"Hey, do you buy it?" The loud voice of impatient voice rang behind Chu Jianchen.

Chu Jianchen ignored Rosacea's urging, and a trace of mental power popped out of his fingertips, which deeply penetrated into the cover.

"Sure enough, the cover of this book is actually a kind of ship-mounted ship that I have never seen before..."

As soon as his mental power was approaching the cover, a ship-mounted structure that was unprecedented and so complicated that even Chu Jianchen felt a headache appeared immediately in his mental vision.

Close your eyes, and the mental power output from your fingertips gradually strengthened under Chu Jianchen's control. After his palm was gently brushed by the injected mental power, the subtle dents faintly appeared on the cover skin. This familiar feeling was only felt on that island when I met the fallen admiral.

"Can the author of this book be a degenerate admiral?" After the mental power flowed in the cover several times, Chu Jianchen opened his eyes and carefully checked the dent that was slowly sinking into the skin. He was surprised to find that there were many similarities with him on the mutated deep sea heavy patrol.

This also made Chu Jianchen even more confused. The fallen admiral was as obvious as a lighthouse towering on the wilderness in the spiritual vision of other admirals. Moreover, looking at the complex structure in the cover, it is obvious that this fallen admiral is still a very rare blueprint master. Such rare attributes will definitely attract the attention of the senior leaders of the alliance. Once the fallen, it will shock the explosive news that shocked the entire alliance. It is impossible to become an unknown dead man quietly like now.

After thinking about it, Chu Jianchen, who couldn't figure it out, breathed a sigh of relief, slowly brushed the cover without any abnormality on his palm, turned around and raised the book in his hand to Rosacea: "I bought this book. Is there anything else in this type? I'll want it all."

"Just kidding, this precious thing was not so easy to get. I only have this one here, but since you have spoken, I will ask you, maybe I can get it?"

Rosacea smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into a slit. He hurriedly took the identity card handed over by Chu Jianchen, slashed on the cash register, and then smiled from ear to ear when he looked at the amount of the salary of the ordinary admiral who had been paying for several years on the receipt.

In fact, this book has been on him for several years, and the high price has scared away many people. If it weren't for the fakes he had prepared, he would never have remembered that he had this book.

In Rosacea's heart, Chu Jianchen is the kind of fat sheep he likes the most. Not only does it have much oil, but it is also very refreshing to pay. Such customers must be flattered to take out money from his pockets continuously.

"Then I'll leave first. If you find a book of the same type, you will send it directly to Old Pete. He will help me collect it." The mental power scanned it again. Chu Jianchen, who found no more surprises, nodded to Rosacea and left the market with Huberian.

"What a good buyer." It was not until Chu Jianchen's back disappeared into the crowd that Rosacea reluctantly retracted his gaze. The transaction just made him earn a profit of half a month. Even if he didn't even have a single order in the next week, it would be enough for him to lie comfortably in bed until next month.

"May I ask, do you have the book "The Soul-Suppressing Song of the Twelve Angels"?"

Just as the rosacea boss was about to close the door and go to the tavern to have a drink and celebrate this unexpected big business, a sweet and plain voice suddenly rang out, successfully bringing back his attention.

"The Soul-Suppressing Song of the Twelve Angels"? What is that? I don't have religious books here. Have you found the wrong place?"

Looking in the direction of the sound, the rosacea boss then found that at some point in front of the bookshelf, there was a slender figure suddenly appearing in front of the bookshelf. His long silver hair was draped behind him like a waterfall, and his white dress was dotted with complex golden patterns. He looked fat at first glance... No, he looked at him as a lady who had a good family condition and never had to worry about spending money.

"To be precise, I was looking for "The Soul-Suppressing Song of the Twelve Angels" written by Kaylene Hillman. The cover is made of dimensional metal. The touch feels similar to leather. Although it is only a thin layer, even the main gun of the heavy patrol cannot penetrate. I got the news. This book is here with you. Can you please recall it?" The silver-haired girl slowly turned her head, and her pupils were flashing with a strange dark golden light.

"The metal cover... feels like leather... High strength..." When Rosacea saw the beautiful pupils with golden light, her expression immediately became dull, her eyes were empty and she looked at the ceiling, and her mouth was mechanically muttering.

"...There is a black eagle on the cover of that book that clings to the earth with its claws. It's easy to remember. Have you really never seen it before?" The silver-haired girl still couldn't find any clues after seeing her boss hypnotized by her. Her beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and her original confident attitude couldn't help but shake.

"Black Eagle... Earth..." The boss, who was drooling, looked at the sky. When the dementia patient heard the words of the silver-haired girl, a trace of memories suddenly flashed across his dull face, and his eyes gradually became clear: "Yes, yes, that Dark Grimm fairy tale that made me several times more profitable, there seemed to be a black eagle on the cover!"

"Make several times? So... that book has been sold?" Although I got the exact information, a trace of late regret appeared on the face of the silver-haired girl: "I ask you, who bought that book, do you remember what it looks like?"

"That book...that book was just bought by the young admiral brought by old Pete, and I don't know his name." The rosacea boss's mind gradually recovered from his eyes, and it was obvious that he was struggling deep down. However, the silver-haired girl only slightly strengthened her output. The Qingming in the boss's eyes immediately receded like a tide, answering her question honestly.

"So, the person who bought this book has not yet gone far." Hearing the answer she wanted, the silver-haired girl glanced at the store, and without hesitation, came to the surveillance camera hidden on the shelves, and touched the data cable with her hand. All the surveillance images in the past few hours immediately passed by her heart like flowing water.

"Chu...Chu Jianchen?!"

The nearly 20g data volume in the eyes of the silver-haired girl was as unconscious as the wind blowing across her face. In less than two seconds, Chu Jianchen took the picture of "100 Fairy Tales of Dark Green" from her boss, and she turned it out. A look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on her little face, and even her eyes became hesitant: "The Admiral said that he could not conflict with him before capturing the solitary person, but if he could not get this book, the Admiral's next actions would inevitably become more difficult. What should I do..."

After a while of silence, the silver-haired girl's little face slowly unfolded, and a trace of iron-blooded determination appeared in the moving beauty. After erasing the traces of her existence in the surveillance record, her delicate and white fingers pointed at the boss, and her figure suddenly disappeared into the messy room: "After taking back that book, just wipe out his existence together, so that the admiral would not be bothered..."
Chapter completed!