Ian wasn't going to sleep tonight. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Because he knew that a special group of "guests" might visit at night.

Whether it is Olivia or Martina, their looks and temperament are too outstanding, and the clothes on their bodies are too "plain". If the two ladies had stayed in the carriage or in a relatively safe and orderly area, they might not have caused any unnecessary trouble, but it was difficult to guarantee that there would be no bad intentions in the noisy docks during the day.

Ian has been a "messenger of justice" for nearly two years, and he knows how troublesome it can be to be targeted by these gangsters. This is their territory, and it won't be long before they know that they are the travelers who had just entered the city yesterday. The two ladies are "micro-service patrols", and it is impossible for this group of gangsters who have no access to high-class people to recognize them as people from the Red Lotus Temple.

A mid-range inn, plain dress, two young and beautiful ladies, and a young waiter who looked like they had just come of age.

This is enough to make some people who are not smart enough feel that they are doing something that is easy to bully......

Back at the inn, unwilling to waste time waiting, Ian set up a medicine table in his room and studied the subjects that Harry had told him to master.

When he was a child, he laid a very deep foundation from Yelena, and although he later devoted his main energy to the cultivation of swordsmanship, he still exceeded the scope of an apprentice on the basis of pharmacy, and even earned the title of "Potion Genius" during the period when he disguised himself as an Imperial man.

But even so, he still felt clueless in the face of the last few questions given by Harris.

Why can Jialan juice reconcile crore leaves with white English? This is one of the issues.

Harris told him he could do it, and now it's up to him to figure out why he could do it.

Being able to analyze principles and essences through appearances, and then create more appearances through essences in turn is the quality that a true pharmacist should have.

Through these topics, Ian has to complete the transition from an apprentice pharmacy to a pharmacist.

The hustle and bustle in the hotel lobby downstairs faded a little, and the closer you got to the second half of the night, the more peaceful the world became. Ian fiddled with the bottles and cans on the pharmacy table while looking distractedly around the hotel.

He knew that if the other party wanted to make a move tonight, then it was almost time for the other party.

Da-da-da-da.

There was a knock on the door.

Ian raised his eyebrows slightly, and as soon as his "gaze" turned, he knew who was outside.

He put down what he was holding, got up to open the door, and asked the people outside the door, "Why are you here?"

"Olivia is asleep. ”

The knight lady with a long sword at the waist outside the door smiled at him slightly, and then said seriously: "Leave the trouble I caused with her to deal with it." ”

"There's no need for that. Ian shook his head, "I'm better at dealing with this kind of bastard than you do. ”

"You should spend more time with Olivia, she's proud, but not as strong as you think. ”

"Even if she's asleep, it's better to have you by her side. ”

Ian tried to admonish himself, but he could already see that Olivia was not sure of defeating the Divinity. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so stubborn as to look at the pier again. It was a kind of nostalgia, and it was also a kind of persecution. She is forcing herself with her vows to forcibly suppress the fear and anxiety in her heart.

Ian can't help her with matters of the heart, but Martina can. Even if he didn't talk about the previous deal, he had already seen the two ladies as friends along the way, so he didn't want Martina to apologize for helping him deal with such a trivial annoyance.

Martina visibly faltered, and she muttered for a moment before nodding at Ian.

Ian knew she was thanking herself. He smiled and shook his head, and said a few more words of reassurance, until he "watched" Miss Knight back to her room with Miss Merchant, and then pulled out of the void a black coat and draped it over himself.

"I'm just going to 'get back to work.'" ”

......

In the silence of the street, five sneaky figures are silently approaching Ian's hotel.

By the time Ian "watched" Martina back to her room, they had traveled less than 300 yards from the hotel. Although all five of them were masked, this thin black scarf was equivalent to non-existence in Ian's eyes. With a slight glance, he could see the faces of several people, and one of them had obviously had a relationship with them on the dock, staring at Olivia's back for a long time.

There is no doubt that this wave of people is coming for their own group.

Having come to this conclusion, Ian felt that he didn't need to wait any longer, so he put on his coat and walked straight out of the room. It's too wasteful to deal with this kind of thing, and Olivia is also a little touched when he reminisces about the past, and he wants to miss the time when he was forced to become a night watchman by Phil.

The five sneaky guys still don't know at the moment that the "secret operation" of themselves and others has long been seen by others. They were evading the night guards, hiding in a small alley in the middle of nowhere, and feeling in the direction of the hotel.

Seeing them enter the alley, Ian raised his eyebrows slightly and crept around behind them from the roof.

This dark and closed place was the best "place to commit crimes" for him, and since Phil's training was more inclined to assassination, he was both a top swordsman and a top assassin. The alleyway was what he did best, and in this environment he could make the group disappear into the corner of the alley without even noticing it if he wanted to.

Time passed little by little, and after turning a few corners in the alleyway, seeing that the outline behind the inn could already be seen at the entrance of the alley, the masked man at the head raised his head, counted the windows on the second floor from left to right, and then turned his head to confirm to his companion behind him: "Klein, are you sure it's the fourth room on the second floor from left to right?"

"You can't be wrong. The masked man named Klein nodded vigorously and assured in a low voice, "I've inquired about it, and those two pretty chicks live there." ”

"Okay, let Jerry give me the hook first. ”

He turned his head, his eyes fixed on the window where his target was, and reached behind his back with his backhand to wait for Crane to hand over his tools. It's just that after waiting for a long time, there is still no rough feel of hemp rope on his hands, which makes him bend his fingers a little impatiently.

"Hey, you guys don't rub around, give me the rope. ”