"I'll take you to a place. Although the people there are not as good as Maric, they are all quite powerful. As for whether a deal can be negotiated, it has nothing to do with me. However, I must warn you in advance not to anger them, otherwise you may see It won't be tomorrow's sun, of course, in Backlund after September, it is not easy to see the sun."

"Do I need to pay you?" Klein asked sincerely.

Caspers nodded in satisfaction and said:

"Two pounds."

This is enough to buy a revolver in a weapons store... Although they will list the price at more than 3 pounds, they can basically counter the price to about 2 pounds... Klein muttered, and gave Kaspers two 1-pound ones banknotes.

Caspers turned his head and said to the poker players, and led Klein, limping towards the kitchen of the bar, from there he entered the back alley, and walked around to a dark house.

He took out an iron mask that could only cover the upper half of his face, handed it to Klein, and said with a chuckle:

"Take it as if you bought it for two pounds."

I can buy many for two pounds... Klein put on the iron mask and messed up his shape on purpose.

Seeing that he was ready, Kaspers knocked on the door rhythmically.

Seven or eight seconds later, a small wooden panel on the door was suddenly pulled open, revealing the brown eyes behind it.

After being scrutinized for a while, Klein finally saw the door open backwards.

A man wearing an iron mask stood there, handed Klein a hooded robe, and said to Kaspers in a hoarse voice:

"Remember to tell me in advance next time, otherwise, hum!"

He closed the door, turned around, and led Klein through the dark living room and into the living room on the first floor.

A candle was lit on the coffee table there, and the faint yellow light illuminated the entire room.

There were a dozen or so people sitting on the sofa and chairs around the coffee table, all dressed in hooded robes and iron-colored masks.

After putting on his robe, Klein quietly found a corner chair and sat down. He heard a chubby man complain:

"Recently, there have been a lot of beasts in the sewer, and they have gnawed away a lot of the herbs I planted."

"They're very smart, and I didn't touch any poisonous ones. I need someone to clean them up for me. You know, this is not my specialty. I'm only good at mixing potions to treat your illnesses."

He is good at compounding potions, treating diseases, and planting a lot of herbs in the sewer... Is this a "pharmacist"? I don't know if he is a member of the Life School or a follower of Mother Earth? Of course, it's more likely to be wild... Klein listened thoughtfully, without opening his mouth indiscriminately. ~follow~dream~little~say~?~~1a

In the Loen Kingdom, because the Church of Storms rejects the God of Eternal Blazing Sun, Knowledge and Wisdom, and the Church of the Goddess of the Night and the Church of the God of War are incompatible with each other, only the Mother Earth has the right to preach among foreign religions. Under the suppression, they only have a few scattered churches, and the number of believers is pitifully small. It is not even necessary to form a team of Extraordinary people. Even if they are established, they will not be recognized by the government and cannot cooperate with the police department. They are "illegal armed forces" .

According to the internal data of the Nighthawks, the Church of the Mother of the Earth possesses two sequence pathways of "cultivator" and "pharmacist", but the latter seems to be incomplete.

The man suspected of being a "pharmacist" had his hood back, revealing a face wearing an iron-black mask, but the mask only covered the part above the bridge of the nose, making the fat on his cheeks clearly visible, as if shaking.

"I repeat again, I need someone to help me clean up the new beasts that appeared in the sewer. I only need to take care of the Backlund Bridge area. I will pay you four bottles of precious potions, two of which can effectively stop bleeding and promote wound healing. , Believe me, this is better than going to a clinic for a suture operation, and it will work within six months." The man suspected of being a "pharmacist" stated his requirements and corresponding conditions.

He suddenly let out a low laugh, and continued to describe: "The other two bottles, with a validity period of one and a half months, can allow men to regain the impulse they had when they were seventeen or eighteen years old, and become an extraordinary person on the bed. Hehe, you understand what I mean, even if After the expiry date, it can also produce effects, but it will spread from there to the whole body, and the user will become extremely violent, with a substantial increase in strength, speed, and agility, uh, and will fall into weakness after half an hour."

How is it that he looks like an old military doctor who posted small advertisements on telephone poles... and also shamelessly sold expired medicine... Klein couldn't help but slander.

After finishing speaking, the man suspected of being a "pharmacist" saw the silence in the living room, and still no one spoke, so he gritted his teeth and said, "In addition to the four bottles of precious potions, I will add an extra 30 pounds!"

Finally, a man sitting on the edge of the sand spoke up.

He looked around and said in a low voice: "I accept this entrustment. You prepay for two bottles of potions, one for each, and Mister 'Eye of Wisdom' will be the witness." JrNovels.com