To welcome Grandin's arrival, Lorota decides to take the whole group out for a big meal.

"Don't you need to leave someone here to guard it?"

Grandin asked, carrying a suitcase that was half lighter.

"It's okay."

Lorota, who was wearing a coat, glanced up at the wall clock on the wall:

"From the evening onwards, it is no longer suitable for human life. When night falls completely, the cemetery will indiscriminately attack all living creatures, except for me, who left a mark. ”

This cemetery sounds like a large Chanis Gate, but it certainly doesn't work the same way.

Grandin wondered in his mind.

Although Lorota said nothing, they stayed in the carriage and stayed outside the cemetery until the sun had completely set before leaving.

It's still Milton who drives.

They found a famous local restaurant and had a seafood meal. The Grandin was impressed by the seafood boiled in the red sauce and the Encat shrimp risotto, and the sweet and sour flavor whetted the appetite. It's a pity that the whole company combined, not even a single table was filled.

When the party was over, everyone dispersed, and Lorota sat in the carriage front room, reins in hand:

"I have to go back to being a 'grave keeper', have you found a place to stay?"

"Not yet, I'm going to find a hotel to live in first, and I'll see if there is a house for rent tomorrow."

In fact, Grandin's idea was to buy a house of his own, rather than renting a house.

Alas, it seems that the habit of buying a house is engraved in my genes.

He watched as Lorota lit the kerosene lamp hanging from the carriage with a match.

The city of Enmat is completely different from Beckland, where the crimson moon that hangs in the night sky is not blocked by a yellowish mist, and the moonlight is bright and clear.

He watched as Lorota raised his whip, "I've been a teammate with you for so long, and this is the first time I've seen you drive a carriage. ”

Lorota looked a little more concerned, and she drove her horse to two steps:

"What's so strange about this, I learned it with a little try. Before I came here, I was a layman. ”

"And as long as you leave the city, there are not many people on the road at all, so you don't have to worry about hitting anyone."

"See you tomorrow!"

She flicked her whip.

"Smack!"

"Shhhh

The horse's hooves flew and the carriage began to move forward rapidly. The kerosene lamp that hung on the side of the carriage and shook violently soon disappeared into the night.

"This is a rampant clan, may the goddess bless passers-by."

Grandin draws a series of drawings on his chest, depicting the shape of the Crimson Moon.

......

South End, 'Guns N' Ranzi' Tavern.

Business was brisk in the tavern, but only Bourkeso sat at the bar.

"Why are you back again?"

Old Fury was lying in an easy chair behind the bar, and there were a few more bartenders in the tavern at this point, so he just had to stay at the bar and wait for the money to be collected.

"I remember you also had lodging here." Grandin sat down, his hands on the countertop, "I need a room." ”

"Boss! You're back? The muscled Bourkeso squeezed over excitedly.

Grandin nodded at the strong man.

"Second floor, the first room on the left side of the staircase. Don't leave anything valuable in your room, you won't be responsible for losing it. Don't go up to the third floor, that's my private room. Old Fury took a cigarette in his mouth and took a key from the key ring.

He threw the key to Grandin:

"What kind of wine do you want to drink?"

"As soon as I get to work, I won't get alcohol on it, please give me a glass of lemonade. But you can take out the treasured gold lanzi, tomorrow I want to drink the free lanzi. ”

Grandin took the key and said confidently.

This kind of commission is easy for him, after all, he is different from ordinary detectives, he has mysterious powers from the extraordinary.

Old Fury was stunned for a moment, and then immediately reacted, "Huh." Boy, your tone is quite big, then I'll wait for your good news. ”

Grandin lifted his suitcase, bypassed the partition behind the bar, and before stepping up the stairs, he turned and said:

"Bourkeso, I need your favor later, please wait here for a while."

"Okay, boss." Bourkeso agreed without saying a word.

By the time Grandin came downstairs again, he had already changed into his outfit. A white linen gown, blue baggy trousers, and a red loincloth wrapped around his waist made him a standard sailor's outfit.

On his mouth and cheeks is a black beard, which at first glance gives people a rough and wild taste.

Exposed skin is dark brown.

When he went downstairs and picked up the glass of lemonade from the bar, Old Fury was visibly stunned.

"Boss?" Bourkeso asked with a slight hesitation.

