On Wednesday morning, while dining at the café, Esther saw an advertisement for the Ernst firm in the newspaper, which she remembered as the code for the "gathering of the extraordinary" that Klein had said.

So Esther visited 15 Minsk Street in the evening, still carrying dessert in her hand, and received the smile that Klein expected and helpless.

After agreeing to meet tomorrow night at the door of the "Brave" bar in the Bridge District, Klein also reminded Esther to remember to bring a cloak and mask to disguise her identity.

After a brief friendly chat, Crane sent Esther to the door: "I will take some of the gold pounds you gave me before, in case you have something you want to buy." ”

"Then I'll bother you, see you tomorrow night."

"Okay, see you tomorrow night."

The weather was getting colder, and Esther tightened her shoulders with a beige knitted shawl, feeling a little tired. Instead of playing everywhere, she sat aimlessly in a public carriage and let herself be taken to the next stop.

When Esther felt tired, the "spiritual intuition" in her mind came alive again, and she was a little drowsy, so she didn't deliberately ignore the slightest sound, and let it guide her to the West End.

Outside Green Cemetery.

Surrounded by the crimson moonlight, Esther approached a birch tree, the trunk of which had a strange ring of peeling that seemed to form a circle, and the dirt at the base of the tree showed signs of being shoveled, as if it had been sloppily cleaned up.

"Strange, I always feel like there's something down there."

Esther grabbed a handful of dirt, crushed them with her palm, and with her eyes closed, she spilled a ring on the surface of the earth, and several points of light flew up from her forehead and fell to the ground.

Of course, nothing happened, and if someone saw this scene from afar, eighty percent would think that she was not mentally normal.

The point of light that had sunk into the ground floated up again, back into Esther's hair.

"It's late, someone has found this place first."

Esther patted the dirt off her hands, kicked the ring pattern off the ground, and left the place with nothing. Even if she wasn't sure what she was looking for, it seemed to be something that would help her improve.

The desire for promotion led Esther to follow the guidance of "spiritual intuition", but this result inevitably caused her to be disappointed.

Or maybe it's not my spiritual intuition that is wrong, but someone else who is avoiding my spiritual intuition? How many extraordinary beings are hidden in Beckland......

Esther put the matter behind her, looking forward to the extraordinary rally she was going to tomorrow.

Day passes, Beckland Bridge area, Iron Gate Street.

In front of the heavy dark wooden door of the "Brave" bar, the strong man who worked as a security guard stood beside him with a blank face, and there were occasional shouts and cheers from the door, mixed with the crisp sound of cursing and colliding with the walls of the glasses.

The rich aroma of wine in it did not waft to the corner where Esther stood, because of the guard at the door, she did not get too close, and kept a long distance and waited quietly for Crane, still dressed as "Hamel".

It didn't take long for another man to come over, also wearing a cloak and an iron-colored mask over his face.

"Esther, let's go."

"Shouldn't we communicate less when we get inside? It doesn't feel appropriate to have someone else observe a close connection. ”

Klein, of course, nodded, and said, "You're very cautious, if there's anything, we can wait until the next time we have a snack." ”

Klein led Esther into the alley behind the bar, and after some distance to reach his destination, Klein rhythmically tapped on the door.

It took seven or eight seconds for the small plank on the door to be pulled open, revealing only a pair of brown eyes, and the two men looked at them alertly for a moment before pulling the door open and letting them in.

The whole house was dark and gloomy, and there was not a single light in the room, so the two of them followed behind and walked through the living room. There was light in the living room, a candle was lit on the coffee table in the middle, and there were already four or five people sitting on the sofas and chairs around it, and there were still plenty of empty places.

Esther glanced at almost all of them dressed in iron masks and hooded robes, and with the eerie atmosphere, it was hard for her not to think of some kind of gathering of evil forces in the wizarding world.

Klein and Esther found a corner and sat down.

The man in front of them seemed to be a man with a round chin, and he looked quite nervous, and he snuggled into the sofa as if he were afraid that something would give him a bite on his neck.

Esther was a little curious, could this person be a novice like her? First time attending a rally?

——

This wasn't Darkwell's first time at the Eyes of Wisdom's gathering of the Extraordinary, and it wasn't even the first time he had been burned by the amulet his teacher had given him.

The last time he had such a strange experience was when he was in the Tingen herb shop, although Darkwell had forgotten what had happened at that time, but as soon as his amulet was overheated, the fear of almost burning off the skin at that time came back to his heart.

He looked around, trying to figure out where the amulet had been stimulated. One after another, other party participants in the room walked in and sat down, except for the two who were with them just now, who were more suspicious and seemed to have little to do with the others.

