Who? Why did they know that I bought the formula for the "Sheriff"? Xio's dark green pupils shrank, and he looked around in astonishment, but he didn't find any suspicious gazes.

According to Mr. A, transactions with him should be safe and confidential... In the end, Xio couldn't help but look at the single sofa, only to see Mr. A, with his hood covering his features, still quietly looking at everyone without showing any abnormality.

She nudged Fors with her elbow and asked in a low voice:

"Should I go?"

Fors took the note, glanced at it, and answered without hesitation: "Go, at least Mr. A is watching you now, no one dares to do anything to you. You can take this opportunity to find out what the other party's purpose is. Maybe you can really get the potion materials you want."

"That makes sense..." Xio was a very proactive person, so he nodded to the waiter and followed him out of the study again, putting on a hooded robe.

This hat covers my entire face and I can hardly see the road ahead... Xio put on the hood, opened the door and walked in, and saw a man in a black tuxedo sitting behind the desk.

The man wore a golden mask on his face, revealing his eyes, nostrils, mouth and cheeks, making it impossible to imagine what he originally looked like.

The light brown eyes behind the golden mask turned, and the man pointed to the chair opposite the desk and said:

"sit."

His voice was deliberately deep, but there was nothing extra special about it.

Xio closed the study door with his backhand, straightened his chest and raised his head, sat down in the designated seat with no loss of momentum, and asked:

"You have the key ingredients for the 'Sheriff' potion?"

The masked man chuckled and said:

"Yes, I have both the eye of the Dreadworm and the right paw of the Silver War Bear."

"In fact, I asked someone to sell the recipe for the 'Sheriff' potion on my behalf."

No wonder... Although Xio was often mocked by her friends as being brainless, she was able to survive in the circle of extraordinary people, among the gangs and slums in the East District. She was not a completely reckless person and had a beast-like intuition about danger.

She asked in a deep voice:

"Why did you do that?"

"Select suitable helpers." The masked man chuckled. "Given your financial situation, it will be difficult to raise the money needed for these two extraordinary materials in the short term. Of course, you can go to other extraordinary gatherings to resell the formula, but please believe me, this will bring you unnecessary danger. Our circles may not overlap, but I am not alone."

Xio frowned and said, "Since you have a huge organization, the formula for the 'Sheriff' and even the 'Arbitrator' potion, why do you still need my help?"

"There are some things we don't want to deal with ourselves. There are many reasons for this, but I don't need to tell you. Every 'arbitrator' who has embarked on the path of a Beyonder on his own has more or less some aristocratic connections behind him, and this is what we need." The masked man explained briefly.

It seemed that he didn't know my background, or even my reputation in the East End...Xiu relaxed a little.

The masked man continued:

"Just think of it as a commission outside of the Beyonder Gathering. I will give you some tasks and pay you accordingly. If you feel it is dangerous, you can refuse. This is a fair and free transaction. When you have saved enough money, you can come to me to buy materials."

This...Xiu, who was worried about his financial situation, was suddenly moved. He hesitated for 9 seconds and said:

"As long as I have the right to refuse the mission, I can consider it."

"No problem." The masked man laughed and said, "We can now agree on the location and method of our future meetings. To reassure you, I'll give you the leadership."

"Okay." Although Xio was still confused and didn't understand why the other party wanted him to do something, he still agreed.

At least she couldn't see any obvious harm at the moment.

…………

Throughout the day on Sunday, Klein was busy buying chairs, tea sets, and mending clothes. He spent a total of 6 pounds and 9 soli to restore his living room, dining room, and himself to their original state.

"I've really lost money. I hope the police department can compensate me for my loss from Meursault's estate. Alas, the hope is not great. At most, they can only compensate me partially." Klein put the invoices and receipts neatly away, waiting for the opportunity to use them later.

Of course, purely from the perspective of income, he actually made a lot of money. Meursault's extraordinary characteristics were worth at least 300 pounds, or even more.

The premise of all this is that Klein can get in touch with the circle of extraordinary people.

After dinner, Klein put on a solid-color sweater, a gray-blue workman's coat, and a baseball cap. He went out again, changed trains twice, and arrived at Tiemen Street in the Backlund Bridge area.

After walking a few steps, he saw the "Brave Bar", a black wooden door that seemed very heavy, and a burly man who was nearly two meters tall with his arms folded.

The burly man looked at Klein and did not stop him from pushing the door open. However, when he heard the cheers and toasts from inside, his throat moved slightly.

This period of time was the peak of the bar's business. Before Klein even entered, he felt the heat wave coming towards him, smelled the strong aroma of malt liquor, and heard the noisy and bustling sounds.

As expected, he saw two stages in the middle of the bar, one of which was hosting a dog-and-rat competition, and the other where two boxers were patiently waiting, preparing for the fight that was about to begin.

