Chapter 19 Brave Bar

who? How would I know I purchased the "Sheriff" formula? Xio's dark green pupils shrank, and he looked around in astonishment, but he didn't find any suspicious gazes.

According to Mr. A, transactions with him should be very safe and confidential... At the end, Xio couldn't help but look at the single sofa, only to see Mr. A who covered his facial features with the shadow of the hood, still looking at everyone quietly , did not show the slightest difference.

She nudged Forsi lightly with her elbow, and asked in a low voice:

"should I go?"

Forsi took the note, glanced at it, and replied without hesitation: "Go, at least Mr. A is watching now, no one dares to do anything to you, you can take this opportunity to find out what the other party's purpose is. What is it, maybe you can really get the potion material you want?"

"It makes sense..." Xio himself was a very active person, and immediately nodded to the waiter, followed him to the outside of the study again, and put on a robe with a hood.

This hat can cover my entire face, and I can hardly see the road ahead... Xio put on the hood, opened the door, and saw a man in a black tuxedo sitting behind the desk.

The man wore a golden mask on his face, exposing his eyes, nostrils, mouth and cheeks, making it impossible to imagine his original appearance.

The light brown eyes behind the golden mask turned, and the man pointed to the chair opposite the desk and said:

"sit."

His voice is purposely hoarse, but nothing extra special.

Xio closed the door of the study with his backhand, raised his chest and raised his head, sat down to the predetermined position without losing his momentum, and asked:

"Do you have the main ingredients for the 'Magistrate' potion?"

The masked man chuckled and said:

"Yes, I have both the eyes of the fear bug and the right palm of the silver-white war bear."

"In fact, I found someone to sell the recipe for the potion 'Sheriff'."

No wonder... Although Xio is often ridiculed by her friends for being brainless, she is not completely reckless to survive in the circle of Extraordinary people, the gangsters and the poor in the East District. She has a beast-like intuition for danger.

She asked in a deep voice:

"Why are you doing this?"

"Choose a suitable helper." The masked man chuckled, "With your financial situation, it is difficult to get enough money for these two extraordinary materials in a short period of time. Of course, you can resell the formula in other extraordinary parties. But trust me, it puts you in unnecessary danger, our circles don't necessarily overlap, but I'm not alone."

Xio frowned and said, "Since you have a huge organization and the formula for 'sheriff' or even 'arbitrator' potion,

Why do you still ask me for help? "

"There are some things that we don't want to come out on our own. There are many reasons for this, but I don't need to tell you, and every 'arbitrator' who steps into the path of Extraordinary by himself has more or less aristocratic connections behind him. It is also what we need." The masked man roughly explained a few sentences.

It seems that he doesn't know my background, or even my reputation in the Eastern District... Hugh relaxed a little.

The masked man continued:

"You should treat it as an entrustment outside the Extraordinary party. I will give you some tasks and pay you accordingly. If you think it is dangerous, you can refuse. This is a fair and free transaction. When you have saved enough money, you can You can come to me to buy materials."

This... Hugh, who was worrying about the financial situation, suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. He held back for 9 seconds and said:

"As long as I have the right to refuse the task, I can consider it."

"No problem." The masked man laughed and said, "We can now agree on the place and method of meeting in the future. In order to make you feel at ease, I will give you the initiative."

"Okay." Although Xio was still confused and didn't understand why the other party asked him to do something, he still agreed.

At least she doesn't see obvious harm right now.

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Throughout the day on Sunday, Klein was busy buying chairs, tea sets, and mending clothes. He spent a total of 6 pounds and 9 soli to restore the living room, dining room, and himself to their original state.

"It's really a loss. I hope the police department can finally compensate me for my loss from Meursault's inheritance. Hey, I don't have much hope, at most a part." Klein put away the invoices and receipts, waiting for them to be useful later. opportunity.

Of course, purely from the perspective of income, he actually earned a lot. Meursault's Extraordinary characteristics are worth at least 300 pounds, or even more.

And the premise of all this is that Klein has access to the circle of Extraordinary people.

After dinner, Klein put on a solid-colored sweater, a gray-blue worker's coat, and a peaked cap. He went out again, changed trains twice, and arrived at Iron Gate Street in the Backlund Bridge area.

After walking a few steps, he saw the "Brave Bar", the black wooden gate that seemed to be heavy, and a strong man with his arms folded close to two meters.

The strong man looked at Klein, but he didn't stop him from pushing the door in. He just twitched his throat when he heard the sound of cheers and toasts inside.

This time period was the peak of the bar business. Before Klein entered, he felt the heat wave blowing against his face, smelled the strong aroma of malt wine, and heard loud and noisy voices.

Not surprisingly, he saw two tables in the center of the bar, one where a dog-and-mouse match was being staged, and the other where two boxers were waiting patiently, preparing for the upcoming fight.

