The deep colors of the "William VI Library", which adopts the design style of earlier years, almost blend into the night.
In order to commemorate the father of the current emperor, the great "strong man", the entire library maintained the supreme military style when it was first built. The entire library was painted in dark blue to celebrate the Loen Navy.
In his hands, he finally overtook the Intis Navy, which was trained to its peak by Russell.
As the closing time came, citizens who went to the free library to facilitate or inquire about information, or prepare for exams, walked out of the arched door one after another. Among them was a gentleman in his thirties, holding a gold-encrusted cane, and the young men around him.
Out of place.
I never expected that I would encounter poor "law test" students in any world... After reading the poor detective's notes in the morning, Klein immediately ran to the library to look up old newspapers and found what he wanted.
s things.
In the August 28th edition of the Tussock River News, special correspondent Clark Carr reported a gang conflict that shocked Silveras Field.
In the long and lengthy report, a lot of ink was used to introduce the leader of the "Grey Penguin" party who was killed by a gunshot in this conflict-Diamado, but avoided the other gangster who caused his death.
The leader just downplayed the matter and said that the "Grey Penguin" took the initiative to conflict with the "Red Pier" gang in order to expand its black power.
Using a large amount of black information about Diamadeo to draw all people's attention to the heinous things he has done, Kapin's power has naturally become the background of this vicious conflict...
...Such a standard operation, and now I don’t believe it if you tell me there will be no official consequences after this.
Fortunately, I didn't tell Mr. Aigron about Capin at that time, trying to take advantage of it.
Although Mr. Aigron seems very serious, who knows if the master behind him, His Highness the Prince, or the people around him will reveal this news?
Strictly speaking, MI9 is considered half of the civil service system!
Feeling the cold wind blowing on his face, Klein's swollen brain gradually relaxed after reading newspapers all afternoon. He boarded a nearby public carriage, deftly occupied a seat, closed his eyes and rested his mind.
Today is Wednesday, and the gathering of Mr. "Eye of Wisdom" is held as scheduled.
............
The sun had completely set. Klein stared at the blood moon that he had not seen for a long time and walked into the Brave Bar.
Is it my misunderstanding? This blood moon feels a little different than before. My spirituality seems to be more active?
However, this unfounded feeling only lasted in Klein's mind for less than a second. He walked straight into the steamy bar, and his attention was completely attracted by the pungent smell of alcohol in the air and the cheers of the drunkards.
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"Where is Caspars?"
After throwing a few coins at the bar in a familiar manner, Klein took his South Wales beer. The bartender, who had always shown a lack of interest, pointed to a wooden door behind him.
It's still the same place, the vacant billiard room.
After looking around and scanning a few more times, Klein shook his head in disappointment, and the "substitute" on his right hand returned to the dormant state again.
Miss Sharon and Maric's spiritual threads are not visible in the room from the "Spiritual Thread" perspective.
It seems that those two people will definitely not show up at the bar... Klein felt a little regretful for a moment.
Sharon and Maric were the only middle-ranking people he knew who could ask for help through employment.
I remember that they are all "alien species". Could it be that they recently received intelligence and discovered that people from the Rose School of Thought had appeared in Backlund, so they wanted to avoid the limelight?
After all, judging from the official description of the Rose School of Thought, Sharon and Maric don't look like followers of a lunatic sect, but more like ordinary extraordinary people who obtained the formula and properties of potions and ran away.
But I can still contact Maric through Caspers... After a short period of disappointment, Klein upheld the fine tradition of being diligent and thrifty, and drank a whole glass of South Wales beer before slowly walking towards bravery.
Or the narrow street behind the bar.
Following the pre-arranged code from the newspaper, he walked into the small house used for the party, still dressed in a black mask and robe, and sat in the corner of the living room.
There were more people here today than last time, but still not as many as when Klein first attended this party.
In the relatively empty living room, the old Mr. "Eye of Wisdom" was still sitting in his favorite easy chair, his hands with gorgeous ornaments folded together, and his fingers were constantly rubbing the huge gemstone on the middle finger ring.
The clock points to six o'clock.
"Okay, we can't wait any longer. It seems that there are still many friends who can't get away today." The "Eye of Wisdom" whose expression was hidden behind the mask chuckled and spread his hands forward symbolically.
"Come on, old man, if you hadn't suddenly changed the time last time, and this party was so close to the last one, who wouldn't want to come over?"
"I've always wanted to buy the follow-up formula of 'Medicine Master'. Do any of you have one?"
As he spoke, the fat "pharmacist" who had nothing nice to say suddenly changed the subject and stirred up the atmosphere of the party with a complaining tone.
