During the intermission of the meeting, Varina was led by a waiter to a cubicle on the second floor of the house.

Unsurprisingly, it was Hugh and Foirth who were waiting to be traded.

Foirth sat in the only chair in the compartment, and Hugh stood behind her to the side, a head above the seated Foirth.

"It's been a long time, two ladies, how are you doing?"

Varina greeted as she lifted the brim of her hat and pulled down her scarf, revealing her face.

"Varina, it's really you," Hugh stepped forward, "you haven't shown up in a month, and you've missed five meetings. ”

She expresses her doubts in a factual way, lest her words sound like she is questioning the privacy of others, whose friendship is fragile.

Furth also stood up and said hello: "Long time no see." ”

"Well, I was trying to get the Sequence 9 potion before, and I couldn't find the time to come here."

Varina smiled and continued, "Now, I'm a true extraordinary, so I'm here to ask you for help. ”

"What's the busy?" Hugh eagerly asked.

"Listen to what you mean, you seem to be limited in your movements?" Furth frowned, "Did you agree to any harsh conditions in order to become extraordinary?" ”

"I'll answer Ms. Folth first."

Varina nodded and smiled at Hugh, then said, "They should be a secret organization, and I'm a relatively high-ranking peripheral member at the moment." ”

"Some of their things I don't know, some I can't say. Anyway, I didn't want to have too much contact with them, so I came to ask them for help. ”

Speaking of which, Varina looked at Hugh again and asked, "I wonder how Hugh's fighting ability is?" ”

"I'd like to ask you to help me train my physical mastery and coach me through some martial arts techniques or something, okay?"

Furth asked before Hugh could answer.

She asked, "Can you tell us first which sequence you have become extraordinary?" ”

Hugh glanced at Furth and swallowed back the answer he had intended to utter, looking at Varina with curiosity and inquiry.

"Sequence 9 'Assassin', good at hiding and bursting with power, with a flexible body."

Varina not only said the way, but also briefly introduced the ability of the way, so as to reassure the two women.

Anyway, ordinary wild and extraordinary people like Hugh and Firth know the news is probably general, similar to the witch sect is a not very good secret sect, and the members are all witches.

They wouldn't know that "Assassin" was the witch's precursor.

Varina believes that as long as this crucial point is not exposed, it is okay for him to maintain a shallow relationship with them.

"Your sequence is really rare, I haven't even heard of it." Hugh suddenly realized, nodded and said, "No wonder you have to pay such a big price to get the potion. ”

Then, she said: "My fighting ability is okay, you should have no problem instructing." ”

"When and where are you going to start?"

Such a simple question really stopped Varina, and he really couldn't think of a suitable place to practice.

"I'm free at any time, it's up to you," Varina tossed the question back, "you can choose a time and place that's convenient for you." ”

"Well, then ......"

After thinking about it, he finally made a decision: "Then let's meet at the gate of Green Park in the West End at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, it is a suburb, and it is relatively simple to find an empty space with no one." ”

"Okay." Varina nodded.

He didn't mention his afternoon gun practice, because he could go to gun practice in the morning tomorrow and spare the afternoon to practice martial arts.

Anyway, he doesn't have a job now, neither formal nor informal, and his time can be freely planned.

The main thing was discussed, and they chatted casually for a few more moments, and then left the cubicle one after another.

Back in the hall, Varina didn't pay any more attention to the deal, just waited for the party to end and leave.

……

New day, morning.

Varina arrives at the Shure Shooting Club with the most famous Sinji Dixi pie in the neighborhood in hand.

After a beautiful breakfast in the club's lounge, Varina paced to the underground shooting range.

It's still rapid-fire training.

By the time the bullets were more than half consumed, Varina had already hit the 10-meter target more than ten times in a row, so he decided to push the target to 15 meters and finish the remaining bullets.

When the waiter went to adjust the distance of the target, he sat on the sofa not far away to rest and wait, completely unexpecting that someone would come up to talk.

"Hello," the visitor greeted, "are you a member who just joined recently?" ”

"I haven't seen you here before?"

The person who came was a man with short tawny hair, quite mature and handsome. He walked to the sofa next to him and sat down, and took the initiative to say, "Introduce yourself, I'm Zerreel, Victor Lee, a private detective. ”

Zariel? Varina sounded a little familiar, and remembered it for a while.

Isn't this the hapless detective in the original book who died tragically after being involved in the third-generation differential machine manuscript scramble, and even his body was dumped in the sewers of the East End?

He is also a member of this club? What is he talking to me for?

"Well, I only recently joined this club."

Varina nodded slightly coldly, avoiding self-introduction.

"I see that your marksmanship is good, have you practiced it before?" Zerell didn't back down from Varina's attitude, "Sorry, take the liberty of asking, what do you do?" ”

"Well, I've practiced before." Varina casually perfunctory.

In the past, this concept was too vague, and even the practice he had just done could barely be regarded as before.

"As for what," he paused and continued, "I'm kind of a bounty hunter." ”

Varina always had a hard time telling people that he was an assassin or unemployed, so he borrowed Hugh's profession.

"That seems like I'm thinking a little wrong," Zerrell laughed and shook his head, "I thought you were a detective too." ”

"Bounty hunters are better, though."

He changed his tone and said what he meant by taking the initiative to talk:

"I recently took over a commission that is a bit tricky, I wonder if you are interested in learning about it?"

Varina began to feel irritated, but he could not express it, so he could only pretend to be moved, and asked:

"What commission, how much commission?"

He planned to wait for the other party to say the specific content of the commission, pretend to think about it, and find a reason to refuse the other party and end this unexpected conversation.

"For a tracing commission, the commission depends on the result, and the employer is willing to give up to 100 pounds."

Zerrell first gave an overview of the commission, and then explained:

"The person we are looking for is a young man named Varina Attano, who disappeared in the East Side more than a month ago."

Varina: "??! ”