"You're Gelman Sparrow?"

The brown-haired man in front of Klein held up a wooden wine glass, covering the lower half of his face with a drinking posture, and looked at this side with sharp eyes.

"Uss Kent?"

Crane, who didn't ask for wine, was still dressed as an adventurer, sitting at the window table in the "Fragrant Leaves Bar", looking at each other coldly, and answering with rhetorical questions.

"Heh, Erlan said you are not easy to deal with, and it seems that you are still conservative," Uss Kent chuckled and put down his glass, "Of course, I will not refuse someone who is capable, even if they are not so ...... Gregarious. ”

"I've heard about some of the things you've done since you came to Byam, but I still warn you not to provoke the pirates on the bounty list, and I mean not to fight head-on, because they're outlaws. Give me the intel and we'll take care of it, and you'll get most of the bounty while avoiding revealing your identity. ”

Doesn't he know that I already have the lives of several pirates on my hands...... Erlan didn't tell him?

Klein thought for a moment and nodded expressionlessly.

In the past few days since returning to Byam, Angel and him have entered a state of cold war after knowing his "world" identity, and will still return to the "blue wind" every day, but will sleep in the second bedroom, and will not be seen during the day, and only meet briefly to say hello. If it weren't for divination to know that Angel had been with Elaine and Dominic all the time and was busy building a team of "redhead" sailors, he would have thought that something even more unacceptable had happened......

I don't know how long Darkwell's medicine has to last...... No, Crane, you have to focus on getting down to business, looking for opportunities to play, and save money as soon as possible to prepare for promotion, so that you have the ability to protect her...... Sighing secretly, Klein looked coldly at the military intelligence officer across the table, waiting for the other party to continue to introduce the "rules" here.

As for compliance or not, that's my business......

"In the past, there were many young people like you, well, in their prime, every year when I went to visit their graves, I would regret not making it clear in advance: don't reveal your identity in front of those pirates, they don't have any mercy, let alone chivalry, and if they can't deal with you, they will find out the news, deal with your family, kidnap, assassinate, poison, do everything."

My family...... His eyes dimmed for a moment, and Crane used the Faceling's abilities to disguise the change.

"I don't have any family."

Kent paused as if choked and took a sip of his beer.

"Or attack your companions, friends, you always have companions, Erlan said, you don't want her to be in all kinds of danger, right?"

The adventurer across from him suddenly sneered.

"I don't think she'll refuse someone to send money."

Sending money?

Uss Kent was stunned for a few seconds before he understood what the other party meant, and he subconsciously looked around, feeling that this room of pirates who didn't even deserve a bounty was like a gold pound that would be sent to the door by himself.

What a madman, I shouldn't have asked Erlan to bring him to me...... Kent muttered, his gaze returning to Gelman Sparrow across the table.

"Anyway, I want you to report to us first and not ...... when you see those dangerous pirates. What are you looking at? ”

Klein stared behind Kent, and out of the basement there came a tall, short-eyed man with a searching look in his eyes.

It was Misool King, the "Clever Talker" who sent me to the Black Death when I was dressed as Elaine. How could he be here, still watching me? Was it the "Sick Lieutenant General" Tracy who was ready to track down the person who destroyed her flagship that day, but didn't dare to provoke Mr. Azik, so she started with the Resistance and Daniz, and finally found out about me?

Klein quickly analyzed, and his first reaction was to pretend not to see it, and then tell the military liaison in front of him afterwards, or track the other party through divination and disguise, and wait for an opportunity to do it.

This is in line with his habit of "not fighting unprepared battles" when he was in the magician stage, but ......

But in front of me is a great pirate with a bounty of £5,400, and I'm a mad adventurer, Gelman Sparrow!

With a cold grin on his lips, Crane pulled out a huge revolver from his trench coat under Uss Kent's horrified gaze and swooped at the "Clever Talker".

"Bang-"

The loud sound of gunfire rang in the ears of Kent and the bar's guests, and at this moment, he released the suffocation that had accumulated in his chest for several days, and regained the exhilaration of having just arrived at sea and beating Logan "Sea Eagle" and the guards in Damir Harbor with Angel.