The aroma of wine mixed with the smell of sweat came over. Klein raised his gold-rimmed glasses, pinched his nose, and struggled to squeeze to the bar while protecting his belongings.

Before the bartender could speak, he spoke first:

"A glass of Southwell beer."

This is the best beer produced in the Kingdom of Loen.

"Five pence," the bartender replied familiarly.

Klein took out a handful of coins, counted out 5 pence and gave it to the other party in exchange for a large wooden cup filled with golden beer. The aroma of beer was rich and tempting.

“Compared to it, many beers can’t even be called wine, they can only be considered drinks.” The bartender laughed.

Klein took a sip and found it refreshing. It tasted bitter at first, then the flavor of malt burst out, and the aftertaste was a little sweet.

Putting down the cup and looking at the delicate white foam, he took the opportunity to ask:

"Where is Kaspars Kalinin?"

The bartender stopped wiping the cup, looked up at him for a few seconds, and pointed to the side:

"In billiard room number three."

In the spirit of not wasting anything, Klein picked up the cup and walked outside billiard room number three.

He just knocked lightly and the door creaked open.

The two men holding the billiard cues inside stopped and looked towards the door.

"I'm looking for Kaspars Kalinin." In the silence, Klein quickly added, "The old man introduced me to him."

Hearing this, the fifty-year-old man with a big nose and wearing a linen shirt said in a deep voice:

"Come in."

He had a huge scar on his face that stretched from the corner of his right eye to the right side of his mouth, and his nose was a typical rosacea, almost completely stained red.

Klein walked in slowly, holding the cup, and saw that Canlinin's billiard opponent put down the cue skillfully, left the room, and closed the door.

Kaspars Kalinin limped over and asked:

"What do you want?"

"A high-powered special revolver and fifty rounds of bullets." Klein took another sip of Southwell beer.

"3 pounds 10 soli," Kaspars quoted the price. "This is definitely more expensive than a regular weapons store. It includes the risk I take."

"Deal." Klein took out five one-pound bills that he had prepared long ago from his trouser pocket and counted out four of them and gave them to the other party.

Caspers checked the authenticity and nodded.

"You are more cheerful than you look. Wait for me five minutes."

He placed the bills on the pool table, leaned against the cue, and limped toward the door.

After watching Caspers leave, Klein turned around and took a bored look at the currently popular table tennis, and found that it was very consistent with the mature snooker on Earth.

It must be you, Emperor Roselle... He almost shook his head and laughed.

After waiting for a while, Kaspers pushed the door open and walked in, holding an object wrapped in brown paper and two 5-sol notes in his hand.

Klein took the money and the items and opened them on the spot. He saw a silver-white revolver with a long barrel and a handle that seemed to be made of walnut.

In addition, there were fifty yellow bullets neatly placed in a box.

Klein tested the empty gun, loaded five rounds of bullets, and stuffed the revolver into the underarm gun bag he had bought a long time ago. Then he packed up the remaining bullets, looked up at Caspers, and said carefully:

"If I want to hire a great bodyguard, who should I look for?"

"It's very powerful, beyond the limits of human beings."

Caspers rubbed his big red nose and his eyes suddenly became cold.

He carefully examined Klein for two minutes, using his silence to create a terrifying sense of oppression:

"I can ask for you, but there is no guarantee that anyone will take this task."

It seems like he knows more than one Beyonder... Klein raised his lips and said:

"Whatever the outcome, please allow me to express my gratitude in advance."

Caspers collected the money on the billiard table and walked out again. Ten minutes later, he returned to the room. By then, Klein had already finished his large glass of Southwell beer out of boredom.

"He wants to meet you before making a decision." Kaspers said in a deep voice.

"No problem. If it were me, I would also assess the difficulty of the task first." Klein nodded with a smile.

He followed Kaspers, who was walking with difficulty, through the crowded side of the boxing ring and into the bar's kitchen area.

Caspers suddenly stopped and knocked on a door. After receiving permission, he led Klein through the door.

This is a card room with a dozen people playing Texas Hold'em.

Seeing Caspers and Klein come in, a man in a white shirt and black vest slowly stood up, and the others who were playing cards stopped playing and no one made a sound.

After taking a quick glance, Klein frowned slightly.

He found that except for the man who stood up, the other card players had an indescribable weirdness. They were pale and their eyes were like those of wild beasts.

Klein tapped his left teeth twice and quietly activated his spiritual vision.

His muscles suddenly tensed up and he could barely control his expression because the auras of those card players were all dark black!

This means that among the dozen or so people playing cards, except for the man who stood up, the rest are dead!

No, not just a dead person, dead people don’t have aura color!

These are all zombies!

A rotting feeling came over him, and a man in a white shirt and black vest walked in front of Klein.

His face was equally pale, and his eyes seemed to be filled with deep malice.