At 9:30 am, Bakerland Bridge area, Ironmen Street, Brave Bar.

After Emlin White got out of the carriage, he stood there, staring blankly in front of him, almost forgot to avoid the sunlight.

At this time, the main entrance of the bar was tightly closed, showing no sign of opening.

As a rare savage who has only entered a bar like a few times at night, Emlin never thought that the other party would not open the door in the morning. After reading the note, he turned around and left the Harvest Church excitedly and rushed here by transportation, hoping to get information as soon as possible.

In order to save time, he even endured the cramped environment and unpleasant smell of the steam subway.

At this moment, Emlin was a little angry, but clearly knew that it was him who made the mistake. He could only walk around the Ironmen Street slowly, indicating that he had not come in vain.

Just as he was about to approach a taxi car parked on the street, a familiar figure suddenly swept out of the corner of his eyes.

The other party was wearing a brown dome hat, an old coat, and a very torn shoulder bag. It was Ian, a black market arms and intelligence businessman.

Hehe, my intuition is still very accurate, I knew he would appear so early! Emlin turned anger into joy, put his hands in his pockets, walked over leisurely, blocked in front of Ian, and chuckled:

“Good morning.”

Ian looked up at the handsome man in front of him and responded with a little surprise:

"Good morning, Mr. White, you should have come in the evening."

"It seems to be very suitable now." Emlin smiled in a good mood. "Ian, why do you wear the same clothes and dress up in the same way every time you see you?"

Ian said indifferently:

“It makes me look more mature and very low-key.

"Of course, the main reason is that I don't have money."

The following sentence he added in a joke.

"I'm looking forward to you wearing this in summer, too." Emlin sneered.

"Then I will take off my coat." Ian said as he took out two pieces of paper from his shabby shoulder bag. It was the "bounty order" that Emlin had given him before, "Someone has seen this in the East."

He handed one of the papers to Emlin, which marked Argos.

Seeing that there were clues about the "primitive moon" believers, Emlin asked happily:

"Where is he?"

Ian didn't answer, looking at him and laughed without saying a word.

Emlin had experience and immediately took out his wallet and counted 150 pounds to the other party:

"This is your reward."

Ian smiled and said:

“It’s still half way.”

"Is it half the distance?" Emlin almost wanted the black market arms and intelligence merchants in front of him to know the power of the blood clan, because the agreed to be effective clues of 20 pounds and locked at 150 pounds.

However, he quickly savored the other party's hidden meaning and asked in surprise:

"Another found?"

"Yes." Ian handed over the remaining paper in his hand. "My friend was observing Argos and determining his residence, and found that he had met the gentleman named Gallis Kevin, so we grasped the residence of two targets at the same time."

"... Very good." Emlin emptied his wallet and raised another 150 pounds to Ian.

He was in a very happy mood, and he felt that the ancestor and the "Follower" were protecting him, because there were only five targets in this batch, and he had already hunted one, and now he had clues from the other two. As long as he succeeded, no matter how other blood tribes did, he could declare that he had won the final victory.

Ian counted carefully and checked the banknotes, lowered his voice:

“Argos is on the third floor of the apartment at 6 Limestone Street, East Side, across from the public bathroom.

"Galis Kevin is also in the East Side, living on the room on the first floor of 19 Beluga Street, which is next to the stairs."

"I will confirm your information. I believe you will not give up your business here for just 300 pounds." Emlin nodded slightly, spoke half-warned and half-reminded, and then laughed, "How could they be found so easily?"

Ian's red eyes turned slightly, and he looked left and right and said:

“First, many bounty hunters are my friends, and they have a wide range of informants in the East Side.

"Secondly, the two gentlemen were not well-disguised enough. They were in the East District, but they were quite different from those around them. If they were willing to change into ragged clothes and do more than 12 hours of hard work every day, I believe they would be hard to find in the East District where people were chaotic."

In this way, you have to pay attention to the differences in the environment... Emlin said silently, feeling that he had learned some skills again.

He didn't plan to go to the East Side now, because even if he succeeded during the day, it would be difficult to evacuate without causing any movement. This is a very dangerous behavior in Beckland, which means that he might have been found by the "punisher" or the "night-watcher" just after sneaking home.

After Emlin prepares for the Tarot party, he comes from 8 to 9 pm and decides when to start depending on the situation.

