Queens, inside an inconspicuous house.
Hugh and Fors found a seat at random, looked at the items written on the surface of the blackboard, and Mr. A, wearing a hooded robe, sat quietly and alone on the sofa in front, looking at everyone with a condescending posture.
Sequence 8 ‘Sheriff’ potion formula, 450 pounds… Xiu silently read the familiar content and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
One of the situations she feared the most was that she finally saved enough money, but no one sold the recipe!
I got 400 pounds, plus the original savings of 150 pounds, which is enough... The main materials for the subsequent period will definitely require a lot of money... Ah, right, maybe I can change my circle and see if there are any extraordinary people interested in this recipe... Xu suddenly felt excited and felt that he had found a way to make a fortune.
To be honest, if it weren't for urgent needing money to buy materials and make potions for promotion, she would definitely not leak the formula. On the one hand, it is because most people always hope that there are fewer extraordinary people in their own sequence and they are special enough. On the other hand, because there are more competitors in the same path, the price of the corresponding material will be greatly increased, and the same is true for subsequent formulas.
After thinking carefully for a while, I slowly became nervous again, because it was normal for a recipe to be hung for a long time and couldn't be sold.
Moreover, the arbitrator's route belongs to the royal family and the military, and all aspects are strictly controlled. The part scattered outside basically comes from a small number of ruined nobles. Their formula is difficult to form a complete medium and low path, and often only one or two of them are there. In addition, the control of the main materials is difficult to obtain, and there are quite few extraordinary people who are willing to choose this sequence.
I have been staying in several mysterious circles in Beckland for a long time, but I have not found an arbitrator other than her. On the one hand, it may be that the other party has concealed it well, and on the other hand, it has more or less explained some problems.
Huh, think about Fors, I am lucky enough that she has not encountered any subsequent recipes for the apprentice in so long...Why don't see Mr. A's waiter coming over, so she wrote a note to buy the sheriff's recipe for the other party.
Not long after, she was led to the study on the first floor. Before entering, she took a hooded robe from the waiter's hand and covered her body.
The sellers in the study also dressed up, and they couldn't see each other's appearance clearly.
This is the recipe for the ‘Shelf’ potion, where is my money?The seller asked in a hoarse voice, pressing the note on the desk with one hand.
Xiu took out the cash that he had already counted several times and pushed it to the other party.
After repeatedly checking the authenticity and total amount, the seller finally let go of his hand holding the recipe.
Xiu immediately took a step forward and grabbed the note quickly.
Her eyes swept directly to the main material part, which is the focus of the focus:
The pair of eyes of the Demon Worm, the Silver White War Bear's right palm.
They all knew the extraordinary materials that anyone had sold... Don't breathe, and withdrew from the study with a little sadness, and took off their robe.
Back in the living room, sat next to Fors, and fulfilled her wish, she gradually worried about the name of the unknown origin and the evil spirit that might be entangled with her.
10, no, 20 pounds, no, 30 pounds, please help me with the purifying ceremony.Huo made up his mind, whispered a few words with Fors, and waved to Mr. A's waiter.
When the rest phase where they can communicate freely ends, they see that the one they just submitted is added to the blackboard:
It is suspected to be plagued by evil spirits, so I ask my friends who are good at exorcizing evil spirits for help, 30 pounds.
After a while, Mr. A's waiter came to the side of the two and whispered to ask them to go to the living room on the first floor.
A man wearing a white hard-shelled mask was waiting inside. He looked at two helpers who were not aware of their gender in loose robes and laughed softly:
I will give a preliminary self-introduction first so that you don’t doubt my abilities.
No, no need, we believe Mr. A.Xiu, who had a hood covering her face, said before Forss spoke.
She deliberately suppressed her voice to prevent the childish voice from revealing her identity.
The man wearing a white hard shell mask spread his hands and smiled:
It's my habit, I'm a sun believer, you know, in Beckland, in the whole kingdom, and it's rare.
Only in this way can I live as a true identity.
Due to the huge contradiction between the Eternal Sun Church and the Storm Church, the former never gained the right to preach in the Kingdom of Ruhn.
