Primordial Sequence

After accurately obtaining the specific abilities of the meteorologist, Camus stopped wandering around. He wanted to go to the underground black market to buy a gun for self-defense, but all his belongings were only three silver coins. Camus had no choice but to go to the club to get some food. After all, it was 50 gold coins a month. He would feel distressed if he didn't go.

After changing into his previous appearance in the alley, Camus walked forward slowly. At this moment, a luxurious carriage stopped in front of him. The old man he saw on the third floor a few days ago jumped off the carriage with brisk steps. He also saw Camus beside the carriage. He showed a meaningful smile and extended his hand politely.

"Saruman, hello, nice to meet you." Camus looked at his eyes quietly with his calm eyes and extended his hand.

"Conan."

As soon as their hands touched, Saruman felt that Camus's hand was as cold as ice. He withdrew his hand without changing his expression and made a gesture of invitation.

"It was my mistake last time, Mr. Conan. To express my apology, please go first."

"Oh... It seems that this is the second time we meet? It's not an apology. I'll go in first." Camus smiled and turned to walk inside, leaving Saruman a little embarrassed, but he didn't care. He looked at Camus' back and fell into deep thought.

"Which path is this extraordinary person? Is he from that family again? Logically, if he is a noble, he should know my identity. Interesting."

"Lord Saruman, Ms. Rona is waiting for you in the room. I will pick you up in an hour." The coachman saw that his master was still in the wind and snow, and kindly reminded him. Saruman took out his pocket watch and took a look, and spoke in a low voice.

"I will postpone the conversation with 'Lucky Shipping' for an hour. You will pick me up in two hours."

"As you command, my master." The coachman put his hand on his chest and drove away.

On Camus' side, two ladies came to greet him as soon as he entered the house, but Linka was not among them. Camus touched his chin and whispered to a lady.

"Where's Linka? Does she have an appointment or something?" This time, a round-faced lady received Camus. He looked at the young and handsome Camus and whispered.

"Mr. Conan, Linka has an appointment, but she should be coming down soon. If you specifically ask for her service, I'll ask him to find you when she comes down."

"Oh, how about this, you don't have to take me to the restaurant on the second floor. I want to eat something first." Hearing that Linka had an appointment, Camus whispered. He just came here to get some food and take a break. It doesn't matter who serves him.

"Okay, Mr. Conan, please follow me." The round-faced lady heard it, bent down slightly and took Camus to the second floor.

"How do you know my name is Conan?" Camus asked curiously while walking on the road.

"You are a new member. We will take down your portrait." The round-faced lady answered while pushing open the double doors. The club's restaurant was elegantly laid out. The modern walls were decorated with exquisite gas lamps. The tables were made of glass. The maids were all young ladies. There were a few gentlemen sitting in twos and threes. Some of them even nodded to Camus when they saw him come in. Camus nodded slightly and sat down at random.

"Lamb, apple pie, orange juice, a piece of white bread. Sit down. What do you need?" Camus whispered without looking at the menu. He handed the menu to the round-faced lady. He wanted to eat alone, but there was a lady next to every man in the restaurant, so he didn't intend to be too unconventional.

"Yode red wine, sour plum soup, white bread, strawberry jam." The round-faced lady looked at the menu and whispered to the maid.

"How many members do you have here?" Seeing the maid leave, Camus took the towel handed over by the maid, wiped his hands, and spoke lightly.

"132 people, Mr. Conan. Most of the members are nobles, and a small number are big businessmen and social elites, including famous doctors, lawyers, investors, etc." The round-faced lady squatted on the chair and spoke elegantly.

"Oh... So that's how it is. Where is your home?" Camus leaned on the chair and spoke lazily. Hearing his question, the round-faced lady pondered for a moment and spoke in a low voice.

"This is my home."

"Oh... The food is here, let's eat." Camus, who got the answer, stopped asking. At this time, the maid also came with food.

The two ate in silence. At this time, the door at the door opened. The old man who had been seen before walked in with a woman who was more beautiful than the ladies present. Seeing him come in, everyone in the restaurant stood up and signaled, but Camus just took a look and lowered his head to eat. The round-faced lady saw that Camus was unmoved and wanted to remind him, but Saruman had already walked over. He looked at Camus who ignored him and smiled softly.

"Maybe we are destined to be together, Mr. Conan."

"It's not uncommon to meet in such a small place." Camus wiped his hands with a napkin, stood up, and said with a smile.

"May I have the honor to invite you to have lunch together?" Saruman looked at Camus, who was full of gunpowder, and pointed to a large dining table and said with a faint smile.

"Oh... I've finished eating. Maybe next time." Camus pointed at the food residue on the table and said. Although he only ate half a hug, he didn't want to have any intersection with this old man. If he hadn't been incapable last time, he would have killed this old man in the club that day. The evil spirit that went in with Linka was not an ordinary evil spirit. That thing was an evil baby, an evil baby that could only be cultivated by vicious means.

