After walking out of the iron gate, looking up at the huge red maple tree again, and looking at the long-lost light through the gap in the leaves, Yorkham Jones turned the front of the badge of light, and held it to his chest and prayed:

"May the goddess of light bless. ”

Xiao Jingjing also breathed a sigh of relief, and first sighed in his heart, "It's good that it wasn't sold!" and then raised his little head and asked, "Mr. Jones, where are we going next?"

"Go to the lottery shop. When he replied, Yorkham Jones carried the basket on his back, but was suddenly stunned.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Mr. Jones staring at him in a daze, he hurriedly asked, and at the same time he became frightened in his heart, and began to think blindly, 'Does Mr. Jones still want to sell me?'

Seeing that Jingqing was wearing a jacket that was one size bigger, Yorkham Jones immediately patted himself on the head and scolded himself a few words in his heart before replying:

"It's nothing, I just think I'm so stupid that I forgot to buy you clothes. ”

"Ahh

"No, tomorrow when we have money, we will go to St. Cotin's Square!"

Yorkham Jones roared in a tone that he would never forget, and walked with his back in the direction of the market on Daurson Street.

...

After buying today's lottery ticket, Yorkham Jones went to another weapons shop with the basket on his back.

Looking at the gun pattern painted on the door, Qin Jing immediately looked depressed:

"Mr. Pastor, we only have 5 Wall..."

"Don't worry, don't buy anything this time. ”

Smiling and pinching her little face, Yorkham Jones walked in.

The owner of the weapons shop was a forty-year-old man with blonde hair and a clean shaved beard, who looked very energetic, but his eyes were looking a little flustered.

There are also a number of Bright Badges hanging in the shop, so this weapon shop will look a little out of place.

"Pastor Jones! It's a pleasure to see you at this time!"

When he saw Yorkham Jones, the man's eyes immediately hardened, and he shouted happily.

"Mr. John, I'm here for some information. ”

When John heard this, he gently put his hands on his chest and said:

"Of course, there is no lie in the light. ”

"May the goddess of light bless you, believer of the Lord. ”

Yorkham Jones prayed, then said, "I need information about the people who bought the Clinton explosives in your store within this week." ”

"Hmm!" John nodded, then opened the lock, took out an old ledger, tore another page from the blank page, and then opened the ledger and inquired.

"Clinton explosives are generally used as mining explosives, and I have recorded every transaction in detail, so I will copy it to you. ”

Turning to the page a few times, John said a word, and began to transcribe it.

After three minutes, John handed Yorkham Jones the paper on which he had copied the message, and said:

"Pastor Jones, there's a very strange guy who's bought Clinton's explosives ten times in the last month, and not just me. ”

"I'll be mindful, Mr. John, thank you for your help. Taking the paper, Yorkham Jones folded it and put it in his pocket.

Watching Yorkham Jones walk out the door step by step, John's hanging heart finally breathed a few sighs of relief, and made a prayer gesture for the Church of Light:

"Please, Mr. Reverend!"

Walking out of the door, Qin Jing looked up and asked:

"Mr. Jones, why doesn't the kingdom ban the trade in these dangerous weapons?"

"Little boy, you still care about national affairs!"

With a flick of his head, Yorkham Jones said, "This is the world of adults, you don't have to understand... However, there will be a law soon, just wait for that to happen..."

As he spoke, Yorkham Jones suddenly froze again, and was still staring at his arm.

"When humanity raises the flames, light and destruction come at the same time! The coin of fate has been tossed, and salvation or destruction can be changed! My Mr. Knight, I think you are too idle, so I will send you an extra task, of course, Mr. Knight can also choose to refuse. ”

"Bonus Mission: Stop the Big Bang of Ijohnson 3.15 (Optional, Statute of Limitations: 7 days. ）”

Seeing that Yorkham Jones was in a daze again, Qin Jing sighed a few times and said in his heart, 'It's good that I'm here, otherwise Mr. Pastor would have lived!'

"Lord, what are you thinking?"

Yorkham Jones muttered, and walked back to the shop in front of him.

This is a bookstore, and the shelves are decorated with black and purple wood, each piece of wood is fragrant, and all are carved with silver lace.

The owner is an old man in a black suit, who is sitting in a chair listening to beautiful jazz music and enjoying his afternoon coffee.

The cup of coffee is very delicate, the whole is porcelain white, the bottom and mouth of the cup are inlaid with gold edges, and the body of the cup is embedded with two black opals.

Yorkham Jones didn't want to buy books, and when he walked into the store, he walked straight to the old man dressed as a gentleman.

"Sir, is there something wrong?"

Someone interrupted the coffee time, and the old man's tone was already a little angry.

Yorkham Jones smiled softly and said:

"I need some Third Age blue paper, the kind dug out of the ground..."

Seeing the old man's eyes widen, Yorkham Jones quickened his pace:

"I know you can get it, don't worry, I'll give you a satisfactory reward... Hmm, the vampire information you've been looking for, how?"

Hearing the word 'vampire', the old man who was about to burst out immediately quieted down, and the whole person seemed to be still, and after a long while, he spoke:

"Deal, but if you lie to me, you know what happened!"

"Of course. ”

Yorkham Jones made a noble salute and walked out of the store with his basket on his back.

When Yorkham Jones walked out of the store, the old man hurriedly closed the door, hung up the wooden sign for the day off, and then pushed the bookshelf in the middle.

With a few soft sounds, a passage appeared on the floor.

"Alice—" The old man walked down the aisle, saying a name.

Outside the door, looking at the closed bookstore, Yorkham Jones suddenly laughed:

"Mr. Corleone, I hope this message does not cause you more despair. ”

Qin Jing narrowed his small eyes and asked curiously:

"Mr. Reverend, is Mr. Corleone the old gentleman just now? do you know him, and what kind of man is he?"

"That's a lot of questions, little brat! Let's go, I'll take you to a strawberry milkshake!"

After striking the basket again, ignoring Lori's cry of pain, Yorkham Jones walked in the direction of the Guns and Roses Bar.