Examination of the Imperial Examination

After breakfast, after finishing packing, Alvin wore a thin black trench coat, grabbed the keys, put away the revolver, and put "Tragedy on Earth" in his pocket. With a black kitten on his shoulder, he pushed open the door and walked out.

In the evening, he was going to attend the literary salon held by Mrs. Rosa Bonnard, and he had to deal with possible dangers at night, so he decided to go to Mr. Geralt's place to practice shooting in the morning.

The little guy Yuumi saw that he was going out and climbed directly on his shoulder. He refused to go down, so he could only take it with him, but before that, he had to go to Mr. Williams' place to buy 100 rounds. Bullets of a revolver.

"Sure enough, going down the stairs is the hardest on the first day after exercising." Ignoring the mocking eyes of a certain cat, he walked down the stairs with a strange posture. Alvin stood at the entrance of the stairs and sighed.

"Hey! That drunk isn't there? I don't know what happened to the big brother during the sudden rainstorm last night. May the goddess bless him." .

Alvin walked towards the alley, carefully keeping his leather shoes away from the puddles. The slightly fishy sea breeze mixed with the muddy taste.

At the corner of the alley, a man suddenly ran in and almost collided with Alvin. The man was wearing a linen shirt slightly smaller than his own size, a pair of trousers that I didn't know how to mend several times, brown unkempt hair, and ordinary facial features.

Seeing the person coming, Alvin narrowed his eyes slightly, and unconsciously approached his arm to grab the bag. This person was the drunkard brother who had been squatting for a few days.

After the drunk man saw clearly that it was Alvin, he shrank his hands back, then immediately lowered his head and said "sorry".

Without waiting for Alvin to respond, he hurried into the alley.

Of course, the drunken man's momentary movements were also captured by Alvin. When people encounter danger, they will subconsciously approach those things or places that they think guarantee their own safety.

With his raised right hand, he adjusted his windbreaker, without speaking, he looked at the drunk man's back, his mind moved, and his spiritual vision turned on and then turned off.

"Knife"

After seeing what was behind the drunk man's waist, Alvin smiled lightly, ignored it, turned around and walked out of the alley.

"The Loen man, about 175 in height, is still wearing the linen shirt that Jack wore yesterday, hehe, the fish has been hooked, it seems that the itinerary needs to be changed." After a short contact, his information automatically appeared in his mind.

The drunk man turned his head to look at Alvin, and found that the cat on the outsider's shoulder tilted his head, staring at him with a pair of vertical pupils, as if he was exploring something. Turning out of the alley, I didn't find anything, I couldn't help laughing at myself, "Haha! I'm too nervous, I scare myself."

Then he quickly ran out of the alley and ran towards Brown Elm Street in the opposite direction from where Alvin left.

Rod ran to Palm Elm Street out of breath, found a man with an arm around his neck, and walked forward quickly.

The man with the broken hand saw Rhode coming, and the two walked together to an inconspicuous corner, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here? I'm staring at that foreigner right."

Rhodes didn't explain, and said eagerly, "Something went wrong. I almost ran into him at the alley. It's not suitable for me to follow. I need you now."

The man frowned and said, "I don't know how to follow him at all. I'm afraid I'll screw it up. I haven't even seen him before, and my arm is still injured, so I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up."

Rod said indifferently: "He is wearing a black trench coat and has a black cat on his shoulders, we just need to make sure he goes to the bank now, if he goes to the bank, you come back, the three of us. Personally, he started at night, and I haven't lost it after following him for so long, so he has no vigilance at all."

"Okay then." The man hesitated for a while, but nodded in agreement.

"So where is he now?" the man asked.

"At the intersection of Citrus Street, waiting for the public carriage," Rhode replied after thinking about it.

"Our funds give me 1 soli, and I need it to ride the public carriage." The injured man thought of something and said suddenly.

Hearing the injured man's words, Rhode's expression froze, and he whispered, "The money is used up."

Hearing Rhode's answer, the injured man was stunned for a moment, then became angry, pointed at Rhode's chest with his uninjured hand and whispered, "What, Rhode, what did you do, you spent three days? 1 pound, that's what we and Jack put together, and we're all in debt for that, you're not going to take our money to that **** casino."

He took the money and went to the casino, and he lost, but how could he admit it? Rhode slapped the other party's hand away, and said the reason he had prepared a long time ago without changing his expression:

"That stranger, no matter where he goes, he has to take a trackless public carriage. That's a lot of money. I have to eat every day. In order to keep an eye on him, I even sleep downstairs in his house and look at me. , I also had a heavy rain last night."

The injured man didn't completely believe Rhode's words, but gave him a deep look and said, "It's better, but this loss needs to be refunded to me after we succeed."

Seeing that he was confused, Rhodes immediately said, "Of course, if everything goes well, you can get it tonight."

The man glared at Rhodes without speaking, and walked quickly in the direction of Citrus Street.

At the entrance of Citrus Street, Alvin, who has a cat on his shoulders, has an unusually high rate of turning heads on the street.