"It's me." Grandin leaned back against the bar, and when he spoke again, his voice became gruffled, "How can you tell?" ”

"I don't know, it's just a feeling."

Bourkesus touched his somewhat reflective head.

"I'm a little confident that you'll be able to handle this today." Old Fury leaned over in surprise, "You can't be an agent, are you?" What's that, well, 'MI9'? ”

In the end, even he himself laughed 'hum, hum'.

How could an agent be so idle, just to earn him a cup of gold every day?

"Boss, what do you have for me?" Bourkeso clutched the wooden wine glass in his hand, and his tone was a little eager.

"I'd like to invite you to the Tavern of Musket and Blazere."

Grandin said as he mentally perfected his plan.

"The place? Is it bad to drink here? Bourkeso's eyes were full of disdain, "The wine there can fade out of the birds." ”

"Idiot! Is it to make you actually go drinking? You've got to move your fists! Fury, who was more experienced, reached out from behind the bar to pat Bourkeso's shiny brain.

However, Bourkeso was too tall for him to succeed, and he had to slap him on the shoulder instead.

"That's right. Since they sent 'Bloody Mengqi' to smash the field at noon, of course we should go to 'greet' in the evening, which is very reasonable. The more you make a fuss, the easier it will be for me to get it. ”

Grandin put on a sailor's turban and added.

He took out another brown wig and put it on Bourkeso. Then the ointment was smeared, and the iconic scar on the strong man's face disappeared.

These are all drag props provided by Rowena.

"I'm good at it!" Bourkeso's eyes lit up, and he decided to show off his talents in front of the boss.

"But isn't it too dangerous for him to be alone, Duke guy has a lot of thugs in the tavern."

Old Fury pondered the question, and for a moment he didn't pay attention, and the ash of the cigarette fell on his hand, making him grin for a while.

"I can hit ten!"

Bourkeso flexed his muscles, his shirt almost bursting as he expanded his chest.

But instead of listening to his boasting, Grandin looked over his head. Bourkeso's strong will caused an orange light cluster to appear above his head.

This suggests that the future of Bourkeso's 'fight ten' is very likely.

"Of course that's not a problem." Grandin pulled out the 'Charm of Destiny' from his pants pocket.

"Ding—"

The charm in the shape of a gold coin was flicked up by him:

"I, in my name, grant Bourkeso enough luck."

The orange light above Bourkeso's head suddenly turned crimson.

"Boss, is this some kind of witchcraft?"

Confused, Overlord touched his whole body and didn't notice any difference.

"It's my personal habit. You can think of it as a pre-war mobilization, or as a blessing. ”

Grandin caught the slightly blackened 'Destiny Charm' with one hand, and shook it vigorously in the air with the other.

[Destiny is decided. 】

Black ash drifted in front of him, and an irregular slicing sheet appeared on the black lake.

"Let's go."

......

'Musket & Blaze' Tavern.

This tavern is a whole lap larger than Old Fury's. The first floor is a tavern, the second floor is a casino, and there is even a leather and meat business here.

The dim and ambiguous light and alcohol stimulate people's primitive desires.

Grandin didn't find Duke on the first floor, so he ordered a beer and quietly sat down near the staircase.

Instead of acting with Grandin, Bourkeso sat at the other end of the tavern, and he began to find fault.

The quality of the drink, the attitude of the service, and even the dirt on the chair were disgusted by him. After thoroughly expressing his displeasure, he walked to the center of the ring and began to challenge all the drinkers who could stand:

"You're all a bunch of soft eggs! If you are not convinced, come up and teach me a lesson! ”

Bourkeso stood there, pointing his fingers one by one:

"You, you, and you, didn't you take your ** with you when you went out?"

The group ridicule effect was so good that seven or eight people jumped into the ring on the spot.

Bourkeso screamed and mingled with them.

"Whoa!"

The side rope that held the ring suddenly broke, and the fight was no longer confined to the ring, and they began to move to other parts of the tavern.

A stout sailor had just thrown his fist at Bourkeso when he stepped on a bottle. He rolled and knocked down another man who had participated in the siege.

And so the riots began to expand.

The thugs who stood in all corners of the tavern quickly noticed the commotion. They surrounded the people in the scuffle from all sides.

