Wearing a three-piece suit, a half-high silk top hat, and a mustache, Rawls was sitting in a small cubicle by the window. In front of him was a thickened notebook open, and next to it was
A pen and a half-sip of coffee.
This cup of coffee is obviously of poor quality. It doesn't show up when it's hot. The bitter and sour taste comes out immediately after it cools down. Even after adding sugar and milk, it can't cover it up. After all, this is a place with many homeless people and poverty.
And in the backward Qiao District, it is already good to find a cafe.
He is now a writer, and he came to the Bridge District to collect information for his next book. Otherwise, dressed like Rawls and holding a cane, he would not be suitable to appear in the Bridge District or on Dirham Street.
, especially a few dozen meters away from this cafe is the headquarters of the Black Skull Party, No. 79 Dirham Street.
Rawls had the intention of pretending to be a homeless man and wandering around here, but he gave up. The homeless people here are organized to a certain extent. Although it has not yet reached the level of forming a gang, if you want to come here to beg, you must first
By the pier.
After Rawls became a "barbarian", especially after most of the potion had been digested, his body became stronger and stronger. He would definitely not be able to hide it from the homeless people. There might be spies of the Black Skull Party among them. Moreover,
He also needs to use the spiritual vision of the "Stand of Justice" to monitor the movements of the Black Skull Party. He has no choice but to pretend to be a writer who collects news and comes to this cheap cafe every day.
Unfortunately, it has been four days, and there is still no movement from the Black Skull Party. The strange spiritual creature that Rawls saw with the help of his spiritual vision last time has not appeared either. He has some doubts whether it is the one from the Black Skull Party.
A necromancer discovered that the Zmang party had dispersed and its goal had been achieved, so he left here, or the spirit world creature left here when Rawls ended his spiritual vision.
After all, Rawls needs the help of the "Stand of Fairness" to use his spiritual vision, and the maximum time cannot exceed half an hour. He even has to stop every fifteen minutes because of the frequency of use. Even so, it can last up to three days a day.
Three hours of spiritual vision and three hours of "machine" state almost drained his spirituality.
Rawls didn't even have time to go find Hugh and Williams. He would go home after monitoring the Black Skull and Bones every day, fall asleep, and recover his spirituality through sleep. He suspected that if it weren't for the "fog of uncertainty" that caused his
His spirituality has grown tremendously, and he has already experienced auditory hallucinations and signs of losing control due to excessive spiritual consumption.
In the original work, the veteran Alger taught Little Sun Derrick this method, and Derrick successfully avoided exploring the "Fallen Creator" temple with "Shepherd" Lovia, but at the bottom of the round tower
I bumped into Amon.
Sighing, Rawls didn't think about the taboo name again. He couldn't afford to offend it, so he couldn't afford to hide it. When the goddess didn't get the uniqueness of the God of Death, Amon didn't dare to come to Backlund.
Holding the "Wand of Justice" next to him, he skillfully instilled spirituality. Three seconds later, Rawls spit out an ancient Hermes word:
"Sight!"
The non-spiritual material blocking Rawls's sight disappeared in an instant, and the colors of the auras of the people nearby quickly emerged. He turned his attention to No. 79 Dirham Street, which is the place with the most human auras in the entire street, and they are layered on top of each other.
The color of their aura shows that these people are not generally healthy, which is why Rawls is still squatting here.
…
In Queens, in the luxurious villa of Viscount Gray Lint, a literary salon is being held.
This salon brought together almost all the famous writers, critics and musicians in Backlund. They rarely attended gatherings held by the heirs of young nobles, but Gray Linte was different. Although he was only twenty years old, he had already inherited
He has a noble title, and among nobles at the level of Viscount, the financial situation is not bad.
More importantly, they got some news that this salon was attended by Earl Hall's only daughter. Earl Hall almost stood at the top of the entire aristocracy, and his favorite daughter would appear in this salon. Naturally, these people
Want to come and participate.
In the living room, Forsi, who was wearing a beige dress with a ruffled stand-up collar, was holding a glass of champagne. Her brown hair was slightly curled, and her light blue eyes were looking at the writers in the banquet hall.
, showing a little helplessness.
Last Friday, Xio told her that she had reported the appearance of the Gnosis witches in the North District to the Church of the Goddess of the Night, and she saw the Nighthawks team starting to search the villa where the witches were found.
Forsi, who knew she could go out, didn't really want to go out. She could still lie at home for a few days. However, her editor sent an invitation letter to a literary salon and urged her to make progress on her new book.
Si dealt with it casually.
Originally, Forsi didn't want to participate, but after knowing about Xio, as a friend, she always wanted to help, and the editor said that the daughter of Earl Hall would also participate in this salon. She knew Earl Hall's status.
Forsi accepted the invitation and planned to use her advantage as a female writer to get close to the count's daughter to see if she could investigate Xio's father's affairs.
But after arriving at the party, I discovered that although Miss Audrey Hall, the daughter of the earl, was here, she only showed her face once and then entered the study to chat with Viscount Graylingt. The person in the living room now is one of her friends.
A big golden retriever dog.
Well, it seems that its bloodline is not that good, but as Audrey's pet, its life may be better than mine.
A young male writer came over, and Forsi politely had a drink with him, and then refused skillfully. Seeing that Audrey hadn't appeared yet, Forsi became a little impatient, and walked aside and said something to the maid.
He refused her request to accompany him, left the living room, and went to the bathroom in the corridor.
As soon as she walked into the corridor, Forsi turned her head in confusion and found a large golden retriever dog following behind her.
After whispering a few times to drive her away, Forsi turned around helplessly and walked towards the bathroom, with the golden retriever dog following behind her.
At the door of the bathroom, looking at the big golden retriever dog still behind him, Forsi looked around and found that there was no one around. He pulled out a wicked smile and reached out to hold the closed bathroom door. His body seemed to turn into a phantom, penetrating through the door.
The door.
Behind the door, Forsi heard a few barks and snorted, "I can't control a dog!"
…
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Audrey, who had returned to her villa, was sitting in her room. Ever since she became a Beyonder, she had lost interest in literature, let alone discussing half-truths and half-false occultism with Gray Lint.
Knowledge. But Susie said that she wanted to observe it and digest the potion as soon as possible, so she agreed.
Yes, Susie can talk, and I was caught by her last Friday. After being shocked, I taught her how to act, so Susie wanted to observe others digesting the potion, and she seemed to be more enthusiastic about it than she was.