The smell of wine was mixed with the smell of sweat. Klein lifted his gold-rimmed glasses, pinched his nose, and squeezed his way to the bar counter while protecting his belongings.

Before the bartender could speak, he said first:

"A glass of Southwell beer."

This is the best beer produced by the Kingdom of Loen.

"Five pence." The bartender replied familiarly.

Klein took out a handful of coins, counted 5p to the other party, and exchanged for a large wooden cup filled with golden liquor. The aroma of beer was rich and attractive.

"In front of it, a lot of beer can't even be called wine, it can only be regarded as a drink." The bartender laughed.

Klein picked it up and drank it, only to find it refreshing and refreshing. At first, it was bitter and fragrant, then the taste of malt surged out, and the aftertaste was a little sweet.

Putting down the cup, looking at the delicate and white foam, he took the opportunity to ask:

"Where is Kaspers Kanlinin?"

The bartender stopped wiping the cup, looked up at him for a few seconds, and pointed to the side:

"In billiard room number three."

In the spirit of not wasting money, Klein brought the cup and walked to the No. 3 billiard room.

He just knocked lightly, and the door creaked and swung open.

The two men holding billiard cue sticks inside stopped and looked at the door together.

"I'm looking for Kaspers Kanlinin." In the silent atmosphere, Klein hastily added, "The 'old man' introduced it."

Hearing this sentence, the half-century old man with a big nose and a linen shirt said in a deep voice:

"come in."

He has a large, mouth-turning scar that stretches from the corner of his right eye to the right side of his mouth, and his nose is typical of rosacea, almost entirely tinged with red.

Klein walked in slowly with a cup in his hand, only to see Kanlining's billiard opponent put down the pole skillfully, left the room, and closed the door smoothly.

Kaspers Kanlinin limped around and asked:

"what do you want?"

"A powerful special revolver and fifty rounds of ammunition." Klein took another sip of Southwell beer.

"3 pounds and 10 soli." Kaspers quoted the price, "It must be more expensive than a regular weapon store, and it includes the risk I take."

"Deal." Klein took out five 1-pound banknotes that he had prepared earlier from his trouser pocket, and counted four of them to the other party.

Caspers checked the authenticity casually, nodded and said:

"You are more refreshing than your appearance, wait for me for five minutes."

He put the money on the billiard table, leaned on the pole, and limped towards the door.

After watching Caspers go out, Klein looked back at the currently popular billiards in a bored manner, and found that they were very consistent with the mature snooker on Earth.

It must be you, Great Emperor Roselle... He almost shook his head and laughed.

After waiting for a while, Kaspers pushed open the door and entered, holding an item wrapped in brown paper and two 5-soul banknotes in his hand.

Klein took the money and things, opened them on the spot, and saw a silver-white revolver with a long barrel in his eyes. Its handle seemed to be made of walnut.

In addition, there are fifty yellow bullets neatly placed in the box.

Klein tried the empty gun, loaded five bullets, stuffed the revolver into the underarm gun pouch he had bought earlier, then packed up the remaining bullets, looked up at Kaspers, and said after deliberation:

"If I want to hire a good bodyguard, who should I talk to?"

"Very powerful, the kind that surpasses the limits of human beings."

Kaspers rubbed his big red nose, his gaze became cold.

He looked at Klein seriously for two minutes, creating a terrifying sense of oppression with his silent attitude:

"I can ask for you, but there is no guarantee that someone will take up this task."

It seems that I know more than one Extraordinary... Klein raised the corner of his mouth and said:

"Whatever the outcome, allow me to express my thanks in advance."

Caspers put away the banknotes on the billiard table, and walked out again. After ten minutes, he returned to the room, and Klein had already finished the large glass of Southwell beer in boredom.

"He wants to meet you before making a decision." Kaspers said in a deep voice.

"No problem. If it were me, I would have to assess the difficulty of the task first." Klein nodded with a smile.

He followed Kaspers, who was struggling to walk, through the crowded side of the ring and into the bar near the kitchen.

Kaspers suddenly stopped, knocked on a door, and after waiting for permission, led Klein to push the door and enter.

It's a poker room with a dozen guys playing Texas Hold'em.

Seeing Kaspers and Klein come in, a man in a white shirt and black vest slowly stood up, while the other players who were playing cards stopped, and none of them made a sound.

With a glance, Klein frowned slightly.

He found that except for the man who stood up, the rest of the card players had an indescribably strange smell, their faces were pale, and their eyes were like beasts.

Tapping his left teeth twice, Klein quietly activated his spirit vision.

His muscles tensed suddenly, and he almost couldn't control his expression, because the auras of those card players were all dark black!

This means that among the dozen or so people playing cards, except for the man who got up, the rest are all dead!

No, it's not just a dead person, a dead person has no aura color!

These are living corpses!

A rotten feeling rushed over his face, and the man in the white shirt and black vest walked in front of Klein.

His face was also pale, and there seemed to be a lot of malice in his eyes.