Believers of the Sun?Fors' lazy eyes disappeared suddenly. This was the first time I saw a living believer in the Sun!Well... I can't see the diplomats with higher status.
So should I feel honored?The man wearing a white hard-shelled mask spread his arms and surrounded him upwards, making a pose to praise the sun.
Fors did not answer his question, but instead smiled:
In terms of exorcising evil spirits and purifying, the Sun's waiter is professional, and we are very relieved to start.
The man who claimed to be a believer in the sun did not talk anymore, took out a badge painted with the sun symbol, placed it on the round table in the center, and then lit two candles in a binary ritual method.
After completing the pre-order matter step by step, he spoke in a grand voice and recited extremely devoutly:
The eternal sun Ah;
You are the immortal light;
You are the embodiment of order.
I pray to you;
I pray that you will give me the purified light;
I pray that you will dispel the evil spirits.
……
In the echoing Hermith spell, Hugh and Forth saw a pure warm bright light burst out from the sun badge.
It continued to flow into a tide, rushing towards the two, flooding them at the same time.
After a few dozen seconds, everything returned to normal. Xiu and Forsi felt warm all over, very comfortable and at ease. It was like taking a hot spring or having a sunbathing.
……
Joewood District, Rice Police Division.
Klein was huddling with a bunch of drunkards on a very short bench, very undecent.
Suddenly, he felt that there seemed to be a warm feeling on the back of his hand, and the coldness of Beckland's night was dispelled a lot.
Looking down, the four black dots in the mysterious space above the gray fog did not appear.
Who is so kind, knows that I was a little cold just now... He muttered half-jokingly and half-doubtedly.
As a former inspector, he looked at the thief who was being cobbled on the pipe on the left, and then looked at the drunken ghost on the right who might spit out at any time but kept shouting to beat people. He sighed at the current situation and didn't know when he would be able to break free.
There should be another test next, and if you pass it, you will succeed... I hope the police will pay attention to the ambassador and the Zmanger Party, and ignore the issue of my identity and origin of a little detective. Theoretically, there is a great hope. As long as Mrs. Summer, Lawyer Jurgen and others do not say anything that interests the police... Well, they and I have just met each other, so it is impossible for them to know too much...
Meurso's extraordinary characteristics were taken away by me and hid on the gray fog. He himself had no strange places left. No one could find that he was an extraordinary person, so he would not doubt my strength...well... it has been more than an hour...
While Crane was comforting herself, she saw the previous sheriff with a brown and yellow beard under her chin coming over.
Sherlock Moriarty, go to the interrogation room with me.The sheriff ordered without explanation.
Here comes... Klein said intimately, and got up and followed.
Bypassing the corner, the sheriff stopped in front of an iron door and signaled Klein to go in.
Klein took a breath, then slowly exhaled, twisted the handle, and opened the door and entered.
There is a small room inside, with the walls around it seemingly very thick, with a small table in the middle and chairs on each side.
Under the elegant gas lamps on the wall, Klein saw clearly the interrogator opposite, a man in a rare black shirt.
He didn't wear a vest, and was wearing a black jacket that was not formal. His eyebrows were sparse, his blue eyes were cold, and his face seemed to have blades, hard enough to lack softness.
The man pointed to the chair opposite and said in a deep voice:
I'll ask you and answer.
Before he finished speaking, Klein felt an unimaginable pressure, and felt that there seemed to be electric currents passing through his own spirit, forming a thorny whip, constantly whipping his soul.
This smell is painful and numb, as if it comes from deep in the brain, making people unable to resist, they can only tremble and their knees become soft.
Klein almost fell down, hurriedly supported the small table, sat down, and his forehead twitched.
This... this is an extraordinary ability... Ordinary people may think that just now it was a mental problem caused by their own tension and the majesty of the interrogator on the other side, but Klein clearly recognized that this is an extraordinary ability, an extraordinary ability to directly attack others' spirits!
He hurriedly recalled the information he had read before and quickly confirmed the suspect:
Arbitrator Sequence 7 of the pathway, interrogator!
