"Don't be so confident."

Since the deal was done, Rowena didn't mind saying a few more words.

She gloated:

"This extraordinary object is made by craftsmen and has a period of 7 months of use. Because of its powerful effect, it was extremely sought-after at first, and for the first three months it was only circulated in the hands of members of the sect. Guess why the sect was willing to let it appear on the list of traded items this time? ”

Rowena walked over and tapped her index finger lightly on Grantin's chest:

"Because its holders are all consumables, and no one can survive half a month with the use of the key. The creatures that popped out of the door also caused a lot of chaos in the station. So you are already its fifth owner, please pay extra attention when using it. ”

"I hope that next time this information can be communicated to me before the transaction."

Grantin replied in a flat tone.

He wasn't too surprised, if the 'homecoming key' was really good enough, it wouldn't reach him at all.

"Honey, I'm a bad person. I'll have to go back to my life, and I'll send you the dhow documents when I've got them in order. ”

Rowena stretched lazily, a gesture that made her look even more charming.

"By the way, don't forget to lock the door when you leave."

As soon as she finished speaking, the whole person faded into a haze and quickly disappeared into the shadows.

Grandin waited in place for a moment, then he closed his eyes, his mind began to calm, his bound spirituality was released by him, and invisible fluctuations swept through the entire warehouse in an instant.

After a 'safe' feedback from his intuition, he reached out and grabbed the cable and climbed onto the three-masted galleon.

On the deck are miscellaneous items such as cables, canvases, empty barrels, etc. Without looking too far, he walked through the cabin and down the stairs to the second floor.

The cabins on the second floor were equally empty, with a neat row of firing holes on either side, but there was no sign of artillery. Grandin walked to the stern, lifted the cover, and looked into the bottom of the sailboat.

The bottom compartment was almost completely hidden in the darkness, and when the lid was opened, only a small spot of light was cast on the bottom of the cabin.

Although this was not expected, it was only a minor annoyance for him.

Grandin thought for a moment, then took out a small test tube containing glowstone powder from the inside pocket of his trench coat.

After infusing himself with spirituality, a faint but constant light appeared in his hands.

It's a wasteful use, of course, but Grandin, who just made a fortune today, thinks it's worth saving some time with money.

Ignoring the fishy smell on the tip of his nose and the rotting smell of wood, he entered the bottom chamber.

When he traded with Rowena, he had already figured out his next steps.

Deliver the sailing ship directly and let the witch sect sell slaves, that is to create evil. So he also has to provide some 'after-sales service' to the Witch Sect. For example, contact your own fanatics and ask him to carry out justice.

What he has to do now is to make this ship connect with Arthur, so that Arthur can find it on the sea.

Grandin laid the glowing test tube flat on the ground, unfolded another piece of parchment, and began to carve and perform the ritual:

"O witness to thousands of stories, you are the mysterious master of the Black Lake, and you are the ultimate destination of endless destiny."

"I pray for your favor."

"I pray for your blessing."

After saying the prayer, after hearing the illusory sound of supplication in his ears, Grandin immediately went to the Black Lake to answer his prayer.

He plucked the fruit of doom belonging to Arthur from the branch of the 'Numerology Tree' and threw it into the illusory door along the sacrificial passage.

"The fruit of doom that belongs to Arthur will definitely have a strong attraction to him, and Arthur will be able to find it along this occult connection without even me informing him."

"Even if Arthur doesn't find the ship in the end, the Fruit of Doom will make the people on this ship unlucky enough. This slows down their delivery time and leaves me looking for other options. ”

Grandin nodded, believing that his plan was rather meticulous.

The golden flames in his eyes gradually dissipated, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already back at the bottom of the cabin.

Looking at the simple ritual and the illusory fruit of doom floating in mid-air, Grandin chuckled:

"It's still convenient to pray for myself, if I dare to pray to other gods in such a perfunctory way, I'm afraid I will suffer the wrath of the gods."

Grandin reached out and removed the fruit that had floated in the air, it was weightless when held in his hand, but its dull color alone was reminiscent of ominous.

After prying open a plank with the triangular thorn he had with him, he stuffed the fruit into the sandwich between the planks and the planks.

The side where the fruit came into contact with the plank melted instantly, and its power began to permeate the entire sailboat.

This change of fortune based on fate is imperceptible without the relevant authority. In this regard, Grandin is confident.

He then cleaned up the site again, removing all traces. Then he stopped and quickly left the warehouse and walked towards the station of the public carriage.

Queens, 2nd Floor, 13 West Ward Street.

A shadow in the hallway light suddenly stood up, and with a slight shake, it changed from an invisible shadow to a physical human form.

Grandin, who was disguised in appearance and clothing, knocked on the door with a code of three long and two short.

According to my observations, this whole building should be the property of the Aurora Society, and if the rent is collected, how many gold pounds will be there per year. Most of the rooms are now vacant, which not only increases the risk of exposure, but also wastes! If I had a building in Queens......

Before Grandin's thoughts drifted further, the door opened.

The door was opened by the attendant who had been following Mr. 'A', who cautiously surveyed Grandin's entire body and finally recognized him by the red wizard's hat badge he wore on his chest.

So the waiter politely said:

"I'm sorry, sir. Visitors are not allowed outside of gathering hours. ”

"I'm here to hand in the mission." Grandin raised the parchment in his hand, "The 'hermit' and his minions in the East End have been cleared by me, and this is the list. ”

The waiter let out a distinct inhalation.

"Please wait, sir. I went to ask my host. You can sit in the living room for a while. ”

With that, he opened the door completely, and he himself turned and walked back into the room.

The living room is a meeting place for the extraordinary, and the furnishings here have never changed, but they still remain the same. Curtains block out all natural light, and only gas lamps on the walls provide lighting.

The sharp-eyed Grandin saw that there were still some furniture crumbs hidden in the carpet, which were of course Hugh's masterpiece after the last big fuss.

It hasn't been cleaned up after so long?

Grandin suddenly had a guess that keeping the room dark all year round was not only to create an atmosphere of mystery, but also to reduce the number of cleanings.