As a vicious-faced thug with a bottle of wine passed by, Grandin, pretending to be an ordinary drinker, stretched out his foot.

The thug who stared at the front of him did not notice and tripped hard. His head slammed into the corner of the table, and he passed out without saying a word.

"Smack!"

And the empty bottle in his hand slammed softly on the back of a drunkard.

"Which dog ** dares to beat Lao Tzu?"

The drunkard, who was watching the excitement, turned around with a hook and smashed it in the face of another person behind him.

"You're."

The person who was punched inexplicably was also a ruthless stubble, he grabbed a stool and smashed it forward!

"Oops!"

"I*!"

It is no longer known who did it first, but in short, more and more drunkards are beginning to join the carnival.

Wine bottles, chairs, tables, anything that could be picked up became a weapon.

Smash Bros. began.

"What's wrong? What's going on! ”

An angry roar came from the staircase, and Grandin's eyes narrowed slightly as he sat at the wine table.

Blonde, bald, goatee, this is the master!

Duke walked down from the second floor with a few thugs.

"Okay, if you dare to make trouble here, give it to me! Throw out all the troublemakers! You two stay with me. ”

Everyone was staring at the crowd in the scuffle, and no one noticed Grandin approaching from the flanks and rear.

He stumbled over to Duke and grabbed the thin old man by the shoulder.

"Gott~"

Duke was startled, his body shrunk out of Grandin's vomiting range, and said in disgust:

"Don't let this drunk stain the floor here! Get him out! ”

The thugs next to him began to roll up their sleeves.

"Can I still drink...... Again, give me another glass of Blazer! ”

Grandin staggered to the bar and staggered back to the table.

"Smack!"

Two 5 Soles bills were slapped on the table by him.

The thug, who had just rolled up his sleeves, turned his head to look at his boss again.

"What are you doing? Serve this guest another glass of Blanczi! ”

Old Duke kicked the thug in the shin and commanded.

When the bartender brought Lie Lang Qi in, this corner was no longer noticed.

Grandin feigned drunkenness, and lay on the table, his hand clutching a hair that had been taken from Old Duke's shoulder:

"This is the mysterious power from the transcendent......"

He fell into a dream.

The world of the dream is shattered and distorted, and some large pieces gradually merge into a complete picture.

It was the third floor of the tavern, and Old Duke was holding Fury's purchase order, and he removed the landscape painting, opened the safe, and put the purchase order inside.

The number displayed on the mechanical dial of the safe is '168'.

After getting the information he wanted, Grandin woke up from his dream. He got up, flipped the gas switch, and turned off a gas lamp mounted on the wall.

It's a signal. After noticing that the lights went out, Bourkeso cleverly began to quietly evacuate to the door.

He simply became the most slippery catfish, and those who approached him either fell inexplicably, or were fisted by someone else and dragged into a scuffle.

On the other side, Grandin took advantage of the emptiness of the guards, walked through the second-floor casino, and went directly to the third-floor.

He wore gloves and held the doorknob, spiritually calm and slightly active.

'I can enter. ’

This is a judgment that comes from intuition.

So he immediately opened the door with great lockpicking skills and entered the old Duke's common room. The soft carpet in the room absorbs all sounds, which makes it easier for him to move.

By the light coming from the hallway, he came to the landscape and pushed it to the left, revealing the safe behind it.

After knowing the code, the safe becomes a toy. It didn't take much effort for Grandin to open it.

There were some gold bangs and sylles in the box, which he didn't touch. There was also a ledger inside, and a stack of documents was pressed underneath.

Old Fury's purchase order is in this stack of documents.

Grandin flipped through the slip and, having found his target, replaced it with another purchase slip from Old Fury.

This new purchase list does not contain 'snake vine fruit', only 'snake twist'. Hops are the main ingredient for brewing beer, commonly known as hops, and it is not illegal to use this kind of thing.

"But are there any ocean-going trading companies willing to transport rye beer?"

Grandin looked at the supplier on the Duke bill:

'Scarpa Ocean Trading Company. ’

"No one is going to make a loss-making deal, unless it's an empty ship that has unloaded nearby and pulls another batch of cargo to the port of Enmat."

"Scapa Ocean Trading Company unloads ...... elsewhere"

The smuggling port instantly occurred to his mind.