Was the matter transferred to a special department of the military?Klein thought with some confidence.
As long as you are not a night watch, everything is easy to say.
You identify these photos and find the ambassador who met with Meurso.A cold and hard man in black spread seven or eight black and white photos on the small table.
Klein felt that the electric whip in his mind seemed to be lifting high, and he dared not or was willing to lie with the ultimate pain trailer.
Of course, there was no need for Klein to lie. After a little identification, he introduced a photo to the interrogator. It was the middle-aged gentleman who was dressed so gorgeously and had a very scented appearance.
The interrogator glanced at it, made no statement, and asked again:
Have all your previous confessions been true?
Klein kept awake and rational when he was forced into a dream, without surrendering to the whip in his spirit, and answered sincerely:
All true.
The interrogator leaned forward, supported the table with both hands and said:
When was the last time you met Ian Wright?
Yesterday, yesterday morning.Klein said with difficulty, and a drop of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. I followed Melso and found Detective Zerel's body. Because I didn't want to deal with the police and gentlemen, Ian took Ian to identify the body and asked him to call the police himself. Zerel's body was in the entrance of the sewer at the bottom of Tie Carbon Street in the East District.
After a brief silence, the interrogator finally nodded, and Cranton felt the huge oppression and the whip in his spirit disappear together.
You can go out now.He ordered without any fluctuation.
Klein stood up and opened the door and did not hide the slightestness of his own pace.
He felt that this was more tiring than a fight with Meurso. If there was a slight mistake, his mind would be completely crushed. He would answer whatever the other party asked.
No, if it weren't for my special spiritual body, and I had been tested by whispering and screaming for a long time, I could have remained calm and rational under certain circumstances, and I had probably collapsed just now... Klein's back was chilly back into the corridor.
At this time, the previous sheriff came over and said:
Go and go through the procedures with me, lawyer Jurgen is waiting for you to be released.
Huh... Klein breathed a sigh of relief in secret and completely relaxed.
He knew the danger had finally passed.
Hugh and Fors found a seat at random, looked at the items written on the surface of the blackboard, and Mr. A, wearing a hooded robe, sat quietly and alone on the sofa in front, looking at everyone with a condescending posture.
Sequence 8 ‘Sheriff’ potion formula, 450 pounds… Xiu silently read the familiar content and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
One of the situations she feared the most was that she finally saved enough money, but no one sold the recipe!
I got 400 pounds, plus the original savings of 150 pounds, which is enough... The main materials for the subsequent period will definitely require a lot of money... Ah, right, maybe I can change my circle and see if there are any extraordinary people interested in this recipe... Xu suddenly felt excited and felt that he had found a way to make a fortune.
To be honest, if it weren't for urgent needing money to buy materials and make potions for promotion, she would definitely not leak the formula. On the one hand, it is because most people always hope that there are fewer extraordinary people in their own sequence and they are special enough. On the other hand, because there are more competitors in the same path, the price of the corresponding material will be greatly increased, and the same is true for subsequent formulas.
After thinking carefully for a while, I slowly became nervous again, because it was normal for a recipe to be hung for a long time and couldn't be sold.
Moreover, the arbitrator's route belongs to the royal family and the military, and all aspects are strictly controlled. The part scattered outside basically comes from a small number of ruined nobles. Their formula is difficult to form a complete medium and low path, and often only one or two of them are there. In addition, the control of the main materials is difficult to obtain, and there are quite few extraordinary people who are willing to choose this sequence.
I have been staying in several mysterious circles in Beckland for a long time, but I have not found an arbitrator other than her. On the one hand, it may be that the other party has concealed it well, and on the other hand, it has more or less explained some problems.
Huh, think about Fors, I am lucky enough that she has not encountered any subsequent recipes for the apprentice in so long...Why don't see Mr. A's waiter coming over, so she wrote a note to buy the sheriff's recipe for the other party.
Not long after, she was led to the study on the first floor. Before entering, she took a hooded robe from the waiter's hand and covered her body.
