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Sharif’s mansion is not as messy and dirty as most bachelors, everything is neatly arranged, and there is no dust on the window sill. After all, as a “craftsman”, he is not lacking in money, just hindering Many acts require confidentiality, and it is not convenient to hire a large number of fixed servants. They have to ask for help on an hourly basis.

With a glimpse of his eyes, Alger found that there was no significant difference from the last time. The furnishings were extremely simple. There were no precious ornaments, paintings and sculptures, just like ordinary civilians.

Of course, Alger is very clear that Schalf is enough to be a rich man, but he doesn't care about the so-called decent. He can spend a few hundred pounds for a limited bottle of famous wine. He can send a house because of the mistress, but he will not buy expensive. Carpets, bone china tea sets, gold-plated cups and saucers, and famous oil paintings were wasted 1 pence.

"A cup of Sunia blood wine." Alger's expression has not changed, but using language and physical movements to show that he came in just to drink and drink.

Sharif shrugged his shoulders:

"You should be glad that I have not saved the habit of violently."

He walked to the small bar in the living room, took out a bottle of beautiful Sunia blood wine, and opened two cups.

Alger, who was looking for a sofa, took the opportunity to raise his hand and pinch the back of his neck, seemingly relieved the discomfort of the cervical spine.

With the cover of this action, he naturally looked around and looked at it quickly and quickly.

Because Schalf was too lazy to arrange and did not make any ornaments, Alger quickly completed the attempt, and his eyes stayed on the glass window of the distant cabinet for a second.

Through the glass, he saw some dried grass and flowers.

There are red-edged flowers, **** grasses, and monkey-faced leaves. The common point is that they belong to the South China continent and are basically not found in the North.

Alger regained his gaze and calmly watched Schalf coming over with a bottle and a glass of wine.

He reached out and he chatted with the other party about all the things on the sea until the half bottle of Sunia blood was drunk.

Alger saw it, smiled and left, and left.

Five minutes after he left, Schalf, who was quietly sitting and experiencing a slight feeling, suddenly stood up and came to the stairs and opened the wooden door to the basement.

"Does he have any doubts?"

"No."

"No matter what, here is no longer suitable for you to live, move to us as soon as possible."

"I still have some commissions not completed."

"You don't need to finish, you won't contact them anyway, you have already got a new life."

"Ok."

......

In the place where two houses were separated, Alger sat on the bench of a family's garden, pinched the earlobe with his right hand, and listened to the words from the wind.

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

West Byron, Port of Berens, a house that looks ordinary.

"Really because you have a bad relationship with the Knowledge Society, so I asked for the "Learning Language" spell?" Daniz wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Anderson Road opposite the floor with less confidence.

Anderson half is self-deprecating and half smiles too carelessly:

"Can't describe it badly..."

"That is hostility?" Deniz interrupted the other's words.

Anderson gave him a look:

"The negative effects of your gloves may not be as affordable as you think."

He paused, hehe added:

“The more accurate description is that people who are me or knowledge church are not happy to get along with each other.”

Daniz held the glove with the other hand, a little embarrassed to say:

"How can I request a spell?

"The occult matter of the priesthood directly to the priesthood of the Church of God is to be sealed to the seal!"

Daniz is only relatively reckless now, and he can't talk about stupidity.

Anderson paved the way:

"It's very simple. You directly mention my name, and then express that you have an urgent need to come to Xibailang. You don't have time to learn to speak. You don't dare to hire a local translator. You can only ask for help. I hope to get a few 'speaking languages.' 'Character.

"In this process, you have to show that you will be multi-lingual in the North, so that the missionaries know that you are not incapable of learning to speak, but not to learn, then they will test you, this time, as long as you If you can get a fairly good score, you can get a spell."

Test... When I heard this familiar word, Daniz’s forehead jumped unconsciously and forcibly smiled:

"You are afraid to take the exam, don't you dare to go by yourself?"

He was just free to find something to hide his uncomfortableness, but he saw Anderson's expression stiff for a second.

It seems that you still have something to fear... Daniz snorted and suddenly filled with confidence.

He strode into the ordinary house and found it more like a collection of classrooms than the missionary church in West Byron.

Then he saw the old man with white hair.

Although the gentleman did not wear the clergy costumes of the Knowledge Church, the unique scholarly temperament made Deniz believe that this is at least a bishop.

