Chapter: 1065
Fors laughed heartily and said, "I hope to have the stomach of a spirit eater."
Before her teacher Dorian Gray left, she taught her how to act, and gave her a "Master of Conjuring" potion formula, asking her to try to find extraordinary materials by herself. If you don't get it all together, write to him again to ask him for help.
This caused Forsi to fall into a state of confusion: "What was the purpose of buying the formula and acting method of 'Master of Magic' at a huge price?"
"So far, the Tarot Society has had the greatest effect on me, and the most irreplaceable thing is the precautions taught by Mister 'The Hanged Man' and Miss 'Justice', as well as the interference of Mister Fool on divination, otherwise I would have been The teacher found a problem and couldn't be his student..."
"Hey, think of it as the price paid for the cancellation of the full moon curse..."
While thinking about it, Forsi suddenly noticed that the house where Mr. A held the party had obviously collapsed, and there were even traces of scorched black in many places.
There's been a big fight here... who's up against Mr. A? official organization? Fors immediately hinted at Xio, and ordered the driver outside: "Not here, two streets ahead."
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"The stronghold of the Aurora Society was discovered, and the terrorist organization suffered a heavy blow"
The next morning, as soon as Klein opened the newspaper, he saw the news.
"I wish Mr. A will die in this siege." He solemnly drew a crimson moon on his chest.
He had already thrown the mutated pituitary gland and blood of the Thousand-Faced Hunter's brain that he traded last night onto the gray mist, so as not to lose them.
Even if I die, they won't be thrown away... Klein very reassuringly forked a piece of bacon and chewed.
After the transaction last night, his cash fell back to less than 1,000 pounds, and only 735 pounds were left. He could also buy the hair of the deep sea naga, and he was unable to take into account the characteristics of the human-skinned shadow.
With no better clues or money, Klein rested at home for a whole morning, and after lunch, he dressed up and went out, heading straight to the Backlund Bridge area.
He made an agreement with Carlson of "Mechanical Heart" that if he has any information, he will go to the "Lucky Bar" near the West Balam Dock to find the other party. If the news is particularly important and the other party is not there, he will go directly to the Leverage Church. Anyway, Sherlock . Moriarty is not a member of any secret organization, so there is no need to act cautiously.
There weren't many customers in the "Lucky Bar" in the afternoon, and Klein immediately saw Carlson sitting in the corner of the bar drinking alone.
He walked over, knocked on the table, and lowered his voice to report: "Many people in the East District are spreading the belief in the original creator."
Carlson drank the wine made from pure malt, and replied noncommittally: "I see."
Sure enough... Klein whispered a word, then smiled and said, "I have a clue about the tombs of the nobles of the Fourth Epoch."
"ah?"
Carlson stopped holding the wine glass, looked sideways at Klein in astonishment, and subconsciously pushed his heavy glasses.
However, he found that Detective Sherlock Moriarty did not describe the follow-up. Instead, he looked at the bartender a few steps away, and said with a leisurely smile, "A glass of Southwell beer."
Seeing the Southwell beer with white and fine foam being placed in front of Sherlock Moriarty, Carlson finally came to his senses.
Waiting for the bartender to move away from here, he lowered his voice and asked, "What do you want?"
Klein picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and took a few seconds to savor the malt aroma and the faint aftertaste after the bitterness.
"Cheers!" He looked sideways at Carlson and raised his glass with a smile.
Carlson shook his head and rejected his invitation without hesitation, and muttered: "Your is beer, and mine is strong distilled liquor, which is not suitable for toasting."
Klein himself was just putting on a show, took another sip of the Southwell beer, looked ahead, and said with a smile: "What I want is very simple.
"I don't know what's in the tomb, so I can only describe it vaguely, um... I hope I can pick one from your exploration of the tomb. I'm not greedy, and it won't involve high-level items. , even if there is, I dare not ask for it. JrNovels.com
Before her teacher Dorian Gray left, she taught her how to act, and gave her a "Master of Conjuring" potion formula, asking her to try to find extraordinary materials by herself. If you don't get it all together, write to him again to ask him for help.
This caused Forsi to fall into a state of confusion: "What was the purpose of buying the formula and acting method of 'Master of Magic' at a huge price?"
"So far, the Tarot Society has had the greatest effect on me, and the most irreplaceable thing is the precautions taught by Mister 'The Hanged Man' and Miss 'Justice', as well as the interference of Mister Fool on divination, otherwise I would have been The teacher found a problem and couldn't be his student..."
"Hey, think of it as the price paid for the cancellation of the full moon curse..."
While thinking about it, Forsi suddenly noticed that the house where Mr. A held the party had obviously collapsed, and there were even traces of scorched black in many places.
There's been a big fight here... who's up against Mr. A? official organization? Fors immediately hinted at Xio, and ordered the driver outside: "Not here, two streets ahead."
����
"The stronghold of the Aurora Society was discovered, and the terrorist organization suffered a heavy blow"
The next morning, as soon as Klein opened the newspaper, he saw the news.
"I wish Mr. A will die in this siege." He solemnly drew a crimson moon on his chest.
He had already thrown the mutated pituitary gland and blood of the Thousand-Faced Hunter's brain that he traded last night onto the gray mist, so as not to lose them.
Even if I die, they won't be thrown away... Klein very reassuringly forked a piece of bacon and chewed.
After the transaction last night, his cash fell back to less than 1,000 pounds, and only 735 pounds were left. He could also buy the hair of the deep sea naga, and he was unable to take into account the characteristics of the human-skinned shadow.
With no better clues or money, Klein rested at home for a whole morning, and after lunch, he dressed up and went out, heading straight to the Backlund Bridge area.
He made an agreement with Carlson of "Mechanical Heart" that if he has any information, he will go to the "Lucky Bar" near the West Balam Dock to find the other party. If the news is particularly important and the other party is not there, he will go directly to the Leverage Church. Anyway, Sherlock . Moriarty is not a member of any secret organization, so there is no need to act cautiously.
There weren't many customers in the "Lucky Bar" in the afternoon, and Klein immediately saw Carlson sitting in the corner of the bar drinking alone.
He walked over, knocked on the table, and lowered his voice to report: "Many people in the East District are spreading the belief in the original creator."
Carlson drank the wine made from pure malt, and replied noncommittally: "I see."
Sure enough... Klein whispered a word, then smiled and said, "I have a clue about the tombs of the nobles of the Fourth Epoch."
"ah?"
Carlson stopped holding the wine glass, looked sideways at Klein in astonishment, and subconsciously pushed his heavy glasses.
However, he found that Detective Sherlock Moriarty did not describe the follow-up. Instead, he looked at the bartender a few steps away, and said with a leisurely smile, "A glass of Southwell beer."
Seeing the Southwell beer with white and fine foam being placed in front of Sherlock Moriarty, Carlson finally came to his senses.
Waiting for the bartender to move away from here, he lowered his voice and asked, "What do you want?"
Klein picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and took a few seconds to savor the malt aroma and the faint aftertaste after the bitterness.
"Cheers!" He looked sideways at Carlson and raised his glass with a smile.
Carlson shook his head and rejected his invitation without hesitation, and muttered: "Your is beer, and mine is strong distilled liquor, which is not suitable for toasting."
Klein himself was just putting on a show, took another sip of the Southwell beer, looked ahead, and said with a smile: "What I want is very simple.
"I don't know what's in the tomb, so I can only describe it vaguely, um... I hope I can pick one from your exploration of the tomb. I'm not greedy, and it won't involve high-level items. , even if there is, I dare not ask for it. JrNovels.com
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