"It seems that I don't have that blessing anymore, right? Mr. Conan?" Camus' repeated refusals also made Saruman, who was well-behaved, a little angry. His gloomy face threatened Camus.

Kamiao looked at it, smiled slightly, took a sip of orange juice, turned and left.

"We'll see."

Everyone in the restaurant was stunned when they saw Camus acting like this and not showing any fear towards Count Saruman. Everyone looked at him in astonishment with their mouths wide open, and the whole restaurant could hear the drop of a needle.

"Mr. Conan, he is..." At this time, the round-faced lady came back to her senses when she saw Camus leaving. She wanted to remind him who this was, but Camus' words brought him back to reality.

"If you want to introduce who this Mr. Saruman is, forget it. If Linka comes down, ask her to come to me."

"Bang..." The door closed, and everyone's eyes turned to the gloomy Saruman. Seeing his angry face, some sensible nobles immediately lowered their heads.

"Bang..." Saruman picked up his cane and smashed the table where Kamius was sitting to pieces. He turned around and left angrily.

"It's over, something big happened."

"That young man is finished. Who is he?"

"Alas... young people are ignorant." Seeing the Earl leaving, the nobles started talking a lot. Everyone was not optimistic about Camus, and even some curious people began to ask about Camus' origins.

"I don't know, he was recommended by Baron Roy."

"Roy? That loser?"

…

As soon as Kamiao left the house, he began to think about whether he was too impulsive today. This was not his past style. It seemed that he was not weak in his hometown. After thinking about it, he wanted to throw away the worries in his mind.

"I'm afraid of a hammer. I've been a grandson for half a year, and it's my turn to rise up. Even if I can't fight and escape, it's still no problem. If I don't blow up these big shots, how will I know who is behind them? You can't dig it out with these ladies. What a secret." Thinking of Kamius, he turned around and went up to the third floor. Why are you being cowardly? That's it.

After going out, Saruman was awakened by a burst of cold air. He looked back at the tall club and spoke in a low voice.

"Is it intentional, or is he really just a fool? Should we check his background first before taking action?" After thinking for a moment, for the sake of safety, Saruman got on the carriage and left. He planned to investigate the card first. Let’s start with the wonderful story.

Camus didn't know what Saruman was thinking. After he walked up the stairs, the blood in his heart gradually disappeared. He immediately turned around and went downstairs, ready to leave. At this moment, a door on the third floor opened. , a middle-aged gentleman walked out with a satisfied look on his face, and he also saw Camus with an indifferent look on his face.

"Mr. Conan." At this time, Linka walked out from behind the door with a painful look on her face and body. There were a few bruises on her face and body. When she saw Camus, she immediately pulled up her clothes and bent down to salute. .

"I'll come back next time." Seeing her like this, Camus suddenly felt an indescribable discomfort in his heart. He seemed to sympathize with these ladies from the bottom of his heart. This strange feeling made him run away from here.

Seeing how weird Mr. Conan was today, Linka had a slight smile on her pale face. This was the first time that he discovered that Mr. Conan was such a person. Last time he woke up, he found that his clothes were well worn. Mr. Conan She didn't do anything to herself, which made her think that maybe there are not only evil people in this world, but also good people.

"What's the situation? Why do I sympathize with them?" After going out, Camus looked at his hands with a surprised expression. He clearly knew his character and this was an impossible performance.

Because of today's incident, Camus suddenly lost his mood. He used his only three silver coins to buy some meteorological books and returned home.

"I paid half a month's rent for the hotel. It's not urgent, but I have to eat and live? Do I really want to commit robbery?"

Seeing that there were no big words in his pocket, Kamuo smiled bitterly and said, "It's better than Lin City, but the consumption is too high, let alone expensive extraordinary materials. The price of stage one materials and the price of stage two materials are completely different." World, he knows the complete path and formula of the meteorologist, but the makeup artist's formula for stage three is also a big trouble. Currently, he has no news in this regard.

After thinking about the follow-up plan, Camus began to read books about meteorology.

Meteorology: It is a special kind of weather that has existed since the beginning of life. It includes wind and rain, thunderstorms, heat and cold. The operation of life revolves around the development of weather...

It was late at night before he knew it, and Kamius worked tirelessly to absorb knowledge about meteorology, even to the point of falling asleep with the book in hand.

"You are the great Crimson King, you are the great sage who knows everything, you are the eternal prophet who sees through the fog, you are the omnipotent king, you are the original king of changing women, our red Emperor, the respected Red Emperor..." As soon as Camus fell asleep, he heard dense prayers. These prayers went from far to near, and became more and more deeply rooted in people's hearts. Camus looked at the surrounding fog in surprise, and only saw the Red Castle. He was standing in front of him, and those voices were coming from all directions.

"What happened? Why are you here again?"