9: 30 am, Baekeland Bridge area, Iron Gate Street, The Brave.
After Emlyn White got off the carriage, he stood rooted to the ground in a daze. He looked ahead in a daze, almost forgetting to avoid the sunlight.
At this moment, the main door of the bar was firmly shut, with no signs of opening.
As a Sanguine who didn't have much activity and had only entered bars a few times at night, Emlyn never expected that the bar wouldn't be open in the morning. The moment he finished reading the note, he turned around and left the Harvest Church in excitement. He took public transportation and rushed over, hoping to obtain the information as soon as possible.
In order to save time, he even endured the cramped environment and unpleasant smell of the steam subway.
At that moment, Emlyn was a little infuriated, but he knew that he was in the wrong. All he could do was walk around Iron Gate Street with a straight face, indicating that he hadn't come for nothing.
Just as he was about to approach a rental carriage parked on the street, he suddenly saw a familiar figure from the corner of his eye.
The other party was wearing a brown round hat, an old coat, and a worn-out satchel. It was the black market arms and intelligence merchant, Ian.
Hehe, my intuition is quite accurate. I knew he would appear so early! Emlyn's anger turned to delight as he stuffed his hands into his pockets and leisurely walked over. He stood in front of Ian and chuckled.
"Good morning."
Ian raised his head to glance at the handsome man in front of him and replied with some surprise, "That's right.
"Good morning, Mr. White. You should be here in the evening."
"Now seems to be a good time." Emlyn smiled in a good mood. "Ian, why do you always wear the same clothes and look the same every time I see you?"
Ian didn't seem to mind at all.
"This makes me look more mature and low-key.
"Of course, the main reason is that I don't have money."
His last remark was added in a playful tone.
"I'm looking forward to you wearing this in the summer." Emlyn scoffed.
"Then I'll take off my coat." As Ian spoke, he took out two pieces of paper from his worn-out bag. They were the "bounty notice" that Emlyn had previously given him. "Someone saw this person in East Borough."
He handed one of the pieces of paper to Emlyn. It was labeled as Argos.
Seeing that there were clues to the Primordial Moon believers, Emlyn asked in delight, "Is there a Primordial Moon?
"Where is he?"
Ian didn't reply. He just looked at him and smiled.
Emlyn was already experienced. He immediately took out his wallet and counted 150 pounds before handing it to the man.
"This is your reward."
Ian smiled.
"There's still half left."
"There's still half left?" Emlyn nearly wanted to let the black market arms and intelligence merchant in front of him know how powerful the Sanguine was. This was because the agreement was 20 pounds for effective clues and 150 pounds for pinpointing the location.
However, he quickly understood the hidden meaning behind the other party's words.
"You found another one?"
"Yes." Ian handed over the remaining piece of paper in his hand. "When my friend was observing Argos and confirming his residence, he discovered that he had met this Mr. Galis Kevin. Therefore, we simultaneously know the residences of two targets."
"… Very good." Emlyn emptied his wallet and gave another 150 pounds to Ian.
He was in an abnormally good mood, feeling that the Ancestor and Mr. Fool were protecting him. This was because there were only five targets in this batch. He had already hunted one, and now, he had obtained clues to the other two. As long as he succeeded, regardless of what the other Sanguine did, he could declare himself the final victor.
Ian seriously counted and checked the notes before suppressing his voice.
He suppressed his voice and said, "Argos is on the third floor of the apartment at 6 Limestone Street in East Borough, opposite the public washroom.
"Galis Kevin is also in East Borough. He lives in a room near the stairs on the first floor of 19 Beluga Street."
"I'll confirm your information. I believe you won't give up your business here for a mere 300 pounds." Emlyn nodded gently as he warned and reminded him. Following that, he chuckled. "How did they get found so easily?"
Ian's red eyes darted around as he looked around.
"First, many bounty hunters are my friends. They have a wide network of informants in East Borough.
"Second, the disguises of those two gentlemen aren't good enough. Despite being in East Borough, they are clearly different from the people around them. If they were willing to change into tattered clothes and do hard labor for more than twelve hours a day, I believe it would be very difficult for them to be discovered in the chaotic East Borough. "
Is that so? I have to pay attention to the environment when hiding myself … Emlyn silently muttered to himself, feeling that he had learned something new.
He didn't plan on heading to East Borough now. This was because even if he succeeded in taking action during the day, it would be very difficult to leave without causing a commotion. This was a rather dangerous act in Baekeland. It meant that he might be found by the Mandated Punishers or Nighthawks the moment he sneaked home.
