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After crossing the body and avoiding a rampaged drunk, Emlin frowned and played his clothes and continued to squeeze into the bar.

In this process, he seems to have done nothing, but it always allows the surrounding alcoholic people to touch him, regardless of speed, agility, or balance and coordination of the body, has reached a rather terrible degree.

Finally, Emlin came to the bar and slammed the board:

"Where is Ian?"

The bartender glanced at him and said nothing, continued to duck down the glass.

"..." Emlin was in the same place, feeling that he should have done something wrong, and he did not get the expected answer. This made him a little angry and angry. He wanted to go forward and pick up the bartender.

However, he believes that this has the gentleman's demeanor, forced to hold his emotions, looked around and found that everyone is drinking.

Thinking about it, Emlin tried to speak:

"A glass of Ormill red wine."

The action of the bartender wipes the glass, lifts his head, and looks at the handsome man in front of the black and red with a weird look:

"No."

This is the world's top red wine, the price is amazing!

Emlin was not stupid, and realized from the other's eyes that he had ordered the wine that he should not have, and carefully recalled the following:

"A cup of Nanwell beer."

"5 pence." The bartender finally put the cup and the rag down.

Emlin directly pulled out the 1 banknote of Sule:

"No need to change."

“Thank you.” The bartender pointed to the left side of the road, “Ian is in the No. 1 card room.”

Emlinton outlined a smile and was happy and proud that he had solved a substantial problem. He did not go to the cup of Nanwell beer and turned directly to the No. 1 card room.

Hey! He knocked the door very politely.

"Please come in." A slightly loud voice was heard.

Emlin took the collar and pushed the door in and found that the scene was not exactly the same as he expected.

When he wants to come, since it is a card room, there must be a bunch of people around the long table, playing with Texas and other projects. Who knows that there are seven or eight people, but there is no poker. Every participant has a blank sheet of paper in front of him. In spite of the mess, I don’t know what is being recorded. Apart from these, there are only pens and multifaceted scorpions on the table.

Emlin instinctively turned his attention to the youngest one in the area. It was a handsome boy with the same red eyes. It looked like only fifteen or six years old.

"Ian?" Emlin confirmed as he spoke.

Ian nodded and smiled:

"Yes, this gentleman, do you have anything? Or do you want to join us in this game?"

"Game?" Emlin instinctively asked.

Ian laughed and said:

"Yes, the game, I don't like playing cards, I don't like billiards, but I have to find something to do here every day. I found inspiration from the biography of Russell the Great, that is to organize some people, sitting Together, try the paper adventure.

"In this game, as long as you 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 archaeology that loves whimsy. Home, then go to an old castle together, look for stories hidden in history, and fight with all kinds of monsters."

"Sounds a bit interesting." Emlin inexplicably feels that such a game is a good fit for himself.

"Haha, do you want to participate? We are involved in a conspiracy this time, and we will face a powerful ancient vampire. He seems to have a handsome face, but the bottom of the skin is full of pustules that are burned by blood." Ian warmly invited.

Blood family, thank you! Emlin's face twitched invisibly, directly saying:

"I have something to entrust you."

"Well... let's go to the room next door." Ian stood up with his dome hat and old bag.

Next door is the billiard room, and no one is inside. The well-behaved and sophisticated boy closes the door. After a look around, he looks at Emlin Road:

"Sir, I don't know you. I don't know who introduced you?"

Emlin slightly lifted his chin and smiled and said:

"Sherlock. Moriarty."

His voice just fell, suddenly looked around, raised his hand and pinched his nose.

"It turned out to be the detective of Moriarty." Ian sighed with no disguise. "I was relieved, yes. Didn't he go to Desi Bay for a holiday? When did he come back?"

Emlin put down his right hand and said the same:

"He didn't come back. I went to the place where he rented and looked for him.

“Frankly speaking, the normal vacation should end in mid-to-late January, and it is now April.”

"He, will there be any accidents?" Ian asked with some concern.

Emlin thought about the ability and mystery of Sherlock Moriarty and shook his head:

"Maybe just involved in a complicated case."

Ian did not say more, and instead asked:

"What do I call you? What commission do you have?"

"You can call me Mr. White." Emlin took out a paper-like road with a wanted order, "Help me find these five people."

Ian took the past and looked at it carefully:

"A valid clue of 20 pounds, a position of 150 pounds, is it acceptable?"

