"Okay." Although Xio was still confused and didn't understand why the other party asked him to do something, he still agreed.

At least she doesn't see obvious harm right now.

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Throughout the day on Sunday, Klein was busy buying chairs, tea sets, and mending clothes. He spent a total of 6 pounds and 9 soli to restore the living room, dining room, and himself to their original state.

"It's really a loss. I hope the police department can finally compensate me for my loss from Meursault's inheritance. Hey, I don't have much hope, at most a part." Klein put away the invoices and receipts, waiting for them to be useful later. opportunity.

Of course, purely from the perspective of income, he actually earned a lot. Meursault's Extraordinary characteristics are worth at least 300 pounds, or even more.

And the premise of all this is that Klein has access to the circle of Extraordinary people.

After dinner, Klein put on a solid-colored sweater, a gray-blue worker's coat, and a peaked cap. He went out again, changed trains twice, and arrived at Iron Gate Street in the Backlund Bridge area.

After walking a few steps, he saw the "Brave Bar", the black wooden gate that seemed to be heavy, and a strong man with his arms folded close to two meters.

The strong man looked at Klein, but he didn't stop him from pushing the door in. He just twitched his throat when he heard the sound of cheers and toasts inside.

This time period was the peak of the bar business. Before Klein entered, he felt the heat wave blowing against his face, smelled the strong aroma of malt wine, and heard loud and noisy voices.

Not surprisingly, he saw two tables in the center of the bar, one where a dog-and-mouse match was being staged, and the other where two boxers were waiting patiently, preparing for the upcoming fight.

The smell of wine was mixed with the smell of sweat. Klein lifted his gold-rimmed glasses, pinched his nose, and squeezed his way to the bar counter while protecting his belongings.

Before the bartender could speak, he said first, "A glass of Southwell beer."

This is the best beer produced by the Kingdom of Loen.

"Five pence." The bartender replied familiarly.

Klein took out a handful of coins, counted 5p to the other party, and exchanged for a large wooden cup filled with golden liquor. The aroma of beer was rich and attractive.

"In front of it, a lot of beer can't even be called wine, it can only be regarded as a drink." The bartender laughed.

Klein picked it up and drank it, only to find it refreshing and refreshing. At first, it was bitter and fragrant, then the taste of malt surged out, and the aftertaste was a little sweet.

Putting down the cup, he glanced at the delicate and white foam, and took the opportunity to ask, "Where is Caspers Kanlinin?"

The bartender stopped wiping the cup, looked up at him for a few seconds, and pointed to the side: "In the billiard room No. 3."

In the spirit of not wasting money, Klein brought the cup and walked to the No. 3 billiard room.

He just knocked lightly, and the door creaked and swung open.

The two men holding billiard cue sticks inside stopped and looked at the door together.

"I'm looking for Kaspers Kanlinin." In the silent atmosphere, Klein hastily added, "The 'old man' introduced it."

Hearing this sentence, the half-century old man with a big nose and a linen shirt said in a deep voice, "Come in."

He has a large, mouth-turning scar that stretches from the corner of his right eye to the right side of his mouth, and his nose is typical of rosacea, almost entirely tinged with red.

Klein walked in slowly with a cup in his hand, only to see Kanlining's billiard opponent put down the pole skillfully, left the room, and closed the door smoothly.

Kaspers Kanlinin limped around and asked, "What do you want?"

"A powerful special revolver and fifty rounds of ammunition." Klein took another sip of Southwell beer. JrNovels.com