The sellers in the study also dressed up, and they couldn't see each other's appearance clearly.
This is the recipe for the ‘Shelf’ potion, where is my money?The seller asked in a hoarse voice, pressing the note on the desk with one hand.
Xiu took out the cash that he had already counted several times and pushed it to the other party.
After repeatedly checking the authenticity and total amount, the seller finally let go of his hand holding the recipe.
Xiu immediately took a step forward and grabbed the note quickly.
Her eyes swept directly to the main material part, which is the focus of the focus:
The pair of eyes of the Demon Worm, the Silver White War Bear's right palm.
They all knew the extraordinary materials that anyone had sold... Don't breathe, and withdrew from the study with a little sadness, and took off their robe.
Back in the living room, sat next to Fors, and fulfilled her wish, she gradually worried about the name of the unknown origin and the evil spirit that might be entangled with her.
10, no, 20 pounds, no, 30 pounds, please help me with the purifying ceremony.Huo made up his mind, whispered a few words with Fors, and waved to Mr. A's waiter.
When the rest phase where they can communicate freely ends, they see that the one they just submitted is added to the blackboard:
It is suspected to be plagued by evil spirits, so I ask my friends who are good at exorcizing evil spirits for help, 30 pounds.
After a while, Mr. A's waiter came to the side of the two and whispered to ask them to go to the living room on the first floor.
A man wearing a white hard-shelled mask was waiting inside. He looked at two helpers who were not aware of their gender in loose robes and laughed softly:
I will give a preliminary self-introduction first so that you don’t doubt my abilities.
No, no need, we believe Mr. A.Xiu, who had a hood covering her face, said before Forss spoke.
She deliberately suppressed her voice to prevent the childish voice from revealing her identity.
The man wearing a white hard shell mask spread his hands and smiled:
It's my habit, I'm a sun believer, you know, in Beckland, in the whole kingdom, and it's rare.
Only in this way can I live as a true identity.
Due to the huge contradiction between the Eternal Sun Church and the Storm Church, the former never gained the right to preach in the Kingdom of Ruhn.
Believers of the Sun?Fors' lazy eyes disappeared suddenly. This was the first time I saw a living believer in the Sun!Well... I can't see the diplomats with higher status.
So should I feel honored?The man wearing a white hard-shelled mask spread his arms and surrounded him upwards, making a pose to praise the sun.
Fors did not answer his question, but instead smiled:
In terms of exorcising evil spirits and purifying, the Sun's waiter is professional, and we are very relieved to start.
The man who claimed to be a believer in the sun did not talk anymore, took out a badge painted with the sun symbol, placed it on the round table in the center, and then lit two candles in a binary ritual method.
After completing the pre-order matter step by step, he spoke in a grand voice and recited extremely devoutly:
The eternal sun Ah;
You are the immortal light;
You are the embodiment of order.
I pray to you;
I pray that you will give me the purified light;
I pray that you will dispel the evil spirits.
……
In the echoing Hermith spell, Hugh and Forth saw a pure warm bright light burst out from the sun badge.
It continued to flow into a tide, rushing towards the two, flooding them at the same time.
After a few dozen seconds, everything returned to normal. Xiu and Forsi felt warm all over, very comfortable and at ease. It was like taking a hot spring or having a sunbathing.
……
Joewood District, Rice Police Division.
Klein was huddling with a bunch of drunkards on a very short bench, very undecent.
Suddenly, he felt that there seemed to be a warm feeling on the back of his hand, and the coldness of Beckland's night was dispelled a lot.
Looking down, the four black dots in the mysterious space above the gray fog did not appear.
Who is so kind, knows that I was a little cold just now... He muttered half-jokingly and half-doubtedly.
As a former inspector, he looked at the thief who was being cobbled on the pipe on the left, and then looked at the drunken ghost on the right who might spit out at any time but kept shouting to beat people. He sighed at the current situation and didn't know when he would be able to break free.
