Townsen's attention was immediately drawn to the "complete human face rose".

This is the last ingredient he needs for his clown formula.

He gave Mr. Red a look.

Mr. Red was intently making eye contact with Mr. A, maintaining a forced posture, blocked by a mask and hood, unable to pick up Townson's gaze.

Townsend could only poke his back and whispered:

"Look at the blackboard!"

"There's something wrong with that Mr. A." Mr. Red leaned over slightly and said, "I feel a very evil aura, as if the flesh and blood of the whole person are about to be devoured. ”

Townsen: "."

This is to look at each other out of anger, so that the other party even exudes the instinctive aura of the shepherd?

"Don't worry, we're here to buy something."

Townsend reminded: "There is no need to conflict with Mr. A for the time being. ”

Mr. Rhett noticed that Townsend was using the word "temporary" and nodded, and the three of them found a sofa and sat down.

"I've seen a lot of evil people."

A voice came from his consciousness: "Especially the one sitting in the innermost, I noticed that his posture was abnormal in the details, this is a madman, a madman who ignores life. ”

"I'm curious what their expressions would look like if I could show up in front of them."

“.” Townsend habitually wanted to rub his brow, but his fingers were blocked by the cold mask.

Hell, since taking the audience potion, Smaug seems to have gotten more talkative and a little nasty.

It's obsessed with the feeling of speculating on everything it sees.

"That person will be your prey." Townsend said in his consciousness.

"Prey? He doesn't deserve it. Smaug let out a familiar haughty roar: "I can crush him with one finger." ”

"I'm afraid it's not that easy."

One of the hardest things about a shepherd is that you never know what abilities he has.

Of course, this sentence was not uttered by Town, otherwise he would have faced a longer series of Smaug's chatter.

A waiter came over and whispered to the four of them, "You can write down your needs on a piece of paper for me, or you can go to the small room and write the items you wish to sell on the blackboard during the rest period." ”

Mr. Red took the pen and paper and quickly wrote a few words on it.

The waiter took the note, and when he saw the words on it, his face changed.

He subconsciously looked at Mr. Xiang Red, with a strange and complicated expression on his face, hesitated for a moment, he bowed his head again, and said, "Guest, I'm afraid this is unprecedented." ”

"I'm here, that's the precedent." Mr. Red leaned back on the couch in a comfortable position, his eyes not even on the waiter, and his tone was casual and domineering.

“.” The waiter was stunned for a moment and saluted: "I will inform Mr. A of your needs." ”

Then, he left in a hurry.

"Mr. Red, what did you write?" Furth couldn't help but be curious, and leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"It's not a big deal, what I wrote is—" Mr. Red said with a smile in his tone, and spat out a few words:

"I want them all."

Furth: "."

What is this operation? Mr. Red is going to go straight to the ingredients and recipes on the rally?

How many gold pounds does this cost?

No. For Mr. Rhett, the gold pound is really not a problem, but but!

That doesn't seem like a good idea, right?

Furth finally understood why the waiter had such an expression, and there was no precedent for such a thing in all the transcendent gatherings that Furth had attended.

It's too high-profile.

"Our association is just getting started, and these materials and formulations are exactly what we need." Mr. Red said as a matter of course: "Moreover, they are cheap, and since I have met them, why should I let them go?" ”

"But. . . This is very likely to be coveted by others" Tang Sen's tone was a little worried, and he said in a low voice: "Moreover, this is equivalent to smashing Mr. A's field, I'm afraid he won't be too happy." ”

Mr. Red laughed and said softly, "I don't care." ”

The waiter soon came over in a hurry, and he bent down and whispered, "Mr. A, please go to the lounge to talk." ”

"What? Wouldn't the people organizing the rally want me to buy something here? Mr. Red scoffed, and slowly stood up, with Townsend and Forth hurrying to follow.

"What Mr. A said is that guests are invited to go alone," the waiter said quickly.

"I refuse."

Mr. Red ignored him and led the two of them straight towards the common room.

Pulling open the door, Mr. A, dressed in black robes, was sitting on the sofa facing the door, he didn't speak, but all three of them could feel that the other side's eyes were staring at Mr. Red.

Mr. Red glanced sideways at Townsend slightly, then calmly walked over and sat down on the couch across from Mr. A.

Townsend and Furth stood in the back, one left and one right.

The waiter saluted and closed the door.

The air fell silent for a moment, neither of them spoke for the first time, Mr. A remained motionless like a sculpture, and Mr. Red looked left and right with great interest, and even lifted his foot and put his delicate leather boots on the coffee table.

