Lord of the Mysteries

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Who? Why do you know that I purchased the "Sheriff" formula? Hugh's green pupils shrank and looked around, but did not find any suspicious gaze.

According to Mr. A, the transaction here should be safe and confidential. At the end, I couldn’t help but look at the single sofa. I saw Mr. A, who used the shadow of the hood to cover the five senses, still quietly looked at everyone. , did not show the slightest difference.

She slammed on Firth with her elbow and whispered:

"should I go?"

Fols took the note and glanced at it without hesitation. "Go, at least there is still Mr. A watching. No one dares to do anything to you. You can take the opportunity to figure out the purpose of the other party." What is it, maybe you can get the potion material you want?"

"It makes sense..." Hugh himself is a very mobile person. He immediately bowed his head to the waiter, followed him to the outside of the study room, and put on a robes with a hood.

This hat can cover my entire face, I can't see the road ahead... I wear a hood and open the door, aiming at the man in the black tuxedo sitting behind the desk.

The man wore a golden mask on his face, revealing his eyes, nostrils, mouth and cheeks, making it impossible to imagine what he was.

The light brown eyelids behind the golden mask turned, and the man pointed to the chair opposite the desk:

"sit."

His voice was deliberately dull, but no extra special.

Hugh reversed the door of the study, raised his chest, and did not lose his momentum to the predetermined position. He asked:

"Do you have the main material of the 'Sheriff' potion?"

The mask man smiled low:

"Yes, I have the eyes of the feared worm and the right palm of the silver-white war bear."

"In fact, the recipe for the ‘Security Officer’ potion is that I am looking for someone to sell it.”

No wonder... Although Hugh is often laughed at by his friends, he can not survive in the circle of extraordinary people, living in the gang of the Eastern District and the poor. She is not a completely reckless person. She has a beastly instinct for danger.

She asked in a deep voice:

"Why are you doing this?"

"Screening the right helper." The mask man chuckled. "With your financial situation, it is difficult to get enough money for these two extraordinary materials in the short term. Of course, you can go to other extraordinary parties to resell the formula. But believe me, this will bring you unnecessary danger, our circles don't necessarily overlap, but I am not alone."

Wrestled and said: "Since you have a huge organization, there is a recipe for a 'security officer' or even an 'arbitrator' potion, why are you still looking for help?"

"There are many things, we don't want to come out ourselves. There are many reasons for this, but I don't have to tell you, and each of the 'arbitrators' who rely on their own path to the extraordinary is more or less aristocratic. It is also what we need." The mask man probably explained two sentences.

It seems that he doesn't know my origins, and I don't even know my reputation in the Eastern District... Hugh is a little relaxed.

The mask man continued:

"You should be a commissioner outside the extraordinary party. I will give you some tasks and pay for your compensation. If you feel dangerous, you can refuse. This is fair, free trade, and when you have enough money, Can come to me to buy materials."

This... When I was worried about the financial situation, I was so excited that I held it for 9 seconds:

"As long as I have the right to refuse the task, I can consider it."

"No problem." The mask man laughed. "We can now agree on where and how to meet in the future. In order to reassure you, the dominance is given to you."

"Okay." Although Hugh was still full of fog, he did not understand why the other party was looking for something to do, but he still agreed.

At least she does not see any obvious harm at the moment.

............

Throughout the day on Sunday, Klein was busy buying a chair to buy tea and sewing clothes, for a total of 6 pounds and 9 sores, to restore the living room, restaurant and itself.

"It’s a loss. I hope that the police department can finally compensate me for the loss from the legacy of Mersor. Oh, I hope it is not big, at the top." Klein put the invoice receipts neatly and waited for the future. Opportunity.

Of course, from the perspective of income, he actually earned a lot. The extraordinary characteristics of Mersor are at least 300 pounds, not even more.

The premise of all this is that Klein can reach the circle of extraordinary people.

After dinner, wear a solid color sweater and a gray-blue worker's coat and put on a cap. Klein went out again and changed twice to the Iron Gate Street in the Bakerland Bridge area.

Without a few steps, he saw the "Brave Bar" and saw the seemingly heavy black wooden door and a strong man with arms close to two meters.

The strong man looked at Klein and did not stop him from pushing the door. He only squirmed his throat as he heard the cheers and cheers inside.

This time period is the peak of the bar business. After Klein has not entered, he feels the heat wave coming from the face, smells the strong malt, and hears the noisy noise.

Not surprisingly, he saw two tables in the center of the bar, one playing a dog-catching game, and one of the two boxers waiting patiently to prepare for the upcoming battle.

