"My body is pretty good and I don't need that thing."
Rawls raised his chin and pointed at the man's waist, quite disdainfully.
"Haha." The man put his hands on his hips and pouted, "It seems that the girl who entertains you is not very skilled. If you meet an experienced one, a young man like you will definitely be carried out."
"It seems you have such experience."
This kind of topic among men also happens at Loen noble dinners, but at that time the ladies have to be asked to leave first, and it is not so explicit. People who are often engaged in such topics will also have better friendships.
Deeper.
The man opposite was no exception. He chuckled and said:
"Little guy, you have a tough mouth!"
His nose twitched a few times, his expression was a little strange, and he glanced sideways at Rawls:
"Humph, it turns out you are just talking. What's wrong? Don't you dare to go in? Do you want me to take you in? You can get a discount on my Sharf!"
"Your nose is very sharp, much better than your waist." Although the man saw that he had not had in-depth communication with those girls, Rawls would not show mercy, "As for telling your name...
"
Sharf Rawls raised his eyebrows and looked at the man opposite who called himself Sharf. His facial features were indeed Intis, his complexion was dark, his cheeks were slightly flushed due to drunkenness, and there were lip marks on his neck.
, wearing an Intis shirt, with a black thread around his neck, and something hanging inside the shirt... But will the "artisan" and the things he builds also converge?
The man who called himself Sharf took a few steps closer, and the smell of wine and powdered powder impacted Rawls's sense of smell:
"What's your name?"
"Jeffrey, just call me Jeffrey."
Now that he has bumped into Sharf, Rawls will naturally not let go of this opportunity. Apart from his identity as a descendant of Russell, a "craftsman" is someone that any force hopes to win over. Of course, the Church of Steam and Mechanics may not value him that much.
He is a wild "craftsman", but he will definitely value Russell's descendants.
A gust of cool breeze came over, Sharf burped, looked at Rawls with somewhat blurred eyes, patted him on the shoulder and said:
"Jeffrey, right? Those girls at the Red Theater really like young people like you..." His Adam's apple moved up and down, his mouth was tightly closed, and his cheeks bulged.
Rawls' pupils suddenly shrank, and he rushed forward two steps. The sound of "vomit...vomit..." came from behind him. He turned around and saw that Sharf had been vomiting wildly, and the solid-liquid mixture came out of his mouth.
A steady stream of water came out of the mouth.
Waves of stench emanated from the puddle of vomit and blew towards Rawls along with the cool breeze, causing him to cover his nose and take a few steps back.
After forty or fifty seconds, Sharf stopped vomiting, his legs went soft and he sat down, his body fell to the sky, and his head hit the ground.
Rawls frowned and walked over. Under the crimson moonlight, there was still vomit on the corners of Sharf's mouth, and a lot of it was stuck on his body. He turned his head and kicked a gravel on the side with his foot, hitting it on the ground.
He smacked his lips on Sharf's face, but nothing happened again.
After calling him twice, Rawls saw that he had no response, shook his head and walked towards the other end of the alley. The puddle of vomit was really disgusting.
…
Sharf, who was lying on the ground, moved his ears, raised his eyelids slightly, and slowly turned his head. He scanned the surrounding area with the help of the crimson moonlight. After making sure that there was no one around, he reached out to cover his head and shook his head.
He got up, turned around twice in a daze, and pulled out the black thread from his neck with his right hand.
There was a finger-sized purple bead hanging on the black thread. Sharf held it in front of his eyes. The bright purple light emitted by the bead made his tanned face also dyed with purple light. His expression was serious and his drunkenness completely disappeared.
On his face, his eyes "peeped" through the bead around him, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he found that no one was indeed nearby.
He hid the bead back in his shirt, looked down at the vomit on the ground and some of the stains on his body, his throat squirmed again, he quickly looked straight ahead, and walked forward across the puddle of vomit, his body no longer moving.
Shaking, the pace is extremely vigorous.
A few minutes later, Rawls appeared in the alley again. He looked at the deserted alley and shook his head. He didn't even know where he went wrong... However, his eyes went beyond the walls and houses, wanting to
It's not that easy to escape the pursuit of a "briber".
