Game of Destiny: This player is different

"How can I get a commission that's well paid and easy?

Please, tell me if there's such a good thing, I don't mind returning to the world.

If you're short of money and not afraid of death, you can try your luck at the Night Watch."

Sending Roman to collect the balance, Qin Nuo strolled along Oak Street, thinking about his conversation with Duncan.

He walked all the way to the newsstand on the street.

Behind the newsstand, an old man with gray hair and a black vest smiled politely, "Sir, what do you need?"

"A newspaper."

"Do you want one from Rochester?"

"Yes."

"Okay, wait a moment."

The old man turned over to get the newspaper, and Qin Nuo stood upright in front of the newsstand waiting.

"The commissions from the detective agency are low, and I have to share them with my teammates.

The gangsters in the red-light district of Sailor Street are afraid of even the police, let alone the police.

To collect a large number of shillings in a short period of time, I can only try my luck with the night watchman."

Qin Nuo lowered the brim of his hat, half of his face hidden in the shadow.

He needs money now.

It is rare to encounter a script world like this where you can buy extraordinary materials with local currency.

If you miss it, you will miss it.

"Sir, this is your newspaper, one shilling."

The old man brought a neat and new newspaper.

Handing over a coin, Qin Nuo unfolded the newspaper, and the smell of ink filled the air.

[The Principality Parliament passed the "Pelome River Purification Act" with 8 votes in favor, 3 votes against, and 1 abstention. The design plan of Joseph Hayden, chief engineer of the Rochester Municipal Council, won.

The renovation of Rochester's urban sewer system will officially start in January next year]

[Member Andrew proposed that a minimum wage standard should be established and the daily working hours of workers should be reduced from 10 hours to 8 hours. This proposal was criticized by other MPs]

[Baron scandal! Baron Campbell played with the feelings of a young man, causing the man to jump into the river and commit suicide. Baron Campbell denied the incident and claimed that he did not know the other party]

Looking over a few news reports, Qin Nuo put away the newspaper and asked the old man: "Do you know where the nearest night watchman's base is?"

"Sir, I'm just a newspaper seller."

The old man answered sincerely.

"Another newspaper, I'll use it to polish my shoes."

Qin Nuo searched his pockets and handed over a shilling.

"Oh, the nearest night watchman's base is in the next block, very easy to find."

"The place is wrong, come back and overturn your stall."

Take the newspaper, Qin Nuo slightly identify the direction, step into a figure among the pedestrians.

...

Fifteen minutes later, Hollyhock Street, a cafe.

Because it is not tea time yet, the store is deserted.

The middle-aged boss, who has long been accustomed to it, stands behind the counter and wipes the cups.

However, his eyes would occasionally glance at the corner.

The customer sitting by the window.

It's not right to say he was a customer.

Because the black-haired man didn't order anything.

He just pulled out a chair and sat down after he came in.

He even asked for paper and pen, and scribbled something on the table.

"He must be a job seeker who has run into obstacles everywhere. It's really getting harder and harder to find a job now."

The middle-aged boss noticed the two newspapers on the table and the serious look of the other party writing furiously.

He became more certain of his guess.

He poured a cup of hot coffee and walked over.

"Young man, don't be impatient. Good jobs are not so easy to find."

Looking at the teacup in front of him and the steaming liquid in it, Qin Nuo was slightly stunned.

Before he could speak, he heard the shop owner continue:

"This cup is on me."

After that, he turned around and walked back to the counter, giving a thumbs-up and a bright smile of encouragement.

"..."

Qin Nuo smacked his lips and pretended to take a sip of coffee.

Is it because of the increased charm value?

Muttering to himself, he picked up the white paper full of handwriting.

[Important: Assist the employer to pass the task (in progress)]

[Important: Improve the proficiency of Shen Ji Bai Lian, unlock the third-level puppet, track the manufacture of communication-type magic tools (in progress) - collect extraordinary material intelligence (completed) - earn at least 20,000 shillings before the end of the script, and trade with merchants]

[Secondary: Rent a new room]

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen.

Qin Nuo had been thinking for a long time when he came here, planning the itinerary of this script world.

The content recorded on the paper is that he summarized the current things to do into a paragraph, and recorded each part after completing it, and then extended it downwards.

This recording method similar to the task log of online games can more intuitively understand what you are doing, what you should do, and what you are going to do next.

The second and third points overlap to some extent, and both require shillings.

But the second point has a higher priority.

I read the content on the paper several times and confirmedI admit that there is no other part to add.

Qin Nuo put down his pen and carefully stuffed the paper back into the backpack.

Then he looked at a high-rise building diagonally opposite the window.

As the old man at the newsstand said, the night watchman's base is very easy to find.

After all,

The sign of [Rochester Hollyhock Street Night Watchman Office] is hung on the door in a dignified manner, which is quite conspicuous.

It is difficult to make a mistake.

Qin Nuo immediately trotted out of the cafe when he found someone coming out with a holster on his waist.

While the other party was staying there, he went up to greet him directly: "Hello."

"Hello, what can I do for you?"

This is a muscular man wearing dungarees, and his wide coat does not completely cover his sturdy body.

He is more than two meters tall, like a moving boulder.

Even Qin Nuo has to look up slightly.

"I am an exorcist, a folk exorcist."

A straightforward self-introduction.

Hearing this, the sturdy man looked up and down with suspicion: "How to prove it?"

Qin Nuo didn't waste any words and directly showed the newly purchased exorcist gun.

As soon as this thing was taken out, many pedestrians immediately stopped and avoided in other directions without looking back.

Even if the night watchman's office was right next to it,

seeing a gunman in public was still scary.

The sturdy man's face froze, and he hurriedly pulled Qin Nuo to a secluded place:

"Okay, okay, put the gun away quickly, this thing is not suitable for ordinary people to see.

Just answer me which organization you work for."

"As long as this is the case, aren't you afraid of fakes?"

"Exorcists can't be faked," the sturdy man looked strange: "Besides, there is no benefit in fakes."

"Because no matter what, you have to face the alien demon head-on?"

"That's right, no one wants to joke with their own lives."

After a brief conversation, Qin Nuo confirmed that the other party was indeed a night watchman, and the leader of a team.

"You can call me Tesla, or Captain Tesla."

The sturdy man stretched out his right hand.

"Oh, my name is BYD."

Qin Nuo stretched out his hand and shook hands with the other party, and replied seriously: "I heard that the Night Watch base can receive commissions with high rewards."

"High rewards mean high risks."

Tesla raised his eyebrows:

"I can meet a few folk exorcists like you every month.

They often don't end well."