The former "primitive moon" believer is not bad, and these two should be bad either. Although I am sure, relying on myself alone, I always feel that it is not safe enough... Emlin thought about the problem while waving goodbye to Ian, and took a taxi carriage to the south of the bridge.

…………

The capital of East Chester County, Storn City.

Audrey stood behind the railing and watched the male servants put the items they brought from the family castle to the appropriate places. The scene was lively but orderly and not at all chaotic.

I sent someone to Associate Professor Michelle to tell him that I would visit the Antiquities Collection and Protection Foundation tomorrow... I hope they have obtained some items related to extraordinary... Audrey thought divergently for a while, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, and she was proud of her decision to donate money to establish the foundation.

Her green eyes, as beautiful as a gem, turned around and saw the time on the wall clock, hurriedly restrained her various thoughts, turned around and walked back to her bedroom.

In a corner of the bedroom, the golden-retriever dog Susie is lying on the ground, with her front legs crossed, which has a very elegant charm.

In front of it was a spread out book, with lines of words written on it.

Susie raised one of her front legs from time to time, fiddled with it, and let the book turn the pages, reading it very seriously.

Every time I see Susie like this, I feel a little ashamed... Audrey, you can't relax in your studies! Audrey inspired herself and slowly walked over, preparing to let Susie go outside the door to guard.

Susie raised her head, looked at Audrey, stood up quickly and said:

"I see!"

After saying that, it jogged out of the bedroom with brisk steps, without forgetting to close the door.

"...I haven't said anything yet." Audrey blinked and said in a low voice.

She had done similar instructions many times. In order not to let Susie notice that she would stay alone in the room every Monday to 3:00 p.m. and not let people get close to the dog, she deliberately did similar things at other times, pretending to have parties, pretending to be alone, and keeping regular chaos.

I have to say that Susie's presence effectively improved my motivation for learning, efficiency and strictness in handling things... I can't make myself worse than a dog! However, being more powerful than a dog doesn't seem to be a praising sentence... Audrey bulged her cheeks with self-deprecatingness, sat down to the bed, and waited for the Tarot party to begin.

…………

At 3 pm, above the fog.

A series of crimson figures rose up on both sides of the bronze long table at the same time, and then solidified into a blurred state.

"Good afternoon, Mr. 'Follower'~ Justice" Audrey stood up and saluted in a brisk tone.

The other members also greeted each other and received a nod to the person at the top of the mottled long table.

While sitting down, the "magic" Fors couldn't help but look at the "World" at the bottom, thinking about how he would speak later.

In addition to relaying the teacher's answer to Ms. "Hidden", she also prepared to do several things. One is to tell Mr. "World" that given the difficulty of the task, she could add a reward, but she had to wait for a while. This is because the house was always sold not so fast. The other is that after repeated thinking, she thought of a good way to make money and improve her strength. That is the inspiration from the behavior of "World": renting out "Lemano's Travel Notes"!

When a member needs similar items to briefly improve his combat effectiveness in order to deal with certain situations, he can rent "Lemano's Travel Notes" from her. The rent is divided into two parts, one part is cash, not too expensive, and the part is replaced by extraordinary ability to record. That is to say, the renter must promise that when returning the magic book, there will be more pages of written chapters on it.

Of course, as a provider, Fors will record the useful abilities of "apprenticeship" and other "door opening" to allow renters to receive corresponding help.

The most prone thing about this transaction is that the tenant may no longer return it, but there is a witness to Mr. Fool. Fors believes that no one will be greedy and stupid.

The accident of the death of the renter and the loss of "Lemano's Travel Notes" is a small probability event. After everyone knows that you can pray to Mr. Fool in a critical moment, it is even more a small probability among the small probability!

How can there be no risk in doing business?... You have to communicate well with Mr. "World" later to determine the time period he wants to use so as not to conflict... Fors withdraws his gaze and hears the "Hidden" lady say:

"Dear Mr. Fool, this time there are two pages of Rossell's diary."

Since contacting the "Mysterious Queen", the acquisition of the diary has been terrifyingly stable... Klein nodded slightly and chuckled:

"very good."

After a brief silence, the "Hidden" Gadriya showed two pages of yellow-brown paper, watching them jump to the palm of Mr. "Follower" in a shuttle-like posture of the spiritual world.

Klein then slowly lowered his eyes and looked at the diary in his hand:

“December 29th, it’s almost the new year.

"All the mausoleums have been built, and there is no turning back."
Chapter completed!