Rewind the clock to 15 minutes ago.

Small dock area, rental area No. 25.

The dusty Charles angrily searched for a long time!

It wasn't until he stepped into the slum that he found the so-called lease.

I don't know, the Holy Handicraft Society is embarrassed to say that it is a small dock area.

"False advertising kills people"!

It is a hotel that is divided into about three floors and occupies an area of about 400 square meters.

Despite losing his deep dive, the charr is still sensitive to clouds. The clouds went westward, obscuring the silver moon.

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With a small amount of cool breeze, Charles sneezed.

Pushing open the cracked door, the cool breeze swayed the oil lamp, and people looked up to see the man in the trench coat wearing a medium tall hat pushing open the door.

Although there are quite a few patches on the cuffs and neckline, this is also a luxury set for the bottom layer.

Charles came to the counter and tapped on the tabletop, muffling his voice, "Is this place clean?"

The boss was stunned, "Clean, why isn't the place where the night watchman lives clean?"

Charles's understanding of the Night's Watch is nothing more than an introduction to the distribution of various forces by Marco, the head of the Night's Watch.

Goyle, the head of the Colonial Rebellion, used to be a peripheral night watchman, as if following the principle of not meddling in the worldly deal with evil and chaotic creatures.

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Back in time, after a series of dialogues in the previous chapter, Charles met the golden holy hand, "What the hell is the white hand? ”

The hesitation was overflowing, and he was a little incredulous, "Can this work?" the boss was a little excited, "What do you say? Who would pay attention to a child, he is a gold medal saint, there is no shortage of strange things he has stolen, and he is an absolute candidate for dangerous tasks." ”

Charles wanted to speak and stopped, and the boss considered it a little, "The news is false and pays ten!"

Charles paced away, looking at the somewhat sluggish child, "That's it. ”

The boss tore off a piece of paper from his notebook and wrote down a series of place names, the small dock area and the large clock tower, with intricate patterns engraved on the paper.

Handing the note to Charles, he shook his forehead slightly, "It is recommended that you take a look at it every day, if there is anyone, this piece of paper can be used as a response, and when the clock rings at noon, the message will arrive." ”

Go to another room and hand Charr the extremely abstract monster manual.

Well, the abstract ones are like cartoons, and the gods are like soul painters, suitable for all ages, and easy to understand.

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The cold night evokes desolation, the silver plate still hangs high in the sky, the dark clouds are blown away by the strong wind, and the mind is a little confused.

The reason why the charr cares so much about arms is because they are more useful in the hands of soldiers.

With the arrival of 20,000 independent vanguard troops, the independent organization in the city that was ready to move, Will became the weakest link in the defense, and the arms undoubtedly determined the ownership of the city.

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From a deep point of view, Weir is an important port for baggage transportation and a strategic place for advance and retreat.

The ownership of arms determines the victory or defeat of a battle, and ultimately determines the world situation.

The mysterious city is full of undercurrents under the calm, the merchant ships are detouring, and the roads between the cities are looking at each other, and things are becoming more and more confused.

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Middle-class Kerr district.

Under the slightly dim oil lamp, the assistant was sorting out the information.

Locke sat at the table, holding up the black tea, his eyes swept over the pen, and his dark pupils stared at the utility area.

Pull out a jumbo-caliber flintlock pistol from a drawer and point with one finger at the assistant.

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The assistant turned his head in surprise, his eyes slightly confused.

"Don't pretend. Locke paced, each foot in his assistant's heart, and the sound was heavy and muffled.

"There's one less envelope on the shelf, and maybe you didn't expect your twitching to cause dust to slip off the edges. ”

After a pause, the assistant's stunned face was reflected in his pupils, "Maybe you didn't expect that the neat envelope would become the biggest flaw." ”

"And who will you write to?" Locke's voice thundered into the assistant's heart, so that his hands turned white, and the assistant was a little distracted.

Locke held out his finger, "You want to put the letter in the envelope, and where do you get the paper?" ”

Searching for traces, Locke lifted the trash can, revealing a torn corner of the newspaper.

The muzzle of the gun was still pointed at the assistant, "And then you're bound to write, so where are you going to write? You know I'm a detective, so you choose to write in your pants." ”

Locke leisurely highlighted the truth, his deep eyes revealing wisdom, "But you didn't expect that the ink would penetrate the newspaper and leave a starry mark on the pants, do you think I won't be able to see it when I change the pants!"

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Suddenly approaching the assistant, the assistant suddenly opened the drawer in a panic, and his pants were exposed!

The assistant's pupils shrank, and he instantly got rid of the panic, and his lips moved slightly.

"Mental storm. Like a brilliant flash of magnetic light, the detective froze in place, his consciousness was instantly emptied, his thin body vibrated slightly on the rough floor, and the fire bolt rolled to the side.

The assistant was also not happy, covering his head with some dizziness, and constantly pounding the ground to get the pain, in order to stabilize the mental syncope, and the already poor spirit released the high load capacity, and the backlash followed.

The detective lay on the ground in pain, his blurred eyes reflected the departure of a black shadow, the detective struggled to turn his body and knelt on the ground, and finally his eyes opened, and his vision changed from blurry to clear.

The detective works his terrifying brain, relieving stagnation and throbbing.

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The light in his pupils was hazy and dim, "Charles is right, the nameplate fruit is infinitely troubled. ”

"When did the assistant betray? Hmm, the information of every force in the statistics has been sold!"

Piercing again and again to break through the trance, Locke was clouded with a deep hallucination in front of his eyes.

"Light, light on the table, how can there be light?"

Stretching out his hand, the original code of order had long since changed, and instead it was printed with lines of Elsie outlined by light dots.

"The mystery is full of the path of the gods, and the secret key is between life and death, where is the way out for mankind?"

"Hahaha, they think I'm crazy, what if the root of our imitation is also a high-level existence? It's really desperate, there is no future for humanity!"

"A group of cowards who dare not admit it, just deceive themselves!"

"No, no, there's the future, that's the spirit, the spirit of the ego, but who can guarantee that our spirit hasn't been tampered with?"

"As long as the spirit of darkness is the way out!"

Locke frowned as he looked at the crazy diary and continued to read.

"The person who can see this diary is dying, and he puts his hand on it as the final fire, igniting the future, as a light, streaking across the sky and illuminating the darkness. ”

"Light. Muttering to himself, his pupils reflected in Fra who had jumped off the attic, remembering the drops of crystal, and Rockburn's hesitant eyes became determined.

Fingers pressed on the book, layers of spiritual whirlwinds and bands of light were sorted in his mind, outlining each other to form light blue runes.

The pale blue light condensed into chains, dyed a little pitch black, and wrapped the will layer after layer.