Compared with Miss "Justice", the counter lady in front of her naturally couldn't arouse Ademisole's interest in the slightest.

"Yes, sir, do you need me to do anything else?"

Far from being discouraged by Ademisor's cold reaction, the counter lady tried harder to show off her flirtatiousness.

Her tone became more and more sticky, deliberately leaning forward, showing graceful curves, and the hints in her eyes became more and more daring.

Ademisor's face did not change, and he urged in a polite and detached tone:

"Two pounds of one for me please change it for change, trouble quickly, thank you."

What an incomprehensible man, not a gentleman at all.

The counter lady complained silently, and her favor for Ademisol quickly waned, and she began to speed up her hand.

Taking the banknotes and coins handed over by the counter lady, Ademisol gently thanked him, and then added with a solemn face:

"Drinking a spoonful of cold water in the evening, bathing in cold water in the morning and applying a cold compress to the abdomen, eating a lot of fruits, drinking oatmeal, eating bran bread, and walking for more than an hour after breakfast can cure constipation, which is what I have heard from others, of course, this has not been confirmed by medical research."

"Personally, I suggest you can drink more coffee, or eat some prunes from Intis, both of which will have a good effect, well, have a nice day, ma'am."

After saying that, Ademisol slowly walked out of the bank hall under the strange shocked gaze of the counter lady.

The potion shows no signs of being digested, and it seems that deliberately showing something unusual is not considered a "monster" and cannot be effectively reported.

Maybe you have to see a clip of someone's future and remind them of it?

Ademisor thought of the scene when the potion digestion was fed back and speculated in his mind.

Immediately, he recalled the look in the other party's eyes when he reminded Biel, and there was a trace of disgust hidden in fear.

Perhaps this is the key to playing the "monster".

Need to be feared and disgusted by others for cosplay feedback?

This is indeed very much in line with the attitude of normal people towards "monsters".

Then he thought about the second time he got the potion digestion feedback.

It was feedback from Hamilton, a member of the Mechanical Heart team, when he was almost crazy.

He looked at himself in a similar way to Biel, with a hint of fear mixed with disgust.

It's hard, compared to the role of a "soothsayer".

Ademisore silently complained in his heart.

Biel knew that he was not an ordinary person, so he felt intimidated when he said that reminder.

Of course, part of the reason is that he revealed his secret.

After all, judging from Rex's reaction just now, it seems that his colleagues don't know that Biel has a bad habit of spending money to find a bed partner.

As for Hamilton, the member of the Heart of the Machine.

First of all, he is very young, most likely just joined the Mechanical Heart team, and most likely Sequence 9 "Knowledgeable".

This sequence is characterized by a cursory understanding of the occult, but a greater mastery of aqua regia, nitroglycerin, and complex gearing devices, among other things.

From this point of view, Hamilton, who has little experience, is similar to ordinary people, so he will subconsciously fear and disgust when he sees himself become like that.

In this case, it is difficult to get feedback from someone who has knowledge of the "monster" sequence or a deep knowledge of the occult.

This may be the reason why he acted like a "monster" for more than ten years before but did not play the digestive potion in advance:

Everyone is accustomed to the "monsters" of the Dragon Bar, and they know about it, but they are not afraid.

He silently concluded in his mind.

Then he thought of several other people at the scene of the previous crime.

The lady named Brienne didn't know what was going on, but both captains were experienced and should have some knowledge of the "monster" path.

Fuhrman and William's words should be the same as Hamilton's, but they didn't get feedback from them on the digestion of potions, which means that they didn't feel intimidated.

Recalling the worry in Fuhrman's eyes at the time, Ademisore sighed softly.

Is it the camaraderie of teammates? Obviously, we haven't known each other for a day.

He admits that he was somewhat touched by the tough guy Fuhrman.

After sorting out the method of playing the "monster" in his mind, Ademisor recalled his behavior in the bank hall just now, and he sighed with a sigh.

What are you thinking, it's more likely that your previous actions were considered "perverted".

He shook his head and shook his complicated thoughts out of his head, and strode towards the public bus stop not far away.

"Odyssey Street, Dragon Bar."

"6pence."

After counting six coins from his pocket and handing them over, Ademisol took the ticket from the conductor and got on the train and sat in the corner seat of the carriage.

The horse-drawn carriage travels south to the docks.

The daytime sun doesn't seem to illuminate every corner of the docklands.

In the shadows where the sun does not shine, people in rags look numbly at everything outside the world.

And where the sun shines, vendors wave their hands vigorously to sell cheap goods.

There is a constant supply of horse-drawn freight wagons, bringing fresh seafood from the river to the streets of other areas.

Workers gathered at the docks, and every time a freighter docked, there was a low cheer.

They scrambled to get closer to the docks, hoping to be picked and earn a day's worth of food.

Shortly after entering the docks, the carriage stopped.

"The Dragon Bar has arrived!"

The conductor's slightly shrill voice rang out.

Ademisor quickly got up, thanked him softly, and got out of the carriage.

Standing at the door of the bar, Ademisore looked at the familiar sign and the door with some amazement.

Although Svein said that he was no longer welcome here, he still wanted to come back and see, perhaps because of the obsession left over from the original body.

He saw the visit as a farewell to his past self.

It's good to pay back the money in the name of visiting.

With an excuse in his mind, he took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the bar.

During the day, especially in the morning, the dock workers, who were regulars at the bar, were begging for a living, and the whole bar seemed deserted, with only three or two customers sitting here and there.

"Good morning, sir, I need something."

The old bartender, Calasso, who was behind the counter, greeted Ademisol as he walked in.

Then his gaze became a little puzzled, and after carefully looking at it for a moment, he exclaimed:

"'Monster'?"

The well-dressed Ademisol didn't make him recognize the other party at the first time.

His face quickly turned cold, and he shouted in a low voice: "You are not welcome here, go out!" ”

A wry smile appeared on Ademisor's face, and he said in a sincere tone:

"I didn't mean anything, I just came to repay the money I borrowed before, is Svein here? Is it trading the market? ”

"I said you are not welcome here, go out, otherwise you're welcome."

Calasso said as he reached out and pulled out a double-barreled shotgun from under the counter, looking at Ademisor with a wary expression.

The two bar guys who heard the movement also gathered around, their eyes flashing with malice.

Ademisor was aroused by the other party's attitude, and his voice was slightly raised to refute:

"Is it really necessary to get to this point? You know, he's going to kill me, isn't he? I just want to live, what's wrong? ”