Part 4 The Undead Chapter 57 Each Their Own Monday

　　9:30 A.M. BECKLAND BRIDGE AREA, IRON GATE STREET, THE BRAVE PUB.

　　Emlyn White stepped out of the carriage and froze in place, staring blankly ahead, nearly forgetting to hide from the sun.

　　At that moment, the front door of the bar was firmly closed, showing no sign of opening.

　　As a Blood who rarely came out for activities and had only entered a similar bar a few times during the night, Emlyn had not thought at all that the other side was not open in the morning, and as soon as he finished reading the note, he turned around and left the Harvest Church in a hurry, taking transportation to rush this way, hoping to get the information first time.

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

　　At this moment, Emlyn was a bit angry, but knowing clearly that the one who made the mistake was himself, he could only slate his face and take a slow turn around Iron Gate Street to show that he hadn’t come in vain.

　　Just as he was about to approach a rented carriage parked on the street, the corner of his eye suddenly swept a familiar figure.

　　The other party was wearing a brown dome hat, an old overcoat, and a very worn satchel, and it was none other than Ian, the black market arms and intelligence trader.

　　Hey, my intuition is still very accurate, I knew he would appear so early! Emlyn turned angry to happy, hands in pockets, leisurely walked over, blocked in front of Ian, lightly laughed and said:

　　”Good morning.”

　　Ian glanced up at the handsome man in front of him and responded with slight surprise:

　　”Good morning, Mr. Wyatt, you were supposed to be here late in the evening.”

　　”Now seems as good a time as any.” Emlyn smiled moodily, “Ian, why do you wear the same clothes and do similar dressing every time I see you?”

　　Ian said without much concern:

　　”It makes me look more mature and understated.

　　”Of course, the main reason is that I’m broke.”

　　He added that latter statement in a joking tone.

　　”I’m looking forward to you dressing like that in the summer.” Emlyn snorted.

　　”Then I’ll take off my jacket.” Ian said as he removed two pieces of paper from his worn satchel, the ‘reward’ Emlyn had given him earlier, “Someone has seen this one in the East End.”

　　He handed one of the papers to Emlyn, labeled Argos.

　　Seeing that there really was a clue to the “Original Moon” believer, Emlyn asked happily:

　　”Where is he?”

　　Ian did not answer, looked at him and smiled without saying anything.

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

　　”Here is your reward.”

　　Ian smirked:

　　”It’s half short.”

　　”Half short?” Emlyn almost wanted to let the black market arms and intelligence trader in front of him know the power of the Bloods, as the original agreement was 20 pounds for a valid clue and 150 pounds for a locked location.

　　However, he quickly tasted the other man’s hidden meaning and asked back in surprise:

　　”And found one?”

　　”Yes.” Ian handed over the remaining piece of paper in his hand, “My friend was observing Argos and determining his residence when he noticed that he had a rendezvous with this gentleman called Garris Kelvin, so we have both targets’ residences at the same time.”

　　”…… Very well.” Emlyn emptied his wallet and scraped together another £150 for Ian.

　　He was in an exceptionally happy mood, and felt that both the Ancestor and Mr. Fool were blessing him, because there were only five targets in this batch, and he had already hunted one, and now he got the clues of the other two, so as long as he succeeded, no matter how well the other Bloods had done, he would be able to declare himself as the ultimate victor.

　　Ian carefully counted and inspected the bills and lowered his voice:

　　”Argos is on the third floor of that apartment building at 6 Greystone Street on the East Side, across from the communal washroom.

　　”Garris Kevin is likewise in the East End, in that room against the stairs on the first floor of 19 Moby Dick Street.”

　　”I’ll go and confirm your information, and I’m sure you won’t give up your business here for a mere three hundred pounds.” Emlyn nodded gently and spoke half warningly, half warningly, then gave a chuckle, “How did they get found so easily?”

　　Ian’s red eyes rolled slightly as he glanced from side to side and said:

　　”First, many of the bounty hunters are friends of mine, and they have extensive informants in the Eastern District.

　　”Second, those two gentlemen aren’t disguised well enough to be in the Eastern District, yet they are more distinctly different from the people around them. If they are willing to change into tattered clothing and do hard labor for more than 12 hours a day, then I believe they would be hard to spot in the East End where the personnel is chaotic.”

　　That’s right, hiding yourself has to be mindful of the differences in your environment …… Emlyn murmured silently to himself, feeling that he had learned a bit more of a trick.

　　He didn’t intend to go to the East End right now, because even if he could make it during the day, it would be hard to get out of there without making any noise, which was quite dangerous behavior in Birkeland, and that would mean that he might just sneak back to his home and be approached by a “vicarious punisher” or a “night watchman”.

　　Emlyn was going to come over after the tarot party, between 8 and 9 in the evening, and decide when to do it, depending on the situation.

