Primordial Sequence

In Billing City, Camus woke up from his dream. He quickly took out the meteorologist's formula and read it carefully.

"Meteorologist's recipe: One storm grass, ten grams of ice crystal powder, gallbladder of thunder fish, ten grams of bitter rain, one fog forest grass, ten grams of activated alkaline water, one portion of Mira Sea Monster's mucus , ten grams of transfiguration powder." Looking at the information above, Kamiao took a deep breath, and suddenly realized that the meteorologist had no knowledge of promotion. Why didn't Huang Jintian give him the knowledge of promotion? Moreover, I am not very familiar with Bilin City, and I don’t know much about the extraordinary gathering place here. The latter is really simple, but do meteorologists really have no knowledge about advancement?

"This sequence is the latest one. There is no reference at all. It's troublesome." Camus was helpless and could only continue. He lay on the bed and slept. He planned to go to Queens and Justice Street to visit the old man Roy tomorrow. Most of the nobles were there. It's an extraordinary person. Maybe he can find the exchange of extraordinary people from Roy.

Early the next morning, Camus walked out of the hotel. Today was a rare good weather. Because the snow was lighter and it was not so white, there were more pedestrians on the road. Camus stopped a public carriage and took a ride. Got in.

"Trouble, No. 55, Justice Street, Queens." Upon hearing this, the driver turned around and ran towards Queen Street.

After an hour's journey, Camus saw single-family houses arranged neatly in the wind and snow. Compared with the houses on other streets, the buildings here were more gorgeous, and the pedestrians on the road were also more elegantly dressed. Camus paid the coachman 2 silver coins. After paying the toll, I couldn’t help but lament again that the consumption in Bilin City is too high.

In front of the single-family villa No. 55, Camus patted the wind and snow on his body, arranged his clothes and pulled the doorbell. As the doorbell rang, there were rapid footsteps in the house, and soon a fat middle-aged woman came. He opened the anti-theft net and looked over. She was wearing a black and white maid uniform. When she saw that Kamius was a handsome young man, there was a hint of contempt in her eyes.

"Sorry, if you are looking for investment, you can go. Our husband and wife have already invested. Or if you are selling some product, you can give me your product introduction and I will forward it to Mr. Roy. ." Hearing that the other party recognized him as a salesman, Camus took off his hat and bowed slightly.

"My name is Sherlock Conan. Please inform Baron Roy that I am here to visit."

The maid heard that Camus was not a salesman, and after taking a look at Camus, she turned and left. Only then did Camus see the layout of the house clearly. In front of the three-story house was a garden with some kind of green plant growing in it. Plants, and an exquisite iron fence outside the garden surrounded the house. Through the gaps in the anti-theft net, Camus could see the exquisite furniture and luxurious carpets inside. There were even a few good-looking ones on the opposite wall. Oil painting, it seems that Roy has a really good taste in life.

"Tata..." After a while, the fat maid changed her clothes and came over with a solemn expression. She opened the door and lowered her head slightly.

"Welcome to William's house. Mr. Roy and Mrs. Roy are having morning tea. Please come with me." After saying that, the fat maid led Camus to change into slippers, took Camus' windbreaker, and pointed to a place. Double door openings.

"Sir, Mr. Roy is inside, I have something to do." After saying that, the fat maid hung up Camus' clothes and turned to the kitchen. Camus took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Oh... look who is here? Isn't this my dear friend Conan?" I saw a rectangular round table in the middle. At both ends of the round table were Roy and his wife, with boxes standing behind them. There was a maid. There were exquisite milk tea and pastries on the table in front of her. The red charcoal in the fireplace next to her was emitting a faint fragrance. Roy stood up after seeing Camus. He hugged Camus and asked the servant to A stool was added and a cup of milk tea was given to him.

"Oh, dear Mr. Roy, good morning. It seems that I am lucky." Camus sat down and replied at this time. He also saw Mrs. Roy at the other end of the table. Mrs. Roy was painted red. He wears lipstick and has heavy makeup on his face with some wrinkles. He has golden curly hair and is dressed gorgeously. Judging from his face, Mrs. Roy must have been an exquisite and beautiful girl when she was young, but Camus was not in the mood to appreciate it. God knows how intense the scene he saw in the mirror was, and who knows how this elegant lady behaved in bed.

"Ahem... Good morning, Mrs. Roy." Thinking of the bad scene, Camus tried to make her facial expression look calmer and greeted in a low voice.

"Is this your friend? Roy? Why haven't I seen him before?" Seeing Roy's eyes, Camus spoke first.

"Mrs. Roy, I am a writer, mainly writing maritime legends. I only met Mr. Roy not long ago."

"Yes, Mr. Conan is a good writer, and I am very satisfied with his books." After hearing the introduction, Roy also spoke softly, to help Camus.

"Oh...that's it. You guys can talk, I'm going out." After hearing that Camus was a writer, Mrs. Roy didn't pay attention. She picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth before leaving with the maid.

Seeing his wife leaving, Roy raised his milk tea cup and smiled.

"I thought you wouldn't come to me? Were you satisfied yesterday?" Seeing Roy's joking expression, Camus smiled slightly.