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"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out not far away, and the three men in front of Angel shrank their necks together, this is a necessary sensitivity to survive at sea, and those who don't know how to dodge stray bullets have already died in the corner of a bar, or in a dark alley.

"Don't worry, the gunfire is far away, and there are at least four or five walls in between, so it can't hit you," Angel shook his fingers with a chuckle, and the invisible silk threads trembled, causing the three men who were hanging upside down a few centimeters, "But if you don't answer my question, you'll soon experience something much more terrifying than being hit by a bullet." ”

The three people in front of the meeting didn't mean to speak, she sighed and looked at Dominic next to her, and after the other party nodded, she let go of her fingers.

Plop, plop, the sound of falling water three times in a row, the heads of the three "upside-down hangers" were all immersed in the wooden barrels filled with water below, the coldness and panic of the sudden entry into the water made them unable to hold their breath, strings of bubbles floated to the surface, accompanied by a muffled gurgling sound, their bound limbs struggled desperately, the silk threads cut blood marks on the skin, but they could not move a bit.

A moment later, Angel mentioned one of them, and after he coughed desperately, vomited, and spat out the water in his lungs and stomach, he asked:

"Recruit?"

"Phew—"

Angel was answered by an angry spit that formed into ice particles and fell to the ground before it could fly over her.

Plopping and putting the hard-mouthed pirate back into the water, she picked up another.

"What about you? Recruitment? ”

"I really don't know how to grunt......"

Stuffing the bad memory pirate back into the bucket in disappointment, Angel fished out the first hard-mouthed fellow again, and smiled apologetically as he feigned a moment of frustration in his glad gasp.

"I'm sorry, I forgot you didn't want to say it."

She was about to send the pirate back into the water, when the latter yelled in panic:

"Don't! Other! I say, I say both! ”

Moments later, Angel walked out of the basement and sat on the living room couch in the private house, waiting for Dominic to finish the rest of the interrogation.

If it weren't for the digestion of the "pain" potion, I would have solved the problem by using psychic or divination...... She sighed wearily and curled up into the soft couch.

Although Dominic's targets are all vicious pirates and wanted criminals, this kind of interrogation method that tortures the other party physically and mentally still makes Angel a little uncomfortable.

However, in the process of helping the intelligence dealer solve the "tricky target" in the past few days, she can feel that the progress of the digestion of the potion has improved significantly, which once again verifies her playing rules, inflicting physical and mental pain on the other party, it is an effective means, and it is not limited to combat.

But it seems that there is still a big piece of play missing...... Is there a pattern I haven't found?

Angel pondered, and suddenly thought of the conversation between the "ageless" witch Caterina and Tracy on the Black Death.

"Remember this pain and it will make you grow ......"

Muttered repeatedly, she seemed to have caught a clue.

Do you need to make it painful for me? Similar to the burning at the stake during promotion, or some kind of psychological effect...... Or, try to dry Klein for a few more days, he seems to have felt my "cold war" these days, but it doesn't help the potion digestion......

Thoughts flashed through his mind, listening to the rustling sound coming from the basement, Angel sighed again, grabbed the coffee table next to him, and didn't know if it was the "News" a few days ago, and called the time.

"The interview time for the 1350 Unified Examination for Government Employees has been announced! 》

Rune's Government Employee Exam?

Her eyes stayed on the report, but her mind flew back to the North Continent, remembering Melissa and Benson.

Did Mr. Benson pass his exam?

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"Are you really sure you passed the second round?"

Stirring the creamy mushroom soup in front of her with a spoon, Melissa asked with a deliberate face.

"I'm pretty much sure," replied Benson, who was wearing a newly bought silk top hat that obscured his receding hairline, with a smile, "I got to know a few Tingen-born examiners after the first round of exams, and although they wouldn't tell me the questions, I could still find out some information after the exam, and I should be ready for the interview at the end of the month." ”

"I've already asked you to prepare, buy new clothes, and learn interview conversation skills in advance......"

Although she was still complaining, a smile bloomed on Melissa's face.

As they chatted, the waiters brought the day's main course, braised beef short ribs, to their table by the floor-to-ceiling window.

The new West End Williams Street restaurant specializes in authentic Intis cuisine, with a menu that doesn't bother to adapt to Rune tastes, and even the waiters, chefs, and even some apparently redundant guards at the door are easily recognizable Intis, dressed in bright, ostentatious costumes and speaking in a subtle tone.

