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"Alchemy and potions can enrich my knowledge reserves, but in this remote world where even the location of the One Yuan True Spirit Wizard does not know, it is still unknown whether the materials recorded above can be found......

"As for the complete collection of witchcraft models, hum, the perfect inscription of a wizard apprentice-level witchcraft model in the spiritual sea takes at least three months, can I still engrave all these thousands of wizard apprentice-level witchcraft?"

Luo Meng, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, was scolded, but the smile on his little face couldn't be hidden......

"But now the top priority is to get money, with money I can have enough food to supply the consumption of [Knight Alchemy], with money I can have a safe place to live and meditate, and recover my ......strength as soon as possible."

......

London time, 9pm.

Luo Meng, who was lying on the bed and seemed to have fallen asleep, sat up suddenly, and his light blue eyes were particularly eye-catching.

With a blank face, he picked up the fruit knife about 7 inches long next to the fruit bowl, and his slender and pale fingers turned the fruit knife flexibly, and finally ended with the fruit knife disappearing into the cuff.

Romon who walked down the stairs looked at the front desk and found that the woman guarding the front desk at this time was not Dai Shan, who he was familiar with, and it seemed that the innkeeper had something to do tonight.

Without speaking, Romon left the hotel straight.

Even if Dai Shan seems to be good to him, in Luo Meng's heart, they are not people of the same world after all.

If Dai Shan knew what he was going to do now, she would have screamed far away from him, the brown-haired boy who looked harmless to humans and animals......

Night is always a crime's best friend, and Romon can't help but sigh as he wanders through the streets and alleys in search of a suitable target.

"Thanks 1978, thanks to the streets without cameras!"

His pale blue eyes kept looking for a suitable target from the crowd passing by, and Romon didn't want to just get a bunch of change after some 'labor'.

Eliminate couples or couples walking on the street with a serene look and a smile on their faces, exclude crowds of people with cars and groups of three or five, and eliminate rich people with bodyguards in luxury cars behind them.

Eventually, after two hours of wandering, Romon stopped in front of a brightly lit sign.

"Hey~ The devil is crying, I want to know how to make the devil cry later......"

Watching people who were either dressed in leather shoes or with hot bodies walk into this bar with a very eye-catching name, Romon who was sitting on the bench not far from the bar sneered.

Entering such a hot bar to make purchases, Romon was convinced that these people had wallets full of pounds, and these lovely bills were just what he needed.

"Sir, do you need a piece of ice cream?"

A young white man pushing a cart and wearing a baseball cap on his head asked Romong.

After a moment's thought, Romon happily pulled out the pennies that he had put in a separate pocket, and after asking for the price, handed the baseball cap vendor a few coins.

"White chocolate flavored, thank you. ”

The moon had gradually risen overhead, and the heat in the bar had cooled down a little, and a couple of men and women who were entangled with each other walked towards the inn not far from the bar, ready to do something more interesting.

Luo Meng, who had already finished eating the ice cream in his hand, tilted his head, stood up and moved his body a little stiff because of sitting for a long time.

"It's time to get moving!"

And a bald middle-aged man with a big belly and a fat neck that couldn't even be seen naturally entered Luo Meng's sight, as for the hot blonde girl he was hugging, Luo Meng just glanced at it, and saw that after she was carrying a red bag in her hand, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.

While many people enjoy nightlife, there's no denying that the number of people on the streets at night, especially after the wee hours of the morning, is much lower than during the day.

Thanks to the owner of "The Devil is Weeping", the policeman whom Romon had met on other streets when he was wandering around did not appear near this bar, and it is conceivable what kind of dirty business was hidden in it.

"Just, what's the matter with me?"

With a sneer, Romon trotted towards the bald middle-aged man with a flushed face and a hand up and down from time to time at the blonde beside him.

Almost 15 feet behind them, Romon shouted.

"Hey, sir, your wallet is off!"

The balding middle-aged man who heard the sound turned around with the blonde girl next to him, and watched a small child running towards them with a black men's wallet in his outstretched left hand.

The alcohol-numbed brain made the bald middle-aged man not think much about it, and just watched as the brown-haired boy ran in front of him, only a foot away from his body.

Subconsciously touched his pocket, felt the bulging wallet inside, and said inarticulately.

"Little ...... Child...... It's not, mine, my...... Heh......"

However, the bald middle-aged man's words finally did not speak, and the sound of the trachea in his throat as if he was leaking made him lose all his strength.

Before he closed his eyes, he saw the last scene, which was the immature face that withdrew a dagger from the neck of his female companion beside him......

"It's a pity that I couldn't enjoy this big ass girl caught tonight......"

After taking out the pebbles he had picked up from the fountain and smashing the two nearby street lamps, Romon returned the two corpses that were still twitching slightly.

After just a little searching, Romon left here with his own gains, and set his sights on the pair that had just come out of "The Devil is Weeping...... on men.

"It's disgustingly funny. ”

......

Two hours later, Romong, who had already received a large sum of pounds, looked at the streetlights that had almost extinguished half of the Hope Road, and couldn't help but grin.

Carrying a black shoulder bag, Romon refound a hotel a few blocks away and, after tipping £10, managed to settle into a comfortable room with a smile on his face.

Romong, who had slept until two o'clock in the afternoon, rubbed his eyes, touched his shriveled belly, picked up a shoulder bag with pounds and left the room.

"A sandwich, a big croissant, a fruit platter, a cup of hot tea. ”

At a restaurant not far from the hotel, Romon said what he needed under the strange look of the waiter, and then added.

"I forgot to eat breakfast in the morning and I'm hungry now, can I bring a sandwich first if I can?"

After a while, Romon who was feasting heard the exchange between the two ladies at a table next to him who were enjoying afternoon tea, and after taking a bite of the big croissant, he immediately put the food in his hand on the plate.

Elegantly wiping his mouth and picking up the slightly cooler cocoa, Romon pricked up his ears to listen carefully to the conversation between the two ladies beside him.