When Sean woke up, the sun was already shining on the edge of the bed through the convex belly window.

He rubbed his eyes, which were still a little foggy, and his brain was still immersed in the dream that he had so longed for last night.

In that dream, he earned a lot of money, and lived in a manor larger than the palace for his aunt, with maids, housekeepers, gardeners, and knights who guarded him and his aunt......

That face, although blurry, seems to be somewhat familiar...... Let me think...... Oh damn it, how is that hateful, stingy female nurse again...... Sean was furious at the thought of his dream being ruined by that hateful nurse again.

It took him a while to calm down, get dressed, and walk out of the bedroom a little depressed.

The hall was clean, apparently cleaned, and the tables were filled with cooked pea porridge, fruit salad, and sliced bread, all neatly placed with forks and spoons.

Sean's heart warmed, and he looked at the clock hanging on the wall, at 8:33 in the morning, he didn't have to think about it to know that his aunt had gone to school.

So, after a brief wash and a meal, he put away his dishes and forks, arranged his clothes, checked the three silver coins in his lower pocket, packed the cleaned revolver and the bullet box, and walked out of the house in good spirits.

The "Detective Exchange Society" that Captain Oscar refers to is not in the decent, relatively safe Tulip Neighborhood, but in the Lower Neighborhood where they lived a long time ago.

The lower block is the most chaotic part of Barot City, like a shadowy corner of a house where thieves, robbers, gangsters, etc., all the dirty, shady things are concentrated.

It is said that the atmosphere of a city roughly reflects the spiritual appearance of the entire inhabitants, which is not false at all. Although he hadn't been here for a long time, Sean was still inexplicably a little nervous when he entered this dull and oppressive lower neighborhood again.

He didn't even dare to deliberately cover his inner pockets, lest he be targeted by the numb, vigilant, and malicious people around him.

The only thing he did was put his right hand into his pocket, holding the revolver that gave him a sense of security, and deliberately using the muzzle of the gun to push up a bulge in the pocket.

He believed that as long as he was a slightly experienced "evil person", he would be able to see that he was holding a pistol in his right hand that was enough to calm people.

In this dangerous and dilapidated lower neighborhood, horse-drawn carriages are reluctant to come in unless you're willing to shell out double or more. And if you do do that, then in the lower block, you will be in a carriage like a sign with a sign of "I am a fat sheep", and the best outcome may be to wake up early in the morning and lie naked on the street. Of course, if you're unlucky enough to lose a waist or something like that, it's not impossible to imagine.

Sean didn't dare to be careless at all, even if he walked along the side of the road, tattered children came to beg, he shook his head and avoided walking unhurriedly.

He knows very well that although these begging children are pitiful, but behind them are those fierce gangsters, as long as he shows a trace of pity and takes out the money, then sorry, you are already destined to be targeted.

In this way, Sean walked all the way, passing through rows of dilapidated, dirty, graffiti-painted houses, smelling the smell of urine, rotting, sweat and so on that was clearly audible along the way, and finally found the building of the "Detective Exchange Association" in a remote corner.

Compared to the dilapidated and dirty houses along the way, this two-story building looks like a white lotus in the mud, which looks a little out of place.

There were no beggars, no homeless people, no gangsters, it was much more deserted, and most importantly, he finally saw three policemen patrolling the street with dogs and sticks.

Sean was startled, instinctively pulled out his pocket hand, and then walked towards the door of the "Detective Exchange Association" without squinting.

I don't know if it's because Sean is dressed appropriately and cleanly, the three policemen just glanced at Sean and ignored it, but stared vigilantly in the direction Sean came from.

Sean didn't pay much attention to the police, passed the guard's interrogation without danger, walked through the door, and entered the hall.

The hall is very spacious, except for the front desk in front of it, the shelves on the side of the commissions, and the busy bartenders next to it, the whole hall is basically a decent seat, and some gentlemen or ladies dressed as detectives either sit on the seats sipping coffee or beer and reading the newspaper, or stand in front of the shelves to examine various commissions.

Sean's appearance didn't attract much attention, after all, in addition to the detectives who were very conspicuous in style, there were also "gold masters" who came here for various reasons, so except for a few detectives who glanced at him with their spare eyes, basically no one paid attention to him.

Sean didn't feel anything about this, and went straight to the front desk, looked at the smiling waitress and said, "I'm looking for lawyer Martin Oliver." ”

The waitress was slightly stunned and said with a smile: "Sir, please wait a moment." ”

As she spoke, she walked over to the bartender who was working hard next to her, and whispered a word in her ear, and the bartender glanced at Sean and pushed the glass of blue and red wine with white bubbles that had just been mixed in her hand in front of Sean.

"Blue Flame Rose, a silver coin."

What...... Sean didn't react for a while, and it took him a while to understand that the other party was asking him to buy alcohol, and he couldn't help but look bad and said, "I'm sorry, I'm here to find lawyer Martin Oliver, don't drink." ”

The bartender's face remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "This is the rule of Lawyer Martin, whoever wants to see him, no matter who it is, must drink a glass of blue flame roses." ”

Sean frowned, but he couldn't figure out if the other party was fooling him, or if it was really Lawyer Martin who had such a strange rule.

The bartender still looked at him calmly, and had no intention of taking the wine back.

Sean gave him a deep look, didn't say anything, turned around and left.

Not to mention that this glass of wine is actually sold for a silver coin, even if it is free, he doesn't dare to drink it!

And at this moment, in a seat in the corner of the hall, Martin Oliver was looking at Oscar Soren sitting in front of him and smiling bitterly.

"Martin, if you want to gamble and lose, take it." Oscar Sauron was still wearing a black trench coat and a round hat of the same color, with a collar raised high, and his entire face hidden in the shadows.

When Martin Oliver heard this, the bitterness in his eyes was even worse, but he still took out a gold coin inlaid with purple beads in the middle and handed it over: "Captain, can I replace this ancient gold coin with 2, oh no, 3 gold coins?" ”