Who? Why did you know that I bought the "Shelf Officer" formula? Xiu's dark green pupils shrank, and he looked around in shock, but did not find any suspicious gaze.

According to Mr. A, transactions should be very safe and confidential to him... In the end, Xiu couldn't help looking at the single sofa, and saw Mr. A, who covered his facial features with a hood shadow, still quietly looking at everyone, without showing any abnormality.

She thumped Forth with her elbow and asked in a low voice:

"Should I go?"

Fors took the note, glanced at it, and replied without hesitation: "Go, at least Mr. A is still watching now. No one dares to do anything to you. You can take the opportunity to figure out what the other party's purpose is. Maybe you can really get the potion materials you want?"

"It makes sense..." Xiu was a very action-oriented person. He immediately nodded to the waiter, followed the other party to the study room again, and put on a hooded robe.

This hat could cover my entire face and almost no longer see the road ahead... Don't wear a hood, open the door and see a man in a black tuxedo sitting behind the desk.

The man wore a golden mask on his face, revealing his eyes, nostrils, mouth and cheeks, making people unable to imagine what he originally looked like.

The light brown eyes behind the golden mask turned, and the man pointed to the chair opposite the desk and said:

"sit."

His voice was deliberately hoarse, but there was no extra special.

Don't close the door of the study with your hands, raise your chest and raise your head, sit in the predetermined position without losing momentum, and ask:

"Do you have the main material for the 'Shelf' potion?"

The masked man chuckled:

"Yes, I have both the eyes of the Death Demon Worm and the right palm of the Silver White War Bear."

"In fact, the recipe for the 'Shelf' potion was sold by me."

No wonder... Although Xiu is often ridiculed by his friends for being brainless, she is not completely reckless in the circle of extraordinary people, among the gangs and poor people in the East District. She has a beastly intuition about danger.

She asked in a deep voice:

"Why do you do this?"

"Search for the right helper." The masked man chuckled, "With your financial situation, it is difficult to make up enough money for these two extraordinary materials in the short term. Of course, you can go to other extraordinary people's parties to resell the recipe, but believe me, this will bring you unnecessary dangers. Our circles may not overlap, but I am not alone."

Hugh frowned and said, "Since you have a huge organization, a recipe for the 'shelf' or even the 'arbitrator' potion, why do you still ask me for help?"

"We don't want to come forward on our own. There are many reasons for this, but I don't need to tell you that every 'arbitrator' who has entered the path of extraordinary people by himself has more or less aristocratic relations behind it, which is what we need." The masked man explained a few words.

It seems that he doesn't know my origin, or even my reputation in the East Side... Hug relaxed a little.

The masked man continued:

"You just treat it as a commission outside the extraordinary party. I will give you some tasks and pay you the corresponding compensation. If you feel it is dangerous, you can refuse. This is a fair and free transaction. When you save enough money, you can come to me to buy materials."

This... Hyu, who was worried about the financial situation, suddenly felt excited and said for 9 seconds:

“As long as I have the right to refuse a task, I can consider it.”

"No problem." The masked man laughed, "We can now agree on the location and method of meeting in the future. In order to reassure you, the dominance will be left to you."

"Okay." Although Xiu was still confused and did not understand why the other party wanted to do something to him, he still agreed.

At least she can't see any obvious harm at this time.

…………

During the day of Sunday, Klein was busy buying chairs and tea sets to mend clothes, spending a total of £69,99 to restore the living room, dining room and itself to its original state.

"It's really a loss. I hope the police department can finally compensate me for the losses from Meerso's estate. Oh, I hope not much, at most part." Klein put the invoice receipts neatly and waited for the opportunity to use it later.

Of course, from the perspective of income, he actually made a lot of money, and Meurso's extraordinary characteristics are worth at least 300 pounds, or even more.

And the premise of all this is that Crane can reach the circle of extraordinary people.

After dinner, wearing a solid-color sweater and a gray-blue worker coat and a baseball cap, Klein went out again, transferred twice, and arrived at Ironmen Street in the Beckland Bridge area.

After walking a few steps, he saw the "Brave Bar", the seemingly heavy black wooden gate and a strong man with his arms approaching two meters.

The strong man looked at Klein, but did not stop him from pushing the door, but his throat squirmed as he heard the sound of cheering and toasting inside.

This period is the peak of bar business. Before Klein entered, he felt the heat wave coming to his face, smelled the strong fragrance of ale, and heard the noisy sound.

As expected, he saw two platforms in the center of the bar, one was playing a dog-catching rat competition, and the other was waiting patiently, preparing for the battle that was about to begin.