The wine was mixed with sweat, and Klein lifted the gold-rimmed glasses, pinched his nose, and protected his belongings while struggling to the bar.

Waiting for the bartender to open, he said first:

"A cup of Nanwell beer."

This is the best beer produced by the Kingdom of Lun.

"5 pence." The bartender replied familiarly.

Klein took out a coin and counted 5 pence to the other party, in exchange for a large wooden cup filled with golden liquor, the aroma of the beer was tempting.

"In front of it, a lot of beer can't even be called wine, it can only be considered a drink." The bartender laughed.

Klein took a drink and felt refreshed and refreshed. First, it was bitter and fragrant. Then the taste of malt rushed out, and the mouth was a bit sweet.

Putting down the cup and looking at the delicate white foam, he took the opportunity to ask:

"Where is Casper Kanlin?"

The bartender stopped the action of wiping the cup, looked up at him for a few seconds, and pointed to the side:

"In the billiard room."

In the spirit of not wasting, Klein put on the cup and went outside the third table.

He just tapped it and let the door open and open.

The two men holding the billiard bar stopped and looked at the door.

"I am looking for Casper Kanlin." In the silent atmosphere, Klein was busy adding, "The old man introduced it."

Hearing this sentence, the half-old man with a big nose and a linen shirt said quietly:

"come in."

There was a mouth-turning, huge scar on his face, stretching from the right corner of his eye to the right side of his mouth. His nose was a typical rosacea, almost completely red.

Klein took the cup and walked in slowly, only to see Cannin's billiard opponents put down the pole, left the room, and closed the door.

Kaspas. Kanlining limped around and asked:

"what do you want?"

"A big power of the special revolver and fifty bullets." Klein drank another Southwell beer.

"3 pounds 10 Sule." Casper quoted the price. "This is definitely more expensive than a regular weapons store. It contains the risks I bear."

"The deal." Klein took out five five-pound denominations that had been prepared from the trouser pocket and counted four for each other.

Casper checked the authenticity and nodded.

"You are more refreshed than your appearance, waiting for me for five minutes."

He placed the banknotes on the billiard table, leaned on the poles, and turned to the door.

Klein, who had seen Casper going out, looked back at the current popular billiards and found that it was very consistent with the mature snooker on the planet.

It must be you, Russell the Great... He almost shook his head and laughed.

Waiting for a while, Casper pushed in and held a piece of kraft paper and two 5 Sule notes.

Klein took over the money and things, and opened it on the spot. His eyes were filled with a silver-white revolver with a long barrel. Its handshake seemed to be made of walnut.

In addition to this, there are fifty round yellow bullets that are neatly placed in the box.

Klein tried the empty gun, loaded five rounds of bullets, stuffed the revolver into the underarm bag that had been bought, and then picked up the remaining bullets and looked up at Kaspas, saying:

"If I want to hire a great bodyguard, who should I look for?"

"It's very powerful, beyond the limits of humanity."

Casper licked his big red nose and his eyes became cold.

He carefully examined Klein for two minutes and used a silent attitude to create a sense of oppression:

"I can ask you for help, but there is no guarantee that someone will pick up this task."

Seems to know more than one extraordinary person... Klein ups and downs:

"No matter what the outcome is, please allow me to express my gratitude in advance."

Casper closed the bill on the billiard table and walked out of the room again. After ten minutes, he returned to the room, and Klein had bored the big cup of Nanwell beer.

"He wants to see you and then make a decision," Casper said in a deep voice.

"No problem, change to me, but also to assess the difficulty of the task." Klein smiled dagger.

He followed behind the tough Casper, passing through the side of the crowded boxing ring and entering the bar's kitchen.

Kaspers suddenly stepped on, tapping a door, and when allowed, led Klein to push the door.

This is a card room with more than a dozen people playing Texas Hold'em.

Seeing that Casper and Klein came in, a man in a white shirt and black vest slowly stood up, and the others who played the cards stopped moving, and no one made a sound.

At a glance, Klein frowned slightly invisibly.

He found that in addition to the man who stood up, the rest of the players had an indescribably strange taste. They were pale and their eyes were like beasts.

Knocking on the left side of the teeth twice, Klein quietly opened the vision.

His muscles were tight and he couldn't control his expression, because the color of those players was dark!

This shows that in the dozens of people playing cards, except for the man who got up, the rest are dead!

No, not just a dead person, the dead have no gas field color!

This is a living corpse!

The rotten feeling came over, and the man in the white shirt and black vest walked over to Klein.

His face was also pale, and his eyes seemed to harbor a thick and malicious.