"It's not bad. It seems like you are a regular visitor here? It seems that you and your wife have a very harmonious relationship." Camus raised the milk tea and said with a smile. Roy smiled when he heard this.

"Financial freedom and emotional freedom are what we are pursuing. I talked to her yesterday and I got a satisfactory answer."

"That's good, Mr. Roy, what do you think of the club?" Camus was not interested in paying attention to other people's private lives. She wanted to elicit some questions from Roy, an old fox.

"Oh...the club."

When he heard about the club, Roy's face became a little calm, and he looked at Camus and spoke in a low voice.

"As for his origin, I think you should know. The forces behind him are so complicated that you can't even imagine it. In short, it's enough to have fun and drink."

Hearing Roy's warning, Camus glanced at the maid behind her, and only spoke calmly when she saw Roy nodding towards her.

"I'm very interested in those mysterious powers. Do you have a way here? Of course I will pay you."

"Squeak..." At this time, the fat maid came in with an apple cake. She placed the cake in front of Camus and walked out. Roy didn't speak in a low voice until she left.

"Are you curious about those short-lived powers? If I were you, I wouldn't touch them. My wife just got those mysterious powers and there are some problems." Hearing Roy's description of the extraordinary powers, Kamius' lips curled up. After all, it is true that for ordinary people, extraordinary abilities have too much uncertainty, and there is no problem in understanding them as short-lived abilities.

"I'm just curious, do you have a way?" Kamius continued to speak in a low voice. Roy took a sip of milk tea and spoke calmly.

"The reward is not yours. You can go to the Jialan Exchange on Shenlan Street. It is said that there is an underground market where extraordinary people trade."

Camus immediately wrote down the address. At this moment, Mrs. Roy opened the door and walked in. He licked his lips at Camus very seductively. Camus almost vomited when he saw it, and Luo When Yi saw this scene, his face darkened.

"That's enough. We agreed that we should each play our own way. This is my friend. Please respect it."

"Humph..." Mrs. Roy snorted coldly upon hearing this, returned to her dignified appearance, and walked out carrying a lace bag.

"Haha... Sometimes I think there is something wrong with my wife. She was not like this before. But after she got some kind of extraordinary power, her behavior became more and more strange. She even recommended the club to me. ." Seeing his wife leaving, Roy smiled bitterly and told the reason, while Camus rubbed her chin and thought for a while. Is there some reason why Mrs. Roy became like this? Which sequence will have this change?

After having morning tea at Roy's house, Camus rushed to the Jialan Exchange that Roy had mentioned. The Jialan Exchange was located in the port area and had a complicated staff. Camus looked at the circular building that looked like an open-air square. With a surprised look on her face, she heard a loud whistling sound outside. It seemed that there were a lot of people inside.

Camus patted the snow on his body and walked over, but the gatekeepers at the door did not even look at Camus and allowed him to go in. This made Camus feel a little nervous. Did he look in the wrong place? Aren't extraordinary transactions in secret places?

"Fuck him."

"You did blow him up."

"Hit the head, hit the head."

"Oh, what a bad luck." As the field of vision widened, Camus saw civilians standing on the entire circular building. They shouted loudly, danced and roared to the ground, and the spittle even splashed up to one meter. How high is it? Underground are two male gods wearing simple protective gear. They are fighting bloody battles underground. The man on the blue side is being pressed to the ground by the red side and is being hammered wildly. Every time he punches, It was accompanied by neat exclamations.

"Isn't this a fucking arena? What a fucking exchange. No wonder the gatekeeper at the door ignored me." Seeing this scene, Kamiao immediately understood where this place was. He looked around and cursed.

"Sir, do you want to place a bet?" This was a boy wearing an ill-fitting suit with a snot on his face who reminded Camus. Camus looked at it and waved his hand.

"I won't bet, you can find someone else."

"If you don't bet? Are you just buying something?" The boy said with a smile, and Kamiao lowered his head and looked down.

"Is there anyone selling anything here?"

"Hehe..." The little boy wiped his nose and made a gesture to give money. When Camus looked at it, the corner of his mouth twitched. He took out a copper coin from his purse and threw it to him. Before he could say anything, the little boy The boy looked at him with disdain.

"Send the homeless man away? One copper coin is not enough to buy a cake, at least one silver coin." Kamius looked up to the sky and sighed.

"Do children nowadays have any royal skills? Do they think that even a copper coin is too small? Is it because I am too poor, or is he too lazy?"

"It's you who are poor, not me. Be quick, I have other businesses." Upon hearing this, the little boy looked at Camus with even more disdain, and raised his snot-stained hands high.

"Here, lead the way." Camus advised himself, don't be angry, don't be angry, he took out a silver coin and threw it out, silently following the little boy. The little boy took Camus and turned left and right, and came to a wooden door. , he said something to the gatekeeper, pointed to Camus, and walked into the wooden door with Camus.

"Follow me." The little boy led Camus down the deep stairs and brought Camus to an underground circular building full of people in black. Camus immediately saw a stone table with a Every piece of extraordinary material has some magical power.