In the face of the inquiry, Eric slowly spoke: "Before we talk about business, I would like to ask Mr. Evanson some information about business. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Oh, business information? I don't dare say I know everything, but there is a charge for some important information. Esenwen quipped.

"No problem. We are not short of money. Papitt laughed and forcibly slapped the swollen face into the fat man. All they had on them was the money they had left over from buying silver jewelry, and I was afraid that it was not enough for Evanson to stuff his teeth.

Evanson gestured to speak.

"I don't know if anyone has bought a large number of young and beautiful women and children from you recently. Eric asked.

If the vampire left no traces at the scene, then it is likely that he obtained his food by other means. For example, the purchase of slaves.

With the Ode tragedy as a lesson to the past, Eric felt that the vampire had to do so if he wanted to be unnoticed. After all, if vampires want to survive in a large city with a large population, they need to keep a low profile when foraging for food. Or, find a steady source of food.

Papitt touched her neck.

Hearing this question, Evanson unexpectedly showed a look of embarrassment. "Well, I need to ask my men to check their purchase history. You know, a lot of people have done that, and I can't remember it clearly. ”

"So, there is no such buyer. He was neither a nobleman, nor a wealthy businessman, nor a member of the royal family. Excluding these identities, do you already have the answer in your mind? Eric narrowed it down further.

Papitt added: "At the same time, the buyer may not have identified him. ”

Evanson's brows were already furrowed: "I don't think the two of you are here to discuss business, but like they are here to find someone." He took one out of the humidor on the table and lit it, brought it to his lips and took a puff, exhaling a cloud of smoke rings. "It stands to reason that I can't give away any guest information. But since you're a friend of Brother Rowan, I can make an exception in his face. It's just that the price is ......."

Evanson said as he tapped a finger rhythmically on the table.

At this time, Rowan spoke: "In terms of price, it's easy to say, I'll pay for this money." How much do you want?" he knew that his young master didn't have enough money with him, so he stepped forward to solve the urgent needs of the two.

"There's no rush on this. It's not too late for my men to find out. Let's taste tea first. Evanson said, and the servant behind him had already walked out of the side door of the reception room.

"What are you doing, don't you see that the teapot is empty?" said Evanson to the other servant behind him.

The poor man hurriedly took the empty metal teapot back to the tray, opened the door and left.

The scene fell silent again. At this time, Rowan squinted his eyes and began to talk to Evanson about the tea he drank just now: "Brother Evanson, if I guessed correctly, what we just drank was Tuo tea?"

Evanson laughed and touched his head: "I don't know how to understand that thing, I just bought it to entertain guests because it was expensive." In my opinion, it doesn't taste as good as plain water. ”

Eric was also drinking tea for the first time. He had just drunk his small cup of tea, only to feel a bitter taste lingering in his mouth, and the taste was really not flattering. But I don't understand why, it seems that many nobles love this drink from the East.

Thinking of this, Eric looked at Papitt to the side. But seeing Papitt's expression of enjoyment, it was obviously not the first time he had drunk this thing.

Is it really that delicious? Eric immediately decided that he would take a sip of his next cup of tea.

Soon, the servant refilled the pot of tea. Unlike last time, the teapot is no longer metal, but a different material. Eric didn't know what the teapot was made of.

Luo Wen was surprised: "Purple clay pot." The owner of Evanson is really willing to spend money in order to entertain guests. ”

"Being rich is sometimes a kind of distress, and I think you know this best, Brother Rowan. So I usually only buy the most expensive things. Evinson laughed again.

In fact, whenever Eric hears Evanson's formula laughter, he gets sick all over.

The servant poured tea for the trio.

Eric sees the heat rising from the teacup and decides to cool it with his mouth. But he saw that Papit, who was next to him, drank his tea in one gulp.

I'm not afraid of getting hot. Eric muttered and continued to blow on his tea.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the side and slammed the teacup out of Eric's hand.

Syllable!

The teacup fell to the ground with a broken wail.

Eric didn't know what was going on, and he turned his head to look at the culprit Papitt on his right.

Papitt's movements didn't stop, and he threw the teacup he had drunk in his hand at Rowan. The teacup hit Rowan's wrist, causing Rowan, who was about to drink tea, to let go of his hand and shatter the cup of hot tea in his hand to the ground.

"What are you doing?!" Eric asked.

Papitt smiled and coughed twice: "Tea is poisonous." After speaking, he actually spat out a mouthful of blood, and Eric was dumbfounded.

Stunned, Eric looked at Evanson. He saw that the other party had a gloomy complexion, and had lost his earlier friendly appearance.

"I'm sorry, you shouldn't have asked that question. Originally, I was going to do business with Brother Rowan, but now it's all in vain. Evanson laughed again, but this time, the laughter was terrifying.

Without hesitation, Eric pulled out the Curt style and aimed it at Evanson, "You know what we're looking for!"

He knew the vampire!

Eric instantly understood that the bald boss was afraid that he could see what he was looking for based on his question. So in order to protect the vampire, Evanson sent someone to secretly poison the tea to get rid of the two visitors.

This is also the reason why the metal teapot will be replaced with a purple clay pot. Metal teapots react with toxins to give off a pungent smell, but purple clay pots don't have to worry about this.

"My friend doesn't want anyone to find him. So I'm sorry, I think you might be staying here. After turning into a corpse, of course. Evanson clapped his hands, and several doors in the parlor opened at the same time, and a dozen servants with pistols were pointed at Eric in the field.

Eric refused to admit defeat, and he shook his gun at Evanson, "Who are you trying to see if the bullet is faster?"

"Your friend will be killed in two minutes, and only I have the antidote. Evanson took out a small glass bottle, "You put the gun down and it's yours, or you'll watch him die." ”

Out of the corner of his eye, Eric saw that Papitt was lying on the table, unconscious. I'm afraid the situation is not optimistic.

The little detective is in a dilemma. If he didn't put down his gun and insisted on confronting the other party, Papitt would be the first to die. And if you put down the gun, you and Papitt will be captured by the group of people in front of you. Either choice is undoubtedly the next choice.

No, there's another way!

Eric looked at Rowan. At this time, Rowan still squinted his eyes and sat firmly in his chair, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.

Hey, aren't you one of the six-pointed stars of Pelos?!Don't you care if your young master lives or dies!

Fortunately, under Eric's gaze, Rowan finally opened his mouth.

"Brother Evanson, this is a big misunderstanding. Don't confuse me with them. It doesn't matter if you kill them, but my life is precious. I don't want to let the business that I worked so hard get ruined. ”

Eric was dumbfounded.