9:30 AM, Backlund Bridge area, Iron Gate Street, Brave Bar.

After Emlyn White got off the carriage, he stood there in a daze, staring blankly ahead, almost forgetting to avoid the sunlight.

At this time, the main door of the bar was tightly closed, with no signs of opening.

As a vampire who seldom went out and only entered bars a few times at night, Emlyn had never thought that the other party would not open in the morning. After reading the note, he excitedly turned around and left the Harvest Church, taking public transportation to come here, hoping to get the information as soon as possible.

In order to save time, he even endured the cramped environment and unpleasant smell of the steam subway.

At this moment, Emlyn was a little angry, but he knew clearly that he was the one who made the mistake. He could only put on a stern face and slowly walked around Tiemen Street to show that his trip was not in vain.

Just as he was about to approach a horse-drawn carriage parked on the street, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

The man was wearing a brown bowler hat, an old overcoat, and carrying a very tattered shoulder bag. He was Ian, the black market arms and intelligence dealer.

Hehe, my intuition is still very accurate, I knew he would show up so early! Emlyn turned his anger into joy, put his hands in his pockets, walked over leisurely, stood in front of Ian, chuckled and said:

"Good morning."

Ian looked up at the handsome man in front of him and responded with a little surprise:

"Good morning, Mr. White. You were not supposed to come until the evening."

"It seems appropriate now." Emlyn smiled happily, "Ian, why do you wear the same clothes and dress similarly every time I see you?"

Ian said nonchalantly:

“It makes me look more mature and low-key.

"Of course, the main reason is that I have no money."

He added the following sentence in a joking tone.

"I look forward to you wearing this in the summer." Emlyn sneered.

"Then I'll take off my coat." Ian said as he took out two pieces of paper from his worn-out satchel. They were the "wanted warrant" Emlyn had given him before. "Someone has seen this person in the East District."

He handed one of the papers to Emlyn, which was marked with Argos.

Seeing that there really was a clue about the followers of the "Original Moon", Emlyn asked happily:

"Where is he?"

Ian didn't answer, just looked at him and smiled without saying anything.

Emlyn had experience, so he immediately took out his wallet and counted out 150 pounds to the other party:

"Here's your reward."

Ian smiled and said:

“It’s still halfway.”

“Halfway left?” Emlyn almost wanted to let the black market arms and intelligence dealer know how powerful the vampires were, because the original agreement was 20 pounds for effective clues and 150 pounds for locking the location.

However, he quickly figured out the other party's hidden intention and asked in surprise:

"Found another one?"

"Yes." Ian handed over the remaining paper in his hand. "When my friend was observing Argos and determining his residence, he found that he had met this man named Galis Kevin. So, we have mastered the residences of both targets at the same time."

"...Very good." Emlyn emptied his wallet and gave Ian another 150 pounds.

He was in an extremely happy mood, feeling that the First Ancestor and Mr. Fool were protecting him, because there were only five targets in this batch, he had already hunted one, and now had clues about the other two. As long as he succeeded, no matter how the other vampires did, he could declare himself the final winner.

Ian counted and checked the banknotes carefully, and said in a low voice:

"Argos is on the third floor of the apartment building at 6 Limestone Street in the East End, across from the public bathroom.

"Gallis Kevin is also in the East District, living on the first floor of No. 19 White Whale Street, in the room near the stairs."

"I will go and confirm your information. I believe you will not give up the business here for just 300 pounds." Emlyn nodded slightly and spoke half-warningly and half-remindingly, then laughed, "How could they be found so easily?"

Ian's red eyes turned slightly, he glanced around and said:

“First, many bounty hunters are my friends, and they have extensive informants in the East End.

"Secondly, the disguises of those two gentlemen are not good enough. They are in the East District, but they are quite different from the people around them. If they are willing to change into ragged clothes and do hard labor for more than 12 hours a day, I believe they will be difficult to be discovered in the chaotic East District."

So, to hide yourself, you have to pay attention to the different environments... Emlyn muttered to himself silently, feeling that he had learned some new skills.

He didn't plan to go to the East District right now, because even if he could succeed in the daytime operation, it would be difficult to evacuate without causing any noise. This was a very dangerous behavior in Backlund, which meant that he might be found by the "Manufactured Punishers" or "Nightwatchers" as soon as he sneaked back home.

Emlyn prepared to come over at 8 to 9 pm after the tarot party and decide when to start depending on the situation.