A similar feeling, he experienced it in the captain.

"Hello." Without a shadow cloak, Daniz, who was decorated by ordinary people, smiled and walked over.

The old man quietly watched him approach, slowly speaking:

"Daniz."

"..." Daniz stopped, stiffened there, and his mind was "He knows me?" "How can he know me?" "Is my wanted order not only spread at sea?"

The old man glanced at him and asked himself:

"Are you coming to the "Learning Language" spell?"

"Yes..." Daniz nodded, and Horan had the feeling that he had no secret in front of him.

The scholar-like old gentleman slammed the first:

"Are you going to go to the place where Katami and Messanes ruled?"

"Yes." Daniz is still a bit sluggish.

The scholar-like old gentleman's detective took four pieces of brass charm from his pocket:

"It can be used for two months, it should be enough."

"..." Daniz took it over and took it for a few seconds. "So?"

It's that simple?

Not going to take the exam?

"You don't want it?" The scholar-like old gentleman smiled slightly.

"No, no!" Daniz shook his head sharply, and before the brain reacted, he asked, "How do you know me? How do I know that I want the ‘language language' spell?”

The scholar-like old gentleman had a little more pity in his eyes, and he said slowly:

"Your captain contacted me.

"When you get off the boat, how can you stop and rush into the dock? She has already prepared for you the ‘Language Language’ spell.”

As he said, the old gentleman shook his head, his eyes were a bit complicated, like watching a very careless student in his class.

"...I should have thought of it, the captain is so careful, it is impossible to consider the problem of language barriers..." Daniz could not wait to raise his hand and slap himself.

The opposite old man saw the change in Danie’s expression and shook his head and asked:

"Is it not for you to come here and ask for help? I am planning to find you in a divination way."

"Ah, yes, it was proposed by Anderson Hood." Daniz immediately replied.

The scholar-like old gentleman stunned for a second, and his face calmed down.

At this time, Anderson was sitting in the shade outside the house, folding the branches, drawing patterns randomly in the exposed places of the lawn, and waiting for Daniz to leisurely.

He has no doubt about whether this unqualified "hunter" can find the "comprehensible language" spell, because as long as Daniz mentions "Iceberg Lieutenant" Edwina, everything will be simpler. The only difference is the number of rounds to be tested.

Just as he had just painted the head of the "King of the North" Yurisian, the familiar footsteps came from inside to outside, from far and near.

Anderson held the palm of his branch for a second, lifted his head, turned to the door, and saw that Daniz was holding a stack of thick paper, and his face was complicated.

"You, the exam failed?" Anderson showed a smile from the heart, and there was nothing to worry about if he couldn't get the "Learning Language" spell.

Daniz shakes his head and shakes his head:

"No exams."

"..." Anderson first glimpsed, and immediately asked, "Is your captain helpful?"

Daniz "hmm", and handed the stack of paper to Anderson, and said:

"The bishop inside told me to tell you that real hunters would not rely solely on instinct, not only on prey information, but also on grasping their psychology and knowing a lot of extra knowledge.

"This is the information he gave you."

Anderson’s expression was a bit short and complicated, and he immediately returned to normal. Hehe laughed:

"Fortunately, not too much."

Daniz’s lips moved a few times and finally held back the sudden smile. It was very serious:

"This is just a directory.

"The bishop said that you are trying to read the books of the names mentioned above within two years."

Anderson’s smile finally stuck on his face.

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

Desi Bay, Port Essen.

Like the passengers who normally traveled to the Southland, Klein bought a ticket to East Byron and boarded the steamer and sail, mixed with many passenger ships.

In the hustle and bustle, the ship sailed off the dock and soon entered the raging sea.

On the way, Klein found that the Desi Fleet of the Kingdom of Lun had been on a safe waterway and seemed to be on alert.

"The abnormal changes in the violent sea before also seem to have attracted the attention of the Lun military... In this way, the spiritual group should not be able to investigate without any scruples in this sea area. Of course, a fleet cannot monitor this place. All the channels..." Klein stood in the cabin and looked out the window, some of them thought with some emotion.

At this time, he heard the pray of the Unreal cascading, and quickly went to the fog to see what happened.

This time, the prayer was "upside down". He asked Mr. "fool" to inform the "hidden" that the "craftsman" was suspected of being controlled by a cult or a secret organization, hoping to get some help.