Emlyn planned on coming over from eight to nine in the evening after the Tarot Gathering. He would decide when to take action based on the situation.
The Primordial Moon believer from before is pretty strong. These two shouldn't be too bad either. Although I'm confident, I don't think it's safe to do it alone … As Emlyn pondered, he waved his hand and bade Ian farewell. He took a rental carriage and headed south of the Bridge.
…
East Chester County's capital, Stoen City.
Audrey stood behind the railing and watched as the servants placed the items they had brought from the family castle in suitable spots. The scene was lively but orderly, without any chaos.
I'll send someone to Associate Professor Michel later and tell her that I'll be visiting the Relic Search and Preservation Foundation tomorrow … I hope they've already obtained some items that are related to Beyonders … Audrey's thoughts wandered for a moment as she couldn't help but smile. She was proud of her decision to donate money to establish the foundation.
Her beautiful emerald-green eyes darted around and saw the time on the wall clock. She hurriedly reined in her thoughts and turned to walk back to her bedroom.
In a corner of the bedroom, the golden retriever, Susie, was sprawled on the ground with her front legs crossed, giving her an elegant charm.
An open book was placed in front of it, and the book was densely packed with lines of words.
From time to time, Susie would raise one of her front legs and fiddle with it, flipping the pages of the book. She was reading very seriously.
Every time I see Susie like this, I feel a little ashamed … Audrey, you can't slack off on your studies! Audrey encouraged herself as she slowly walked over, prepared to get Susie to guard the door.
Susie raised her head, glanced at Audrey, and swiftly stood up.
She then quickly stood up and said, "I understand!"
With that said, she ran out of the bedroom with light footsteps, not forgetting to close the door.
"… I haven't said anything yet," Audrey blinked and muttered to herself.
She had already given similar instructions many times. To prevent Susie from noticing, she would stay alone in her room from three in the afternoon to three thirty in the afternoon every Monday, preventing humans and dogs from approaching her. She deliberately did similar things at other times, pretending to have a gathering and pretending to be alone, as well as maintaining a regular and chaotic routine.
I have to say that Susie's existence has effectively increased my motivation to study, efficiency, and the strictness with which I handle matters … I can't let myself be inferior to a dog! However, being better than a dog doesn't seem like a compliment … Audrey puffed up her cheeks in a self-deprecating manner, sat by the bed, and waited for the Tarot Gathering to begin.
…
Three in the afternoon, above the gray fog.
Dark red figures leaped up from both sides of the long bronze table at the same time, immediately solidifying into a blurry state.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool ~" Audrey said briskly as she stood up and bowed.
The other members also greeted one after another, and the existence at the end of the long, mottled table nodded in response.
As she sat down, Magicians Fors couldn't help but glance at Mr. World, thinking about how she should speak.
Apart from conveying her teacher's answer to Ma 'am Hermit, she planned on doing a few things. First, she told Mr. World that due to the difficulty of the mission, she could add a sum of money, but she needed to wait for a period of time. This was because the sale of the house wasn't that fast. Second, after repeated consideration, she had thought of a good way to earn money and raise her strength. It was an inspiration she had obtained from World's actions: rent out Leymano's Travels!
When a member needed a similar item to temporarily raise their combat strength to deal with certain situations, they could rent Leymano's Travels from her. The rent was split into two parts. One part was cash, which wasn't too expensive. The other part was recorded Beyonder powers. This also meant that the renter had to promise to return the spellbook with a few additional pages written on it.
Of course, as the provider, Fors would record the Apprentice's "Door Opening" and other useful abilities on it so that the renter could receive the corresponding help.
The most likely problem with this transaction was that the renter might not return it, but with Mr. Fool in the Tarot as a witness, Fors believed that no one would be greedy and stupid.
As for the death of the renter, the loss of Leymano's Travels was an accident with a low probability. With everyone knowing that they could seek Mr. Fool's help in times of crisis, it was an even lower probability!
How can there be no risk in doing business … I'll have to communicate with Mr. World later and confirm the time period he wants to use it to prevent any conflicts … Fors retracted her gaze and heard Ma 'am Hermit say, "Don't worry.
"Honorable Mr. Fool, there are two pages of Rosell's diary this time."
Ever since I made contact with Queen Mystic, the amount of diary entries has been terrifyingly stable … Klein nodded slightly and chuckled.
"Very good."
After a brief silence, Cattleya conjured two yellowish-brown pages as she watched them jump into Mr. Fool's palm as though they were traversing through the spirit world.
Klein then slowly lowered his gaze and looked at the diary in his hand.
"29th December. It's almost a new year.
"All the mausoleums have been built. There's no turning back now."
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