"No problem." Emlin felt that the price was simply too cheap.

Compared with this, his offer at the Tarot meeting is too exaggerated.

Ian folded the paper and finally asked:

"Mr. White, if there is a clue, where should I go to find you?"

"South Bridge, Harvest Church." Emlin has already thought of the answer.

Ian heard a few words and looked at him in amazement:

"You are a believer in the 'God Mother Earth'? This is rare in Beckland."

"No!" Emlin shook his head firmly. "I just volunteered there."

Before Ian spoke, he asked first:

"Who is your red eye inherited?"

When I saw Ian, he wanted to ask this question, because in the old age, red eyes belonged to the characteristics of the blood family. However, in the Quaternary, humans and blood families had a long mixed life. The inhabitants of the empire, therefore, have a wide range of friendships, and many descendants have been born. The "hybrids" with bright red eyes have gradually increased, and have been inherited from generation to generation, becoming one of the most common twilights in human beings.

To put it simply, every red-eyed human ancestor has a blood family.

Ian replied in some confusion:

"My father... I don't know if I go up, because I am a street child."

It doesn't seem to belong to the kind that is also associated with the blood family... Emlino gave a premune of 20 pounds in disappointment and turned away from the billiard room.

When he stayed away, Ian did not immediately return to the card room, but closed the door again and opened the air:

"Detective Moriarty has not returned to Beckland, I am a bit worried about him."

There was a sudden appearance in the void of the billiard room. She was pale and exquisite, wearing a black bonnet and wearing the same Gothic style court dress, which was the "respiratory soul" Sharon.

"He is doing very well." Sharon replied with no emotions, and his figure disappeared and disappeared.

"Every time I say that, you have been communicating with Moriarty detectives..." Ian whispered, picking up the newspaper in the corner of the billiard room.

At the top is the "Taxok newspaper", which is pressed against "Sea News", which originally reported on the different colonies of the Kingdom of Lun and what happened at sea, but because of current technological conditions, The sea news to Beckland has been seriously outdated, and it is of little use to those in need, so the sales are not good and the worse.

Later, under the proposal of the new editor-in-chief, the style of the newspaper has changed, and there have been many rumors on the sea, as well as various strange stories about pirates about adventurers, which are more like story compilations than news reports.

Surprisingly, this style is quite popular, especially the content related to ghosts, ghosts, sea monsters and treasures. It has become the first choice among the various bars in the various bars, and the minority who know the words bragging most illiterates. It's fake, but it's interesting enough.

Ian flipped through the newspapers at random, didn't find anything to pay attention to, and was only impressed with a report on "Sea News":

"It is reported that on the evening of March 25, the fleet of 'The King of Undead' attacked a ship that returned to Fossac from East Byron, and robbed all the goods and money, and the 'slaughter' Gilshies was like him. Like the title, I completed a **** 'burial'..."

These pirates are really arrogant... Ian shook his head, put down the newspaper, returned to the card room and continued his game.

Outside the bar, Emlin boarded the carriage and leaned against the wall, watching the streetlight slowly receding.

He squeezed his nose again and said to himself silently:

"A ‘resentment’?

"Ian this weapon businessman really has a lot of channels...good!"

Emlin closed his eyes and had more expectations for his commission.

............

The sunlight outside the window shines and the captain's room is dyed golden.

Edwina sat in her chair, holding a book and looking to the opposite side:

"So, do you think that the three empires of Solomon, Tudor, and Terencest have coexisted?"

"This is a necessary condition for the Battle of the Four Emperors." Klein responded simply.

He is holding the book of the Three Worlds in his hand. This comes from a member of the life school, and then falls into the hands of the "Iceberger", which is outside the material world, the spiritual world, and the absolute rational world. There are some spells with some content, and there is no shortage of places. Klein’s focus today is to study this piece, hoping to find a better way to use the "Poseidon Scepter" and the "bug of time".

Klein actually found out that the books collected by Lieutenant General "Iceberg" are all kinds of ancient documents that are not systematic, which is inconsistent with the characteristics of the church of "the **** of knowledge and wisdom". Therefore, he guesses that "knowledge and Inside the church, the orthodox, systematic occult knowledge is forbidden to be disclosed to non-church people.

Edwina just wanted to ask again, and suddenly found that the "Golden Dream" speed gradually slowed down, looked up at the window, looked a few eyes, cold and open:

"By Yam is here."

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