It was drizzling.
Just like the day Sean Dickinson first set foot on New Landale.
Today, however, the weather is much colder.
Shawshank Rogers, wearing a "Wild Gunslinger" mask, walked towards a building. As he breathed, white mist continued to float from his mouth.
Today, he still wears a cowboy hat and a black suit. However, considering that it was a negotiation occasion, he replaced the exaggerated gun bag with a hidden sling style, and the refined silver gun rested safely under his left side.
It takes about seven minutes for raindrops to fall from the clouds to the ground.
During the seven-minute journey, the raindrops that had been maintaining a vertical path, at the last moment when they fell on Shawshank's shoulders, seemed to be frightened by the man's majesty and solemnity. They drew a strange arc, bypassed and fell to the ground. A yellow flower that disappears instantly stirs up in the mud.
The ectoplasm formed an invisible umbrella over his head.
Even this most superficial way of using spiritual essence is enough to make people standing high on the floor who see this scene feel secretly frightened——
No raindrop dared to fall on this man’s shoulders!
There are quite a few people living in the everyday world who cannot agree with the idea that explorers are their own kind.
"They are either devils or gods...
"It's definitely not human anyway."
This is the common mentality that ordinary people have towards explorers - mixed with awe, fear and jealousy.
Today's Shawshank is located in the construction area outside Kurtes Landing.
Kurtes is the second largest cargo terminal in the New Testament, and the warehouse of the black market divine goods transfer point that Sean cooperates with is located in this terminal.
Their black market luxury goods business has an entangled relationship with "Mr. Newpoint" Drew...
Therefore, Sean knew where to find this "big businessman" in the divine product market.
The visit of the explorer is no small matter for the dealer of divine products.
Not to mention a Queen level.
As soon as they arrived at the downstairs of the building where Drew Company was located, the red iron warehouse door was slowly opened.
Sean controlled Shawshank Rogers and walked into the warehouse calmly.
To Sean's surprise, there were many people "greeting" him in the warehouse.
Mr. Newborn did not seem to intend to receive him in his office.
There were some dim lights in the warehouse, reflecting on the body of "Mr. Newpoint's" Rolls-Royce "Silver Ghost" that seemed to have just been scrubbed and waxed.
The red iron door closed behind him.
A dozen strong men with unkind expressions stood in a semicircle facing the explorers who had just entered.
From the depths of the remote and profound warehouse, someone is coming.
The rhythm of the cane tapping the ground reveals a feeling of strategizing and contentment.
After a period of quiet waiting, Drew finally walked to the light.
A slight red light illuminated the purple and black silk dome hat he wore today.
"Can you believe it? I bought this Rolls-Royce from a Count of Leon..."
"A true count!
"I heard he had a castle-like house with hundreds of rooms - he even hosted the King of Leon there."
Sean discovered that among the dozen or so Drew men present, everyone had bulging cysts on their flanks or at the hem of their clothes——
If he acted rashly, Sean believed there would be a dozen pistols pointed at him.
Not only that, Drew, who seemed to be particularly comfortable on his home court, had his purple coat obviously stretched out.
"This guy is actually wearing a bulletproof vest?" The faith leader controlled by Sean frowned.
However, in Sean's opinion, these precautions are not as good as the latter: Not surprisingly, Drew is followed by a Queen-level explorer.
Her mask is a bloody goat skull.
The rather evil "Blood Sacrifice Lord".
To choose such a Queen as a bodyguard...
Mr. Newborn's tolerance for mystery was somewhat beyond Sean's expectation.
The condition of the Blood Priest Lord is obviously different from that of "Long Island Bill" and the two bodyguards of the Explorer who are paid to do things...
She is obviously more loyal and more willing to risk the life of an ordinary person.
"I'm sorry to meet you in this way," Drew made an apology gesture with his left hand holding the cigar, "but, you know, Drew's journey has not been easy. He has made many friends and formed many friendships. There are also many enemies.”
I heard that a Queen-level explorer wearing a "Wasteland Gunslinger" mask is going to visit me?
God knows if the enemy sent him here to silence him.
It is natural to have such a reaction.
However, Sean couldn't help but look at Drew's unobstructed brows under the purple brim of his hat...
He was imagining using his ectoplasmic tentacles to draw out the M1920, and using reaction speed and stability far beyond that of ordinary people, he aimed at the center of his eyebrows and pulled the trigger...
"If you are careful that I am an assassin, you are missing a helmet." Sean used slightly sarcastic language to protest against the unreasonable hospitality.
Drew rolled his eyelids, seemed to glance at his forehead, and then smiled.
The atmosphere seemed to have been blown away by the wind, and a little sunshine shone through.
"Mr. Gunslinger, your friend came to my men and said he had business to discuss with me.
"I'm curious, what kind of business can a 'Queen of Spades' do with me, a magic dealer?"
Drew has some options for disposing of Mysterious Legacy loot, but the services come at a steep price.
He likes this kind of business: usually, one sum is enough to make him dizzy.
Sean didn't mince words and directly took out the two large suitcases from the invisible stomach bag.
The ectoplasm unzipped, and the refreshing yellow-green soft light illuminated the ground in front of Shawshank's feet——
In order to package it as a "legitimate" divine product, the mass-produced "Elixir Mist" has undergone a major "packaging upgrade."
Each hourglass-shaped glass bottle has the words "Finland Turku Province, developed by the White Birch Secret Medicine Society" in Finnish German.
The "White Birch Secret Medicine Society" is an organization that does not exist at all. However, Sean found a way to make the "New Testament Sales Department" of the Secret Medicine Society exist. In the yellow pages, there is a phone number for the sales department with a weird name...
It was one of the office numbers Sean was using now.
In addition, Sean added the "Grass Basket" logo in a hard-to-detect place.
The "straw basket" symbolizes the "healing" that Ms. Hershey gives to believers.
This product must be related to the belief he created in the future. This is just a foreshadowing.
“I went on a mission to the Nordic continent a while ago and used this magical item there.
"I think if it could be promoted in the New Testament area, this thing might be able to save a lot of people's lives——
"Of course, it will also provide me with some reasonable profits."
A magical item of unknown origin?
Mr. Newborn frowned.
It’s not a mysterious heritage stolen item, but a divine item that I have never heard of?
Suddenly, he had a different view of what was happening in front of him: someone wanted to use his magical distribution license to sell some kind of medicine from unknown sources.
As a result, he even doubted the identity of the "Wasteland Gunslinger" in front of him.
Door-to-door sales of foreign products?
Is this the behavior of a Queen?
Or……
There is a liar in front of me, trying to bluff me by pretending to be a Q-class identity?
Mr. Newborn narrowed his eyes.
The dozen guns behind him and the "Blood Priest Lord" who helped him solve troubles many times gave him a sense of confidence.
A kind of confidence to force others to see their cards.
The little finger moved slightly, and the gold tail ring with amethyst on it gave an order to the explorer behind him without leaving any trace——
"Test his cards."