Corresponding to the authentic service is the high price, if it were not for the opening of the new store with a lot of discounts, even if it was to celebrate the passing of the second round of exams, the brother and sister would not be willing to eat here.

Cutting the steak abruptly, Melissa suddenly spoke:

"Benson, now that you're two-thirds of the way through the exam, you also have to think about settling in Beckland, and what your life will do after that."

"What?"

Benson, who chewed a bite of beef and was helping him swallow it with a meal wine, was stunned.

"I mean our neighbor, the blonde lady!" Melissa couldn't help but kick her brother lightly under the table, ruining his expression of pretending to be stupid, "I found out that you have secretly observed her many times, you have to adapt to the speed of the big city, be brave, you are almost 30 years old!" ”

"I, I just, think she looks a little like Miss Granger......"

Benson flatly denied his intentions, and hurriedly drank two sips of the low-alcohol wine that came with it, his cheeks flushed a little, and his gaze wandered.

But the answer seemed to touch Melissa's memory, and she lost the interest in laughing, put down her knife and fork, and looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows that had been fogged in winter.

"I think they look a lot like ...... too"

Looking at the carriage slowly passing by on the street, she whispered.

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After getting out of the carriage, Forthth Wall tightened the scarf around his neck to keep the cold winter wind out, sighed, and walked along Williams Street.

She was completing the task commissioned by Mr. "World" through the Tarot Society, observing anomalies on this street.

The last time she came here, she didn't find anything else wrong except for the streets full of Fursaks and Intis, and as the largest city in the Kingdom of Rune and even the entire Northern Continent, it was not strange for some foreigners to wander here.

"Even Intis has several more restaurants...... They seem to be on sale, and when I get paid by Mr. World, do you want to bring Hugh over for an Indish dinner? ”

With difficulty looking away from the warm dining room, steaming steaks, and gobbling up siblings behind floor-to-ceiling windows, Forth scrutinized the street with a conscientious, worthy of payment.

Soon, she came to the middle of the street, where a small church had long been abandoned and crawling with weeds and vines, and because she had walked cursorely last time and had not been explored, this time she carefully bypassed the droppings of unknown creatures and muddy puddles and went into the depths.

"This church has been abandoned for so long, why has it not been renovated or demolished...... In Beckland, where every inch of land is valuable, this is also an anomaly, right? ”

Muttering to himself, Firth quickly swept his gaze around, his eyes staring, and he found a real problem.

In the corner of the collapsed church, the ground exposed was as if someone had dug it up, leaving a lot of floating soil around it, and there were even traces of finger gouging.

"It's ...... Someone is digging a pit, and they don't use tools, they just plane by hand? ”

Noting the problem, Furth left the church the way he came, intending to hand over all discoveries to the "world" later through Mr. Fool.

At the same time, full of writer's imagination, she can't help but have a picture of a mysterious man kneeling on the ground in the crimson moonlight, his hands digging a pit like a marmot.

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Ince Zangwill held his hands up in front of his eyes and looked closely at the punctuation of dull yellow mud between his fingers, as if he had been digging for roots in the field like a groundhog.

But he remembers that he slept well in his bed last night!

Looking out the window with a solemn face, he was relieved to find that he was still in this house in the North End, not in the warehouse of a farm in the countryside.

Zangwill's gaze turned to the desk, where the quill he had carefully sealed in an expensive metal case the night appeared next to a worn-out notebook.

The notes that had been opened were written on the lines describing his current condition, and even the wandering of his gaze and the doubts in his mind were written on the paper, as if they were destined to happen.

“…… Ince Zangwill looked blankly at the mirror, trying to find some overlooked clue on his body, but in the mirror he had thick dark circles under his eyes and a blue complexion, as if he was about to die......"

He subconsciously looked at the full-length mirror on the other side of the room, and his face was blue in the mirror, just as the note described.

