Lord of the Mysteries

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9:30 am, Baker Land Bridge area, Iron Gate Street, Brave Bar.

After Emlin White walked off the carriage, he stood in the same place and looked at the front, almost forgotten to avoid the sun.

At this point, the main entrance of the bar was firmly closed and there was no sign of opening.

As a rare event, only a few **** people like bars in the night, Emlin did not think that the other party did not open the door in the morning. After reading the note, he turned around and left the harvest church. I am here by car and hope to get the information in the first time.

In order to save time, he even endured the steamy subway and the unpleasant smell.

At this moment, Emlin was a little angry, but clearly knew that he was guilty of his own mistakes. He could only slap his face and make a slow turn around Tiemen Street, indicating that there was no whiteness.

Just as he was about to approach a rental carriage parked on the street, the corner of his eye suddenly swept to a familiar figure.

The other party wore a brown dome hat, dressed in an old coat, carrying a very broken bag, the black market arms and intelligence businessman Ian.

Oh, my instincts are still very accurate, I know he will appear so early! Emlin turned to be angry, with his hands in his pockets, and walked away, blocking in front of Ian, chuckling a voice:

"good morning."

Ian looked up at the handsome man in front of her eyes and responded with a slight surprise:

"Good morning, Mr. White, you should come in the evening."

"It seems to be a good fit now." Emlin smiled in a good mood. "Ian, why do you wear the same clothes and do similar clothes every time you see you?"

Ian did not care to say:

"This makes me look more mature and very low-key.

"Of course, the main reason is that I have no money."

The sentence behind him added in a joking tone.

"I am looking forward to wearing this in the summer." Emlin snorted.

"Then I will take off my coat." Ian said as he took out two pieces of paper from the dilapidated bag, which was the "reward order" that Emlin had given him before. "Someone saw this in the East."

He handed one of the pieces of paper to Emlin, which was labeled Argos.

Seeing the clues of the "primitive moon" believers, Emlin is pleased to ask:

"where is he?"

Ian didn't answer, watching him laugh and not speak.

Emlin had experience, immediately took out the wallet and counted 150 pounds for each other:

"This is your reward."

Ian smiled and said:

"It's still half the difference."

"Are you still half?" Emlin almost wanted to let the black market arms and intelligence merchants in front of him know the blood of the blood, because the original promise was a valid clue of 20 pounds, and the lock position was 150 pounds.

However, he quickly produced the meaning of the other side's hidden, and the surprise asked:

"Also found one?"

"Yes." Ian handed the remaining piece of paper in his hand. "My friend was watching Argos and determined his residence and found him meeting this gentleman named Galis Kevin. So, we have mastered the two points of residence at the same time."

"...very good." Emlin hollowed out his wallet and made another 150 pounds to Ian.

His mood is very pleasant, only the first ancestor and the "fool" are blessing themselves, because there are only five targets in this group. He has already hunt one, and now he has got two other clues. As long as he succeeds, no matter other blood. How can he do it, he can declare himself to win the final victory.

Ian carefully counted and checked the banknotes, pressing down the voice:

“Argos is on the third floor of the apartment at 6 Limeyan Street in the Eastern District, opposite the public washroom.

"Galis Kevin is also in the Eastern District, living in the room on the first floor of 19 Belvedere Street."

"I will confirm your information. I believe that you will not give up the business here for only 300 pounds." Emlin nodded gently, half-warned and half-reminded, and then he laughed. "How are they so easy?" Just found?"

Ian Red 眸 turned slightly and looked around:

"First, many bounty hunters are my friends. They have a wide range of informants in the Eastern District.

"Second, the disguise of the two gentlemen is not good enough. They are in the Eastern District, but they are more distinct from the people around them. If they are willing to put on the broken clothes and do more than 12 hours of hard work every day, then I I believe they are hard to find in the East District where people are confused."

In this way, hide yourself to pay attention to the difference in the environment... Emlin silently said a word, and felt that he had learned some skills.

He does not intend to go to the Eastern District now, because even if the action during the day can succeed, it is difficult not to cause any movement to evacuate. This is a very dangerous act in Beckland, which means that maybe just sneaked home and was punishable. " or "night" is on the door.

After Emlin prepared the Tarot party, he came over from 8 to 9 in the evening and decided when to start.

