early morning.
Vinia outside Tingen.
A lady wearing an off-white dress had just stepped off the passenger ship on the Tasok River and took a public carriage to the steam train station. Her smooth black hair was pressed under a round-brimmed bonnet, and the fine black gauze blocked her. Most of his face showed only the smooth and round chin and the sweet lips that made people think about, making passers -by unable to guess the beauty under the veil.
With the sharp and long whistle, the steam train was wearing a hazy smoke and stopped on the platform. After waiting for the passengers to board, it carried a variety of expectations to Berkland.
The lady sat on the side of the window and placed the gauze on the table, revealing those narrow and gentle eyes. The sweet appearance made people remember easily.
She took out a wrapped handkerchief from her handbag. When she opened it, she found a few slices of orange peel that were as fresh as if they had just been peeled yesterday. The beautiful lady stuck a little orange peel and put it in her mouth, chewing slowly, and the anxiety's emotions gradually calmed down.
She has forgotten where this handkerchief and these orange peels came from. The handkerchief seemed to have been stained with her blood and was cleaned. This orange peel never showed signs of rotting, but she could soothe her spirit and improve her. Her special powers of spiritual intuition.
She had divined these two things, and they were completely harmless. When she divined their origins, they only showed her own appearance, so she kept them. And now, the spiritual intuition that has been stimulated by orange peel has told her that the future is safe. On the way to Berkland, as long as she is careful, she will not be caught.
The beautiful lady tied her handkerchief again, retracted the orange skin back in her arms, and looked out the window with a smile.
But what she didn't know was that this scene was as early as last night, and she was already in the shadow of the foggy hall, and she was divined through the dream. However, fate secretly blessed her, allowing her to avoid the fate of being arrested and head to a more unpredictable next stop.
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noon.
Black Thorns Security Company.
At this time, it was dining time. Acet sat at the front desk and was cutting the Mavericks while listening to Luo Shan about the opera she watched the day before yesterday. It is a love script. It is described as "life and death, singing and crying."
Acet silently fantasized in his heart, these 80 % were a dog blood tragedy.
Claine pushed in and took him away with the lunch box and tableware of Lao Neil: "You talk first, I will help Mr. Neil for lunch."
Esther reminded him: "Mr. Neil's stew is still hot, be careful not to spill it."
Klein suddenly remembered: "I have to go to the trading market this afternoon. Do you want to come?"
"Of course I'll go, but I really don't have any money, so I can only take a look." Esther said with a grimace.
"Extraordinary materials are really expensive." Claine said with an emotion, "I want to start practicing production spells, do you need it?"
"No, I have never used spiritual props. You'd better save some materials."
Claine glanced at the nostalgic watches of the home, and it was estimated that the afternoon training would take about the time: "Then we have about a time? Six o'clock in front of the dragon bar, can we?"
"Okay, I'll wait for you at the bar then."
Luo Shan glanced at Aiste in disbelief: "That's a bar, I think you are still outside ..."
Esther immediately protested: "I'm not that young! I just look younger! And that's the territory of the punishers, so there won't be any real trouble without opening your eyes."
"In fact, I think ordinary drunk men can't beat Acet." Klaine rateded in Kleine, "Mr. Gao Wen also mentioned you with me."
Roxanne picked up a piece of bread, tore it in half, and dipped it in the mushroom cream soup: "Okay, okay, I don't understand this either, as long as it's safe."
At more than five o'clock, Acet greeted Deng En and left the black thorns security company. She arrived at the dragon bar in advance, walked behind the door, and sat at the most edge of the bar on the side of the bar. In the weird look at the bar customers, Ais characterized a piece of fries and fish, and a glass of apple juice.
The bartender had a look of disgust on his face, but he didn't say too boldly: "Little girl, this is a bar, not a cafe."
"So do you sell?" Acet launched two Suller's banknotes, seeing the wine insurance just staring at himself dissatisfied, and Acet took out another bronze stool.
The little coin rotated back and forth between her flexible fingers, dancing like full of vitality. Acet bounced it into the air and suddenly buckled it on the table. Gone.
Jiu Bao heard a "Ding" sound, and he looked down at the glass he was wiping in his hands. The coin was continuing to turn around the wall of the cup, and stopped after a few seconds.
This is a technique developed by Esther using her skillful skills. It relies on the flexible control of her hands and has no practical use. After all, coins are not as sharp as blades. If Esther used any more force, it would be time to pay for the cup.
But Jiu Bao knew her identity instantly. Compared to a magician who played the "coin," this young man was obviously the extraordinary people who came to participate in the underground trading market.
"Please, sir, after all, it's all business. I'm just waiting for someone to eat something by the way." Acet pushed the two Sul's banknotes, "the extra is tip."
