Grandin had forgotten the name of the orphan who was born half a monster, but he remembered that the man had been moving around the Dragon's Bar. He now needs to head to the tavern, where he needs to find the new member of the team???.. coM

In order to catch the afternoon train, he had to give up the idea of going to a restaurant. Instead, while waiting for the public carriage, I bought a snack called 'Tingen cake' near the platform.

It's a syrup pie that tastes decent and provides plenty of calories.

The 'Dragon Bar' was in the docks, and as he got out of the carriage, even though he was still quite far away from the bar, he could faintly hear waves of shouts, mixed with shouting and rude screams.

"This atmosphere is very similar to the one in 'Guns and Ranzi', this time you won't let me prove myself with my fists again, right?"

The dull pain in his head grew strong at the thought of the troublesome things that might happen.

The tavern was surrounded by warehouses, and Grandin couldn't find his target outside, so he had to push open the heavy door of the tavern and enter.

The sweltering heat, the smell of sweat, and the smell of alcohol made his newly recovered face pale again.

The layout of the dragon bar is actually similar to that of old Fury, with a boxing ring in the center, two topless men fighting fiercely, and the bottom of the ring is full of drinkers. Looking at the way they shouted indulgently, they should have pressed a lot of Sule for their respective supporters.

Grandin walked around the small tavern, still not finding his target. However, he knew that in addition to selling alcohol, it was also an underground market in Tingen, and there was a huge area hidden behind the tavern. So he doesn't need to be anxious, he can go there and look for it.

Naturally, this is what Klein told him last time.

The underground market in Tingen, like that in Beckland, is under the surveillance of the Church.

This couldn't help but make him go to Enmat City, where the Night Watch team had only been established for a short time, so he didn't talk about it. But it seems that even the substitutes of the Storm Church did not understand how many underground markets there were......

Grandin shook his head, no longer thinking about it, and when he gave up some of his thoughts, the dull pain in his head lessened.

According to the information given by Klein, he walked around the ring and walked directly to a billiard room at the back of the ring.

In the billiard room, there are two people who are not easy to mess with at first glance. They grabbed the clubs, laughed and played at the same time.

After seeing the strange face of Grandin, one of them spoke:

"This guest, the billiard room does not entertain outsiders."

I don't have any tokens, nor do I have any acquaintances to introduce me...... Wait, if I just call out Old Neil's name, they should let me in......

Grandin thought for a moment and said calmly:

"It was Mr. Neil who introduced me here."

"I've heard that you can trade weird things that don't quite comply with government regulations?" He took out the small lead box in the tuxedo pocket and shook it in front of the two of them.

"The introducer should come with you ......"

The two janitors stared at him scrutinically.

Grandin's face was kind:

"Can I leave my suitcase here?" Carrying it along the way exhausted me. ”

Leaving a suitcase is equivalent to leaving a collateral. At the very least, this shows his attitude - he will not mess around in this underground market.

The two guards looked at each other, and then they moved out of the way, among which was >>

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One man raised his hand at the secret door behind the billiard room:

"This is Svein's territory, and he's the owner of the tavern. Whatever you sell here, give him one-twentieth of the proceeds. ”

"I remember, the deal was pretty fair."

Grandin nodded in agreement with the condition.

After entering the secret door, he passed through several vacant rooms one after another, and then his eyes suddenly opened up to see a place the size of half a football field.

There are no fixed stalls here, and all the sellers just find a spot at random and put down their own bottles and cans. Some of them stood by the stalls with their hands crossed, others on the mazaars they had brought.

"Judging by the distance I've just walked, this should be the warehouse at the back of the tavern. Alas, even a chair was not provided after the venue fee was charged...... This service attitude is really bad, if I open a black market here, I can crush him in minutes. ”

He thought about things, but his footsteps did not stop, and he was also looking for his goal as he passed through the stalls.

The spiritual materials in this underground market are quite complete, and plants such as absinthe, moon flower, sleeping grass, and mandarin can be seen. Small pieces of glow stones, various rough-processed gold and silver flakes, also appeared in front of his eyes from time to time.

"Maybe I can find the potion materials I need here......"

The thought flashed through his mind.

But the long-term training allowed him to grasp this hazy feeling in an instant, which was a hint given to him by spirituality!

He subconsciously wanted to pull out the 'Destiny Charm' to enhance his luck and make it easier for him to achieve his goals.

Then his hand stopped awkwardly in mid-air:

"I forgot that the 'Destiny Charm' has been consumed...... Anyway, the trading market is so big, if there really are materials I need, I will always find them one by one. ”

With this in mind, Grandin observed more closely along the way. By the time he reached the middle of the warehouse, he could already be sure that the figure he was looking for was not here.

After all, as he thought, this place was so big, it was still quite easy to find someone. He stood in the middle of the field and swept around, but no one could touch him spiritually.

It seems that the task of finding new members is not as smooth as he imagined, but he is not without success.

Grandin noticed the old man sitting in the left corner.

The old man had messy brown hair, rather sharp blue eyes, a shabby naval officer's coat, thick arms, and strong muscles.

In front of him was a metal table with a few items on it. This peculiar style has already shown his identity.

Grandin's heart moved, and he walked up with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Svein."

Svein looked rather haughty, but when he did speak, he was amiable:

"Hello, you can take a look at everything here."

"Okay, these seem to be a bit ......"

Grandin looked at a few objects on the metal table: a spell engraved with the symbol of the waves and the wind, presumably made by the Sailor Extraordinary. A dagger like a tentacle, and when he looked closely, he found that the blade was really a tentacle, and it really moved!

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