In the dark and crude room, the small flame of the alchemical oil lamp was crumbling. The charcoal stove on the side fell to the ground, and red-hot charcoal fire spread all over the floor.

Jiang Xilin, whose left corner of his mouth was bruised and stained with blood, was sitting on a cloth sofa brought from his former apartment. Several holes made by gunshots were not far from his right arm.

The room was in a mess.

Thinking of the two bandit-like guys before, they rushed in and pointed a gun at him without saying a word, and fired six shots in a row, finishing a round of bullets, and then Reva Kanter held a steel pipe to him

Another hard beating.

But fortunately, they were just venting their anger and had no real intention to kill him.

Moreover, Jiang Xilin also expected that they would not really kill him. After all, he was now officially a member of the Bright Arcane School. If he died suddenly, the Bright Arcane School would definitely investigate, which was very likely.

It will destroy some of the arrangements of the Kingdom's Night Knights in Dongting City.

"Reeva Kanter, Durant."

Jiang Xilin stuck out his tongue and licked the broken corner of his mouth. The blood with the irony and salty taste stimulated Jiang Xilin's taste buds.

Jiang Xilin stared, not to mention, the taste of blood is really unexpectedly delicious.

Jiang Xilin couldn't help but lick it a few more times, only to realize that something was wrong with him.

I actually find blood delicious? Am I a pervert?

In his mind, he unconsciously recalled the movie he watched in his previous life with a pervert who would lick the blade after killing people.

He raised his hand and touched his face to suppress all the chaotic thoughts, got up and started to clean up the messy room.

With his current status, swearing and saying harsh words are all in vain. They are nothing more than Ah Q's meaningless method of spiritual victory.

Take every step steadily, whoever laughs at the end will laugh best.

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…

The gentleman sat in a narrow room filled with smoke, with two glowing quartz rods hanging above his head.

At this time, he had taken off the mask that concealed his appearance, revealing a handsome face that was too fair.

Opposite him, there was a man who looked very similar to him.

The gentleman held the lit cigar between his fingers and was listening to the man's story:

"After the rally, he took a car directly to 5th Street in the Kodak District, and then stayed at Laird's place for the entire afternoon."

"What did he do all afternoon?"

"Reading a book called "Principles of Arcane Magic Arrays", and then I took on two tasks, which were to design a magic circle that increases the frequency of mental power fluctuations, and to solve the problem of mental power being retained after being separated from the living body.

."

Hearing this, the gentleman gently shook the ashes of his cigar, then raised his hand to his mouth and took a puff, with a smile on his face. He couldn't help but muttered to himself, his mouth and nose kept moving out.

smoke.

"It's these two tasks. I'm really confident. I don't know if I can handle them."

After muttering, he didn't care whether the other party responded or not, he just motioned for the other party to continue talking.

The man opposite continued what he said before and continued:

"After he returned, two men forced their way into his home, and then they came out within five minutes. As for what happened in less than five minutes, I don't know."

"By the way, there is one detail I think it is necessary to tell you. When he left Laird, he took off his mask and revealed his true face."

"Ha, that seems to be OK."

The gentleman smiled and clapped his palms, and the cigar ashes between his fingers fell on the messy table like snowflakes.

He probably guessed Jiang Xilin's purpose.

Even if I didn't guess it completely, I still figured it out.

The young man sitting opposite the gentleman, who looked like a twin brother to him, was a little confused.

The gentleman is not surprised by this. After all, it is just a "replica", and it is normal for his intelligence to be deficient.

"He took the initiative to reveal his true face for us to see. By doing so, he was obviously telling us that he had no ill intentions towards us and that he sincerely wanted to join us because he was confident that he could complete those two tasks. Although he

I don’t know how much contribution is required for promotion, but the signal of ‘hope to be promoted as soon as possible’ is very obvious.”

"This Black Crow is also a smart man!"

The last sentence is a gentleman's exclamation and a sensory summary of the black crow.

"Then what do we do next?"

"Keep an eye on him first, and investigate the identities of the two guys who stayed at his house for less than five minutes."

The "copy" sitting opposite nodded seriously.

"Where's the armored steam master?"

The gentleman continued to ask,

"What did you find?"

"The steam master's name is Laird. He runs a blacksmith shop under the water tower at No. 3 Water Tower Square. After every meeting, he returns directly to the blacksmith shop. He rarely goes out on weekdays, so there is not much information about him."

The gentleman listened and nodded.

The clone sat for a while, and seeing that the original had no intention of asking any more questions, he stood up silently and left the room.

The gentleman sat blankly alone, and suddenly felt a burning pain in his fingers.

He shook suddenly, and the cigar in his hand fell to the ground, and the cigarette butt splashed sparks all over the ground.

The gentleman who came back to his senses quickly looked at his burned fingers, and after confirming that they were okay, he raised his foot and stamped out the sparks on the ground.

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Water Tower Square, under the Water Tower No. 3, Laird's secret laboratory.

Laird, who was wearing only a singlet and a pair of overalls, was sitting at the table with a frown on his face.

In this morning's secret meeting, Laird had already received from Jiang Xilin the solution to the problem of "the frequent failure of the opposite-sex skin pine surgery to regulate the Whitman effect".

But the problem is that Laird doesn't know how to operate it, especially the "Taff-level conventional corner array", which he has never even heard of.

Laird scratched his hair a little irritably and looked at the Tomahawk 4000 steam ball power core produced by the kingdom's steam power factory not far away. His desire to replace steam power with arcane energy seemed to be insufficient.

The finishing touch is here.

But this kick is really difficult.

There is no doubt that he is very talented in mechanics.

I remember that when he was working at the Kingdom Machinery and Artisans Association, no matter how difficult and complex the mechanical structure was, he could almost master it quickly as long as he got started.

Even for the Tomahawk 4000 rotary ball that he just snatched from his laboratory, he has almost reverse engineered its design blueprint.

But when it comes to learning arcane magic circles, Laird seems to be a lot mediocre.

After so many years, his arcane magic circle level is estimated to be inferior to that of some of the arcane magic circle apprentices in the royal capital of Christa.

It is true that a big reason for this is that he does not have a teacher to guide him, but even if he had a teacher, Laird does not think he would be much better than he is now.

This can be seen from the fact that when he meditates, there are only seven or eight stars in the sea of ​​consciousness, how poor his talent in arcane magic is.

"Hey, it would be great if Lord Black Crow could study together with me!"
Chapter completed!