The previous "Original Moon" believer was quite strong, and these two should be no bad either. Although I am confident, I still feel that it is not safe enough to rely on myself alone... Emlyn waved goodbye to Ian while thinking about the problem, and took a rented carriage back to the south area of ​​the bridge.

…………

The capital of Eastchester County, Ston City.

Audrey stood behind the railing, watching the butlers and maids put the items they brought from the family castle in the appropriate places. The scene was lively but orderly, not chaotic at all.

I'll send someone to Associate Professor Michel later and tell him that I'll visit the Antiquities Collection and Preservation Foundation tomorrow... I hope they have obtained some items that are related to the extraordinary... Audrey thought about it for a while, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, proud of her decision to donate money to establish the foundation.

Her beautiful gem-like green eyes turned and saw the time on the wall clock. She quickly gathered all her thoughts and turned back to her bedroom.

In a corner of the bedroom, Susie, a big golden retriever, was lying on the ground with her front legs crossed, looking very elegant.

In front of it was an open book with lines of words densely written on it.

From time to time, Susie lifted one of her front legs and fiddled with it to turn the pages of the book. She was reading very seriously.

Every time I see Susie like this, I feel a little ashamed... Audrey, you can't relax in your studies! Audrey encouraged herself and slowly walked over, preparing to let Susie guard the door.

Susie raised her head, glanced at Audrey, stood up quickly and said:

"I see!"

After saying this, it trotted out of the bedroom briskly, not forgetting to close the door.

"...I haven't said anything yet." Audrey blinked and whispered to herself.

She had given similar instructions many times. In order to prevent Susie from noticing that she stayed alone in her room from 3 to 3:30 p.m. every Monday, and kept people and dogs away, she deliberately did similar things at other times, pretending to have parties, pretending to be alone, and keeping her routine chaotic.

I have to say that Susie's presence has effectively improved my motivation, efficiency and rigor in handling things... I can't let myself be worse than a dog! However, being better than a dog doesn't seem to be a compliment... Audrey puffed her cheeks in self-mockery, sat on the edge of the bed, and waited for the tarot party to start.

…………

3pm, above the gray fog.

Deep red figures rose up at the same time on both sides of the long bronze table and then solidified into a blurry state.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~" "Justice," Audrey said briskly as she stood up and saluted.

The other members also greeted him, and received a nod in response from the person at the top of the mottled long table.

As he sat down, Magician Fors couldn't help but glance at Mr. World at the bottom, wondering how he should start talking later.

In addition to relaying the teacher's answer to Ms. "Hermit", she also prepared to do a few things. First, she told Mr. "The World" that in view of the difficulty of the task, she could add an additional reward, but she would have to wait for a while because the sale of the house was not always so fast. Second, after repeated thinking, she thought of a good way to make money and improve her own strength. It was inspired by the behavior of "The World": renting out "Lemanno's Travel Notes"!

When a member needs similar items to temporarily increase combat effectiveness in order to deal with certain situations, he can rent "Lemanno's Travel Notes" from her. The rent is divided into two parts, one part is cash, which is not too expensive, and the other part is replaced by the recorded extraordinary abilities. In other words, the renter must promise that when returning the magic book, there will be a few more pages of written chapters on it.

Of course, as a provider, Fors will record the "apprentice's" useful abilities such as "opening the door" so that the renter can get corresponding help.

The most problematic part of this transaction is that the lessee may not return it, but with Mr. Fool as a witness in the Tarot Club, Fors believes that no one will be greedy and make a fool of themselves.

The death of the renter and the loss of "Lemanno's Travel Notes" are rare events, and now that everyone knows that they can pray to Mr. Fool for help in times of crisis, these events are even rarer than those of rare probabilities!

How can there be no risk in doing business... I need to communicate with Mr. World and confirm the time period he wants to use to avoid conflicts... Fors retracted his gaze and heard Ms. Hermit speak:

"Dear Mr. Fool, this time I have two pages of Roselle's diary."

Ever since contacting the "Mysterious Queen", the diary has been obtained at an incredibly stable rate... Klein nodded slightly and chuckled.

"very good."

After a brief silence, Cattleya the Hermit materialized two pages of yellow-brown paper and watched them jump into Mr. Fool’s palm as if they were traveling through the spirit world.

Klein then slowly lowered his gaze and looked at the diary in his hand:

“It’s December 29th, and the new year is almost here.

"All the mausoleums have been built. Now that the arrow has been shot, there is no turning back."

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