Game of Destiny: This player is different

Chapter 342

The gardener was a young man in his early twenties with an average physique.

The suspenders that were easy to wash and not easy to fall off, which were only worn by workers and manual laborers, indicated his identity.

Of course, there was also a pair of large scissors that made a "click, click" sound.

"Hello."

Qin Nuo slightly raised his head and looked at the young man on the ladder.

The latter stopped and cast a puzzled look.

"Sailor Street, abandoned apartment."

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Qin Nuo said two key words in a concise manner.

If the other party was the client, he should be able to understand.

If not...

As long as the client is still in Rochester and it is confirmed to be a prank, that little oriental shock is necessary.

Anyway, the reputation of the detective is bad enough.

Too many lice don't itch, and too many debts don't worry.

"It's you!"

The young man was surprised and hurriedly put away the scissors and wanted to get down.

In a hurry, he didn't notice that his trouser legs were hooked, and he almost fell from the ladder more than two meters high.

Fortunately, Roman next to him reached out in time and saved him from injury.

"Thank you."

The young man patted his chest and thanked him softly in shock:

"I thought you would come tomorrow at the earliest, but I didn't expect you to come today."

"Time is money, my friend."

Qin Nuo pulled his coat and straightened his spine, making his already tall figure look more upright:

"Don't confuse us with those guys who dawdle and only know how to lick their boots.

If you are out of touch with the masses and don't pay attention to user experience, you will eventually be eliminated by the market.

If we hadn't had something to do before, we could have helped you that day."

The young man didn't understand for a while.

When he reacted, he looked around nervously.

After confirming that no one else could hear him, he lowered his voice and said:

"Sir, it's not convenient to talk here. Can you please wait outside for half an hour?

I need to finish the work at hand first."

He pointed to the big scissors next to him, looking embarrassed.

"Okay, but this will cost extra.

10 shillings for half an hour, 20 shillings for more than half an hour but less than an hour."

Qin Nuo glanced at the large clock on the top of the church, noted the time, and then told his teammates to turn around and leave.

"Ah?"

The young man looked stunned.

Just when he was about to say that he didn't even earn 20 shillings a day, he found that the two detectives had walked a long way away.

Or so fast?

...

Outside the church.

"Should we buy a watch?"

Qin Nuo stood under the shade of the tree with his hands in his pockets, looking at the passers-by and chatting casually.

"There shouldn't be watches in this era."

Roman thought for a while and answered.

"Patek Philippe made watches in 1868, and Girard-Perregaux began mass production of watches in 1880.

However, most of them were popular among the upper class and officials, and it took half a century for them to become popular."

Qin Nuo paused and continued: "But it's still okay to buy a pocket watch, after all, this thing was invented three hundred years ago.

All the modern electronic products we carry cannot be used, and it will be very troublesome if we can't check the time at any time."

It's reasonable and there is no problem.

But is the first half of your sentence redundant? Do you think I don't know the history of watch development?

Roman smacked his lips and was about to speak.

A gorgeous carriage with carved patterns drove slowly from a distance.

Two knights riding tall white horses, as pioneers, dispersed the pedestrians blocking the road along the way.

The silver-white armor they wore seemed heavy, but it was actually light and fit.

The [Crusader's Badge] made of special metal shone brightly under the light.

Even though they were non-perception players, Qin Nuo and Roman could sense the extraordinary elemental aura on each other.

"Is this the Crusader Order of the Church?

Whether in the game or in reality, the knights always dress as flamboyantly as always."

Qin Nuo commented indifferently.

"..."

Feeling innocently caught in the crossfire, Roman whispered in defense:

"Brother Qin, don't be so blatant. Not all knights dress so flamboyantly. For example, I..."

"Do you have a knight's medal that was officially awarded?"

Qin Nuo turned around and asked.

"Uh, no."

Roman was silent for a moment and lowered his head.

"Do you have a rainbow pony like this?"

Qin Nuo pointed to the tall white horses of two knights not far away and asked.

"No."

Roman lowered his head even lower.

"You have nothing, what kind of knight are you?"

Qin Nuo said with disdain:

"Without a horse, you are at most an infantry, and you are the kind that are robbed.

Just like a loser who can only be fed dog food and cry in the room, only those with wealth and power will be invited to fight in a group."

"Okay, you win."

Perhaps it was because he felt the unscrupulous gaze, or perhaps it wasThe voice was a little loud, or perhaps the content of the conversation was rather strange.

One of the knights cast his gaze towards the two people.

There was curiosity and scrutiny in his sharp eyes.

He did not look away until he reached the main entrance of the church.

The carriage stopped steadily, and the knights drove away the civilians who were joining in the fun.

The priests and nuns trotted out of the church in fear and trepidation.

"Welcome, Baron Campbell."

The priest said respectfully.

"Yes."

A lazy tone sounded in the carriage.

After waiting for a while, the door slowly opened.

A petite girl in a tuxedo, who seemed to be a housekeeper, walked out with a woman.

Under the dark red luxurious long skirt, slender white legs stretched out.

The rich smell of perfume instantly diffused, making the air more ambiguous.

The exquisite face with exaggerated makeup made even modern people like Qin Nuo and Roman, who traveled through time and were used to seeing all kinds of Internet celebrity girls with filters, feel bright.

Wild, stunning, and full of aggression.

Definitely a veteran driver.

"Hmm?"

The woman called Baron Campbell's eyes flowed towards the players.

When she saw Roman, the Nordic man, her eyes were full of light.

Solid and broad shoulders, strong arms, and well-defined facial features.

The whole body exudes a strong smell of male hormones.

As for the equally tall black-haired man next to him...

She frowned slightly.

Such a strange face.

Baron Campbell, who has seen countless people and thinks he has an excellent memory, can't remember the appearance of this black-haired man.

"Baron?"