commercial bureau has a business license...."

He rubbed his chin and stared at a document on the table, feeling a little absurd.

"There's someone up there who is easy to do. The merchant sighed.

It was already the next morning, and despite getting Gross's power of attorney, Alan didn't know exactly what the process was, so he took the document and found Kleist.

Of course, he wasn't here just for the purpose of that, he was also going to see the house. This matter was agreed with Kleist yesterday.

The two didn't hesitate anything, and after a brief chat, they started on the road.

"I think if he's not at home anymore, I should consider buying another house. On the way, Alan said.

"If you don't have to, you'd better buy him. Kleist gave an idea: "Ugel is very famous in Samuel, he is a pharmacist, he has a wide range of connections, and you hook up with him, which will be good for your future business." ”

"Is it just a pharmacist?" Alan looked at Kleist strangely, as if he didn't know the bearded mage's identity?

"It's quite hidden. ”

"What?"

"Nothing. Alan shook his head. Although he was not familiar with that Ugal, Alan did not casually promote the idea of his hidden identity, he himself did not care about the exposure of his mage's identity, and others did not necessarily care.

Casually having a big mouth, not only is it rude, but it will also be hated.

"Sometimes I wonder if he's with you, because he's always mysterious," Alan didn't say, but the merchant spontaneously began to guess.

"But sometimes I doubt that, if you were a mage, you probably can't be as a gambler like Ugel, right?

"Is he good at gambling?" Alan was surprised, in the stars, the only way to gamble is to throw a sieve to compare the size and win or lose the simple game of martial arts, not as many tricks as in his previous life, otherwise it would not be his turn to "invent" the board game.

"I don't think there's anything to play with there. "He didn't understand. A dignified mage who actually likes to gamble?

"I don't think so," said Kleist, "but it's this kind of uninteresting stuff that makes Ugel start selling his nest, and you don't think it's strange." ”

"He's poor?"

"No, his luck is very bad," said the merchant helplessly, "every time he gambles, he loses, and he rarely wins, I don't know why.... It's not hard to guess that after he squandered the gold coins he got from selling his house, Eight Cheng had to consider Red Viper's proposal. ”

"What's the Red Pit Viper's proposal?"

"Sell yourself. Kleist said with a look of disdain: "Allow Ugel to play freely in Red Viper's own casino, and Ugal must serve him." Anyone with a bit of a brain knows that this is a conspiracy. ”

"Then how is Ugal still there..."Allen was even more confused. That bearded man, is he really a mage?

"You know, people who gamble are crazy, sometimes they just can't help it...."

"Not necessarily. "Alan always felt that this matter would not be so simple, after all, a person with extraordinary abilities could be honestly manipulated by others?

The merchant obviously didn't think so, as if something suddenly came to him, he reminded: "If you want to buy this house, I think you should prepare in advance, those people don't really want you to disrupt their plans." ”

Alan always shrugged: "I don't want them to bother me either, but things have always been like this, and nothing will change because of who wants and who doesn't..."

During the conversation, the two came to the outside of the house in Ugel on Ruhr Street, and luckily, the gray house in front of them was opening its door.

As soon as the two approached, a scruffy head emerged from the door.

"Haha, look who's here!"

Uger's beard shook and he looked around a few times, and then ran out in high spirits.

"Kleist, my dear friend, how are you doing?"

"And you, the discerning little guy, are you here to buy a house?"

The merchant smiled back, and Allen said without much face: "To be determined whether to buy or not." ”

"I'm sure you'll buy it. Uger smiled, not angry, but instead of rushing to sell his property, he reminisced about the old days with Kleist.

"Dude, did you find your purse? I think you said you had a clue?"

"There is no clue, but in Samuel, those thieves belong to Goldfinger, I asked him directly, and he found it for me the next day. ”

"Haha, then your face is really big, I have to ask you for help when I lose something!"

"You can do as well if you want, just serve the Duke. ”

"Forget it, I'm used to being free, but I can't stand being controlled. ”

"Then you have to quit your hobby quickly, or you won't be able to stand it. ”

"Well... Haha, I'm actually sure that the people of the red pit viper don't want to do anything with me... Not to mention that, I stumbled upon a nice tavern and will take you to see it another day. ”

"A nice tavern, is the tavern a good wine or a good tavern hostess?"

“....”

"Can I go in and have a look?" Seeing that they didn't seem to stop for a while, Alan couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, of course!" Ugel replied, then pointed to the door of the house, signaling him to do whatever he could.

"Is the friendship so deep? can't even take care of selling the house?" or..."Fox glanced back at Uger suspiciously, and the merchant looked excited, how to look at it. The slightly helpless look of the merchant proves something even more.

"Do you want me to see for myself?

Ugel's acting skills are too clumsy, it's hard for Alan not to guess so, but he doesn't care much about this, since people have "set the stage", then he just goes up and finishes, what will happen, he will definitely know after he goes in.

"There can be no traps. ”

In this way, Alan secretly maintained a trace of vigilance, did not hesitate anything, and stepped into the gray house.

Then, before he could carefully examine the situation in the house, a heroic voice suddenly sounded in his ears—

"Welcome, handsome little one!"

The voice appeared out of thin air, and at a cursory glance, Alan saw that the room was empty.

"Who's talking!?"

He frowned.