Ademisor cursed in a low voice and then suddenly thought of a question.

Why did you want to meet Klein so quickly? To further friendship?

Or is it because of the sudden loneliness in the morning, and after watching Svein, you want to see the "fellow" up close?

Now that he is a member of the Tarot Society, there is no need to deliberately befriend each other.

And if you meet here, there is a high probability that you will be recognized by the other party as the "Wheel of Fortune".

But he just created the illusion of being in Beckland yesterday, and after being recognized, social death is the most basic, and out of curiosity, Klein is likely to investigate his background.

Through his performances at the first two gatherings, he had left the impression in Klein's mind that he was a member of a hidden organization.

When the time comes, if the identity is revealed, some previous abnormalities are likely to arouse suspicion.

All in all, meeting with the "fool" now seems to do more harm than good.

He pondered for a moment, retracted the gun under his armpit, and then picked up the top hat on the table and put it on, signaling the waiter to prepare to leave the shooting range.

On the way back to the reception hall, his inspiration suddenly fluctuated, and he was greeted by a young man in a half-height silk top hat and formal suit, guided by a waiter.

Ademisor immediately lowered his head, pretending to be rummaging for something, and quickened his pace.

Passing by calmly, Crane subconsciously turned his head to look.

The gentleman's back seems to be somewhat familiar, is it an acquaintance?

He had some doubts in his heart, and whispered to the waiter, "I need to go to the bathroom." ”

"This way, sir."

After coming to the bathroom and locking the door, Crane took out the citrine pendulum he had just received, and recalled the divination that Old Neil had just taught him in the morning.

I said it silently seven times: I have seen the man who just passed by.

The pendulum swings clockwise.

Acquaintances indeed.

But the conditions for divination are not enough, and there is no way to know which acquaintance it is.

Then it occurred to him that most of the people who could come here to practice were also official extraordinaires.

Maybe it's a colleague, after all, he hasn't recognized all the members of the Night Watch team.

Shaking his head and deciding not to dig any further, he stepped out of the bathroom.

Ademisore quickly left the shooting club and returned to the station at the Champagne Street corner to board a horse-drawn carriage to Rue Thorns.

Of course, he felt Crane's gaze just now, and he regretted it slightly.

I still met it.

Judging by the gaze just now, Crane must have sensed a sense of familiarity in his back.

But the good news is that Klein has just learned divination, and he has not yet developed a "good habit" of divination in the gray fog at every turn.

Otherwise, there is a high probability that your identity will be exposed.

He sat in the corner seat of the public carriage, looking happy, fully understanding Klein's fear of being pierced in the original book, and almost died.

It's really a little inconsiderate today, and if you're not prepared, you should try not to contact Klein too much, in addition to collapsing people, it is also easy to attract the attention of high-level existences.

He admonished himself in his heart.

The carriage quickly stopped at the intersection of Thorn Flower Street, where Ademisor got off and waited for a moment at the bus stop, then boarded a bus on another route to the East End.

Now that the potions have been completely digested, it's time to go for the Sequence 8 potions recipe.

The carriage soon stopped at the corner of Vlad Street, and he got out of the carriage and walked briskly down Vlad Street across the street.

Soon arrived at the destination of the trip: Lawson's Folk Herb Shop, 18 Vlad Street.

In the herb shop, the fat pharmacist under the pseudonym Rosen Darkweed is dressed in a black classical robe, embroidered with various strange symbols, and dressed like a village witch doctor.

After seeing off the last customer who had come to buy medicine, the fat pharmacist suddenly turned around and shouted to the back door where the herbs were stacked:

"Shermin, don't go buy herbs tomorrow."

"Why? Teacher, why? ”

A handsome young man with unkempt hair walked out the back door.

The fat pharmacist smiled and said:

"This is the 11th customer to come to my door because of my fame, it's too frequent, and if I continue like this, I think the night watchman, the punisher and the mechanical heart will all notice me, and it's a good choice to close for a few days."

"Go get the sign that is closed."

Without delay, the fat pharmacist, who had made up his mind, ordered his apprentice Shermin to close his doors immediately.

Shermin muttered a few words, and reluctantly went back to the back door to rummage through the closing cards.

Suddenly, the door of the herb shop was pushed open, and Ademisore stepped in.

He loved the smell of herbs that made him feel peaceful and relaxing.

The fat pharmacist, with short black hair and a round face, sat on the counter and said without raising his head:

"Sorry, we're closing, please come back next time."

"I'm not here to buy medicine, I'm here to find someone."

"Looking for whom?"

The fat pharmacist raised his head curiously, and after looking at Ademisol a few times, his face changed abruptly.

It's the "monster" of the Dragon Bar.

He instantly recognized the identity of the comer.

"Good, looks like you know me, don't you?"

Ademisor said with a smile, a little puzzled in his heart, he didn't know that Roy King had told Darkwell to observe him.

"No, I haven't seen you."

The fat pharmacist quickly suppressed the surprise on his face and replied in a casual tone.

Poor cover-up.

Ademisore sneered in his heart, and then he combined his previous nickname of "monster" to grasp the key.

Perhaps the School of Life had noticed itself before, and that was reasonable.

A well-known "monster" has no reason that people from the school of life would turn a blind eye.

He thought so, and glanced thoughtfully at Darkwell.

In the original book, it is not explained why Darkwell came to Tingen, he appeared very abruptly, and his departure was also very abrupt.

So he boldly guessed that perhaps the pharmacist had come to Tingen for himself.

It's not impossible.

Although in the original book, after Darkwell closes the herb shop, "Monster" Ademisor is still half of Sequence 9.

But this doesn't mean anything, it is likely that Darkwell discovered the involvement between the original and the Storm Church in the process of observation, so he decisively gave up.

It was even his observation that attracted the attention of the substitute, so he left in a hurry.

Thinking of this, Ademisol decided to go straight in, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly:

"I became the "monster" of Sequence 9, a gift from a dead lady who you may know? ”

The fat pharmacist could no longer hide his panic, his eyes bulged slightly, and he said in a slightly panicked tone:

"You... What do you know? ”

"I know everything we need to know, and maybe we should be honest with each other, what do you say, Mr. Darkwell of the School of Life?"

Admitting that he had enjoyed the feeling of knowing the truth behind it, Ademisor's tone unconsciously became frivolous and excited.

And Darkwell was obviously not so relaxed, his body couldn't help shaking, and the panic in his heart was visible to the naked eye.