Fortunately, the public carriage came from a distance, which saved him from the embarrassment of being watched as a curly baboon, and repeatedly assured the conductor that he would not disturb other passengers, so that Alvin got on the carriage, and just when the carriage was about to leave, he again A man with a broken arm came up.

After the man got into the car, he glanced at him and walked quickly to the back of the car.

The other party didn't stare at him, and Alvin didn't pay attention either. He took out the book and read it.

The injured man ran out of breath, and finally caught up with the public carriage. After getting in the car, he was about to determine the location of the stranger. As soon as his eyes came into contact with the young man in the black trench coat, the cat on the man's shoulder suddenly turned back and stared at himself, letting no one. He was startled by the experience, and his eyes quickly moved elsewhere. After sitting in the car for more than 20 minutes, he could feel the cat staring at him, which made him a little restless and tormented, and cursed in his heart " Stinky cat, it's so evil."

Alvin didn't know all of this. He got up and got off the carriage when the conductor shouted. After getting off the carriage, Alvin went straight to the Backlund Bank. When he walked into the bank again, he felt someone watching him, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. Stop.

At the bank counter, I deposited another 30 pounds of the money that was not used up last time. Except for the 3 pounds and 5 soles that I used to buy the revolver, I gave the teacher a week's dinner cost, 1 pound a week, and his bank balance was 80. lbs, 16 lbs 2 soles on him, he kept a little more because he needed to buy training bullets.

By the way, he borrowed the bank's public bathroom, and Alvin walked out of the gate of Backlund Bank.

In order to save time, he directly rented a carriage and went to Williams' bar.

Walking into the carriage, he turned on his spiritual vision, and saw the person watching him through the carriage, "Roen race, with a broken arm, wearing a somewhat old, but decent formal dress, combined with the clues of the past few days, we can guess this It should be the husband of Mrs. Rosa Bonheur's maid, sigh! How easy to bully? How dare a disabled person follow him so blatantly?"

Alvin took a deep breath and resisted the urge to pull out the revolver, dash off the carriage, and beat the disabled man violently.

Ten minutes later, Williams was sitting in a chair, sipping his treasures, glanced at Alvin who pushed in the door, and said casually, "It seems that you and the old Geralt get along pretty well. "

Because Yuumi refused to enter the bar, Alvin could only put it on the rental carriage, and came in alone to find Williams. Anyway, the rental carriage was charged by the hour, and the driver was happy to wait, provided he gave enough money.

Alvin walked over to Williams and sat down, nodded and said truthfully, "Well, Mr. Geralt is very nice."

"Oh, that old man was also praised for being good. I guess he must have let you do farm work." Williams smiled and raised his eyebrows at Alvin.

Alvin didn't speak, he took a goblet beside the wine cabinet, grabbed the wine bottle on the table, uncorked it, poured himself a big glass under the shocked eyes of the old man, and plugged the cork. , Sitting in a chair, imitating his appearance, sipping up a small mouth.

Williams stood up, picked up the bottle and shook it distressedly, looked down at the large amount of liquid, and pointed at Alvin: "You were not like this before, you learned from the old man Geralt, I regret it now. Introduced you to the old man."

"Then, Mr. Williams, can I ask you a question?" Alvin laughed and said, looking at the irritable brother in front of him.

"Hmph" Williams rolled his eyes and sat back on the chair without answering, without speaking.

"When did you know that I'm a Beyonder, I don't mean anything else, I just want to know where the flaw is revealed?" Alvin asked earnestly ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Williams put the wine bottle in his hand on the Away from Alvin, he said in an unhappy tone: "Oh, it seems that old man Geralt told you a lot, there is nothing to say about it, I haven't seen you for two days, and there is a thick bookish aura on my body. It hasn't been there before."

"Although you used to have a bit of this kind of temperament, it's not so obvious at all. You can change your temperament in a few days. I can't think of anything other than potions, unless you change your soul."

"Of course I also made some determinations"

"It turns out that this is also possible? Through the sudden change of a person's temperament, it can also be preliminarily judged that a newly promoted Beyonder, such as a fortune-teller, is equal to a divine stick." Alvin suddenly felt a lot less doubts in his heart.

"Some certainty? Is it a mysticism method? Divination or something?" Alvin asked curiously after taking a sip of wine.

"Well, of course, without your personal belongings and portraits, the divination only got vague symbols, and only saw a book. The fortune teller interpreted that you might be a reader, or an Extraordinary of the apprentice pathway, and he fortuned me and Geralt won't be in any danger any time soon."

"This year's contact with you is the key factor in my determination." After saying a lot, Williams picked up the glass and took a sip.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Williams," Alvin got up and saluted.

Williams waved his hand and said he didn't care.

"Williams, you know that I am a reader. In the future, I will definitely need to practice magic rituals repeatedly. I need more materials. Can you take me to those underground trading markets?" Alvin asked with legitimate reasons. .

"No," Williams said as he put down his glass.

Then he added, "At least not recently."

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