Mystery: Shadow of Order Chapter 223

"What you want is in there."

The pale, delicate-looking Sharon floated in mid-air, wearing a small black soft hat, and her long black court dress dragged in the air, her tone erratic.

Rawls looked at the familiar herbal shop in the distance, the door was closed under the crimson veil, like a silent giant, waiting for its prey.

This is the herbal shop where he met the fat pharmacist this morning. According to the owner's own words, this is where herbs from all over the world are gathered, and it is the place where many herbal shops in Backlund come to stock up. Compared with the North Continent, the South Continent is obviously more suitable for the growth of herbal medicine. In addition, the South Continent has only been developed for one hundred and fifty years, and its own mysterious witch doctor culture is attractive to many North Continent people.

There are many pharmacists in the Northern Continent who use the guise of witch doctors in the Southern Continent to swindle. They collect many unique herbs and tools unique to the Southern Continent, pretending to inherit the medicine of witch doctors to give to some people who lack enough common sense. cure.

After finding the candy store, Rawls found a lot of strange things. He thought that the orange Helmershine who loved candy was because of his own preferences, so he provided the Hilliers with some ideas and tools. , but among these are the manuscripts of the third-generation difference engine.

The reason why I say manuscripts rather than design drawings is because the difference engine, as a unique product of the steam era, is equivalent to the computer of this era. Its size and weight are not a small number. Rawls saw the model of the first-generation difference engine in the Kingdom Museum about five or six years ago.

It was a mechanical behemoth with a height of more than four meters and a length of more than five meters. If it was not just a model on display, there would be no way to move it into the museum. Because a real difference engine has as many as 5,000 parts and a total weight of nearly 6,000 pounds.

Even with the reduction in the number and weight of parts due to the model machine, it took several days to reassemble it in the museum before it could be exhibited, and it was destroyed by mechanical failure after a few days.

Therefore, the number and weight of the design drawings of such a behemoth will not be too small, so the manuscript of the third-generation difference machine that appeared should be more of a design idea.

But why is the manuscript in a herbal shop?

Under the superb lock-picking skills of the senior "criminal" Miss Sharon, Rawls stood in the underground storage room of the herbal shop. There are not only herbs that need a cool environment, but also two or three boxes of rifles and seven or eight boxes of bullets. And a barrel of gunpowder.

Rawls looked at the rifle in the wooden box and took out one. The wear marks and usage marks on it were very heavy, and it was a breech-loading musket that had outdated the times. The rest were even better. , there are rifled guns, and there are also standard rifles installed with the Loen army.

It seems that this herbal shop not only does herbal medicine indications, but also some arms business, but from the types of guns in the box, the arms business should have just started, and there is no fixed purchase channel, and can only be collected one by one.

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This herbal shop should hire those indigenous people in the southern continent to collect herbs, and these guns should also be sold to them. This kind of business was very common more than a hundred years ago. But at that time, what the Northern Continent needed was not herbal medicine, and it was impossible to sell guns to the aborigines in the Southern Continent.

Throwing the musket into the wooden box, Rawls looked at Sharon, who was looking at a primitive and rough wooden box with an inscription of a man with his hands tied and hanging in the air, using an unknown The blood was painted bright red.

The mark was originally a sign of belief in the bound god. Only those aborigines in the southern continent would engrave this mark on their items. They firmly believed that as long as they restrained their desires, they would obtain the redemption of the bound god.

But with the expansion of the indulgence faction, there are fewer and fewer shackles on the people who are bound in the mark, and now only the bound hands are left. This mark has gradually changed from representing the bound **** of faith to a symbol of the Rose School of thought.

"It's in a wooden box."

Rawls glanced at Sharon, her voice fluctuated obviously, as if she had escaped from the "wraith" state.

Opening the wooden box, there are indeed more than a dozen manuscripts inside. The top one depicts a huge machine, gears, levers, and some unknown parts assembled into this mechanical behemoth.

The rest of the manuscript is just a few of Hermothein's ideas about the third difference engine, but the last one is about the design of a thermometer, which suggests that the properties of mercury can be used to expand the range of temperature measurements.

Only simple design drawings and guesswork? But is that copper spoon really a thermometer? Wasn't that what Hermoshine did?

"These drawings and those from the candy store are from the same person, who mixed the drawings with herbs and shipped them to the northern continent. The owner of the herb shop gave some of them to his friends, who opened to the candy store."