After locking on the target, Darkwell, who had been promoted to "Beast Tamer", secretly guessed the origin of the other party, and couldn't help but wonder if they were enforcers from the official church, who were preparing to surround the house and wipe out all the wild extraordinary people here?

When this thought came to him, Darkwell sat on pins and needles.

But soon, his amulet cooled down again, leaving only a temperature slightly above body temperature, making Darkwell feel like a bowl of hot tea was being kicked in his arms.

What's going on? The other party doesn't want to do it?

Cold sweat was still dripping down the edge of the mask, and he curled up in the couch in a dazed and worried posture, looking rather awkward. His reaction caused several "acquaintances" who often attended this rally next to him to frown, wondering why this fat man was so strange today.

And Darkwell is also very abnormal today, he is usually the first to propose a deal to start selling potions, and today he maintains a subtle silence, looking left and right.

The "Eye of Wisdom" old gentleman also looked at him suspiciously, but did not say anything.

Soon, another man raised his hand, and the voice sounded like that of a young man, gentle and reserved:

"I have a commission from a big man here, if someone can find any clues, the reward given by the other party is very rich, and the intelligence fee can be three or seven cents."

"The other side is looking for people who believe in 'fools', which may involve 'mysterious lords above the gray mist', 'the king of yellow and black who holds good fortune', or 'fools who do not belong to this era', and please do not pronounce these names in any occult language, which may lead to terrible results."

Esther blinked, and the voice of this person gave her a faint sense of familiarity, and soon, the voice of the next person also made her a little familiar.

The man with the meat on his cheeks in front of him shook his head desperately and muttered quietly, "This sounds like an underground evil god, who dares to look for it?" It's damn ......."

Because the room was so quiet, his muttering was clear to everyone's ears, and the man who had offered the deal did not react, as if he had not heard it at all.

After a moment of silence, the next man raised his hand and asked for two extraordinary materials that Esther had never heard of, and tonight's transaction entered the daily process.

Esther, however, was thinking about what the man had just said, and she was so inspired by them that she immediately memorized them in her heart, and was ready to wait until she returned to study why her spiritual instincts were reacting.

She was obviously right when she heard this "honorific name" for the first time.

In the middle of the transaction, Crane seized the opportunity to raise his hand, lowered his voice and said, "I want to acquire an extraordinary weapon of the short dagger, the effect is best biased towards increasing the lethality or purification, and the appearance is not too conspicuous. ”

It's a pity that no one responded, and extraordinary items, which are often used as life-saving cards, are rarely met with the type that meets personal requirements unless there is a craftsman behind the scenes.

Esther didn't have any hope, this time she couldn't talk about it next time, she originally wanted to contact this rally first to see how it went.

The gentleman with a broken mouth glanced back again, just in time for Esther's gaze, and the amulet on his chest burned again.

And Esther suddenly remembered where she had seen him, this was the pharmacist in the "Lawson's Folk Herb Shop" in Tingen, who was so frightened in a few words that she threw out the "monster" formula!

It's a coincidence.

Esther smiled, and immediately understood why the other party seemed to be sitting so uncomfortably on the couch.

At that meeting, Esther judged that the pharmacist had some premonition about her, and based on his performance this time, Mr. Pharmacist didn't remember what happened at that time, so he couldn't target her at the first time, otherwise he would definitely give priority to observing people with more feminine body shapes.

The pharmacist was frightened by that premonition, so he writhed uncomfortably throughout the transaction, and it was not until Esther stared at him just now that the other party was stimulated by some kind of stimulation, and he showed a straightforward panic and uneasiness.

Esther looked at the restless pharmacist with interest, perhaps not even noticing that there was a mischievous mentality in her deliberate attention.

The party ended quickly, and most of the people had nothing to gain, which is also the norm for extraordinary parties.

The resources available to the Wild Extraordinary are extremely limited, and it is difficult for them to improve themselves, and the official church has a monopoly on most of the mid- and high-level extraordinary materials and seals, and even if there are low-level ones on the market, they are expensive and scarce.

Many people, after opening the door to the extraordinary world, may have to spend a lot of time and energy searching for further recipes or potion materials.

Esther was a little glad that she didn't have to take such a troublesome and extraordinary path.

Klein had mentioned to her before that the main material of the potion was expensive, and a main material for Sequence Six alone cost about 2,000 gold pounds, which made Esther completely stop thinking about looking for the improvement of the potion formula.

But Esther was also at a loss, and the clue to her promotion was broken in Grimm's Cemetery, and she didn't know what to do next.

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