"We don't have French fries, only French fries." The bartender didn't refuse anymore. After putting away Suler and Penny, he filled Esther's glass with apple juice.
It didn't take long for Acet to wait, and the fries and fried fish she wanted were also delivered.
Since the bartender didn't say anything and took care of the "business", the other guests looked away frequently. A few people who wanted to watch the commotion let out disappointed murmurs, but there were a lot of people in the bar at this time. The "boxing" and "dog-catching-mouse" games in the bar were being warmed up. The exciting games certainly attracted their enthusiasm, so not many people continued to pay attention to Esther.
After five minutes at six o'clock, when Claine walked into the dragon bar, he saw Acet, who was incompatible with here.
She is still wearing simple white shirts and black trousers, just like the usual black thorns security company, but today she has a rough leather jacket outside. If it is not feminine with a face -free temperament, from the back, Acet is more like a teenager who runs out of the murder. He is thinner in shape and is a lot shorter than most customers in the bar.
When Acet was eating fried fish, it looked really happy.
Claine thought like this, walked over to say hello to her, and after a few words of talking, Acet divided the rest of the food to him, making up for Klein's extensive physical strength in the afternoon training, let him The hungry stomach will not scream.
No wonder the fellow likes it, the taste is pretty good.
Aiste took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth, whispered to Claine: [I still want to eat wheat X. There are no tomato sauce here! ]
Claine coughed violently, and finally swallowed the fish in his mouth, nodding funny: [That is, it's a pity. ]
Not to mention Acet, he also misses junk food. Although it tastes unhealthy, he can't hold it!
The two quickly passed through the billiard room and walked into the trading market. What was puzzled by the two was that Admisol was not here.
"Old Neil said, Savid, who relied on the boss of the evil dragon bar, was eaten by a bite before Admi Sol can survive." When Klein looked around in Acet, he said.
"So it's strange that he's not here now." Esther frowned.
As a nightman, Claine prompted him to know more about the situation, so he looked at the strong man who guarded the door and asked, "What about Admisol?"
The strong man had a straight face and was expressionless when he answered the question: "I don't know where he is hiding in a corner to sleep. He has always been like this recently. He keeps lying down and shaking, and keeps yelling about 'dead, dead, they are all corpses. It's all dead '. "
Klein wanted to ask more questions, but Esther tugged on his sleeve. The two of them walked to the wall next to them where no one was paying attention. Then Esther said, "You go shopping first, and I'll go check on him." where."
"Are you safe alone? Listening to the guard, Admi Sol's current situation is probably bad."
"That's why I have to go take a look. I'm afraid that taking you there will irritate him."
Acet's words were found, and Claine couldn't refute, so he had to sigh: "Well, then you must be careful. If he gets crazy, hurry up and ask for help."
"I think he can't beat me."
"That's true, but if you get into trouble you won't be able to come here. You'd better be careful."
Iss nodded: "I know, I won't be messy. At that time, I will return here to wait for you."
Claine didn't say anything, and he had to go to the trading office of rare materials to see what the "clown" potion formula required. It is really inconvenient to always take Aiste next to him, otherwise Klein can not explain himself Where did the formula come from?
Everyone has their own secrets, and what I said is really accurate. Claine thought that he had passed through the weird stalls and went to check the extraordinary materials he needed.
Esther looked at Klein's back and quickly looked away: "It's like this again, they all seem to have an unusual amount of trust in me... Klein was obviously still doubting something before."
There is something in the pocket on her chest twice. The little worm poked out, and the sound that only Ace could feel: "So I told you that your current interpersonal relationship is 'false' , this place is not suitable for you.”
Acet made a nasal sound: "Huh, according to your statement, there is no place for me in this world."
The voice of the little bug spoke with a smile: "That's right, you are like a worm above destiny, and you are constantly twisted from the drilling holes."
"Don't compare you to me, I am not a bug!" Acet had a urge to scold swear words, which sounded too bad.
"You may not like it, but you can't deny that what I said is the truth. Since you have taken the initiative to tie your life to a group of weak humans, the only fate left to greet you is death."
Aiste gritted his teeth and said: "I will not accept such fate. The roots of the Ting Gen value night will not die!"
"Hahaha... Human beings are much more fragile than you think, not to mention they are just a group of low-sequence Beyonders?"
"You seem to know what." Acet's face gradually gloomy.
The little insect chuckled twice more: "Guess? But I won't tell you whether you guessed right or wrong."
Acet looked around the market, and passers -by dressed differently. They walked or stopped or stopped on the passage between vendors. On the surface, they seemed to be calm.
"I'm going to find Admisor."
The little bug turned over in Acet's pocket, curled up again, and left the last sentence of the communication between the two: "You see, what did you not perceive?"