With a scolding, the former archbishop, who had just gotten up, came to the table, picked up a quill, and looked at the last line of the note, where it was written in a broken script:

“…… The worry in his heart became stronger, and cautiously, he picked up his notebook and quill, packed his simple luggage, and decided to change his place of residence today. ”

A moment later, Ince Zangwill, with a gloomy face, carried his luggage, wore his usual thick trench coat, and covered his blind eye with a top hat, and walked briskly away from Pinster Street.

People came and went, and from time to time someone squeezed past him, but they ignored him.

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Squeezing past a strangely dressed middle-aged gentleman with hurried steps, Emlyn White stood outside the door at 7 Pinster Street.

He carefully took out the metal bottle and drank the potion against dreams before knocking on the door.

A moment later, a man with black hair and green eyes, casually dressed, and a free and easy temperament opened the door and looked at him suspiciously.

"Hello, Leonard Mitchell?"

Emlyn seemed polite, but in fact greeted him haughtily, looking at this young man whose appearance and temperament were not inferior to those of the Blood Clan.

"I am, what's the matter with you?"

Leonard frowned slightly, and replied cautiously.

"I want to buy a magical item, an item that can steal someone else's extraordinary abilities."

Emlyn whispered, almost as soon as she finished speaking, she felt the light around her become quiet, and her body and mind seemed to fall into silence.

"Nice dreaming technique, but it didn't work for me."

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he felt the thrill of being prepared and able to deal with others perfectly.

Seeing that the other party's brows were tightly knit, his limbs were tense, and he seemed to be about to enter a fighting state, he hurriedly took out the badge entrusted to him by the "world" and shook it in front of Leonard's eyes.

"It turned out to be their people......"

After seeing the badge symbolizing "fate" and "concealment", Leonard's expression calmed down significantly, and he didn't see any movement, and the surrounding scene disappeared like a shatter, returning to a normal street.

With a haughty smile, Emlyn followed the other into the room, and after a moment, withdrew slightly embarrassed.

Leonard Mitchell's bold asking price shocked the "moon" of the Tarot Society.

For £7,000, how many new dolls can I buy, and their bespoke dresses?

Even if he didn't have to pay for it himself, Emlin, who had experienced the importance of money at the Tarot meeting, was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

Hiding from the harsh sunlight, he walked through the shadows of the street and left Pinster Street.

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Leonard's handsome eyebrows furrowed as he emerged from the shadows on the side of the road and watched the vampire enter Mother Earth's "Harvest Chapel".

It wasn't until he returned to his home in the North District and sat back on the sofa in the living room that he tilted his head and asked quietly:

"What do you think of this, old man?"

"I can't tell that he does hold the badge of 'Hermit of Destiny', but it obviously doesn't belong to him," a slightly older voice emerged from his mind, "You've already made a bid, just wait for his reaction, and the people behind him will inevitably send him to continue contact with us." ”

"When the time comes, it's your area of expertise......

Leonard said, his brows gradually stretched, and he was about to pick up the document on the table next to him to read, when he suddenly tilted his head and asked suspiciously:

"You say, could he be a friend or an enemy of your time?"

"You've been thinking a lot lately, it's a good thing, but there's also more and more useless speculation, it's just a waste of time," the old man chuckled, causing the expression on Leonard's face to freeze, "If he has my enemy standing behind him, there is no need to be so tempted at all, I have been weak for many years, and now exposure is tantamount to failure." ”

As soon as the conversation changed, the old voice continued with ridicule:

"If you want to play a detective game and find something to do, you might as well read the file in hand and find some useful clues to track down the person you want to get revenge on."

Leonard sat silently on the couch before he took the document and flipped through it.

This is a case file that he reproduced from memory from the Red Glove, about the death of Capin, who was involved in human trafficking, and the clues to the "tarot cards" that appeared in it.

The page he turned to was the investigative report of one of the rescued girls, Emily O'Neill, and the mysterious death of the O'Nell family, which was deliberately concealed by the bribed neighborhood police, with two names circled in red pen.

"Erin Watson."

"Sherlock Moriarty."

In the "Hilston Borough Aurora Attack" in which the "Black Emperor" appeared, this "soothsayer" was investigated by the night watchman, but there was no doubt about it at the time, so it did not attract attention.

The latter, in the "Assassination of Duke Negan", participated in the investigation of the Apostle of Desire.

In these cases, there are "tarot cards"!

(End of chapter)