Chapter: 1885
He immediately ended the summoning, returned directly above the gray mist, and disappeared into the sewer.
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On Monday morning, the bright sunshine penetrated the thin clouds and sprinkled every corner of Backlund.
Emlyn White pulled down his silk top hat, and while leaving the carriage, walked towards the Harvest Church, half-closed his eyes and muttered: "The weather is really bad...
"Becklund's worst season is coming soon..."
He was about to step up the steps when he suddenly saw a newspaper boy approaching him, handing over a copy of "Tasok Newspaper" and saying, "Sir, this morning's newspaper!"
Emlyn was about to refuse, but found that the other party was holding a small piece of paper with his fingers holding the newspaper.
...Emlyn calmly took out a 1-penny copper coin, handed it to the other party, and took the "Tasoke" and the note.
Before entering Harvest Church, he quickly unfolded the latter and browsed through it: "The person you are looking for has a clue, please come to the Bar of the Brave."
At 9:30 in the morning, Backlund Bridge area, Iron Gate Street, Bar of the Brave.
After Emlyn White got off the carriage, he stood there blankly, staring blankly ahead, almost forgetting to avoid the sunlight.
At this time, the main entrance of the bar was firmly closed, with no sign of opening.
As a Strigoi who seldom comes out for activities and has only entered a bar like this a few times at night, Emlyn never thought that the other party would not open the door in the morning. After reading the note, he turned around and left the Harvest Church excitedly. Came here by means of transportation, hoping to get the information as soon as possible.
In order to save time, he even endured the cramped environment and bad smell of the steam subway.
At this moment, Emlyn was a little angry, but he knew clearly that he was the one who made the mistake, so he could only keep a straight face, and walked around Iron Gate Street slowly, expressing that he didn't come in vain.
Just as he was about to get close to a rented carriage parked on the street, he suddenly saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.
The other party was wearing a brown bowler hat, an old overcoat, and a very torn satchel. He was Ian, a black market arms and intelligence dealer.
Hehe, my intuition is still very accurate, I knew he would appear so early! Emlyn turned his anger into joy, put his hands in his pockets, walked over leisurely, stood in front of Ian, and said with a chuckle, "Good morning."
Ian raised his head and glanced at the handsome man in front of him, and responded with a little surprise: "Good morning, Mr. White, you should be here in the evening."
"It seems very suitable now." Emlyn smiled in a good mood, "Ian, why do you wear the same clothes and do similar outfits every time I see you?"
Ian said indifferently: "It makes me appear more mature and low-key.
"Of course, the main reason is that I have no money."
He added the last sentence in a joking tone.
"I'm looking forward to you wearing it like this in summer." Emlyn sneered.
"Then I will take off my coat." Ian said as he took out two pieces of paper from his worn satchel. It was the "reward order" that Emlyn had given him before. "Someone has seen this person in the East District."
He handed one of the papers to Emlyn, on which Argos was marked.
Seeing that there were indeed clues of "primordial moon" believers, Emlyn happily asked, "Where is he?"
Ian didn't answer, just looked at him and smiled without saying a word.
Emlyn already had experience, so he immediately took out his wallet and counted 150 pounds to the other party: "This is your reward."
Ian smiled and said, "It's still halfway." JrNovels.com
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On Monday morning, the bright sunshine penetrated the thin clouds and sprinkled every corner of Backlund.
Emlyn White pulled down his silk top hat, and while leaving the carriage, walked towards the Harvest Church, half-closed his eyes and muttered: "The weather is really bad...
"Becklund's worst season is coming soon..."
He was about to step up the steps when he suddenly saw a newspaper boy approaching him, handing over a copy of "Tasok Newspaper" and saying, "Sir, this morning's newspaper!"
Emlyn was about to refuse, but found that the other party was holding a small piece of paper with his fingers holding the newspaper.
...Emlyn calmly took out a 1-penny copper coin, handed it to the other party, and took the "Tasoke" and the note.
Before entering Harvest Church, he quickly unfolded the latter and browsed through it: "The person you are looking for has a clue, please come to the Bar of the Brave."
At 9:30 in the morning, Backlund Bridge area, Iron Gate Street, Bar of the Brave.
After Emlyn White got off the carriage, he stood there blankly, staring blankly ahead, almost forgetting to avoid the sunlight.
At this time, the main entrance of the bar was firmly closed, with no sign of opening.
As a Strigoi who seldom comes out for activities and has only entered a bar like this a few times at night, Emlyn never thought that the other party would not open the door in the morning. After reading the note, he turned around and left the Harvest Church excitedly. Came here by means of transportation, hoping to get the information as soon as possible.
In order to save time, he even endured the cramped environment and bad smell of the steam subway.
At this moment, Emlyn was a little angry, but he knew clearly that he was the one who made the mistake, so he could only keep a straight face, and walked around Iron Gate Street slowly, expressing that he didn't come in vain.
Just as he was about to get close to a rented carriage parked on the street, he suddenly saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.
The other party was wearing a brown bowler hat, an old overcoat, and a very torn satchel. He was Ian, a black market arms and intelligence dealer.
Hehe, my intuition is still very accurate, I knew he would appear so early! Emlyn turned his anger into joy, put his hands in his pockets, walked over leisurely, stood in front of Ian, and said with a chuckle, "Good morning."
Ian raised his head and glanced at the handsome man in front of him, and responded with a little surprise: "Good morning, Mr. White, you should be here in the evening."
"It seems very suitable now." Emlyn smiled in a good mood, "Ian, why do you wear the same clothes and do similar outfits every time I see you?"
Ian said indifferently: "It makes me appear more mature and low-key.
"Of course, the main reason is that I have no money."
He added the last sentence in a joking tone.
"I'm looking forward to you wearing it like this in summer." Emlyn sneered.
"Then I will take off my coat." Ian said as he took out two pieces of paper from his worn satchel. It was the "reward order" that Emlyn had given him before. "Someone has seen this person in the East District."
He handed one of the papers to Emlyn, on which Argos was marked.
Seeing that there were indeed clues of "primordial moon" believers, Emlyn happily asked, "Where is he?"
Ian didn't answer, just looked at him and smiled without saying a word.
Emlyn already had experience, so he immediately took out his wallet and counted 150 pounds to the other party: "This is your reward."
Ian smiled and said, "It's still halfway." JrNovels.com
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