She looked back at the rows of bookshelves in the captain's room, and after pondering for a few seconds, she said to Klein, "If you are interested in these books, you can borrow them anytime during the day."

My only request is... Klein silently guessed in his heart what "Vice Admiral Iceberg" would say next.

"My only condition is that when you have free time, you can exchange history with me." Edwina paused, and added with bright eyes:

Klein snickered, thought for a while and said, "Okay, but I won't answer all the questions."

At the same time, he silently prayed in his heart:

I hope that in the collection of "Vice Admiral Iceberg", there are more advanced methods of making spells...

"No problem." The corners of Edwina's mouth moved slightly, and her expression became much more vivid.

"See you tomorrow." Klein immediately took off his hat, pressed his chest, and said goodbye.

Edwina also earnestly replied, "See you tomorrow."

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Backlund, Iron Gate Street, outside the "Brave Bar".

Emlyn White left the carriage, pushed open the wooden door, and walked in.

Immediately, he was stimulated by the mixed smell inside, and raised his hand in disgust to pinch his nose.

He hasn't made much progress in hunting the followers of the "primordial moon", so he plans to go to the "bar of the brave" that Sherlock Moriarty often mentions, looking for Ian, a black market weapons dealer who seems to be well-informed. ��The latter's name was inquired from other sources before Emlyn came here.

Note 1: Adapted from the lyrics of "My Sun".

After turning his body sideways to avoid a rampaging drunk, Emlyn frowned and flicked his clothes, and continued to squeeze towards the bar counter.

During this process, he didn't seem to do anything, but he always kept the drinkers around him out of reach. Regardless of his speed, agility, or body balance and coordination, they all reached a terrifying level.

Finally, Emlyn came to the bar counter and tapped on the wooden board with his fingers: "Where is Ian?"

The bartender glanced at him, didn't say a word, and continued to wipe the glass with his head down.

"..." Emlyn froze on the spot, feeling that he must have done something wrong and didn't get the expected answer. This made him a little annoyed and wanted to reach forward and drag the bartender out.

However, he thought it was ungentlemanlike, so he suppressed his emotions forcibly, looked around and found that everyone was drinking.

After thinking about it, Emlyn tentatively said, "A glass of Ormir red wine."

The bartender stopped wiping the glass, raised his head, looked at the handsome man with black hair and red pupils with weird eyes, and said, "No."

This is the top red wine in the world, and the price is astonishing!

Emlyn was not stupid. From the look in the other person's eyes, he realized that he had ordered the wrong wine, and recalled carefully, "A glass of Southwell beer."

"Five pence." The bartender finally put the glass and dishcloth down.

Emlyn directly took out a 1 soli banknote and said, "No need for change."

"Thank you." The bartender pointed to the left, "Ian is in card room No. 1."

Emlyn immediately drew a smile, happy and proud that he had solved a substantial problem. He didn't go to get the glass of Southwell beer, turned around and walked to the No. 1 card room.

Boom boom boom! He knocked on the door very politely. JrNovels.com