The window in the lobby on the first floor opened, and a figure quietly rolled in. This was a man wearing a black cloak. He looked about thirty years old, with burnt yellow eyebrows and dark blue but bright eyes. The outline was not too deep, as if he was Intis. People from the south, Lemberg, and Sehgal.
He looked at the furnishings in the room and nodded with satisfaction, especially when he thought that apart from here, numbers 12 to 16 were all his properties, the curvature of the corners of his mouth became wider and wider, even exposing his gums.
The man put his right hand into a fist in front of his mouth, coughed softly, and was about to say something when he lowered his head and glanced at the black cloak he was wearing, frowned slightly, and threw the cloak on a chair nearby.
"Ahem, old man, mother... Well, father, mother, your son, I, Daniz, have become an outstanding adventurer. I own five properties on Xiangshu Avenue in Bayam, the 'City of Kang'. It was Mr. Randall from the town who also spent so much money..."
Daniz closed his mouth, scratched his hair irritably, slapped his mouth lightly, let out a long sigh, picked up the cloak on the chair, and was about to leave. But just as he walked to the window, he saw something from the corner of his eye. Skipping the dining table, he suddenly stopped as if he had discovered something.
Looking at the teapot and teacups on the table that seemed to have been touched, his heart suddenly lifted, and he ran towards the basement without caring about whether anyone would find out.
After a while, Daniz reappeared in the restaurant with a suspicious look on his face, sitting up and looking at the teapot and teacups on the table. There were no signs of being touched on the walls of the basement, and there seemed to be no sign that anyone had been in the rest of the place. But the "hunter's" intuition told him that someone seemed to have sneaked into this house.
He scratched his hair again, shook his head, put on his cloak again and climbed out of the window.
…
"Dongdongdong"
There were three knocks on the door, and there was rustling movement inside. Footsteps came from far to near. The door was opened a crack, revealing Scharf, who was lean and his skin seemed to be a few shades darker. He was brown. As soon as his eyes clearly saw the visitor outside the door, he subconsciously pressed his shoulder against the door, trying to close it.
"Bang"
After being promoted to "Corrupted Baron", Rawls' strength increased to a higher level again. With a slight knock on his knee, he knocked the door open, and Sharf, who was pressing his shoulder against the door, took a few steps back and almost fell to the ground.
Jamil behind him chuckled, looked at the reluctant Scharf, said hello, and followed Rawls in.
Sharf sighed helplessly, closed the door, and looked at Rolls who skillfully entered the wine cabinet area and took out the champagne brown wine glass:
"This is not a tavern. Don't go straight to the wine cabinet when you come here. The wine in there is very expensive."
Rawls uncorked the bottle and poured the champagne into the glass while saying:
"That's just right. I have a task to entrust to you. You can include it in the reward."
"I don't want to take on the mission now, I just want to take a good rest for a while." Sharf's eyes were a little swollen, he yawned and rubbed his eyes randomly, "I'll give you that bottle of wine."
This is not an excuse for him. After the last bad meeting with Rawls, he was really worried for a few days. After finding out that there was no follow-up, he took on a task, which just ended yesterday.
Jamil looked at the wine cabinet full of all kinds of fine wines and swallowed. After being glared at by Rawls, he reluctantly withdrew his gaze and sat aside to listen quietly to the conversation between the two.
"Also, who is this little guy? Your son? Then you are very powerful!" Sharf gave Rawls a wanton smile, and then frowned, "But he doesn't look like you? Are you sure? You don’t have any friends from Lunberg and Maxi..."
Sharf's casual teasing was interrupted by Jamil. He looked at this "craftsman" up and down, imitating the tone of those scumbags in the church:
"You are from Intis, no, Trier to be precise..."
Seeing Sharf who looked shocked, Jamil showed a confident smile and pointed at Rawls, "He said you are an 'artisan', from Trier, and also an 'artisan'. Are you a member of the Church of Steam?" ?Why are you here? There doesn’t seem to be a Steam Church church nearby..."
Sharf's brown eyes were like the surface of a calm lake, reflecting the figure of Jamil talking:
"Are you a 'reader'?" Although the tone was questioning, the tone was extremely affirmative.
