Mystery: Shadow of Order

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"This gentleman? You?"

Rawls came back to his senses and looked at the man with the hood:

"Sorry, do you need the recipe for Sequence 9?"

"Yes." The hooded man's tone was a little excited, but turned down, "I asked before, although there are people selling recipes at the party, but those are not what I want. So I'm not sure, your recipe I will buy it."

You say that, if I have the recipe you need, how can I be so embarrassed to ask for a high price?

Rawls sighed inwardly, but his tone did not change:

"It doesn't matter, we've already done a deal after all."

The hooded man clapped his hands and became even more excited:

"Yes, what's more, Emperor Roselle once said that if the transaction is unsuccessful, the friendship will not change. I see that you also bought the emperor's notebook, so you must be an admirer of the emperor? I tell you, the emperor Roselle …”

Rawls also wanted to buy his own potion master material, so he didn't want to talk to this madman fan of Emperor Roselle at all. He coughed:

"Sir, what are your requirements for the formula?"

"Uh" The hooded man scratched his head and almost pulled the hood off, "I want the formula of the 'Understander'. I heard people say that it was the path that the Great Emperor once chose."

You are really a big fan of the emperor!

Rawls lowered his head and rolled his eyes, stood up and said:

"Sorry, I don't have the recipe."

The hooded man lowered his head and said disappointedly:

"Okay, but you can come back to me if you want this recipe."

Rawls didn't answer, nodded, walked out of the room, and came to a small room on the first floor. There was a squire here, who politely stopped him and told him that someone was already inside. After saying that he knew, Rawls stood outside the door and waited.

After a while, a man in a black robe, a hood and a beautifully carved wooden mask came out. It was the one who dealt with Rawls. He nodded to Rawls and walked to the living room.

Rawls also nodded and walked into the room. Although the room is small, there are three or four blackboards on both sides. The blackboard on the left is for sale and the one on the right is for buy. A variety of needs and items are written scattered on it, and most of these words are crooked, obviously intentional.

After coming in, Rawls didn't directly write his needs. When the guy in the wooden mask just walked past him, the fragrance was definitely emanating from female perfume. It was the same scent as the scent of a noble lady who rushed on him at the last dance he attended.

But judging from the body shape under the black robe, this is definitely a male, is he hiding his identity, or is there something wrong with his gender?

Shaking his head, Rawls walked to the left and looked around but couldn't find the material he wanted. Then he walked to a blackboard on the right, which was already densely written, and picked up the chalk in his right hand and wrote the "crying baby" flower and "strange-faced marijuana crystal" on it.

If someone has the above material and brings it, that person will put a mark on the back of the material, and the person who needs the material will come here in the second half of the party, see the mark above, put their own Once the needs and marks are erased, trades can be made to the squires and whoever left the marks.

The difference from the outside is that even the servants and Mr. A do not know what the items on both sides of the transaction are in the transaction completed here, at least on the surface.

Rawls walked out of the small room and came to the living room to wait quietly.

...

Tingen, on the outskirts of the North District, is a two-storey house with a quaint style and disrepair.

Klein, who had been exercising for an afternoon, fell to the ground exhausted. He felt that he didn't even have the strength to raise his fingers.

"Get up, your training isn't over yet!"

An old voice entered Klein's ears, and Klein subconsciously went to support the plank, but he had no strength. After several attempts, he was still lying on the ground, unable to move.

"Your physical strength and strength are far from those of the police officers sent before. How did you become a trainee inspector?"

Klein turned over on the ground with difficulty, and complained inwardly, I am a "diver", not a "corpse collector" and a "sleepless person", and I have no physical fitness bonus.

But these couldn't be said, Klein's lips trembled:

"Uh, I'm the brain type, and I rarely do physical training."

Klein's fighting training teacher is named Gao Wen. His blond hair is very short, his temples are already white, the skin on his face has traces of wind and frost, and the forehead, crow's feet, and nasolabial lines are deep and obvious.

At this moment, he was sitting in the rocking chair and glanced at Klein:

"College Students?"

Klein blinked twice, wondering:

"Do you know my information?"

"Don't take me as an antique. I know that the police department occasionally recruits students from universities. After all, those guys who have turned from sheriffs to police officers are not good at thinking. Only you college students will directly give you the status of trainee inspectors. ."

Alas, although it is not an antique, but you want to go wrong! And listen to what you mean, you have great opinions on the police!

Without arguing, Klein just wanted to continue lying down for a while. The next second, Gawain had already got up from the rocking chair, directly supporting his armpits with both hands, and lifted Klein directly from the ground.

The tall Gawain lifted Klein to the point where his feet were off the ground. Klein only felt that he was like a cat being lifted by someone, and his shoulders sagged weakly like limp noodles.

"Stand up, stand up straight!"

After finally standing up straight with the help of Gawain, Klein slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and heard Gawain shouting in his ear:

"5 sets of skipping rope, hurry up, and then you will end today's training."

Klein walked to the side with difficulty, picked up the skipping rope, and started the last five sets of exercises.

When he reached the third set of training~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Mr. Gao Wen's door was knocked, and after two knocks, the person who came directly pushed the door open and ran in, a little out of breath. It was a tall man in his thirties, with a missing index finger on his left hand and a newspaper in his hand.

"Greet, what happened?"

Gawain motioned Klein to stop and walked to Glitter, who did not speak, and handed the newspaper in his hand to Gawain. Gawain took over the newspaper, which was the Tussock Newspaper, and he keenly noticed an obituary above:

"The venerable and merciful Mr. Werther Gold passed away at 7.15pm on July 16th due to a damaged lung and his funeral will be held at Greene Cemetery at 9.00am on July 19th, Obituary here."

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