In the evening, the shadows of the carriages and horses were dragged long by the sunset.

Klein, who had already told Benson and Melissa, had had dinner at Black Thorn Security and was taking a bus with Old Neal to the dock area.

He was wearing the cheap formal outfit because he was worried that conflicts would be prone to similar occasions - if he broke the tuxedo that he usually served carefully, it would not be just a pity.

When the sun shone with a burning feeling, the carriage stopped. The old Neil, who was still wearing a classic black robe and a round-edged felt hat in the same color, walked towards the "Dragon Bar" diagonally opposite without caring about others' eyes.

Even though the bar was a little far apart and even if the door was heavy and closed, Klein could still hear the shouts from inside, which seemed to be cheering for some "hero".

As soon as he approached, he suddenly felt a sense and turned his head to look at the goods warehouse opposite the bar. He saw a burly man with uniform clothes standing on the hidden side of the roof.

The man was carrying a huge off-white mechanical box and carrying a thick and long rifle with complex structure in his hand.

And there is a clear pipe connection between the off-white metal box and the same-colored rifle.

"High-pressure steam rifle?" Klein whispered in shock, turned to look at Old Neil and said, "Can this bar get such a weapon?"

This is a military control product!

Although extracted phlogistin is used, the size and weight of the high-pressure steam backpack is still amazing and must be borne by a real predator. The bullets powered by it have extremely high speed and are quite amazing in destructive power.

With appropriate aiming, it can almost be equivalent to a poor quality sniper rifle.

"What?" Old Neil looked over with his eyes narrowed, with a look of confusion, "What's wrong here?"

Something happened? Klein looked around and found that there were still several men with rifles on their hands searching for something.

"What's wrong?" Old Neil approached the bar and asked the burly man guarding outside the door.

The burly man clearly knew Old Neil, and his muscles on his face trembled and said with a wry smile:

"The bar was almost demolished just now."

"It is said that a wanted guy came to buy materials and was recognized, so he became like this... My Lord, what did he do, how dangerous it is, and needs to be treated like this? Seeing those guns, my legs were softer, even softer than having sex with Red-haired Shanni all night!"

He didn't know what the wanted person was, nor did he know that the guys who came here to buy materials were mixed with extraordinary people.

"The wanted guy? Do you know what his name is?" Old Neil asked with interest.

"Call it, call Tris?" The burly man answered with uncertainty.

"Instigator" Tris Klein nodded suddenly and understood what was going on.

Tris hadn't known that he had been suspected by Joyce Meyer, so he swaggered to the underground trading market to purchase materials. As a result, he was recognized by the "Mechanical Heart" or "Punisher". The informant of the "Night Watcher" team, triggering a fierce conflict.

"Has he been caught?" Klein pointed a black cane with silver inlaid.

Judging from the posture around me, it seems that there is no such thing as...

The burly man shook his head slightly, pointed to the top of the opposite cargo warehouse with his chin and said:

"He rushed out before the terrifying guys arrived. Wow, I haven't seen anyone who can run better than him!"

In fact, you have not seen the real ability of "assassin", otherwise you will be taken to an indescribable place for re-education... Klein whispered.

"Is the trading market still open?" Old Neil turned to ask the key point.

"Just recovered." The burly man answered affirmatively.

"That's good." Old Neil took two quick steps, stretched out his right hand, and pushed open the heavy door.

Klein followed closely behind and walked in, almost smothered by the sultry and smell of wine that came to his face.

A boxing ring stands in the center of the "Dragon Bar". Two naked men are fighting fiercely. Dozens of drinkers around are shouting for their respective supporters, including some vulgar words.

Old Neil ignored them and led Klein around the ring and walked towards a pool room behind.

There were two people in the billiards holding clubs, talking and laughing. When Old Neil pushed the door in, he suddenly became quiet for a few seconds.

Confirm the visitor, they quietly moved out of their position and allowed old Neil and Klein to pass through the secret door behind them.

After walking through several rooms in a row, Klein suddenly saw a place as big as a staircase classroom in his previous life.

Some people set up street stalls here, filled with bottles and jars, and some people walk between the former, either scrutinizing, communicating, or comparing prices.

"All the proceeds will be given to Svein one-twentieth. Ah, he is the owner of the Dragon Bar, the captain of the former 'Punisher' team, older than me, an old guy who hopes to die of alcoholism." Old Neil introduced with a broken mouth.

Klein thought about it and commented sincerely:

“A pretty profitable business.”

Because the cost is just providing ground and shelter.