What's more, Alicia has already arrived!
…
Sharf, who had already taken a shower and changed his clothes, was sitting in front of the small bar in the living room. There was a bottle of Sunya blood wine that had just been opened in front of him. The experience just now scared him into a cold sweat and he was in urgent need of wine.
to eliminate the fear just now.
He held the wine glass and looked at the golden-red color inside, which was slightly viscous as it swayed. He drank it all in one gulp and let out a relaxing groan. When most of the Sunia blood wine in the bottle was consumed, he felt drunkenly.
Frightened, Sharf lay down in front of the small bar and took a nap.
Sunia blood wine is brewed from the sweet wood juice produced in the area around the golden spring. It is like thin honey mixed with blood. It tastes sweet but is very easy to get drunk.
…
Resting his forehead on his arm, Sharf, who was half asleep, rubbed his arm, and a little noise came into his ears. Is it the sound of pouring water? No, it's the sound of pouring wine, and it's Sunia blood wine. The only one like this
This sound can only be made when a slightly viscous drink is poured.
Where am I? The pub? Am I not home? Home?
Sharf suddenly woke up, and the scene in front of him was a little blurry. A man wearing a straw hat and a taraba shirt was standing in front of the wine rack, holding a bottle of freshly opened Sunia wine and pouring it into a tall wine glass.
It turns out I'm in a tavern!
Sharf breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the bartender who looked very different in a straw hat and taraba shirt, he subconsciously wanted to ridicule his taste, but before he could speak, he realized that the bartender's face looked very familiar.
"Jeffrey!"
Sharf's eyes widened, he pressed his hands on the small bar, jumped back extremely quickly, and touched his neck with his right hand.
As a Sequence 6 "craftsman", Sharf is very aware of his abilities. Not only does he lack the actual combat-type extraordinary ability of his own, he doesn't even have much combat experience. He just took a shower, except for the "scholar" on his neck.
Apart from the "Orb", he didn't have any extraordinary items on him.
Facing a strange Extraordinary who doesn't know his friend or foe, he believes that he has absolutely no ability to resist. Even if the "Scholar's Orb" enhances his fighting ability, he will not be much stronger without much training.
Go, one bullet can kill him.
Rawls held half a glass of Sonia's blood wine, and the slight sweetness floated into his nose. He took a deep breath and said:
"Hello Sharf, would you like a drink?"
"How did you find it here?"
Sharf held the "Scholar's Orb" in his hand that temporarily gave him a sense of security. He drew back his right leg as if he was ready to run away at any time. He was sure that no one was following him when he came back, and he also arranged
A lot of ritual protective magic, otherwise I wouldn't be so relaxed.
"Does this make sense now?" Rawls took a sip of the sweet wine and exclaimed, "I have no ill intentions towards you, otherwise you wouldn't have a chance to wake up. Sit down and let's have a good chat."
Sharf lowered his brows. After thinking for a while, he let go of the purple-colored "Scholar's Orb" and let it hang naturally on his chest. He walked to the small bar in two steps and held the bottle of wine he had just left.
Half a bottle of Sonia blood wine, and I poured myself a glass.
A "craftsman" is worth recruiting for any force, even the enemy.
Rawls put down his glass and asked with a smile:
"I really want to know how you found out that something was wrong with me."
"Then you should answer my question first." Sharf had a bit of a broken-glass mentality. He took a sip of wine and slammed the glass on the bar.
"This is my ability."
Sharf carefully looked at the man opposite him. The straw hat he was wearing cast a shadow on his face. He seemed to be wearing some disguise, but he could tell that he was a Loen man.
"Are you a 'sheriff'? No..." He shook his head, "'sheriffs' don't have this ability, unless they are 'punishment knights', but you haven't reached that level."
Rawls raised his eyebrows and asked curiously:
"Can you determine the level to which an extraordinary person belongs? This can only be done by the 'Law Master'."
"Of course!" Sharf rubbed his nose, "It's just a little weaker than the 'Law Mage'. The 'Appraiser' can not only identify extraordinary items, but also Extraordinary people. In my opinion, there is nothing too great between the two.
