"A visitor, I have something to ask for your help." Emlyn smiled proudly without revealing his identity.

Such an attitude and this feeling gave Leonard an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he saw himself in the past, always thinking that he was the most special one, the protagonist of the era.

He cleared his throat and said, "I'm just an ordinary citizen, and I don't accept commissions.

"You can go to the private investigator if you have anything to do."

Emlyn White smiled and said, "Only you can accomplish this."

He glanced left and right, and continued: "I want to buy a magical item that can steal other people's extraordinary abilities."

Leonard focused his eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

At this time, Emlyn didn't answer right away, but instead looked around and said with a tsk-tsk smile: "It's really powerful, I was dragged into a dream almost without noticing it."

He was not in a hurry to leave here, and took out the small badge from "The World" on Leonard Mitchell's solemn face.

Leonard took a look, his expression softened a little, he tilted his head slightly, and paused for a few seconds.

Without a sound, Emlyn White saw the scene around him quickly shatter and disappear, like glass being broken at the same time.

Leonard snorted and pointed to the room: "Come in and we'll talk."

Hearing Leonard Mitchell's invitation, Emlyn was not afraid. Holding a silk top hat, with a vague smile, he entered the house calmly.

He didn't take off his coat, because the "Professor of Potions" always carried a lot of auxiliary items on his body, and it was not so beautiful after losing the cover.

Emlyn just sat down wearing a straight tuxedo, leaning his back against the back support, and said leisurely, "Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome.

"If yes, just quote the price, if not, just tell the truth.

"Of course, I'm pretty sure you have."

He chuckled lightly, and his bright red eyes reflected Leonard Mitchell's figure who didn't care about the neat clothes.

This kind of scene where I know what secrets you have, but you don't know anything about me makes Emlyn feel comfortable physically and mentally, and feels extremely superior.

Leonard combed his black hair with his fingers, sat casually on the opposite chair, smiled without showing any panic or doubt, and said, "At least I have to know who wants it."

"Maybe it's me, maybe it's my friend." Emlyn lifted his chin slightly and smiled gracefully.

Leonard narrowed his eyes and turned his head slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

Finally, he laughed: "Well, since you have come with this badge, I will answer you frankly.

"I do have a magical item that can steal other people's extraordinary abilities, but there is only one.

"If you want to buy it, it's 7,000 pounds, and no counter-offer is accepted."

7000 pounds? Similar magical items are so expensive? Although he didn't have to pay for it himself, Emlyn was still taken aback, almost unable to maintain the demeanor of the blood clan.

He has automatically converted the money into how many dolls and how many sets of doll dresses in his mind.

After two seconds of silence, Emlyn smiled and said, "Let me think about it and give you an answer in the next two days."

"Yes." Leonard Mitchell hooked the corner of his mouth.

After leaving the house at No. 7 Pinster Street, Emlyn hired a rented carriage to the steam subway station in the North District as if nothing had happened, and returned all the way to the South District of the bridge. JrNovels.com