After turning his body sideways and avoiding a drunk who is rushing around, Emlin frowned and flicked his clothes, and continued to squeeze into the bar.
During this process, he seemed to have done nothing, but he always made the drinkers around him unable to touch him. Whether it was speed, agility, or physical balance and coordination, it reached a very terrible level.
Finally, Emlin arrived at the bar and knocked on the wooden board:
Where is Ian?
The bartender glanced at him, without saying a word, and continued to lower his head to wipe the glass.
... Emlin stood there in a daze, feeling that he must have done something wrong, so he didn't get the expected answer. This made him a little angry and wanted to reach forward and pull the bartender out.
However, he thought this was a lack of gentlemanly demeanor, so he forced himself to suppress his emotions, looked around and found that everyone was drinking.
After thinking about it, Emlin spoke tentatively:
A glass of Olmeer red wine.
The bartender stopped wiping the wine glass, raised his head, looked at the handsome man with black hair and red eyes in front of him with strange eyes and said:
No.
This is the world's top red wine, and the price is amazing!
Emlin was not stupid. He realized from the other party's eyes that he had ordered the wine he shouldn't have ordered, and recalled carefully:
A glass of Southwell beer.
5p.The bartender finally put the cup and rag.
Emlin took out 1 Suler's banknotes and said:
No need to make change.
Thanks.The bartender pointed to the left and said, "Ian is in the card room 1."
Emlin immediately outlined a smile, happy and proud of solving a substantial problem himself. He did not go to get the Southwell beer, but turned around and walked towards the No. 1 card room.
Dongdongdongdongdongdong!He knocked on the door politely.
Please come in.A slightly green voice came out.
Emlyn took the collar and pushed the door open, finding that the scene inside was different from what he expected.
He thought that since it was a card room, there must be a bunch of people gathered around the long table, playing Texas and other projects. Who knew that there were seven or eight people, but there was no poker. Each participant had a blank piece of paper in front of him, and he didn't know what was recorded in a mess. Apart from these, only pens and multi-faceted dice were placed on the table.
Emlin intuitively turned his eyes to the youngest one here, a handsome big boy with bright red eyes, who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old.
Ian?Emlin spoke as if confirmation.
Ian nodded and smiled:
Yes, sir, are you doing anything?Or do you want to join us?
game?Emlin instinctively asked a question.
Ian laughed:
Yes, games, I don’t like playing cards or snooker balls, but I have to find something to do when I stay here every day. I found inspiration from the biography of Emperor Rossell, which is to organize some people, sit together, and try paper adventures.
In this game, just follow the rules, you can be anyone, a doctor, an adventurer who likes to eat vegetables, a private detective who always carries a wrench and a pipe, or an archaeologist who loves sudden whims, and then go to a castle together to find stories hidden in history and fight all kinds of monsters.
It sounds interesting.Emlin inexplicably thought that such a game was very suitable for him.
Haha, do you want to participate?This time we are involved in a conspiracy and are about to face a powerful ancient vampire who seems to have a handsome face, but under his skin is filled with pus bubbles burned from blood.Ian invited warmly.
Vampire, thank you!Emlin's face twitched slightly and said directly:
I have something to entrust you.
OK... let's go to the next room.Ian stood up with his dome hat and old shoulder bag.
Next door was the billiard room, and there was no one inside. The big boy with skillful movements and experienced posture closed the door, looked around, and looked at Emlin and said:
Sir, I don’t know you, I don’t know who introduced you to?
Emlin raised his chin slightly and said with a smile:
Sherlock Moriarty.
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly glanced around and raised his hand and pinched his nose.
It turned out to be Detective Moriarty.Ian breathed a sigh of relief without any concealment, then I was relieved, by the way, didn’t he go on vacation to Disi Bay?When did you come back?
Emlin lowered his right hand and said with his expression unchanged:
He didn't come back, I went to his rented place to find him.
To be honest, normal vacations should end in mid-to-late January, and it is now April.
Will something happen to him?Ian asked with some concern.
Emlin thought about the abilities and mystery of Sherlock Moriarty, shook his head and said:
Perhaps it was just involved in a complicated case.
Ian didn't say anything more and asked instead:
What should I call you?What delegation do you have?
Just call me Mr. White.Emlin took out a paper similar to a wanted warrant and helped me find these five people.