Big difference.”
Extraordinaries, those extraordinary creatures that can provide extraordinary materials, and extraordinary items themselves are no different. They are nothing more than the level of wisdom. Some powerful sealed objects will definitely not be worse than the wisdom of extraordinary people, such as the genie...
In the eyes of "craftsmen", these are all materials.
"But just because I am an Extraordinary, I am asking you as a 'craftsman' to pretend to be drunk. I'm afraid it doesn't make sense, right? There are many Extraordinaries in Bayam, including those in the Red Theater."
"You know my name. Although I will take over the task of creating extraordinary items, I will not take it under Sharf's name. How do you know me?"
I not only know your name, but also your surname and your origin... Rawls pressed down his straw hat and said:
"You have very good eyesight. I am wearing a straw hat and there are no lights in that alley, only moonlight. You can clearly see the expression on my face for a moment."
"Hmph, don't underestimate a 'craftsman''s eyes." Sharf stretched out two fingers and pointed at his own eyes, "Unless you completely cover your face, your disguise cannot escape my eyes.
of."
You look like Emperor Russell, but the emperor will definitely not like a descendant with the same personality as him... Rawls squinted his eyes, leaned forward, and looked at Sharf as if he was sizing up prey:
"I never worry about that because dead people don't talk."
Sharf's hand holding the wine glass trembled, and the liquid like thin honey spilled on the table. He now regretted why he ran away from the Church of Steam and was so "protected"!
He raised his eyes to look at the oppressive man opposite him, frowned his eyebrows, then grinned and said:
"You won't kill me. The most you can do is 'imprison' me and help you make extraordinary items."
"It seems that you are not only experienced in the Red Theater." Rawls stood up straight, raised his right index finger and shook it slightly, "But I will not 'imprison' you. I have no interest in 'imprisoning' a man.
.”
"To be honest, if you hadn't pretended to be drunk, I wouldn't have found your home directly."
Sharf curled his lips, he would not believe such words.
"You don't believe it? There's nothing you can do about it." Rawls shrugged his shoulders. He really thought so at first, "Now, I have something to ask you."
Sharf put down his wine glass. He knew that the next question might be related to his life and he had to deal with it carefully.
"You are an 'artisan' and you should know about the nearby black market transactions and extraordinary gatherings. Tell me in detail."
"No problem." Sharf said without hesitation. These people had nothing to do with him, and some of them had even made plans for him. Selling them would not put any psychological pressure on him.
"It's just that I know a lot, so it's best to write it down on paper."
Rawls glanced at him, reached into his trouser pocket and took out a dusty money bag, untied the drawstring, put his hand in and took out a piece of paper and an absorbent pen.
"This is……"
Sharf jumped down from his chair, pointed at the humble purse in Rawls' hand, and asked excitedly:
"This...this is the space pocket. Where did you get it from? Is there any extra? How big is it inside?"
Space pockets are really useful for "craftsmen" like Sharf. "Craftsmen" often have a large amount of materials in their hands, and most of these materials are extraordinary materials, and there are even certain conflicts between them.
In addition to materials, they also have extraordinary items in their hands that they have made by themselves. The negative effects of these extraordinary items have a very low impact on them, the makers, but the abilities of these items will also affect each other, making the "craftsmen"
I can only reluctantly choose the extraordinary items that are best suited to be paired together.
And these can be easily solved as long as you have a space pocket.
Rawls ignored these questions and slammed the pen and paper on the bar:
"You have to remember that you are in my hands now, don't force me to change my mind."
Sharf swallowed, retracted his longing eyes, lowered his head and recalled while writing. For extraordinary people on the "General Knowledge" path, photographic memory is the most basic ability.
Rawls didn't pay too much attention to what he wrote. He had the information summarized by Alger. There should be a lot of overlap between what Sharf provided and what he had in hand. He actually wanted Sharf.
The husband found out from these people and the gathering of extraordinary people who had a certain relationship with Fusac.
He turned around and looked at the wine rack in front of him. Sharf was obviously a person who liked fine wine. There were various fine wines on it, including Olmir wine, mist champagne...