"You can just tell me that's the way it is," Nese said.
"I'm a detective. Not a judge." Dix stroked his mustache with a sly glint in his eyes.
When Nesse was walking on the empty Boni Street in the early morning, he suddenly realized that he had completely seen through Ungoro's superficial evil plan.
Those tragedies were all orchestrated by Angoro's red-faced club. They then made serious announcements and lied about catching the murderer. Originally, this bomb would eventually be dropped on Fei Bohui's head.
And he, the apostle of destruction and destruction who appeared at the right time, was just another option as a scapegoat.
Un'Goro could make two preparations. If he could not overthrow the Feibo Society within these few days, he could just put all the blame on him at the Destruction Cult gathering three days later and show his goodwill to the Feibo Society.
As Dix said:
"Walking on two legs."
The light red sunlight came from behind through the cemetery, casting a dark shadow in front of him, and he put on a sarcastic smile.
Nesai and Velede are both in a lot of trouble...
Squeak——
He turned back suddenly.
The cemetery's rusty fence gate is rickety. A large group of ghost-headed crows flew away from a dead tree.
Is there someone over there observing him secretly?
Nesse put his guard up and continued to move forward as if nothing had happened. This place was about two blocks away from the messy butt of the tavern.
Everything returned to silence. Maybe it was just a gust of wind, or thieves and robbers who got up early, and zombies and monsters who went to bed late.
These were acceptable and he was prepared for them. As long as it's not Ufa Ufa's eyeliner or Winnie.
…
Have a safe journey.
There was no robbery. A strangely dressed hawker pulled a mechanical cart out of the alley and passed an open window. The smell of boiling potion came from inside.
The door has not opened yet.
Nesse wandered around the door boredly, beginning to regret not staying at Dix Detective Agency for a while longer.
For a moment, Nese was sure she saw Winnie. Just above the eaves of a distant building, a mixed shadow of cyan and brown passed by.
The afterimage quickly disappeared to the east, and he had no intention of chasing it.
The gold-medal thug of Mr. Ode, the boss of Feibo Club, and the number one bounty hunter in Semeran. In order to switch jobs as a stalker, he could ask Dix a few more questions, but what was the need?
He inquired about the news in Semeran, and then left here, perhaps following Zhinet's instructions to go to other planes and never see her again.
Nese began to bang on the battered door.
"Coming, coming, coming."
There was a noise from the door, and Bonodoze revealed a sleepy eye through the crack of the door. "Who is it?"
"I."
"Who?" Bonodoze rubbed his eyes.
"We agreed that."
"What did you say?"
Nesai reached in through the crack in the door, grabbed his collar, and lifted it up. "Me. Veled. Let's go to Moseran."
"Oh oh oh!"
Bonodoze struggled and shouted repeatedly: "I remember, you are the boy yesterday. I promised you, why don't you go?"
Nese watched the tavern owner struggling to open the door clumsily, but couldn't help but reach out to help. "Sorry. I was so rude."
"Then you can pay."
Bonodoze let him in and began to ramble, "The kitchen is still a mess! I have to clean it up for a long time! The chef and the dishwasher are both clamoring for compensation for work-related injuries... You still owe me thirty gold coins..."
"I didn't stay here yesterday. You said that the room fee and the kitchen damage fee would be counted as 30 gold coins."
"There's also lost wages. I can't open the door today. Maybe not tomorrow. I said thirty gold coins. You heard me. I said it. That's the right amount. You have to pay me back, just this week. Inside."
Bonodoze moved slowly on crutches. The opening at the top of the robe was greasy, revealing a large bandage soaked in medicinal solution, which made him look a little pitiful.
But overall, he's an unpleasant old man.
"How do we get to Moseran?"
Nese followed him inside. "I didn't see the carriage."
"Carriage! You are crazy! Is one of my professors going to the academy in a carriage?" Bono Doze shouted.
Nese didn't know who was crazy.
"I haven't asked yet, what do you teach?"
Bonodoze took him to the backyard, and Nesse looked around.
They were standing next to a dark iron platform, with a dark cylinder protruding from it. It was less than two meters high and had a radius of nearly one meter. There were spells from the space realm on the surface.
"Am I not obvious enough?"
Bonodoze pulled him into the cylinder. What a strange teleportation device. Nese frowned and obeyed. "It's all that little girl's fault. Otherwise, you would have known how good I am." The tavern owner muttered.
"Uh-huh." Nese smelled a hint of gunpowder.
The smell of gunpowder?
boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
They were fired from the barrel.
"Everyone calls me Professor Bomb!!!" Bonodoze shouted into his ear.
The scenery on the earth becomes like a lake.
The wind filled their senses.
Soon everything turned into a purple undercurrent of light and dark.
Nese was 100% sure that they had entered some kind of plane passage.
Plop!
They fell into a vat of sponge.
Nesai shook his head and climbed out first.
In front of me is a simple and damp office——
It's quite big. The tables, chairs, and bookshelves are all made of dry hollow wood that feels like they'll fall apart if touched. The floor creaks when you step on it, and the walls are filled with bottles and cans half as tall as a person.
"Welcome to my office." Bonodoze said in a standard tone of introducing products.
"Are you really called Professor Bomb?"
Nese picked up something like a rose at the table, and the rose turned into blood on her hand.
"Don't touch it!!!"
Bono Doze rushed over, quickly picked up a tin pot, and sprayed a fishy-smelling oil on his hands. As soon as Nese felt a little burn-like pain, it was covered by the coolness of the oil.
"It's not me who calls me that, it's everyone who calls me that."
Bono Doze dropped the tin pot and gasped, becoming old again, "I am a professor at Serum Academy, teaching potion making, cooking and bombs.
Remember, you will appear as my disciple in a moment. When others call you 'Bomb Boy', don't make a fuss with others, be gentle and make money. "
"knew."
I see. Nese thought to herself.
Bonodaze is indeed suitable for opening a restaurant. Stuff explosives under every chair to add subtlety to the dishes ordered by unsavory guests.
He walked to the wall and looked at the containers that accounted for about one-third of the office volume. Most of them were liquid. "Are these the materials for bombs?"
"The two cans against the wall are, and the rest is wine." Bonodoze said without any shame, "I'm not pretending to be a public servant for personal gain..."
Halfway through his words, he seemed to have forgotten the reason and said instead: "It's not the case anyway."
"Okay. What are we going to do now?" Nese asked. "You said there was a chance."
"Unlimited fighting for the chosen ones! All departments will participate! Half of the prizes will go to you and half to me!"