Ian took it and looked through it carefully for a while and said:
A valid clue of 20 pounds, a certain position of 150 pounds, is it acceptable?
no problem.Emlin thinks this price is simply too cheap.
Compared to this, his offer at the Tarot Club seemed too exaggerated.
Ian folded the paper and finally asked:
Mr. White, where should I find you if there is any clue?
The south area of the bridge, the Harvest Church.Emlin had already thought of the answer.
When Ian heard this, he looked at him in surprise and said:
Are you a believer of the "Mother Earth God"?This is rare in Beckland.
no!Emlin shook his head firmly, I was just volunteering there.
Before Ian could speak, he asked first:
Who are your red eyes inherited?
When I saw Ian just now, he wanted to ask this question, because in ancient times, red eyes were the hallmark of the blood clan. However, in the Quaternary period, humans and blood clans had a long mixed dwelling, both belonging to the residents of the empire. Therefore, with extensive friendship, many descendants were born. The number of mixed-race children with bright red eyes gradually increased, and were inherited from generation to generation, becoming one of the not common pupil colors among humans.
Simply put, every red-eyed human has a blood clan on its ancestor.
Ian replied in a daze:
My father...I don't know if I go up any further, because I am a wanderer.
It seems that it is not the kind that is still associated with the blood clan... Emlin gave 20 pounds in advance in disappointment, turned around and left the billiard room.
When he left, Ian did not return to the card room immediately, but closed the door again and spoke to the air:
Detective Moriarty hasn't returned to Beckland yet, and I'm a little worried about him.
A figure suddenly appeared in the void of the billiard room. She looked pale and delicate. She wore a small black hood and a Gothic court dress of the same style. She was the resentful soul Sharon.
He was doing well.Sharon replied without any emotion, his figure immediately faded and disappeared.
I always say this, can you and Detective Moriarty have always had a correspondence... Ian murmured quietly and picked up the newspaper in a corner of the billiard room.
The top is Tassock newspaper, and the bottom is filled with "Marine News". The latter originally focused on reporting on the situation in different colonies of the Ruhn Kingdom and what happened at sea. However, under the current technological conditions, the maritime news that reached Beckland has become seriously outdated and is of little use to those in need, so the sales volume is not good and the worse it is done.
Later, at the suggestion of the new editor-in-chief, the newspaper style changed, with a lot of rumors at sea and various strange deeds about pirates and adventurers, which seemed more like a story compilation than a news report.
Surprisingly, this style is quite popular, especially some content involving ghosts, ghosts, sea monsters and treasures, which has become the first choice for a few people in various bars who know words to brag about most illiterate. After all, although this seems fake, it is interesting enough.
Ian casually searched through various newspapers, but found no content to pay attention to. He was only impressed by a report from "Maritime News":
It is reported that on the evening of March 25, the fleet of the "Immortal King" attacked a ship returning to Fsak from Dongbairan, robbed all the goods and money, and the "Slaughter" Gilsyace completed a bloody "funeral" like his title...
These pirates are really arrogant Ah... Ian shook his head, put down the newspaper, returned to the card room, and continued his game.
Outside the bar, Emlin got on the carriage, leaned against the wall, and watched the street lights slowly retreat.
He pinched his nose again and said silently:
A ‘resentful soul’?
Ian, a weapon merchant, is indeed very good at Ah... Not bad!
Emlin then closed his eyes and had more expectations for his commission.
……
The sunlight outside the window shines in, dyeing the captain's room golden.
Edwenna sat in a chair, holding a book, looked at the opposite side and said:
So, do you also think that the three empires of Solomon, Tudor and Trenzost once coexisted?
This is the necessary condition for the 'Four Emperors Battle'.Klein responded simply.
He was holding the book of "The Book of the Three Worlds", which originated from a member of the Life School, and later fell into the hands of the General of the Iceberg. It tells the material world, the spiritual world, and the absolute rational world, and has some contents of talismanism, including many profound aspects. Klein's focus today is on studying this area, hoping to find a way to better utilize the Scepter of the Sea God and the Time Worm.
Klein actually discovered that the books collected by the General of the Iceberg were all unsystematic ancient documents, which was inconsistent with the characteristics of the church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. Therefore, he speculated that within the church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, orthodox, systematic mystical knowledge is prohibited from being disclosed to people not in this church.
Edwenna was about to ask again, but suddenly she found that the speed of the Golden Dream was gradually slowing down. So she looked out the window, looked a few times, and said coldly:
Byyam arrived.