"You learned to speak like this at such a young age. Are you from Lundberg or Marsi? Do you know that Bayam has 'Sea King' Yann Cotman sitting in charge? There are few born extraordinary people even in the Church of Knowledge. Storm The church must be very interested in you..."
Rawls held the wine glass and did not interrupt the verbal exchange between the two. He watched with interest the bubbles rising in the wine. But this relaxing moment did not last long. Jamil walked up to him and knocked on the button. Knocked on the bar.
"You told him that I was born an extraordinary person... No, I told you just the day before yesterday, and we have been together since then..."
"He can 'identify' extraordinary people, and based on your age and your obvious background in the Church of Knowledge, it is easy to guess that you are a born extraordinary person." Rawls took a sip of champagne and explained casually.
"'Appraisal' of Extraordinary people? Him?" Jamil turned his head and glanced at Sharf, then looked at Rawls, "Isn't he a 'craftsman'? How can it be possible to identify Extraordinary people?"
Rawls was stunned, put down his glass and looked at Sharf. He only had a rough understanding of the path of the 'Senior One', and these were all what Sharf told him. But before Sharf could answer, he heard Jamil sounded a little excited.
"I know! You are..."
He only spoke half of his words when Sharf suddenly rushed over and covered his mouth, "Uh huh"... Sharf covered his mouth with one hand and restrained his body with the other, squeezing his face. Make a smile:
"I've accepted your mission and I'll give you a preferential price."
Even though Jamil has not finished speaking, Rawls can guess what he is going to say. It seems that the Church of Knowledge has a certain degree of concern and understanding of the descendants of the emperor. Yes, Russell once mentioned Lundborg and Ma Xi. , Sehgal and other small countries were included in the protection, it must have been some agreement reached with the Church of Knowledge... He smiled and looked at Sharf trying to restrain Jamil who was moving in his arms, and raised the wine glass to signal to him.
"The wine is free for you, and you can come to my place to drink at any time."
Rawls stretched out his hand to signal him to deal with Jamil himself. The smile on Sharf's face did not change, and he dragged Jamil to the other side. He didn't know whether he used a spell or an extraordinary item, but no sound was heard.
After a while, Jamil straightened his clothes, glared at Rawls, and sat in front of the bar. Sharf followed behind, with an awkward smile on his face.
"I'm not interested in your secrets."
Rawls took out the space money bag from his pocket, put on a pair of black gloves, took out a pair of dentures and placed them on the bar.
A dozen of the 30 teeth are crystal clear, as if they were made by the most dexterous and purest crystal; while the remaining 20 or so teeth seem to have eaten too much sugar and been eaten by moths, and are pitch black and have various shapes. Weird. In addition, the gums of this set of dentures are also a strange, miserable green color, which is the color found on corpses that have long decayed.
Jamil, who was sitting in front of the bar, was startled and almost fell off his chair. Sharf's eyes lit up and he came to the bar and looked at the set of dentures.
Rawls kept moving, took out a ruby ring from the space purse and placed it on the bar, and then took off the collar button of his shirt:
"I need you to help me identify these three extraordinary items."
The set of dentures came from the Spiritual Order, and the ruby ring and collar button came from the Aurora Society. However, the negative effects of the former were too great. Even if Alicia made him a "Corrupted Baron" before trying to use them, the latter two had almost no effect. Used.
Without even raising his head, Sharf pushed Jamil out of the chair:
"No problem. I originally thought you wanted to make extraordinary items? It's just an appraisal. I'm still very interested."
Rawls's heart moved, and he took out another dark one from his wallet, which was somewhat transparent and crystal-like, with extraordinary properties that kept shining with a cold luster:
"This is an extraordinary attribute from the 'Psychic Master'."
Jamil was a little stunned. There were three extraordinary items plus a Sequence 6 characteristic, as well as a space money bag. In his impression, even the archbishop who had not reached the demigod level in the church might not be able to get it.
After glancing at that characteristic, Sharf nodded with interest:
"I know, I will help you make it."
