Not long after Klein and others had lunch, the detective who asked for leave returned to Green Park Street, which meant that the commission he accepted ended here.

Because Aturu's situation improved significantly, Logo Karoman was quite generous when settled his compensation, and a premium of 50% on the basis of 1 pound.

"I am worthy of being a jewelry merchant, and I am very generous in taking action. However, compared to the West District and other people in Queens, he is not that rich. Green Park Street is near the suburbs and is not far from the cemetery. I can reach it in ten minutes after running with all my might... Well, Miss Sharon, no, Miss Sharon, is probably the strong man in Sequence 5, and the charging standard is one thousand pounds for three days. As an extraordinary man in Sequence 7, I am only fifteen pounds a day, and the gap is a bit big..."

"Of course, if I could have such a task every day, my annual income would be more than 54 pounds, which belongs to the top of the middle class. The first manager of Bakerland Bank is only 5 pounds a year... Haha, this is just a simple fantasy. For most detectives, it is really not open for a week, and I will eat for a week... And the extraordinary materials I need for promotion sequence 6 will definitely be more than 3 pounds. It is a headache to think about it. For ordinary people, this is a huge wealth, a huge wealth that can maintain a good life for a lifetime!"

"The good news is that even if I master the acting method, it takes six months to three years to digest the potion of Sequence 7. Even if I can quickly summarize the rules of 'magic', at most one or two months ahead of the minimum. I still have enough time to save money and collect clues about materials..."

"Wait, Miss 'Justice' seems to owe me, um, my relatives are 5 pounds..."

"But her financial situation has not been very good recently, and it will be difficult to spend such a large amount of money in a few months..."

Klein left the West End with the three 5 pound bills with a very divergent thought.

After returning to Minsk Street, he quickly burned the used paper man and added two more.

In the evening, he took the steam subway to the Beckland Bridge area and knocked on the door of the party house according to the numbers provided in the newspaper.

Like the previous times, he wore an iron mask that could only cover the upper half of his face, put on a black robe with a hood, and under the guidance of the waiter, he entered the living room where only one candle was burning quietly.

At first glance, Klein found that there were nearly half of the extraordinary people at this party than before.

I was all here by the time, and the others were late? Klein did not change his walking posture and habitual movements this time, so he picked the corner position and sat down slowly.

After a few minutes, the old man "Eye of Wisdom" cleared his throat and said:

"Start the party, no one else will come."

Speaking of this, he explained a few words:

"Because the murderer was never found in that serial murder case, the night-time person, the punishment person, the mechanical heart and the most extraordinary people from the MI9 were sent out and are conducting large-scale investigations and searches."

"In this situation, it is normal and understandable for those friends to be unwilling to go out and participate in the gathering."

"Frankly, there are more people coming today than I thought."

Sure enough, the circle of extraordinary people is not isolated, but will also be affected by current affairs... Klein looked around and saw that the chubby pharmacist was not absent, and he felt a lot more relaxed.

The pharmacist pushed the iron mask on his face and shouted without any hope:

"You can negotiate the price of medulla crystals from the Elf Spring."

"I have." Klein spoke without hesitation.

He was worried that others had found such extraordinary materials, which allowed his goods to be backlogged.

Although extraordinary materials are scarce and there are few repetitions in separate circles, I am not afraid of ten thousand of these things, but I am afraid of what if.

"Please buy the medullary crystals of the Elf Spring..." The pharmacist seemed to have not heard anyone responding.

Halfway through, he was stunned, turned his head and looked at Klein, and asked with a hot look:

"You have?"

"Yes." Klein couldn't bear the other party's hot gaze.

While answering affirmatively, he rolled up his black robe and took out an iron cigarette box.

Bang! Klein opened the cigarette box and revealed the faded egg-like medullary crystal of the Elf Spring inside.

"If you are not at ease, you can ask the old gentleman of 'Eye of Wisdom' to make an appraisal." Klein added in a deep voice.

This is actually not very necessary, because whether it is an extraordinary material is clear at a glance, and whether it is contaminated after getting it can be discovered quickly.

However, if the knowledge of mysticism is not rich enough, it is easy for extraordinary people to mix similar materials into one. At this time, identification is needed.

The pharmacist looked at the extraordinary materials in Klein's hand like a beautiful girl who had been coveting for a long time, and shook his head a few seconds later:

"No, no need!"

"It's it!"

"It's it!"

Klein squinted his lips slightly and offered the price:

“3 pounds, and clues to pharmacist formula.”

"The clue of the pharmacist's formula... it's you!" The pharmacist was stunned for a moment, and finally understood who the person on the other side was.

It was the guy who asked him to take the sedative for a while!

Immediately, he felt extremely sad and regretful, sighed:

"You are indeed a lucky one!"