During this process, he seemed to have done nothing, but he always made the drinkers around him unable to touch him. Whether it was speed, agility, or physical balance and coordination, it reached a very terrible level.
Finally, Emlin arrived at the bar and knocked on the wooden board:
Where is Ian?
The bartender glanced at him, without saying a word, and continued to lower his head to wipe the glass.
... Emlin stood there in a daze, feeling that he must have done something wrong, so he didn't get the expected answer. This made him a little angry and wanted to reach forward and pull the bartender out.
However, he thought this was a lack of gentlemanly demeanor, so he forced himself to suppress his emotions, looked around and found that everyone was drinking.
After thinking about it, Emlin spoke tentatively:
A glass of Olmeer red wine.
The bartender stopped wiping the wine glass, raised his head, looked at the handsome man with black hair and red eyes in front of him with strange eyes and said:
No.
This is the world's top red wine, and the price is amazing!
Emlin was not stupid. He realized from the other party's eyes that he had ordered the wine he shouldn't have ordered, and recalled carefully:
A glass of Southwell beer.
5p.The bartender finally put the cup and rag.
Emlin took out 1 Suler's banknotes and said:
No need to make change.
Thanks.The bartender pointed to the left and said, "Ian is in the card room 1."
Emlin immediately outlined a smile, happy and proud of solving a substantial problem himself. He did not go to get the Southwell beer, but turned around and walked towards the No. 1 card room.
Dongdongdongdongdongdong!He knocked on the door politely.
Please come in.A slightly green voice came out.
Emlyn took the collar and pushed the door open, finding that the scene inside was different from what he expected.
He thought that since it was a card room, there must be a bunch of people gathered around the long table, playing Texas and other projects. Who knew that there were seven or eight people, but there was no poker. Each participant had a blank piece of paper in front of him, and he didn't know what was recorded in a mess. Apart from these, only pens and multi-faceted dice were placed on the table.
Emlin intuitively turned his eyes to the youngest one here, a handsome big boy with bright red eyes, who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old.
Ian?Emlin spoke as if confirmation.
Ian nodded and smiled:
Yes, sir, are you doing anything?Or do you want to join us?
game?Emlin instinctively asked a question.
Ian laughed:
Yes, games, I don’t like playing cards or snooker balls, but I have to find something to do when I stay here every day. I found inspiration from the biography of Emperor Rossell, which is to organize some people, sit together, and try paper adventures.
In this game, just follow the rules, you can be anyone, a doctor, an adventurer who likes to eat vegetables, a private detective who always carries a wrench and a pipe, or an archaeologist who loves sudden whims, and then go to a castle together to find stories hidden in history and fight all kinds of monsters.
It sounds interesting.Emlin inexplicably thought that such a game was very suitable for him.
Haha, do you want to participate?This time we are involved in a conspiracy and are about to face a powerful ancient vampire who seems to have a handsome face, but under his skin is filled with pus bubbles burned from blood.Ian invited warmly.
Vampire, thank you!Emlin's face twitched slightly and said directly:
I have something to entrust you.
OK... let's go to the next room.Ian stood up with his dome hat and old shoulder bag.
Next door was the billiard room, and there was no one inside. The big boy with skillful movements and experienced posture closed the door, looked around, and looked at Emlin and said:
Sir, I don’t know you, I don’t know who introduced you to?
Emlin raised his chin slightly and said with a smile:
Sherlock Moriarty.
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly glanced around and raised his hand and pinched his nose.
It turned out to be Detective Moriarty.Ian breathed a sigh of relief without any concealment, then I was relieved, by the way, didn’t he go on vacation to Disi Bay?When did you come back?
Emlin lowered his right hand and said with his expression unchanged:
He didn't come back, I went to his rented place to find him.
To be honest, normal vacations should end in mid-to-late January, and it is now April.
Will something happen to him?Ian asked with some concern.
Emlin thought about the abilities and mystery of Sherlock Moriarty, shook his head and said:
Perhaps it was just involved in a complicated case.
Ian didn't say anything more and asked instead:
What should I call you?What delegation do you have?
Just call me Mr. White.Emlin took out a paper similar to a wanted warrant and helped me find these five people.
Ian took it and looked through it carefully for a while and said:
A valid clue of 20 pounds, a certain position of 150 pounds, is it acceptable?
no problem.Emlin thinks this price is simply too cheap.