There should be another test next, and if you pass it, you will succeed... I hope the police will pay attention to the ambassador and the Zmanger Party, and ignore the issue of my identity and origin of a little detective. Theoretically, there is a great hope. As long as Mrs. Summer, Lawyer Jurgen and others do not say anything that interests the police... Well, they and I have just met each other, so it is impossible for them to know too much...
Meurso's extraordinary characteristics were taken away by me and hid on the gray fog. He himself had no strange places left. No one could find that he was an extraordinary person, so he would not doubt my strength...well... it has been more than an hour...
While Crane was comforting herself, she saw the previous sheriff with a brown and yellow beard under her chin coming over.
Sherlock Moriarty, go to the interrogation room with me.The sheriff ordered without explanation.
Here comes... Klein said intimately, and got up and followed.
Bypassing the corner, the sheriff stopped in front of an iron door and signaled Klein to go in.
Klein took a breath, then slowly exhaled, twisted the handle, and opened the door and entered.
There is a small room inside, with the walls around it seemingly very thick, with a small table in the middle and chairs on each side.
Under the elegant gas lamps on the wall, Klein saw clearly the interrogator opposite, a man in a rare black shirt.
He didn't wear a vest, and was wearing a black jacket that was not formal. His eyebrows were sparse, his blue eyes were cold, and his face seemed to have blades, hard enough to lack softness.
The man pointed to the chair opposite and said in a deep voice:
I'll ask you and answer.
Before he finished speaking, Klein felt an unimaginable pressure, and felt that there seemed to be electric currents passing through his own spirit, forming a thorny whip, constantly whipping his soul.
This smell is painful and numb, as if it comes from deep in the brain, making people unable to resist, they can only tremble and their knees become soft.
Klein almost fell down, hurriedly supported the small table, sat down, and his forehead twitched.
This... this is an extraordinary ability... Ordinary people may think that just now it was a mental problem caused by their own tension and the majesty of the interrogator on the other side, but Klein clearly recognized that this is an extraordinary ability, an extraordinary ability to directly attack others' spirits!
He hurriedly recalled the information he had read before and quickly confirmed the suspect:
Arbitrator Sequence 7 of the pathway, interrogator!
Was the matter transferred to a special department of the military?Klein thought with some confidence.
As long as you are not a night watch, everything is easy to say.
You identify these photos and find the ambassador who met with Meurso.A cold and hard man in black spread seven or eight black and white photos on the small table.
Klein felt that the electric whip in his mind seemed to be lifting high, and he dared not or was willing to lie with the ultimate pain trailer.
Of course, there was no need for Klein to lie. After a little identification, he introduced a photo to the interrogator. It was the middle-aged gentleman who was dressed so gorgeously and had a very scented appearance.
The interrogator glanced at it, made no statement, and asked again:
Have all your previous confessions been true?
Klein kept awake and rational when he was forced into a dream, without surrendering to the whip in his spirit, and answered sincerely:
All true.
The interrogator leaned forward, supported the table with both hands and said:
When was the last time you met Ian Wright?
Yesterday, yesterday morning.Klein said with difficulty, and a drop of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. I followed Melso and found Detective Zerel's body. Because I didn't want to deal with the police and gentlemen, Ian took Ian to identify the body and asked him to call the police himself. Zerel's body was in the entrance of the sewer at the bottom of Tie Carbon Street in the East District.
After a brief silence, the interrogator finally nodded, and Cranton felt the huge oppression and the whip in his spirit disappear together.
You can go out now.He ordered without any fluctuation.
Klein stood up and opened the door and did not hide the slightestness of his own pace.
He felt that this was more tiring than a fight with Meurso. If there was a slight mistake, his mind would be completely crushed. He would answer whatever the other party asked.
No, if it weren't for my special spiritual body, and I had been tested by whispering and screaming for a long time, I could have remained calm and rational under certain circumstances, and I had probably collapsed just now... Klein's back was chilly back into the corridor.
At this time, the previous sheriff came over and said:
Go and go through the procedures with me, lawyer Jurgen is waiting for you to be released.
Huh... Klein breathed a sigh of relief in secret and completely relaxed.
He knew the danger had finally passed.
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