Unfortunately, the brief incident was followed by a long silence. No one present responded to the "pharmacist"'s questions, but only cast inquiring glances.
"Okay, actually I'm used to it." Seeing such a "tragic situation", the fat "pharmacist" who was not present last time said to himself, and then took out a few bottles and cans from his pocket and turned to sales.
, "If there is no formula, you have to sell medicine, right?"
"What I brought this time are all good things."
As long as you don't become a mummy fan again... Klein secretly complained, and then raised his hand.
"What's there?"
"There are many, some can help you channel, some can help you recover from wounds, some can help you increase your spirituality in a short time, and there are also powerful tranquilizers. In short, they are all commonly used things." A businessman came to my door. "
"Pharmacist" rarely put away his unpleasant mouth and only focused on the characteristics of the medicine.
After listening to his introduction, the previously dead living room gradually became active, with several figures shrouded in robes eager to try and show their desire to buy.
Although the trade of extraordinary materials, extraordinary weapons and magic potion formulas in ordinary gatherings would make people intimidated for various reasons, this kind of potion, which is only worth about one pound, is a popular item that is basically a no-brainer.
No "pharmacist" would offend an extraordinary person for such a small amount of money.
Soon, before Klein could express his intention, a tall man who seemed to prefer melee combat took out ten-pound and one-pound banknotes, and directly emptied the "pharmacist's" nearly half of the money.
of inventory.
"Except for the tranquilizers, I want three of each of the ones you mentioned just now." Seeing that someone else wanted to propose a deal, Klein took the lead in throwing out the gold pounds, leaving the other party with the last three bottles of medicine that can speed up wound recovery.
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After several more members bought the remaining potions, the party, which was not very interesting due to the tense situation outside, finally became lively.
In a corner of the living room, a man in black, whose figure could not tell whether he was male or female, raised his hand to signal. His voice was slightly hoarse, but it was obvious that he was a woman.
"I brought several weapons this time..."
It turned out to be the spokesperson for "Artisan"... Klein, who was also sitting in the corner, suddenly nodded.
What this young lady brought this time was a short knife and a wrist guard with a bayonet, which were not the type that Klein needed.
Judging from the inscription on the "chain-blade cane", the "craftsman" behind this lady is most likely a mid-rank official with official status. In addition, the other party emphasized the "barbarian" formula again this time. The craftsman who has never
The "craftsmen" who showed up were not nobles or church members, or maybe even Loen people?
............
"A fool who does not belong to this era..."
Forsi, who suddenly felt inexplicable pressure, immediately recited the honorable name of "The Fool", completely ignoring that he was still eating with Xio. The cup that fell from his trembling hand shattered to the ground, and the milk in it smashed to the ground.
Her front was completely wet.
She saw the red moon outside the window, and the "apprentice's" intuition told her that if it were later, what would be waiting for her would be the same gibbering that almost killed her!
She finished reciting the standard three-part honorary name quickly, and the light of the blood moon gradually shone into the room.
Above the everlasting gray fog, the star that belongs to her expands like a breath. The illusory voice and picture follow the invisible connection and are connected to the symbols on the high-back chair of "The Fool", and will soon be connected to the people attending the party.
Klein.
"Good evening, Miss Magician."
There was a crimson burst, and the spirit body was surrounded by Forsi in confusion as he was pulled up to Origin Castle. Then he jumped up from his seat as if he was startled, and bowed deeply in the direction of the top.
"Good evening, Mr. Fool, you saved my life again."
Behind the mottled long table, "Mystery" with a thick gray mist around him nodded slightly, without any intention of communicating with it.
Seeing that her greetings had not been responded to, Forsi, whose legs were a little sore from standing, sat down tentatively. It was only because of her spiritual intuition that was constantly stirred by the majestic spirit of the "mystery" that she did not sit paralyzed like before.
on a high back chair.
I always feel that Mr. Fool will become more indifferent and more powerful when he is not in Tarot Club. Compared with his usual self, he is like two extremes...
On the right side of the long table, I saw that "The Fool" didn't do anything to him. He just let himself sit on the gray mist. It seemed that he wanted to sit there until the influence of the blood moon was over. When Forsi returned, he couldn't help but observe this usual man.
A god who doesn't dare to peek.
After all, this god has always been moving, unlike now, he is a living sculpture. From the beginning, I only dared to use my peripheral vision, but now I occasionally look openly at it, but there is no reaction.
Just when her associations were getting richer and richer, and a new novel outline was about to be conceived, she finally came out of Tianzun's influence and regained some clarity. The "mystery" and her curious eyes met each other in the air.
Seeing the faintly smiling expression on this lady's lips getting stiffer, "Secret" suddenly became interested, and a smile appeared on her face with obvious elf features.