Compared to this, his offer at the Tarot Club seemed too exaggerated.
Ian folded the paper and finally asked:
Mr. White, where should I find you if there is any clue?
The south area of the bridge, the Harvest Church.Emlin had already thought of the answer.
When Ian heard this, he looked at him in surprise and said:
Are you a believer of the "Mother Earth God"?This is rare in Beckland.
no!Emlin shook his head firmly, I was just volunteering there.
Before Ian could speak, he asked first:
Who are your red eyes inherited?
When I saw Ian just now, he wanted to ask this question, because in ancient times, red eyes were the hallmark of the blood clan. However, in the Quaternary period, humans and blood clans had a long mixed dwelling, both belonging to the residents of the empire. Therefore, with extensive friendship, many descendants were born. The number of mixed-race children with bright red eyes gradually increased, and were inherited from generation to generation, becoming one of the not common pupil colors among humans.
Simply put, every red-eyed human has a blood clan on its ancestor.
Ian replied in a daze:
My father...I don't know if I go up any further, because I am a wanderer.
It seems that it is not the kind that is still associated with the blood clan... Emlin gave 20 pounds in advance in disappointment, turned around and left the billiard room.
When he left, Ian did not return to the card room immediately, but closed the door again and spoke to the air:
Detective Moriarty hasn't returned to Beckland yet, and I'm a little worried about him.
A figure suddenly appeared in the void of the billiard room. She looked pale and delicate. She wore a small black hood and a Gothic court dress of the same style. She was the resentful soul Sharon.
He was doing well.Sharon replied without any emotion, his figure immediately faded and disappeared.
I always say this, can you and Detective Moriarty have always had a correspondence... Ian murmured quietly and picked up the newspaper in a corner of the billiard room.
The top is Tassock newspaper, and the bottom is filled with "Marine News". The latter originally focused on reporting on the situation in different colonies of the Ruhn Kingdom and what happened at sea. However, under the current technological conditions, the maritime news that reached Beckland has become seriously outdated and is of little use to those in need, so the sales volume is not good and the worse it is done.
Later, at the suggestion of the new editor-in-chief, the newspaper style changed, with a lot of rumors at sea and various strange deeds about pirates and adventurers, which seemed more like a story compilation than a news report.
Surprisingly, this style is quite popular, especially some content involving ghosts, ghosts, sea monsters and treasures, which has become the first choice for a few people in various bars who know words to brag about most illiterate. After all, although this seems fake, it is interesting enough.
Ian casually searched through various newspapers, but found no content to pay attention to. He was only impressed by a report from "Maritime News":
It is reported that on the evening of March 25, the fleet of the "Immortal King" attacked a ship returning to Fsak from Dongbairan, robbed all the goods and money, and the "Slaughter" Gilsyace completed a bloody "funeral" like his title...
These pirates are really arrogant Ah... Ian shook his head, put down the newspaper, returned to the card room, and continued his game.
Outside the bar, Emlin got on the carriage, leaned against the wall, and watched the street lights slowly retreat.
He pinched his nose again and said silently:
A ‘resentful soul’?
Ian, a weapon merchant, is indeed very good at Ah... Not bad!
Emlin then closed his eyes and had more expectations for his commission.
……
The sunlight outside the window shines in, dyeing the captain's room golden.
Edwenna sat in a chair, holding a book, looked at the opposite side and said:
So, do you also think that the three empires of Solomon, Tudor and Trenzost once coexisted?
This is the necessary condition for the 'Four Emperors Battle'.Klein responded simply.
He was holding the book of "The Book of the Three Worlds", which originated from a member of the Life School, and later fell into the hands of the General of the Iceberg. It tells the material world, the spiritual world, and the absolute rational world, and has some contents of talismanism, including many profound aspects. Klein's focus today is on studying this area, hoping to find a way to better utilize the Scepter of the Sea God and the Time Worm.
Klein actually discovered that the books collected by the General of the Iceberg were all unsystematic ancient documents, which was inconsistent with the characteristics of the church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. Therefore, he speculated that within the church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, orthodox, systematic mystical knowledge is prohibited from being disclosed to people not in this church.
Edwenna was about to ask again, but suddenly she found that the speed of the Golden Dream was gradually slowing down. So she looked out the window, looked a few times, and said coldly:
Byyam arrived.
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