The aroma of wine mixed with sweat came. Klein lifted his gold-rimmed glasses and pinched his nose. While protecting his belongings, he squeezed to the bar.

Before the bartender could speak, he said first:

“A glass of Southwell beer.”

This is the best beer produced in the Kingdom of Roon.

"5p." The bartender replied familiarly.

Klein took out a handful of coins, counted 5p to the other party, and exchanged them for a large wooden cup containing golden wine. The aroma of beer was rich and tempting.

"In front of it, a lot of beer cannot even be called wine, it can only be considered a drink." The bartender laughed.

Klein picked it up and drank it, and felt refreshing. First, it was bitter and fragrant, then the smell of malt rushes out, and it was a little sweet when it came back.

Putting down the cup, looking at the delicate and white foam, he took the opportunity to ask:

"Where is Caspas Canlining?"

The bartender stopped wiping the cup, looked up and looked at him for a few seconds, and pointed to the side:

“In the No. 3 billiard room.”

In the spirit of not wasting, Klein brought the cup and walked to the outdoor of the No. 3 billiard.

He just knocked lightly and made the door creak and open.

The two men holding the pool clubs inside stopped and looked at the door together.

"I'll look for Caspas Kanlinin." In the silent atmosphere, Klein quickly added, "It was introduced by 'Old Man'."

Hearing this, the half-Ballard with a big nose and a linen shirt said in a deep voice:

"Come in."

There was a huge scar on his face that stretched from the corner of his right eye to the right mouth. His nose was a typical rosacea, almost completely dyed red.

Klein took the cup and walked slowly in. Kanlin's billiards opponent skillfully put down the pole, left the room, and closed the door.

Kaspas Kanlining limped around and asked:

"What do you want?"

"A special revolver with great power and fifty bullets." Klein took another sip of Nanwell beer.

"3 pounds 10 sul." Caspas quoted the price, "It must be more expensive than a regular weapon store, it contains the risks I take."

"Trade." Klein took out five pounds of denomination bills that had been prepared from his pocket and counted four of them to the other party.

Caspas checked the authenticity casually, nodded and said:

"You are more refreshing than you look, wait for me for five minutes."

He placed the banknotes on the table, leaned against the pole, and walked towards the door lamely.

After watching Caspass go out, Klein turned around and looked at the popular billiards at the moment, and found that it was very consistent with the mature snooker on the earth.

It must be you, Emperor Rossell... He almost shook his head and laughed.

After waiting for a while, Caspas pushed the door open, holding an item wrapped in kraft paper and two 5Suler notes.

Klein took the money and things and took them apart on the spot. A silver-white revolver with a long barrel appeared in his eyes. Its handshake seemed to be made of walnut.

In addition, there were fifty yellow bullets neatly placed in the box.

Klein tried the empty gun, loaded five rounds of bullets, stuffed the revolver into the underarm gun bag that he had bought long ago, then packed up the remaining bullets, looked up at Caspass, and said with a careful consideration:

"If I want to hire a great bodyguard, who should I find?"

"It's very powerful, the kind that goes beyond the limits of human beings."

Caspas rubbed his big red nose and his eyes suddenly became cold.

He looked at Klein carefully for two minutes, creating a terrifying sense of oppression with his silent attitude:

"I can ask you, but there is no guarantee that someone will take on this task."

It seems that he knows more than one extraordinary person... Klein curled up his lips and said:

"No matter what the result is, please allow me to express my gratitude in advance."

Caspass put away the billboard billiards and walked out of here again. He returned to the room ten minutes later, and Klein had already finished the big Southwell beer bored.

"He wants to meet you and then make a decision." Caspass said in a deep voice.

"No problem. If it were me, I would have to evaluate the difficulty of the task first." Klein smiled and nodded.

He followed Caspass, crossed the side of the crowded boxing ring and entered the bar's kitchen.

Caspas suddenly took a quick step, knocked on a door, and after allowing it, he led Klein to push the door open.

This is a card room with more than a dozen people playing Texas Hold'em.

Seeing Caspass and Klein come in, a man in a white shirt and a black vest slowly stood up, while the others playing cards stopped moving, none of them made a sound.

At a glance, Klein frowned slightly invisibly.

He found that except for the man who stood up, the other card guests had an indescribable strange smell. They looked pale and looked like wild animals.

Knocked his left tooth twice, and Klein quietly opened his spiritual vision.

His muscles were suddenly tense and he could hardly control his expression, because the aura of those card players was dark black!

This shows that among the dozen people playing cards, except for the man who stood up, the rest were dead!

No, it’s not just a dead person, dead people have no aura!

These are all living zombies!

The feeling of decay came to my face, and the man in a white shirt and a black vest walked to Klein.
Chapter completed!