It’s really a mysterious book!?

Chen Lun was surprised.

At the same time, he had already made up his mind to get this book.

Although I currently do not have the mysterious material of the [Earth Faction], I cannot copy this mysterious knowledge of the extraordinary sequence path.

But this does not prevent him from "stocking up".

When the materials are ready in the future, you can start transcribing them.

"Mr. Taut, is this book really not for sale?"

"I've said it many times, I won't sell it."

The old man became a little impatient and stretched out his hand to signal Chen Lun to return the book to him.

"Give me the money back."

Chen Lun raised his eyebrows, unwilling to be outdone.

The old man was a little angry, blowing his beard and staring at the young man.

"We agreed that we would only take a look!

By the way, you are probably interested in a cemetery in Amber City and want to rob it?"

The old man looked at Chen Lun with suspicion.

"Mr. Taut, although you are older than me, you cannot use this to insult my character."

Chen Lun looked contemptuous.

"You should be able to see that I am not so poor that I need to rely on tomb robbing to make a living."

The old man didn't take his words to heart at all. He held up his glasses and said in a sinister tone:

"It's hard to say. Maybe you are just a psychopath and simply want to satisfy your own desires by digging other people's graves."

"..."

Chen Lun finally figured it out. I'm afraid the old man wasn't worried about him doing bad things, but simply didn't want to sell it to him.

"Mr. Taut, please tell me what you need to do before you are willing to sell me the book."

Chen Lun said bluntly.

Until the end, he was unwilling to use extraordinary means to make a profit. Although the old man was hateful, he would not bully the weak and rob him of his belongings.

Mr. Taut chuckled twice.

"I heard that your kid has been dining at Caroline's place? Well... I kind of want to try her cooking."

Immediately his expression straightened.

"You kid should understand what I'm saying, right!?"

"understood."

Chen Lun nodded, turned around and walked out of the bookstore.

Just as the old man began to imagine the scene of having dinner with Miss Caroline, the door of the bookstore opened again.

Chen Lun is back.

But this time, he was followed by Mrs. Caroline.

"Oh, Mr. Totter, I heard that you want to eat the afternoon tea I made?"

Mrs. Caroline was holding a plate in her hand, which contained a few leftover baked biscuits and some scraps.

"But it's a pity that this is all that's left."

Mr. Taut's face immediately stiffened.

But he quickly regained his appearance as an old gentleman, stroked his reading glasses, showed an elegant smile, and took the plate from Mrs. Caroline's hand.

"Oh, beautiful Miss Caroline, yes, I...I'm very hungry."

Turn around again.

The boy had taken his book and disappeared without a trace.

Even the gold coin on the table was inexplicably missing.

…

Chen Lun was in a good mood.

He was holding Mr. Taut's "Future Home Selection Guide" in his hand.

I don’t know why, but I can always imagine a picture in my mind——

A group of players carrying shovels posted on the forum to gather, and soon they appeared in small groups in the cemetery late at night.

While digging in the soil, we talked about topics such as "making a fortune", "hitting the rankings" and "Wuhu taking off".

The atmosphere between the tombs is filled with joy.

The nobles were worried, the police officers were under great pressure, and the Historical and Ceremonial Association was confused.

Where did this group of unscrupulous rats come from?

"I can't control this..."

Chen Lun whistled and put away the "Mausoleum Art Appreciation Collection" properly.

This book can represent the ticket to an extraordinary sequence, and with his sub-job of [Recorder], he is indeed a hen that can lay golden eggs!

When he went up to the third floor, he suddenly heard the quarrel between Connie and her father, Mr. Hood, again.

"I need more 'fruit nectar'! Can't you buy it for me quickly!?"

A weak but irritable voice came.

“Dad, you really can’t eat that thing anymore!

I have investigated and found that no one who has used that drug has a good ending."

Connie retorted.

"What do you know? It's because they stopped taking it. You can't stop taking 'Fruit Nectar'!"

"But the family has no money, Dad."

Connie's tone seemed a little helpless.

"If you don't have money, just make money! Do you still expect me to go out and make money now with my old bones!?"

"Oh my God, how could you do this to me..."

Connie ran out of the house sadly again.

She bumped into Chen Lun in the corridor and seemed a little embarrassed.

Chen Lun handed her a handkerchief.

"……Thanks."

Connie took it and lowered her head to wipe the corners of her eyes.

"Connie, you can use this money to buy medicine for your father."

Chen Lun handed over a gold pound.

"Did you hear everything, Mr. Jack...?"

Connie shook her head and refused, gritted her teeth and said:

"I won't give Dad those Red Apple Church drugs anymore."

Chen Lun sighed secretly.

Her father's condition is probably not too long.

Not to mention that I have been deeply poisoned by "Fruit Nectar", and I am afraid that if I quit suddenly, I will die suddenly in a short time.

But this was Connie's housework, and it was inconvenient for him as an outsider to say anything.

"Sorry, Mr. Jack, I...I want to go out for a walk."

Connie felt a little disappointed.

Chen Lun stepped aside and Connie walked out in silence.

Watching her back disappear from sight, he shook his head slightly and returned to the fourth floor to open the door.

Seeing him coming back, Floy got up from the sofa and handed over a letter.

"This is?"

Chen Lun took the letter and was a little confused.

"Mrs. Caroline sent it. She said it was given to you by a strange man."
To be continued...