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Chapter 73 The Club's Invitation

Although Watson was surprised, he didn't look back hastily. He first took a few steps quickly to distance himself, and then he turned around abruptly, and saw the strange person chasing after him silently, keeping close to him all the time. A distance of four feet, not too far, not too close.

This is just in line with the comfortable distance in interpersonal communication. If it is too close, it will appear abrupt, and if it is too far, it will appear alienated.

Just such a small detail has already made Watson understand the gap between himself and the opponent. He can approach behind him silently and keep a fixed distance at all times. Naturally, he can easily cut off his head !
The soul-body mimetic muscles tense with the rising alertness, the feet are separated one after the other, the shoulders are slightly heavy, the knees are slightly bent, and the elbows are pressed against the ribs. Watson is ready to fight.

The moth phase in the skull is ready to go, the blade phase is also clanging, but the cup phase is trembling.

The nameless visitor is a man with a vicissitudes of life. He looks about 40 years old. Under the thick black eyebrows are a pair of thick round-frame glasses. The lenses reflect the silver light of the arc moon, which makes people see clearly. his eyes.

There are obvious nasolabial folds extending downward on both sides of his nose, and he has a well-trimmed thick black beard, like dense trees surrounding his thick lips.

At first glance, the man in the high-necked shirt is just standing quietly among the woodlands.

But Watson could clearly hear the faint beating sound of the drumhead, as if the rhythm of the violent pacing of the heart came from the other party.

At this moment, he still maintains a strange moth vision. He seems to be able to see a huge heart-shaped mass of flesh standing in front of him. The heart covered with bright red smooth skin stands on the woodland moss, and the arteries and veins at the top Falling to the ground, the muscular tissue that seems to be horizontal stripes is vigorously jumping, contracting and expanding...

It's just that every time the heart pumps, there will be flashing lightning bolts bursting out from inside, the muscles swell and break through the thick skin, and the bone blades that are as sharp as swords protrude fiercely from the pink and tender muscle fibers, but they can shrink rapidly again in an instant Going back, before even a trace of blood flowed out, the wound pierced by the bone blade was instantly closed.

Skin cracking, blade stabbing, blade retraction, and healing, this process is repeated...it seems to be endless.

A slightly muffled and hoarse voice came from the beating heart.

"Hahaha, this gentleman doesn't need to be so nervous, I have no malicious intentions."

The visitor smiled slightly, spread his arms and opened the empty door in front of him, expressing goodwill with a gesture of weakness.

Only then did Watson slowly put away his fighting stance, but he still remained vigilant in his heart.

The visitor stroked the round-rimmed glasses that somehow managed to be carried into Mansu, and said kindly: "My name is Gottlob Jannings, and I am a surgeon in the waking world. What do you call this gentleman?" ?”

It was the first time Watson met a seemingly kind person who claimed to be from Mansu, and he replied immediately without thinking: "John Henry Cavill Jr."

But the surgeon whose real name or pseudonym was Jannings only smiled meaningfully after hearing this, as if he had seen through the lies of the cautious young man in front of him.

"Then I'll call you John for the time being... If I'm not wrong, Mr. John, you probably didn't join any sects, and you didn't have any guides. You just came into contact with the Secret World by mistake, right?"

"And...Mr. John seems to have practiced a first-level secret transmission of the blade?"

Watson nodded, ignorance is not something to be ashamed of, "That's right, Mr. Jannings, your guess is very accurate."

Gottlob Jannings seemed a little happy after hearing this answer. Although his facial expression did not change, the light on the glasses seemed to be much brighter in an instant, and the subtle heartbeat seemed to speed up slightly.

"That's great!"

Jannings raised his tone slightly, and he invited with a little excitement: "Actually, I am from the Mamula Club in the continent of Europa. We are planning to open a new branch in London recently, and we are extensively looking for some Appropriate local actors, holding a retro duel show, dedicated to recreating the classical knight duel tradition, I wonder if Mr. John is interested in this?"

Classical, orthodox, knightly duel... Although the opponent used some so-called modified words, Watson still understood the true meaning of Mr. Jannings - that is, a bloody fighting contest that is not restricted by legal principles!
It seemed like an illegal race, it seemed like a dangerous activity... But Watson's interest was suddenly piqued, he had been at ease for too long, even if Mary Morstan's dance relieved his anxiety. The moth's secret and restless hunger and thirst, but his instinct for killing and bloodthirsty desire is still gearing up, and the unfinished knives are also colliding excitedly in his skull, bursting out like swords. clang.

He resisted the urge to immediately agree, but lowered his head with a pensive expression, pondered for a moment before replying: "Mr. Jannings, the dueling performance you mentioned...is it safe? (Will it be discovered by the authorities? )”

Gottlob Jannings naturally understood the underlying meaning of this question, and he replied firmly:
"Of course! The branches of our Mamula Club are spread all over the continent of Eurobe. We have rich experience in organizing events (a method to avoid investigation by the authorities), and a professional public relations operation team (we will never allow anyone to leak information. ), a stable customer base (connections of powerful people), a strong logistics team (medical security, will not let you easily die on the field), and a sound reward and promotion mechanism (will not let you fight in vain , we have rewards), Mr. John, you can join us with confidence!"

"Uh-huh."

After hearing this, Watson nodded frequently, as if he was really moved. He hurriedly asked: "This reward and promotion mechanism... Please trouble Mr. Jannings to explain it in detail."

"Haha, no problem, as long as Mr. John joins our Mamula Club, you can register as a first-order duellist... After each duel performance, no matter whether you win or lose, you can get a sufficient amount of secular money, but if you Mr. John is interested in continuing to climb to a higher place, and our club will also provide the winners of the show with some currency that is only circulated in the hidden world, which is enough for the determined performer to exchange for the key to climb up."

Currency circulated in the hidden world...Watson heard a new term again. It seems that secret messengers do not trade with worldly money, but what exactly is the currency of the hidden world?Could it be primitive barter?

"Uh... I'm ashamed to say that I've only entered the hidden world not long ago, and I haven't come into contact with the hidden world currency that Mr. Jannings mentioned. Can I trouble you to explain it?"

"It doesn't matter if you have little knowledge, even if you don't know it at all, it won't hinder the way to climb... This so-called hidden world common currency is actually the Spintria currency that has been handed down from the ancient Shadowless Empire to the present. The coins forged by the mystics with a special secret method contain mysterious qualities inside that mortals cannot perceive, which is money and power."

Yaning paused, and then continued to add: "Depending on the material of the currency, its value is also different. The approximate order from high to low is ancient gold coins, ancient silver coins, ancient copper coins, and ancient iron coins. Special attention should be paid to the The most important point is that the value of the Spintrian currency is not completely linked to the casting material, but mainly related to its hidden characteristics, and the older the currency, the higher the value."

Watson came to his senses, "I see... Then, how can I contact your club in the waking world?"

Gottlob Jannings reveals a covert form of communication.

Watson laughed, and Jannings laughed too.

The palms of the two held each other forcefully, just like the blade of a knife against the tip of a sword.

(End of this chapter)