The sin of wearing a crown

How do extraordinary people fight with each other?

Lin En had an inner assessment after observing the [Lamp Holder].

The specific combat methods may differ depending on the extraordinary occupation, but such processes as collecting enemy information, formulating combat plans, team division, estimating unexpected situations, and delineating combat boundaries are already very proficient. I don’t know if this is the habit of the [Lamp Holder] branch, or the textbook hunting process of extraordinary people in this world. Lin En feels that its model is already the prototype of the military combat process of traveling through the former lighthouse.

The fate of that client...

Well, Linn thought it shouldn't be wonderful. He swore by the device that looked like an exoskeleton on Evonne and the steam rifle that Mr. Bill took out from the wooden box.

The Extraordinaries who believe in [Forging Molten Heart] have far greater control over mechanical creations than others, and there seems to be some mysterious connection between the two.

In order to avoid being involved in the fighting, Linn obediently obeyed the arrangement and stayed a whole block away from the fighting venue.

Compared with staying away from death, the regret of not being able to witness how extraordinary people fight can be completely ignored. Apart from anything else, Lin En didn't feel like he had received any training at all. As a half-level Sequence 9 player, he was able to overcome both psychological and physical difficulties and participate in the fight without changing his expression, even performing beyond his normal capabilities.

Those who can achieve this level are all due to the good luck and will of the chosen ones.

boom! !

Linn heard the thunderous blast of a rifle. The sudden sound of thunder made all the fish in the water tank of the nearby fish stall jump up, splashing a series of water pearls.

The people in the fish market behaved no better than the fish. Some people ran away with their heads in their hands, some looked at their heads rather than their buttocks, and some took out self-defense weapons and were on guard. Lin En had a panoramic view of all the creatures in the fish market. Compared to these people, he was just trembling with fright, and he was definitely taking it easy.

The gunfire was followed by several rhythmic explosions.

If it weren't for Bill's carbine, with so many guns, an African elephant would be knocked down. However, the possibility of Bill's marksmanship being poor is very small. The rhythm of the gunshots like a musical instrument shows everything. What's more, there is also the existence of Yevni, the team leader.

Lin En, who was nervous, clenched his fists unconsciously. He and the [Lamp Holder] were now bound by interests.

If something happens to Ye Fenni and the others, my previous efforts may be greatly compromised, and may even cause setbacks.

‘You have to work hard! ’

With dry lips, clenched fists, low breathing, and tense body, the starry-eyed young man Lin En was completely immersed in listening to the sounds. The accelerated heartbeat caused by nervousness seemed to be transmitted to the eardrums, and the flow of time between heavy exhalations and inhalations All slowed down a bit.

After maybe a minute or so, Mr. Bill's rhythmic gunfire suddenly stopped.

it's over!

From the moment he entered the fish market and pointed out the client's area to this moment, Linn could feel that the violently fluctuating pulling line snapped. The blessing state given by Miss Atali seemed to have ended here. Lin En's eyes darkened as to what the client's specific situation was.

Success?

Lin En, who was standing there and about to move forward, suddenly pulled back. He was like a student who was anxiously waiting for the results of the exam. He had no idea how he would fare after the exam. Strong memory also brought overly strong and clear emotions, and Linn found that his fingertips were actually getting wet.

"Hey! Little sir, this is not the Harvest Festival venue. Are you standing here waiting for the floats to parade? Come here!"

Bill suddenly emerged from the chaotic crowd and shouted to Linn who was not far away. His clothes were as neat as ever, not messy at all, only his boots were stained with a little green mud. The appearance of Mr. Narrow Eyes instantly relaxed the nervous and anxious Linn.

He adjusted the round collar of the shirt tied around his neck, a relaxed smile appeared on his handsome face, and he walked towards Bill with brisk steps. He walked faster and faster, as if he had finally removed the shackles on his body. Security and freedom restored.

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Of course, calling Lin En over was not for a celebration banquet, let alone to play Gwent.

Eveni was handling the scene, and Linn was taken into the fish market steward's building by Bill without even having a chance to glance at it. The people inside looked at the Kingdom's first-class military steam rifle in Bill's hand and the [Suppression Bureau] badge displayed, and they were very wise and did not stop him at all.

"You still remember what [The Tantra of Abundance] looks like, right?" Bill confirmed to Linn.

"It's hard to forget."

Linn couldn't help but smile bitterly, how could he forget that damn papyrus book, the toilet paper that was too hard to wipe his butt, and the harmful and deadly garbage. To put it bluntly, he clearly remembered how many bug holes there were on the cover of the book.

"It seems that you also know how dangerous this thing is to those who understand it. What we have to do now is to find out this potential danger."

"Yes, sir." Lin En probably understood that his client was beaten to death for violently resisting the law.

"This is the room. Come, come in with me..."

Bill pushed open a small office at the corner of the second floor. The first thing Lynn felt about the environment inside was that it was messy. Messy pages were scattered all over the floor, and dirty wine bottles and a few leftover empty cans were placed there. At the same time, coats are also thrown away. However, the smell was within the acceptable range, and Lin En felt sad for a moment. After being baptized by garbage dumps and farm animal pens, has his environmental requirements exceeded the lower limit to this point?

Lin En's nose twitched twice, and the delicate body of Mrs. Black Grail in her consciousness trembled, and a strange color flashed through her green eyes.

Here, there is a very thin remnant of [Spring].

Compared with the "spring" that I understand, this "spring" is mixed with something else. Linn looked at Bill who was unaware and thought for a moment, but still didn't say anything more.

The office is not big, but there are many scattered pages. There were stacks of books in the drawers, on the table, and on the floor, so there weren't many places to hide things. Lynn and Bill were both looking for the "Tantrum of Abundance", but most of the pages on the floor were about stewardship work and pulp novels. Lynn briefly commented on the steward's mediocre taste and concentrated on searching.

After one lap, Bill patted the stains on his gloves and turned to look at Lynn.

"No?"

"No." Linn shook his head. Not to mention [Fruit Tantra], he didn't see anything related to [Mulan language] in the whole room. The comments made by this person on the account were all in Albion language.

Could it be that the wrong person was arrested?

Lin En came up with this idea immediately, and at the same time, the image of a ghostly creature with many legs running around under a book came to mind. Bill bit his lip. They had never thought about the situation where the person was caught but the book was not found. He pulled the chair casually, and the subtle difference in the feel made his eyes fall downwards on a twisted ring.

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