"If you have a crush on something and don't bring enough money, you can go to Svein to borrow it. Of course, he will charge very high interest..." At this point, Old Neil gritted his teeth for a moment.

Sure enough, just like a casino, it will provide usury services... Klein asked curiously while holding his cane:

“Mr. Sviin is a 'navigilator'?”

The captain of the "Punisher" team should be in the position of Sequence 7.

"No, it's just the 'Raging People'. Tingen does not belong to the coast. Here, the goddess's church is stronger than the Lord of the Storm." Old Neil sneered, "In fact, Svein has the opportunity to become the 'Vaiter', but he was afraid of losing control and chose to give up."

Klein was about to ask if the bar owner had almost lost control, but suddenly he sensed a strange phenomenon on the left.

There seemed to be something hidden there, whispering and telling.

Klein turned his head and saw a pale young man wearing a shabby linen shirt and blue-gray trousers unique to the working class, his eyes were very dispersed but crazy, and he was constantly talking about something.

"He has such a high inspiration...or is it twisted?" Klein frowned and whispered.

What just inspired me was the other party’s “inspiration”!

Normally, the perception brought by "inspiration" will definitely produce a certain interaction and can hardly be hidden from others. However, this "other" refers to a "spiritor" who has displayed his abilities and a powerful person with similar specialties. It is actually difficult for extraordinary people like Klein to distinguish them. Only when the other party's "inspiration" reaches a certain level or there is abnormal distortion, can he discover it.

When his eyes met, the young man with a pale face and messy black hair stepped forward and walked over with a half-sleeping and half-crazy expression.

He stopped in front of Klein and stared at the other person in a daze.

Suddenly, he laughed loudly:

"Haha, the smell of death, death...ah!"

Before he finished speaking, he screamed suddenly, his eyes closed tightly, and bloody liquid flowed out.

"Ah!" "Damn it!"... The young man covered his eyes, hugged his head, struggled and rolled on the ground. After a while, he calmed down and lay there gasped.

During the whole process, no one of the customers and vendors who set up stalls looked at each other.

Klein held down the half-height hat and looked at Old Neil next to him in a daze, expressing surprise and asking for advice with his actions.

"Don't worry, his name is Admisol, an orphan, nicknamed "monster". He is naturally inspired and often can see things that should not be seen and hear sounds that should not be heard, so he often talks nonsense and is often hurt." Old Neil shook his head and explained.

He could tell that my body had died once? Klein frowned, lowered his voice, and asked in confusion:

"Didn't you think about absorbing him into the team?"

"No, we don't have a sequence potion that suits him." Old Neil sighed.

Yes, this is equivalent to being born solidified and half of the sequence starts... Klein was curious and asked again:

"So which serial path is suitable for him?"

"The sequence 9 that he is suitable for is called 'monster'. His nickname comes from here. Unfortunately, only the life school can master the beginning of this sequence path." Old Neil replied in a low voice.

He tried his best to avoid the people around him in his conversations, so as not to leak information to those occultists.

School of Life? Klein recalled the materials he read before.

This secret organization appeared in the early stage of this era. The specific source is unknown, mainly based on the inheritance of master and apprentice.

Their specific theories and beliefs are also rarely passed down. Klein only knows that they divide the world into three levels: the absolute rational world, also known as the absolute truth world; the spiritual world; and the material world.

It is said that this secret organization has also produced a "prophet"... Isn't this a sequence path corresponding to the "Divider"? I don't understand it or not... Klein shook his head repeatedly, watching Admisol struggle to get up, wandering to another corner.

He restrained his mind, followed Old Neil, walked through street stalls, and found plants such as moon flowers, bergamot, night vanilla, and minerals such as sterling silver, citrine, ruby, etc.

"It's indeed quite complete..." Klein murmured in a low voice.

The mystic enthusiasts around him, both old and young, male and female, sometimes suddenly, sometimes distinguish, sometimes communicate, make this place quite lively.

"You go and I'll pay the bill." Old Neil pointed to one of the two rooms at the end.

"Okay." Klein nodded indifferently.

He walked slowly to a stall selling homemade amulets with a black cane and looked carefully for a while.

Just as Klein was about to communicate, he suddenly heard someone asking at the stall behind him:

"Is this the powder ground from beef and peony?"

Ox-tooth peony? Isn’t this an auxiliary material for the “audience” potion? Klein turned around thinking and looked at the inquirer.

As for this material, because "justice" was repeated several times at that time, he was deeply impressed by his own memory.
Chapter completed!