The underground area of the fragrant leaf bar.

Misoor, who was in a somewhat abnormal mental state, grabbed the collar of Julius Ozil with a hideous face, and asked through gritted teeth:

"Who the hell is that helper Daniz?"

The burly and sturdy Ozr with the blood of Fursac did not resist violently because he was lost face in front of his subordinates, although he could easily break free from the pull of the corrupt baron, he chose to forbear and retreat, because the Mithor in front of him was like a mad dog, feeling that he would pounce and tear anyone's flesh at any time.

"No one knows him, that person is very raw, he must have only recently arrived." Ozil suppressed his dissatisfaction and said in a kind voice.

"What does he look like?"

"Where are you now?"

Mithor roared, thinking back to his painful experience last night, and if he couldn't find enough valuable clues, he was afraid that what awaited him would be an abyss of pain, or even the most terrible death.

"I have a portrait, but where I ...... it"

At this time, Ozil's younger brother suddenly peeked in the doorway, and saw that the boss was being grabbed by the collar, and immediately shrank back in fright.

Ozil gave him a look, and one of the men in the room walked out the door to bring the man back.

"Boss, the guy you asked us to find, he's drinking upstairs right now."

The man wept and shrunk with a sad face, stammering and explaining the purpose of the trip.

Misoor immediately let go of his grip on Ozil's collar and rushed out.

Ozil also hurriedly tidied up his clothes, took his subordinates, and followed.

"Bang!"

As soon as Gelman saw Misoor rush out from behind the bar, he immediately drew his gun and fired, and the bar quickly descended into a riot.

A minute later, Misore bloomed beautiful flowers.

Crane dragged Misoor's corpse, which had lost its extraordinary properties, and walked in the direction Misool had come from, intending to find dinner for Little Hunger.

At this time, Ozil and his men had just arrived, like a bunch of unprofessional food delivery people.

Five minutes later......

"Bang dang!"

The table in front of Uss Kent was smashed, and Misool was brought up like a plate of cold dishes.

If I eat some smoked salmon before drinking, I won't get drunk like this!

Am I hallucinating because I'm too drunk? Gelman, who was polite just now, killed two extraordinary people who were not weak in the blink of an eye, including Misoor, the clever talker, who had a bounty of up to 5,400 pounds.

After leaving the body with Uss Kent, Klein did not go directly back to the inn, but walked in the direction of the Red Theater.

He was going to go to the address of the missing person poster and pick up the hundred pounds, and if someone cut off his beard, I might feel as painful as if I had lost a hundred million.

A small shop that didn't look serious at first glance appeared in front of Klein, and he confirmed the address and walked in.

The boss turned out to be Beckland's stinky fat pharmacist who sold aphrodisiacs.

Seeing that there were no customers in the store for the time being, Klein said bluntly:

"I know Roy King's whereabouts."

"Really?"

The fat pharmacist's round face immediately showed a smile of surprise, and he hurriedly asked:

"Where is he?"

"He was secretly captured by the military and is currently being held in the dungeons of the Governor's Palace."

"You can get paid."

After Klein finished speaking, he began to wait, but the fat pharmacist's surprised expression gradually became stiff, and he hesitated and muttered:

"How do I know if what you say is true, in case you are lying, unless...... Unless you bring him to me......"

The more he spoke, the quieter it became.

Klein said in an indifferent voice:

"That's another price."

Am I really crazy to go to the Governor's Mansion to fish for people?

Klein casually thought that if this pharmacist dared not pay, heh, Gelman would let you and your owl sell off your debts, in a way that had extraordinary properties.

Back at the hotel, Klein found Daniz sleeping in his room.

The sound of the door opening woke Daniz, who was confused for a moment, and then immediately came to his senses, pulled out a smile that was strange because of bitterness, and said:

"Why did you come back, the captain said that the supplies have arrived, let's contact the rebels in the evening to receive them."

"If you don't come back, I don't dare to go out at all."

Daniz was temporarily blasted out, and he was about to put today's harvest in his personal space when he heard a faint voice:

"You hunted a corrupt baron today?"

"You went out to feed your gloves, don't you know how to bring me a supper?"

Late at night, following and protecting Daniz to complete the secret connection with the Resistance, Daniz finally returned to the Golden Dream with both joy and worry.

At this time, a sailor approached him and asked Daniz curiously:

"Boss, did you really kill the Iron Maiviti?"

Daniz immediately wanted to affirm the other man's question, and then boasted, but he immediately thought of the demigod who was looking for and hunting him down, and he grinned and replied weakly:

"Yes, but that's not worth mentioning."

He glanced at the admiring eyes of his companions and muttered in his heart: Not only that, but I also made an important contribution to the death of the admiral.

Crane, who slept until noon the next day, found that Misoor's bounty had not yet arrived.

Klein was going to find some extraordinary, meetups, and see if he could find the supporting materials he needed.

When he came to a bar near the Red Theater, the noise gradually became quieter as he walked in, and the crowd split his way like a tide, and many people even began to cautiously slip towards the back door of the bar.

The fat pharmacist, who was drinking sullen wine in worry, happened to see this scene.

"He's such a powerful adventurer!"

Then I'...... Isn't it......

Causing such a commotion, Crane had to turn around and walk out, he planned to change his face and go back, it was said that there was an underground market, and there was usually a gathering of the more advanced extraordinary.

As soon as he walked to the entrance of a narrow dark alley, Klein clearly felt that someone was following him, unabashedly following, of course, it could also be disguised, but the ability was too good.

He stopped and looked back, surprised to find that it was the fat pharmacist who seemed to be a member of the School of Life.

The fat pharmacist stepped forward, worried in his heart, and said with a sneer on his face:

"You said last time it was a different price, so how much do you need to be paid to be willing to get Roy King out for me?"

Am I a mad adventurer, or are you?

After the fat pharmacist said the request, his expression quickly became depressed and depressed, as if he had exhausted all his courage.

He muttered to himself very quietly:

"There's only so much I can do, there's only so much, and if, if no one wants to go, I don't care about you."

Excuse me, farewell!

Crane didn't think much of it, turned and left.

The moon is dark and the wind is high at night, when people are killed and set on fire.

Crane was lying on the roof of a building, looking out at the Governor's Palace, which was late at night, and many of the rooms in the Governor's Palace were still lit.

It's not that Klein suddenly became kind and planned to help the fat pharmacist save people, but that the lamp god was dissatisfied that he didn't give him the extraordinary properties of the hunting Misoor, and had to go to the governor's palace to hunt by himself.

This made Klein very difficult, and perhaps there were some of the Extraordinary Men of the Doge's Mansion who were full of evil and worth hunting, but most of them were not.

It was not a question of justice or evil in colonial rule, and from an outsider's point of view, he did not think he was qualified to judge such a thing.

Eventually, he and the Lamp God agreed that they would go to the Doge's Palace to rescue Roy King, and then have the School of Life pay for the extraordinary items or properties of the Arbiter or Lawyer pathway.