　　The strength of the previous “primitive moon” believer is not bad, these two should not be bad either, although I have a certainty, but only relying on myself, I always feel that it is not secure enough…….Emlin pondered the question as he waved goodbye to Ian, and took a rented carriage to the direction of the southern part of the bridge. The direction of return.

　　……

　　The capital of East Chester County, the city of Storne.

　　Audrey stood behind the railing and watched as the maids and maids placed the items they had brought from the family castle in their proper places, the scene was lively but orderly and not chaotic at all.

　　Wait to send someone to Associate Professor Michelle, tell him that I will visit the Antiquities Collection and Preservation Foundation tomorrow …… Hopefully, they have already obtained some items that are tied to the extraordinary …… Audrey thought for a while, the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but rise slightly for the proud of her decision to donate money to the foundation in the first place.

　　Her beautiful turquoise eyes like jewels turned, saw the time on the wall clock, busy collecting all kinds of thoughts, turned around and walked back to her bedroom.

　　In one corner of the bedroom, Suzie, a large golden-haired dog, was lying on the floor, her front legs resting crossed in a very elegant manner.

　　In front of it lay a spread out book with lines and lines of words densely written on it.

　　Suzie lifted one of her front legs from time to time and fiddled with it to make the book turn the pages, reading it very carefully.

　　Every time I see Susie like this, I am a little ashamed …… Audrey, you can t relax in your studies ah! Audrey self-motivated a sentence, slowly leaned over, ready to let Susie go to the door to guard.

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

　　”I got it!”

　　After saying that, it trotted out of the bedroom with light footsteps, not forgetting to close the door.

　　”…… I haven’t said anything yet.” Audrey blinked and whispered to herself.

　　She had done similar commands many times, deliberately doing similar things at other times, pretending to have parties, pretending to be alone, and keeping up the regular chaos in order to keep Susie from realizing that she would be alone in her room from three to three-thirty on Mondays every week, pretending to have parties, pretending to be alone, and keeping up the regular chaos.

　　I have to say that Susie’s presence effectively increased my motivation, efficiency, and rigor in dealing with things …… I couldn’t allow myself to be less than a dog! But being better than a dog doesn’t seem to be a complimentary statement …… Audrey puffed out her cheeks in self-deprecation and sat down to the edge of the bed, waiting for the tarot party to begin.

　　……

　　3 p.m. Above the gray mist.

　　A crimson silhouette simultaneously rose up on either side of the long bronze table, and then solidified into a blur.

　　”Good afternoon, Mr. ‘Fool’~” Audrey “Justice” rose and saluted in a brisk tone.

　　The rest of the members followed suit, receiving a nod from the being at the top of the mottled table.

　　As he sat down, “Magician” Forsyth couldn’t help but glance at Mr. World at the bottom of the table, thinking about what he should say later.

　　In addition to relaying the teacher’s answer to the “hermit” lady, she was also prepared to do a few things, one is to tell Mr. “World”, given the difficulty of the task, he can add a sum of money, but will need to wait for a period of time, this is because the sale of the house is always not so fast, two is that she has been repeatedly told that the sale of houses is always not so fast. Secondly, after much deliberation, she came up with a good way to make money and improve her own strength, which was inspired by the behavior of the “world”: renting out “Lemanor’s Travel Notes”!

　　When a member needed a similar item to briefly improve his or her combat power to cope with certain situations, he or she could rent “Lemanor’s Traveling Notebook” from her, and the rent was divided into two parts: one part was in cash, which wasn’t too expensive, and the other part was in the form of a record of extraordinary abilities instead, which meant that the renter had to promise that when he or she returned the book of spells, there would be a few extra pages on it! written chapters.

　　Of course, as the provider, Forsyth will record the apprentice’s ability to open doors and other useful abilities on it, so that the renter can get the appropriate help.

　　The most problematic part of this deal is that the renter may not return it, but with Mr. Fool as a witness in the Tarot Club, Forsyth is confident that no one will be greedy or foolish.

　　The death of the hirer and the loss of “Lemano’s Travel Notes” are small probability events, and after everyone knows that you can pray to Mr. Fool for help in times of crisis, it is even more of a small probability among small probability events!

　　How can you do business without a little bit of risk? …… We have to communicate with Mr. World to determine the time period he wants to use, so as to avoid conflicts. …… Forsyth retracted his eyes, and heard the following Ms. “Hermit” speak:

　　”Dear Mr. ‘Fool’, there are two pages of Rossel’s diary this time.”

　　Since contacting the “Queen of Mysteries”, the diary’s acquisition has been terribly stable ah …… Klein nodded slightly and let out a light smile:

　　”Very well.”

　　After a short period of silence, “Hidden One” Gadelia materialized two pages of yellow-brown paper, and watched as they jumped to the palm of “Fool” Mr. Kline in a gesture like a spirit world shuttle.

　　Klein then slowly lowered his gaze to the diary in his hand:

　　”December 29th, it’s almost a new year.

　　”All the mausoleums have been built, and there’s no turning back.”