After receiving his new equipment, Ademisor met Furman in the lobby on the first floor.

Under the pretext that he wanted to go to the warehouse again to investigate whether there were any missing clues, he asked for the key to warehouse 61 from the other party.

"After the investigation, remember to return me, I just told Chelsea that the 50 pounds can be reimbursed, but the warehouse key and the contents must be confiscated." Fuhrman touched his cheek and said helplessly.

Ademisol couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, his face remained calm, and he bowed his head lightly to show that he knew.

Leaving the club with Fuhrman, Ademisor said goodbye to the other at the intersection and walked with his back to him.

He did not immediately choose to go to Warehouse 61, after all, this kind of "gambling on the warehouse" belongs to the gray area of the law, and the warehouse area is crowded with people during the day, and it is easy to cause trouble and hinder the investigation.

Ademisor was ready to wait until nightfall, as he had done yesterday.

Arriving at the station to catch a horse-drawn carriage heading up to the East End, he soon arrived at "Lawson's Folk Herb Shop".

Pushing open the familiar door, the wooden bell on the door was triggered.

"Why are you here again?" Darkwell heard the voice and looked up to say hello.

His expression was indifferent, but his slightly trembling voice betrayed his nervousness.

"It's not the first time we've met, why are you so restrained." Ademisor withdrew from the "machine" state and joked.

"I'm not nervous, it's just that seeing you is equal to trouble, you don't know!"

Darkwell sneered in a sharp tone, and waved his hand as he motioned for the apprentice Shermin to hang up the sign that was temporarily closed.

"What's wrong with this time, I'll say it first, it's okay to send a letter, don't talk about other things, if you need medicinal materials, you have to pay for it."

Ademisol took a light breath and smiled, "I changed the spices this time, and it doesn't seem to smell as good as last time." ”

Darkwell said angrily: "I like the taste, you can leave if you have an opinion." ”

"If you are so straightforward, your popularity in the school of life should be very poor." Ademisor paced to the counter and moved a chair to sit down as if he were back at home.

"It's none of your business, I don't want to be friends with you anyway, okay, what are you doing this time, sending a letter?"

Ademisore nodded, sharing the general situation of the previous runaway case with Darkwell.

"Help me write to Congressman Rejord and ask him what he thinks about this case, and ask him how to play the "machine". ”

The second half of the sentence caught Darkwell's attention.

"How to play," he repeated thoughtfully.

Ademisol kept smiling and didn't say much.

Although he judged that Darkwell did not know how to play, he came to Tingen to open a herb shop, which secretly met the requirements of the role of "pharmacist".

Maybe it was his teacher Roy King who told him to do this, although it is inconvenient to teach the acting method directly, but he can give specific guidance, Roy King is still good to Darkwell.

Of course, it is also possible that the blind cat met the dead mouse, simply because Darkwell was short of money, and selling medicine to cure the disease was the only way he could make money.

It's not just the Orthodox Church that keeps the play a secret.

In fact, according to the information that Ademisol learned, especially the situation of the life school introduced by Darkwell before, the major secret organizations have also adopted strict secrecy about the acting method, and blocked this information from those with low sequences.

This is not difficult to understand, and is determined by the law of conservation of extraordinary properties, one of the two major laws.

There are so many positions in the middle and high sequences, and if you master the acting, it won't be enough.

Whether it is the Orthodox Church or the Secret Organization, if the position is not enough, there will be chaos among the ambitious people, which will make the organizational structure unstable, even if the crazy criticism is like the Aurora Society, this kind of thing does not want this to happen.

Therefore, the common approach adopted by various organizations is to teach the acting method to a small number of potential low-level people, maintain a limited number of alternates, and if there is a decline in mid-level and high-level combat power, they can be replenished immediately.

People who figure out how to play on their own like Klein naturally belong to the "potential".

Ademisole's inquiry about the way the "machine" plays is motivated by similar considerations, to prove his potential to the School of Life, but the words of the "guanhu" do not seem to be reliable enough.

Thoughts crossed his mind, and Ademisore urged Darkwell to hurry up and send the letter.

"I haven't corresponded with my teacher for many days, and I wonder if he's still with Congressman Rejord." Darkwell muttered under his breath after writing the letter.

"It's okay." Ademisor replied nonchalantly.

"Okay, old rules, you need to avoid it."

Walking out of the room, Ademisor waited outside the door for a moment, and when the inspiration wore off, he re-entered the room.

Darkwell nodded at him, indicating that the letter had been sent.

"Thank you." He smiled and sat back down on the edge of the counter.

Darkwell pursed his lips and didn't speak, fiddling intently with the bottles and cans on the counter.

After a few minutes, Ademisor, who was unable to wait for time, spoke again: "Is there any smoke?" ”

"Yes, and it's a fine mix of special herbs, £5 a kilo, and a cigarette case." Darkwell quoted a price without looking up.

"Five pounds?" Ademisor shook his head and smiled, daring to speak.

Darkwell rubbed his round face, took out a bag of peculiar turquoise tobacco from under the counter, took out a cigarette case, and expertly rolled out the cigarette roll and handed it to the other party.

"£5 isn't expensive, try it yourself and see if it's worth the price."

Curiously reaching out to take it, Ademisore lit a cigarette with a candle on the counter.

Take a deep breath and slowly exhale a cloud of smoke, with a faint tobacco flavor mixed with a fresh herbal flavor, which has a unique flavor in the mouth and nose.

It's a bit like the popping cigarette smoked "in the previous life", but that's not the most critical thing.

He clearly felt that as he inhaled the cigarette, his spirituality became more active.

"What is this?" Ademisore didn't hide his surprise and hurriedly asked.

"I developed it exclusively, you guessed it right, this smoke can make the spirit become active and achieve a quick recovery effect."

Darkwell smiled like a profiteer, his white teeth unusually conspicuous.

"How much are you going to want? First of all, the preparation of this herb is very troublesome, and I don't have much stock here, so I have to keep some for myself and my teacher. ”

"I'll take the rest."

Ademisol changed his previous suspicions, pulled his chair closer to Darkwell, and said with a warm smile:

"Since they are all members of the school, if there is anything you need help with in Tingen, just tell me, I will definitely help you solve it."

What can be solved must be solved... A wordy nonsense, Darkwell spat to himself, with a sarcastic smile on his face.

Ademisore ignored the other party's ridicule and his face became more enthusiastic.

"Do you have any other herbs with strange effects?"

Darkwell coughed lightly and reappeared with a profiteer smile:

"Do you need special mummy powder? My teacher said yes when I used it. ”

A smile froze on Ademisor's face.