The former "primitive moon" believers are not bad. The two should not be bad. Although I am sure, I only rely on myself. I always feel that it is not safe enough... Emlin is waving with Ian while thinking about the problem. To do so, take the rental carriage and return to the south of the bridge.

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

East Chester County Capital, Stowe City.

After standing on the railing, Audrey looked at the maids and maids to put the items they brought from the family castle to the right place. The scene was lively and orderly, and it was not at all confusing.

Waiting for someone to go to Associate Professor Michel and tell him that I will go to the Antiquities Collection and Conservation Foundation tomorrow... I hope they have got some items that are intimate with the extraordinary... Audrey thoughts divergently for a while, mouth I couldn't help but rise slightly and be proud of my decision to donate money to establish a foundation.

She was as beautiful as a gem of green eyes, saw the time on the wall clock, busy converging ideas, turned and walked back to her bedroom.

In the corner of the bedroom, the golden-haired big dog Su Shi is kneeling on the ground, and the front legs are placed on the cross, which is very elegant.

In front of it is an open book with a line of words written on it.

Su Shi raised a front leg from time to time, fiddled with it, let the book turn pages, and it was very serious.

Every time I see Su Shi like this, I am a bit shy... Audrey, you can't relax in learning! Audrey self-motivated a sentence, slowly moving closer to the past, ready to let Su Shi go outside the door.

Su Shi raised his head and looked at Audrey, and stood up and said:

"I understand!"

After that, it ran off the bedroom briskly and did not forget to close the door.

"...I haven't said anything yet." Audrey blinked and whispered.

Similar instructions, she has done many times, in order not to let Su Shi feel that she will stay alone in the room from 3 pm to 3:30 pm every Monday, not to let people close to the dog, she deliberately in other time periods too Doing something similar, pretending to be a party, pretending to be alone, and keeping the rules confusing.

I have to say that the existence of Su Shi effectively improved the motivation, efficiency and the rigor of handling things... I can't make myself worse than a dog! However, it is not a praise statement than a dog. Audrey sneered at the gang, and sat down to the bed, waiting for the Tarot party to begin.

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

3 pm, above the fog.

A group of deep red figures twirled on both sides of the bronze long table and instantly solidified into a fuzzy state.

"Good afternoon, ‘fool’ Mr.~” “Justice” Audrey’s tone rose up and walked the way.

The rest of the members also greeted each other and got the dagger response from the top of the mottled long table.

In the process of sitting down, "Magic" Firth couldn't help but look at the "World" at the bottom, thinking about how to wait for himself.

In addition to relaying the teacher's answer to Ms. "Hidden", she is also prepared to do a few things. One is to tell Mr. "World" that he can make a supplementary payment in view of the difficulty of the task, but it needs to wait for a while, because The sale of the house is always not so fast. Second, after repeated thoughts, she thought of a good way to make money and improve her strength. It was inspired by the behavior of the "world": renting "Lermano's Travel notes"!

When a member needs a similar item to temporarily increase combat effectiveness in order to cope with certain situations, she can rent a “Lymano travel note”. The rent is divided into two parts, part of which is cash, not too expensive, part of which is recorded. The extraordinary ability to replace, that is, the renter must promise that when the magic book is returned, there will be a few more pages written on it.

Of course, as a provider, Firth will record the useful ability of the “apprentice” to “open the door” and let the renter get the corresponding help.

The most troublesome thing about this deal is that the renter may not return it, but there is a "fool" in the Tarot to witness, and Fols believes that no one will be greedy and stupid.

The loss of the renter, "Lemano's travel notes" lost this accident is a small probability event, everyone knows that you can pray for help to the "fool" in the critical moment, it is a small probability among the small probability!

How can you do business without a little risk... Wait until you have a good communication with Mr. "World" and determine the time period he wants to use, so as not to be in conflict... Fulth regained his sight and heard the woman of "The Hidden" opening:

"Mr. Dear Mr. Fool, this time there are two pages of Russell's diary."

Since the contact of the "mysterious queen", the diary's acquisition has been stable and terrible... Klein nodded slightly and chuckled:

"well."

After a brief silence, the "hidden" Jia De Li Ya appeared two pages of yellow-brown paper, watching them jump to the "fool" in the palm of their mind.

Klein then slowly lowered his gaze and looked at the diary in his hand:

"December 29, it is almost a new year.

"All the mausoleums have been built, and there is no turning back in the bow."

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