I am a Taoist priest in the extraordinary world

Chapter 91 The Night Visit
It can be said that with this even half of the incantation, Vincent Magician of the St. Will Magic Association tour group has already been on the arrest list of the Special Bureau.

The reason is very simple, he violated the secrecy regulations about Extraordinary, and privately imparted dangerous knowledge of mysticism to ordinary people.

Not to mention, he is now highly suspected of being a hidden person of the Truth Sect.

These guys are all-pervasive, but Dante couldn't help thinking this way in his heart.

Fortunately, Henry, an old sailor, was very astute. After discovering that something was wrong with his grandson, he immediately realized that it was a problem with the tour group.

He happened to see the "advertisement" of the White Rose Detective Agency in the newspaper, so everything was still in time.

After chatting with Little John for a while, Dante gradually felt relieved until he repeatedly confirmed that the other party was still in the stage of superficial contact.

The dinner in Henry's family is very simple and hearty.

The simplicity is due to the lack of ingredients, and the richness is due to the owner's careful cooking.

Dante was very full, so he specially drank an extra bowl of oyster soup. The oysters were very fresh, and they looked like they were newly bought today.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was very good. Ivy and Henry's daughter-in-law had a lively chat, and they kept discussing the topic of the color of the clothes.

Dante looked at the time, patted his stomach again, and said goodbye with a smile.

He has a lot to ask.

George's eyes widened suddenly, he sat up straight, combed his hair quickly, and said seriously: "Lead the way, I'll go and see if this guy is real or not."

"Remember, you must bring it here."

Whoa!Whoa!
He didn't wait for him to ask aloud, let alone wait for him to get up and open the door.

Dante patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Besides, this time it's your colleague, a guy who is called a real magician."

"Sir, my grandson"

Vincent sighed, stretched out his hand to touch his face, and began to recall what happened recently, so as to divert the crazily surging physiological needs every night.

"A thief who doesn't open his eyes?"

"Because night is the best soil for evil to breed."

Compared with desire, life is often more precious.

"I always feel that the original promotion ceremony was deliberately modified. How could a magician be so strong? I'm not an alcoholic."

It's not that he didn't think about using his extraordinary ability to vent wantonly, but the benefactor once reminded very seriously: Nolan City is being watched by the butcher of the Special Bureau of Investigation, and once there is a mistake or exposure, no matter who it is will make him feel better.

An old-fashioned apartment on the second floor at No. 17 Polia Middle Street, Nolan City Dock District.

"We are going to solve a hidden crime! Please cheer up!"

"I suggest that you stop calling it the White Rose Detective Agency. It would be more appropriate to change the name to the Owl or Night Owl Agency."

Henry stood up and said, "I'll see you off, sir."

Henry nodded hurriedly, thought for a moment and said, "I will think of a reason, is there anything else that needs attention?"

If it wasn't because of poverty, why would I choose this special career path?

"Is there such a thing?!"

"Don't worry, he's fine at the moment."

"It's so late, who could it be?"

"Can't you move the time to solve the case during the day? Every time it's night"

Vincent immediately sat up, put his right hand under the pillow, took out a revolver, and held his breath.

Vincent knew exactly what that ceremony meant, but he didn't care about it, let alone how many ordinary people might die for it.

The door lock actually made a few light clicks!

Just after turning the first corner, Henry couldn't help asking, his voice a little anxious.

What's more, the reward for this sum is actually three hundred pounds!
Enough for Vincent to live a chic life for a long time!
You can find two no, three girls at once!
Boom boom boom!
At this moment, the door was knocked suddenly.

George yawned big and was dragged sleepily into the car.

As long as I persist for a while, and wait for the first ceremony to take effect, I can receive all the rewards, and then take the money and run away, all in one go.

Vincent actually didn't know the true identity of the benefactor, but for an Extraordinary like him who has been hiding in the underground trading market all year round and has not received any official recognition, as long as he gives money, he can do things, and nothing else matters .

His tone was serious, with a certain undeniable flavor.

Vincent was stunned for a moment, and then a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He landed on the ground with his bare feet, and aimed his gun directly at the door.

Even if the Special Investigation Bureau or the church came to the door in the future, I could use my ignorance as an excuse. At worst, I would be locked up for a year or so because of leaking secrets, but I would definitely not be guilty of death.

If it wasn't because of poverty, how could I only get a broken "Magician" promotion formation from the underground market?
It makes me feel like a prostitute every night now.

Henry had never seen such a serious look before, half worried and half nervous, he kept nodding and agreed.

He originally wanted to contact another call girl to come tonight, but considering that the benefactor hadn't settled the payment yet, he forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his body and chose to take a shower to relieve his uncontrollable desire.

Thanking the whole family again, and waving to Little John, the three of them left the place along the same road.

Dante tightened the neckline of the windbreaker, suddenly put on a serious face, and said seriously: "But that tour group does have a big problem. From tomorrow onwards, don't let John go to class there for the time being."

What's more, I only need to spread the content recorded in that note according to the request of the benefactor, without anyone noticing.

"notebook."

"It's been a long time. Thank you very much for the hospitality. This is the most delicious dinner I've ever had in Puerto Polia."

Vincent washed his body, pulled on his slippers, and walked into the bedroom with a cigarette in his mouth.

Especially that innocent little boy who actually has a dream of becoming an excellent magician
"The innocence of the poor, it's a pity that pennies don't fall from the sky, only traps."

Sitting next to him was the radiant Ivy.

While Dante was paying attention to Little John's situation, he got more information about Vincent from Henry's son.

Vincent leaned his hands behind his head, a sarcastic sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Dante warned: "Tonight, we will go to the tour group to conduct investigations. At about eleven o'clock at night, you will bring that notebook over to where we parked."

About 30 years old, not tall, with a beard, often wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, currently living in an apartment near Middle Street, which is the best location in the entire dock area.

In the chaos of the Docklands, dead people were nothing.

Then, under his full attention, the doorknob was slowly turned.
Vincent also clenched the trigger,
suddenly,

He felt someone tap his shoulder lightly.

A warm and deep voice sounded from behind:
"Sorry, I'm already in."

(End of this chapter)