"Why didn't I choose that lucky road..."

After all, I am the king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck... Klein complained about himself.

The pharmacist sighed for a while, changed his sitting posture and said:

“This is too expensive, 2 pounds plus recipe clue.”

"The clues to the recipe are just accompaniment. Because I can't confirm the authenticity of it, so 3 pounds or a penny cannot be missing. I think someone else should need it." Klein smiled. "This price is actually very fair. If someone else, it might be 4 or even 5 pounds, and you might accept it."

"I'm not that stupid, I can still wait..." The pharmacist muttered a few words, "The clues can be identified by the old man, um, the old man of 'Eye of Wisdom'."

"It must be an objective and detailed thing before I can identify it. Simple clues are not in this rank. The Eye of Wisdom" said the old man.

Divination can roughly determine whether the clue is effective. Without involving two or three levels higher than itself... Klein silently said to himself.

However, he will not expose his own good at divination at the gatherings of extraordinary people.

"Okay... 3 pounds plus clues, you've made a profit!" The pharmacist took a breath, rubbed and took out a thick stack of cash, counted the corresponding amount, and then asked the waiter to take the paper and pen and write.

He made up the clues, crumpled the paper into a ball, and handed it to the waiter with cash and several other items.

When the waiter came over, Klein looked at it and suddenly became a little stunned.

Because in addition to cash and clues, there are four extra thin glass tubes containing seemingly pure liquid.

"What is this?" Klein asked in confusion.

"Did you forget? The sedative you want, my special sedative, 1 sulle per sedative, four slurs, so the cash is 29 pounds." The pharmacist replied, "If you are not assured about my sedative, you can apply for an appraisal."

I really forgot... I was all about winning the trust of Miss Sharon, and now she is not here. Well, it's okay, always having sedatives may be able to deal with some unexpected situations... Klein stopped speaking, shook out the medulla crystals of the Elf Fountain, took those things, counted cash in front of everyone's face, and identified the authenticity with the faint candlelight.

A total of 29 pounds...yes... Seeing that the wallet could no longer hold more cash, Klein had to roll up the banknotes and stuff them into his pocket.

After putting away the sedative, he opened the note and glanced at the clue:

"Bridge South District, Rose Street, Harvest Church, find Bishop Utlavsky. As long as you can help him complete a task, you can get a pharmacist formula."

Harvest Church, this is the church in the kingdom of Mother Earth Church, and this church controls two extraordinary ways: "cultivator" and "pharmacist"... The clues are very consistent... Klein thoughtfully re-folded the note.

The party moved forward. The extraordinary female person with the "craftsman" behind him did not come to attend or did not get a new extraordinary weapon, but never spoke up, which made Klein's expectations go blank. He now has 59 pounds of cash, so you can think about equipment.

After many transactions aborted, a man sitting on a high stool spoke quietly:

"A friend of mine was unfortunately found during this investigation. The person who was punished was locked into the underground of a storm church. I would like to ask a few helpers to rescue him."

The old man "Eye of Wisdom" immediately responded:

"'Wild Dog', give up this plan! A storm church's slaughter and seal is enough to destroy all of us here."

"The ending of your friend is already destined, don't let yourself fall into the same desperate situation."

"Wild Dog" looked around and found that no one responded to him. She couldn't help but pound his thigh and growled:

"But, what did he do wrong?"

"He is an excellent internal physician. He has saved many patients. He has never hurt anyone! Just because he has taken potions and became an extraordinary person, he will be detained to a place where the sun will never be seen, and even be an experimental product for the punishment person?"

"Why?"

"Why……"

The "wild dog"'s painful and desperate question echoed in the room, and even the pharmacist who had never been able to control his mouth remained silent.

Alas... Klein, the former official extraordinary person, could only sigh in his heart.

Without announcing the "playing method", all wild extraordinary people are time bombs...

But if the "playing method" is popularized, the situation may be more chaotic and bloody... After all, extraordinary characteristics are immortal and conserved...

In this depressing atmosphere, the party came to an end. Klein, who had no other gains, spoke again:

"Who has pistol bullets with different extraordinary effects attached?"

"For example, purification effects, demon hunting effects, etc."

He did not specifically require the caliber of the bullet, because he does not have a gun now, so he can wait until he buys the bullet before making it.

In a quiet state, a female extraordinary person who was also sitting in the corner responded in a low voice:

"I can ask you for a question and I will give you the answer next time the party."

It seems that it is the lady with the "craftsman" behind her... Klein breathed:

"OK."

When the party ended, he did not return to Minsk Street directly, but went to the East District, changed his clothes, and headed to the junction of the North District and Hilston District.

That was the place where Copstee Reid, a suspected member of the Spiritual Cult, rented.
Chapter completed!