Grandin sighed and continued reading.

"This lucky guy has been packed into a lead box by me, please pay attention to check."

He was stunned, still wondering how a person could be stuffed into a lead box. Only then did I realize that this "lucky man" had become an extraordinary trait.

This is the main material for a Sequence 7 prepared directly for me? Didn't you ask about the recipe for Sequence Seven?

He hurriedly looked down, but the next long paragraph of the text was describing interesting things about military life, and the final summary was, 'Everything is fine except for the absence of women.' ’

"It's too much of a jump. It seems that we can only wait for the ship to arrive at the port to see it myself. ”

Grandin was a little helpless, and could only pray in his heart that the sea ship would not meet the storm. He had finished reading the last line of the letter and turned the page.

The second page of the letter is very large and is bolded.

"My brother, don't say I won't give you a chance! There is also a bronze mirror from the Solomonic period that I have collected on the ship, please pass it on to my father, Earl Hall. ”

The whole letter was written without a head.

"Opportunity? What chances? Opportunity to get a large loan? ”

Grandin read it again and again, making sure that nothing was missing, and then put the letter away.

It's late at night, and tomorrow is a new week.

"All strife will end and begin in June."

As he was extinguishing the gas lamp, Grandin suddenly had a wandering thought.

……

On Monday morning, the newspaper was delivered by another newsboy, and Wiggins had already been thoroughly involved with the fraudster. Grandin took the time to go to the Black Lagoon space to take a look, Wiggins's fate was very stable, so he didn't care about him.

While Grandin was waiting for the carriage on the side of the road, he suddenly felt cold, and he felt like a poisonous snake was crawling on his body.

Am I being targeted?

This constant sense of prying made him uncomfortable, and the little sleepiness left in the morning was completely washed away. Taking the opportunity to tidy up his clothes, he took out his pocket watch and used the small mirror on the inside of the pocket watch to confirm the location of the stalker.

Statues, bushes, billboards, these places were all excluded by him. Eventually, he noticed something different in the shadow of a house's chimney.

The flashing of exaggerated costumes gave him a glimpse of the identity of the stalker.

It is a "master of tricks".

It seems that Charles is more out of his breath than expected.

Grandin quietly put away his pocket watch and boarded the carriage.

"Where are you going, sir?"

The coachman asked.

"Hilston District, Stock Exchange."

As the carriage moved, the feeling of being spied on still appeared intermittently.

Now he completely confirmed the other party's sequence. can move quickly in the intricate city, and it seems that the other party is the "apprentice" sequence with the ability to 'open the door'.

When he arrived at the stock exchange, Grandin stared at the trading board for a moment. When a tall man staggered by, he seized the opportunity to get away from the stalk.

As a result of this round-and-forth, he finally arrived at the church more than an hour later than planned. So he was beaten up very badly by Bishop Rosen today.

For the next few days, Grandin continued to live this life of hide-and-seek.

There was a change in his itinerary, and in the morning he usually went to the stock exchange. In the afternoon, I will take advantage of the convenience of being a night watchman to go in and out of some high-end clubs. Occasionally, I would go to the pier and ask if there were any ships from West Byron calling at the port.

Every time he goes to a high-end club, the stalking just disappears. It seems that the "master of tricks" is quite cautious, knowing that this kind of occasion may run into other high-ranking extraordinaires.

And after excluding this time period, the difficulty of monitoring the stalker has not decreased. Grandin's high spirituality makes him extremely sensitive to any line of sight, which causes the stalkers to often miss him.

The "master of tricks" became less and less patient, and from watching from afar at the beginning, it developed into a blatant close stalking.

Before the situation develops into a kidnapping, Grandin begins to show his peculiarity in front of the stalkers. For example, before buying a certain stock, he will 'secretly' take out a pendulum for divination.

The result was finally satisfactory to the stalker, and he lived peacefully for the next few days.

On Sunday, Grandin paid dividends as usual and raised funds for the next tranche, but this time the target of 20,000 gold pounds was not met. The first is that the raising time is too short, and the second is that it is difficult for existing investors to come up with a large amount of money at one time.

Grandin heard that there were already some investors who were ready to take out bank loans to invest, which made him feel the pressure.

By the time he had sent all the guests away, it was 3 p.m. when he heard the 'jingle' of the doorbell.

The ferocious spirit's anger began to surge, and Grandin had to activate the Sleep Charm to put it to sleep again.

He sat in the living room and didn't move, but he already knew who the visitor was.

Next is show time.

Cosette opened the door and ushered the visitor into the living room.

It was none other than Charles and his bodyguards, the guy who was big and suspected of being a "martial artist".

"Mr. Grandin."

Charles sat naturally across from Grandin, with the same arrogance on his face as ever.

The strong man of the tower stood behind him.

"Hello, Mr. Charles. As I said, we meet again. The seniors came here this time, do you have any guidance? Grandin was flat, and he didn't get up to shake hands.

This nonchalant attitude made Charles's face pale slightly, and his tone was slightly cold, "It seems that the decoration of Your Excellency's home does not match your reputation." ”

It's been almost a month since she moved in, and Grandin hasn't changed the layout of the house. It's still pretty much the same as it was after Bud moved, but with a few more necessities.

"Because I'm not going to be here for long, the West End or Queens is where I should be."

When Grandin said this, he showed extraordinary confidence.

"Oh? I do think Your Excellency will be here for a while. ”

Charles spoke with a cold expression, like a venomous snake about to attack.

"What do you mean?" Grandin picked up Cosette's black tea and let her out of the living room.

"Well, it's wonderful to be extraordinary, isn't it? But you seem to be too flamboyant. The Orthodox Church doesn't like wild extraordinaries like you, and the dark dungeons of the Church are where you should be. ”

The viper spewed venom, and Charles was pleased to see his target's hand shaking the teacup.

"What extraordinary! I don't know......" Grandin calmly lowered the teacup back onto the table, but as he took the sugar jar, he spilled some powdered sugar.

"Haha, a serious investment manager doesn't use divination to determine an investment project. I have to say that from the very first time, Your Excellency made a deep impression on me.

Presumably the gambling at the racetrack...... Also used the same trick? What a handy ability. ”

Charles licked the corners of his mouth, and there was some envy in his voice.

His smile gave a chilled feeling.

Grandin's face was cloudy, and his hand slowly reached for his waist.

"I advise you not to do anything stupid, you can't be faster than Otto at this distance."

The bodyguard named Otto bounced up from behind the sofa in an instant, and his body shrank in mid-air, past the coffee table in the middle. His pounce was swift as a tiger.

Under Grandin's horrified gaze, Otto's hand twisted his arm back like a pincer. He could no longer hold the revolver in his hand, and it fell on the couch.

Grandin let out a snort.

Otto snorted disdainfully when he saw the pistol. He picked up the revolver and broke it with both hands, bending the barrel of the gun.

"You...... What are you going to do! ”

Grandin clutched his arms and couldn't stop backing away, with a completely panicked expression on his face.

"Two pounds!"

He calmly memorized the bill in his mind.