"I'm looking for someone who can do it."

In the lounge on the third floor of the Musket & Flame Tavern, a blonde Duke was sitting on a single sofa on stilts, and behind him were two black-clad bodyguards with big shoulders and round waists.

"I don't need your loyalty."

Duke flicked the ash into the ashtray, and his light blue eyes swirled back and forth between Grandin and Harris.

"I just hope that when Duke Sr. asks you for help, you can also get things done for me, and that's a fair deal."

He extinguished the remaining cigarette in the ashtray, then stared at Grandin, who was sitting opposite, and said, "Now tell me, what are you capable of, what can you do for me?" ”

It's another thing that can't be solved with gold pounds, so it would be nice if you could throw a persuasion like a running group.

The idea of escaping the difficulties swung back and forth in Grandin's head. For a moment, he could barely control himself and wanted to dig into his pocket to 'steal the gold coins'.

'Stealing Gold' has an ability that has long been overlooked by him, which can increase his charm and increase the success rate of persuasion. Considering that there is not enough time tonight, it seems that cheating with abilities is also optional.

But at this moment, the spirit washed down from Gruntin's head like ice, and it made Grandin start to re-examine his plans:

Viscount Spencer's experience has shown that the 'persuasion' ability of gold coins does not last long, so there are hidden dangers in using supernatural abilities to cheat. Before you know the details of the underground world, you will undoubtedly plant a bomb for yourself.

I don't like to be changed by others, and I shouldn't change others......

Grandin's thoughts were racing through his mind, and at last he stared himself into Duke's eyes and said:

"If you have a difficulty where you can turn to the National Police Agency for help, then you can come to me. I'll help you figure it out and do it better than they do. ”

"Look, it's another guy with an excessive sense of justice, but old Duke, I have a lot of things that I don't want the strips to get involved." Duke's goatee twitched, the corners of his mouth curled sarcastically, and he glanced at Harris as he spoke.

Just when Grandin thought it was no time, old Duke put down his stilted feet, leaned forward, and continued:

But who knows what will happen for sure? Maybe in the future, I will need one or two 'friends' who are full of justice, at least I don't have to worry about you shooting me in the back. ”

"Come with me, and let me show you what the real Enmatt looks like."

After old Duke finished speaking, he slowly stood up from the couch. Immediately, one of the bodyguards helped him open the door, and another quickly put on his coat for him.

But just as Grandin was about to follow, Duke Sr. waved them to wait.

"Wait, I've got to get this down first. Wearing this, I'm going to be an ogre. Old Duke reached out and ripped a dark red skull necklace from his neckline and handed it to one of the bodyguards.

The bodyguard trembled when he touched the necklace, and he didn't dare to delay for a moment, and immediately put the necklace into an iron box engraved with mysterious patterns.

"The Extraordinary?"

Grandin looked at Harris and raised an eyebrow slightly.

Ordinary people can't use otherworldly items.

"I said I wouldn't divulge my employer's information." Harris looked solemn and upright.

"Hey, when the family business is big, there will always be contact with another world." Duke grinned, revealing a golden denture. "I have to say that sometimes this stuff works really well...... Your name is Grandin? You are very nice and very honest. ”

"I thought I was charismatic enough to convince you in just a few words."

Grandin laughed at himself, and began to analyze in his heart:

Old Duke didn't make me feel dangerous, which meant that his sequence level wouldn't be too high. That extraordinary object just now may enhance a person's ability to see, or perceive danger...... He said that he almost became an ogre, inferred from the negative effects of such an evil sect as an extraordinary item...... What does the pendant possess is the danger perception ability of the 'criminal' path?

If I had just chosen to use 'Steal Gold', it would have been hard to predict the outcome once he sensed my malice.

As he pondered, old Duke had already gone downstairs.

Grandin, after summing up his lessons for a while, also followed Harris.

They descended the wooden staircase and entered the underground cellar from the first-floor storage room, where one of the bodyguards lit a portable kerosene lamp at the signal of Old Duke, and the other opened an arch in the corner of the cellar.

Behind the arch was a dark corridor that descended, and as soon as the door was opened, a cold wind poured out of the corridor.

The strong wind caused Grandin's eyes to narrow, and it also allowed him to tell that it was not a confined space below.

"In the old houses of Enmat, there are often such arches or wells. I'll take you in this time, and next time you'll have to find your own entrance, my wine cellar won't always be open to outsiders. ”

Old Duke explained, and went into the archway, where his two bodyguards, each carrying a kerosene lamp, were leading the way.

Grandin and Harris exchanged a glance, then followed suit.

The passage winds its way down to see how weathered the stones meet the walls. It must have been around for a long time, maybe hundreds, maybe thousands.

They descended the stone staircase, and after a steep ramp, they finally reached a wide area underground.

Dozens of passages were displayed in front of them, and the aisle behind them was just one of them.

"Collect your curiosity, if you wander around, I am not obligated to get you back."

After the old Duke finished speaking, he walked to one of the altars, Rao is Grandin's attention was amazing, and he had just not noticed anything that reached his calf at this height.

"This thing needs blood to activate, who of you will come?" Duke Sr. asked.

"Extraordinary, as long as they have enough occult knowledge, know that they can't drip anything with their own blood." Grandin was the first to refuse.

"Me too, maybe we can try something else." Harris also refused.

"You don't have to be so nervous, I've used this altar many times."

Old Duke didn't force it, he just raised his head slightly, and immediately a bodyguard stepped forward. He rolled up his cuffs and slit his arm with the dagger he carried with him, letting the blood drip onto the altar.

Almost as soon as the blood came into contact with the altar, a cold wind rolled up out of thin air.

Grandin felt something caress his ankle, and it made his hair stand on end. This kind of gloomy coldness is like returning to the Burris cemetery. He resisted the thought of turning on his vision, and Harris on the side was also a little uncomfortable.