After he finished speaking, he continued to observe the set of dentures and the ruby ring. Even though he is a "craftsman", he can rely on intuition to grasp the capabilities and problems of most extraordinary items, and can use them to avoid danger as much as possible. But the specialness of extraordinary items nature, so every "craftsman" needs to be particularly careful when appraising.
Just as he was observing carefully, a hand stretched out in front of him and knocked on the bar counter, "This boy will stay with you for now. Please help me keep an eye on him for a few days."
"Do you think I'm a nanny?"
"No, he has his own 'nanny'." Rawls shook his head slightly and pointed at the slightly excited Jamil, "You'd better not bully him, otherwise you may be visited by his parents."
Sharf remembered the deal he had just made with Jamil, waved his hand casually, and had no choice but to agree.
"Don't worry, in addition to the reward you deserve, I can also lend you the space money bag for research."
"That's what you said!"
…
Xiangshu Avenue.
Rawls, who had just entered this street, looked at Luo Yinjin, who seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time, and crossed his arms across his chest:
"Fate really cares about you! I just returned to Bayam and you can find me."
Luo Yin Jin was wearing a black formal suit, holding a black cane, and wearing glasses on the bridge of his nose. He exuded an elegant and easy-going temperament. However, his expression like a magic stick completely destroyed this temperament.
"I'm just looking for the place on this island where I have the best luck, where the things I hope for will come true."
Seeing that no one was nearby, Rawls lowered his voice:
"All things? Then why don't you just wish to become a god?"
"Being too greedy will lead to the ridicule and punishment of fate."
The two of them bickered for a while, but Rawls didn't want to continue and pushed up the disguise glasses on his nose:
"You need to take away the Dream Catcher now?"
Luo Yin Jin was a little unfinished, but when he heard Rawls mentioning the business, he said no more. After nodding, he saw him take out a piece of black cloth wrapped in black cloth from a dusty money bag.
items.
The inspiration of the "Monster" path is much higher than that of other paths. After knowing that this is what he needs, Luo Yin Jin reached out and took it:
"After I use it, I will have it sent to Oravi."
Rawls was stunned for a moment, said he understood, then turned and left, preparing to go to No. 13 Xiangshu Avenue. But before he had gone far, Luo Yin Jin called him to stop.
"I advise you to find a hotel to stay. You are not very lucky now."
Looking back at him, Rawls turned to look at No. 13 on this street. Daniz is back?
…
Backlund, Bridge South District, Rose Flower Street.
"Mr. Detective, you don't need to act.
"Or should I call you the new owner of the master key?
"Hey, for noble vampires, everyone has a different taste and will have different blood characteristics. Even if I was locked up in the basement, I could smell it and remember your scent."
Although he was recognized, Klein only panicked for a while, and quickly calmed down. He looked at the somewhat proud Emlyn White, exchanged words with him for a few words, and after learning that he was pretending to surrender, he rubbed his hands.
The top of his cane said very leisurely:
"The priest has a powerful sealed item in his hand called the 'Inner Demon Candle', which allows the holder to enter the deepest part of the target's mind, where no one can lie.
"Moreover, this is just one of its functions. I don't know if it has other abilities."
Emlyn gradually froze, his eyes slowly losing focus.
After more than ten seconds, he turned pale and whispered:
"When I said I was willing to convert, the old man came in with a lantern. There was a candle in the lantern. I didn't look carefully at what the candle looked like..."
But he didn't know what he thought of again, and suddenly smiled proudly:
"Hmph, I have something about that old man. He gave an extraordinary item to a 'pharmacist' and also mentioned a person's name. I have heard that person's name. He is a member of the School of Life. As the Mother Goddess
Believers actually make friends with members of secret organizations..."
"...I want to interrupt you for a moment." Seeing Emlyn's triumphant look, Klein felt that he should not spend too much time with him. IQ would indeed decrease if he stayed with some people for a long time.
"Are you sure that the Earth Church would rather believe you, a vampire, than its own bishop? And where can you go to report to the clergy of the Earth Church? This is Loen!"
"It's a noble vampire!" After weakly emphasizing again, Emlyn's face became even paler.