Finally, a chuckle broke the silence.

Mr. A's posture relaxed, and said, "All of them?" ”

"All of them."

"It's only cash and barter, do you have that much money with you?" Mr. A leaned forward slightly.

Tang Sen heard a voice in his consciousness: "His malice is already full, and I guess he is considering whether to do it directly." ”

"Hehe, let me out, I've got to surprise him."

Tang Sen ignored him, the Aurora Society is indeed some crazy people, and Mr. A is the best among them, he has no doubt that Mr. A has done something murderous, let alone after being provoked.

But Mr. Red apparently did not disappoint Townsend either, he leaned back slightly, raised his chin, and said, "I only brought a few thousand gold pounds with me, which is a drop in the bucket for my wealth." ”

"Really?" Mr. A laughed maliciously, and his cold gaze kept sweeping over Mr. Red's body: "I'm just confirming it, after all, such a high-profile behavior is difficult not to be targeted by someone with a heart." ”

"I thought you, as the organizer of the rally, would be responsible for the safety of the guests." Mr. Red scoffed, "Thanks, though, it looks like I need a bodyguard." ”

He paused for a moment and said with a smile: "I don't know if Mr. A will take this business?" ”

"Oh?" Everyone present could hear Mr. A's astonishment.

This stunned comes from the fact that anyone in their right mind can feel their own malice, in fact, they are the biggest threat to the other party, but the other party wants to hire them?

Is there a brain disease, or is there something to rely on?

Mr. A's eyes fell on Folth, who he recognized as a regular attendee.

"It seems to be relied on." Mr. A's eyes narrowed, hidden under the mask.

It can't be someone from the church, who is so generous, should be a member of a big family?

This is also in line with the posture of the other party who is domineering and has no one in sight.

"Stupid and ignorant." Mr. A made this assessment.

In the world of the bright side, identity and wealth can indeed make people jealous, but this is the dark place of Beckland, standing in front of the other party, is Mr. A, who just assassinated the ambassador of Intis last night, and generously admitted that it was the Aurora Club.

However, Mr. A was not in a hurry, and said with great interest: "As long as the price is right, of course I will accept the employment." ”

Why not give money for free?

He said meaningfully:

"However, I'm very expensive, I'm afraid that after you pay for the ingredients and recipes, the cash on you will not be enough to pay me."

As if he didn't feel the malice in his words, Mr. Rhett said, "I have money, let's make an offer." ”

"For a thousand gold pounds, I will deliver you and the things you have purchased safely to the place you have designated." Mr. A chuckled lowly, "That's a fair price, after all, I'm usually only responsible for the safety of guests at the gathering." ”

"It's a good deal." Mr. Reid magnificently took out a bundle of banknotes from his pocket, which were brand new, large bills of ten gold pounds, a hundred bills, two fingers thick.

Without hesitation, he tossed the bill on the coffee table in front of him as if he were a tip.

"Then I'll leave this matter to you." "I live in Queens, 35 Green Avenue," he said. ”

Then, everyone heard a low exclamation from Forth.

Because what Mr. Red reported was the real address.

Half a month is certainly enough time for Mr. Red to find a decent house and move.

"Huh." Mr. A glanced at the gold pound on the table and let out an inexplicable laugh: "I like your boldness, I will definitely deliver it myself." ”

Furth writhed uncomfortably, an instinctive reaction of a man under malice, and she was almost certain that Mr. A would go, but not just for the sake of delivering something.

But Mr. Rhett smiled as if he didn't feel it, "So, now I can start buying materials, right?" ”

"Of course." Mr. A spread his hands.

Mr. Red stood up, paused, as if remembering something, and suddenly asked, "By the way, do you take the other commissions as well?" ”

"I said it, as long as the price is right."

Mr. A is clearly in a good mood.

"Price is not an issue." Mr. Red pulled out a newspaper and placed it on the coffee table.

"I hope you can help me. Kill someone. ”

Beckland Post.

Mr. A laughed again, for he had seen the newspaper headline about the assassination of Ambassador Intis, of his own hand.

After this incident, more people will know about the Aurora Society and respect the voice of the Aurora Society, right?

"Crease Position for the Seventh and Eighth Editions."

Mr. Reid reminded: "There's the information you need. ”

"The person I'm going to kill is a detective whose name is—"

"Sherlock Moriarty."

There are two more chapters today, and they are being coded, probably one before twelve o'clock, and one chapter after twelve o'clock.

(End of chapter)