Rawls looked at Sharron in surprise. In the description in the book, Miss Sharron seldom said so much in one breath. Did the pattern on the wooden box cause her emotions to fluctuate?

Putting the parchment in his pocket, Rawls picked up the wooden box and handed it to Sharon:

"I think you need this."

Sharon looked him up and down with her blue eyes, and took the wooden box.

North District, in an apartment building.

Hugh Dilcha yawned and got up from the bed, looked at Forsi, who was sitting beside him, who was mostly neutral, rubbed his sleepy eyes and said:

"What's wrong with you coming to me now?"

Forsi took off the half-top hat on his head and put it on the table next to him. With a serious face, he told the story of the senior police superintendent who came to inquire today.

"Wait a minute, slow down, I need to calm down, or I always feel like either I'm dreaming or you're sleepwalking."

Xio rubbed her temples while pacing in front of the bed. She really felt like she was dreaming. After all, what Forsi said was really unacceptable. After a while, Xio, who confirmed that he was completely awake, sorted out what Fors had just said:

"You said that Jeffrey suddenly appeared near our apartment and was discovered by the police, but it turned out that it was an Extraordinary who appeared to be a senior police superintendent but was actually a 'punisher'."

Forsi nodded. She tried to analyze the relationship before and after, but because of the writer's ability to associate, she always felt that she was thinking too much, so she came to take advantage of the opportunity to give the 500 pounds to Hugh. Analyze it with the help of Hugh's beastly intuition.

"Do you think that Alycia was secretly arranged by Jeffrey to spy on us? How is this possible? Although I was not there when the incident on Tiemen Street in the Bridge District happened, according to the information I collected, at least several powerful The Extraordinary is fighting there. If Alysia is really the mid-sequence Extraordinary as described by the Seven Churches, then there is no need for Jeffrey to send her to monitor us.

Moreover, Jeffrey has my information. As long as he wants, our identities may be taught at any time. MI9 will know. At that time, we will be fish and meat on the chopping block as Emperor Roselle said. Can be chopped at any time. "

Forsi pouted, and she also felt that there was something wrong with her guess, but this kind of thing was too coincidental. As a writer, she really had to consider this.

"So, I think Jeffrey was just looking for us in a hurry, he knew my profile, and it was easy to find our rental apartment."

Xio let out a long sigh of relief. It was really hard for her to think so much, but Jeffrey really didn't need to do this. Are people who write novels not very brainy?

"By the way, Audrey invited me to her house today. Because of Qilingus' assassination of Duke Negan, Earl Hall asked a Beyonder to protect her. When we were alone, she gave me the reward for the task. ."

Fors recalled Audrey's nine cloakrooms, which were full of custom-made dresses, which were more luxurious than Alysia's cloakroom. Some of those clothes were even worn once and never worn again.

"But we didn't have any results?" Xio frowned. Although she was short of money, it didn't mean that she would get paid for nothing.

Forsi took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and put them on the table. The thick round really made Xio grow his mouth and replied with a satisfied smile:

"I said the same at the beginning, but Audrey said that part of it is to compensate for the time and energy we wasted on Qilingus, and the rest is the remuneration and funding for the next mission. She is afraid that in a short time. There's no way to go out and meet me as often as before."

Xio nodded and could only sigh:

"Miss Audrey is really sweet! What's her next mission? Isn't she investigating a certain pirate general again?"

"How is that possible? It's to help her find the formula for the Psychology Alchemy Society and the 'audience'. She said that she also saw the power of a powerful Beyonder at the banquet where Qilingus assassinated Duke Negan, so she wanted to become an Beyonder. , but I don't want my family to know."

Forsi handed the 500 pounds in cash to Xio, and said with a pouting voice:

"These are yours, a total of 500 pounds, I have 200 pounds here."

"Is it that much?" Xio was a little surprised. She originally thought it was divided equally between the two. "Then you should take 350 pounds."

Forsi actually didn't keep a single point, but she was afraid that Xio would see something, so she had to do it, and she also found a reason:

"I've been under the surveillance of the police recently, and I'm afraid I won't be able to get out. Audrey's mission still needs you to do it."

"Okay then." Xio took the money and put it under the pillow.

Forsi still didn't give up her previous suspicions, she picked up the half-top hat and put it on her head, stood up and said:

"By the way, since you said that Jeffrey is looking for you in a hurry, then you can go and see it tomorrow."

"Okay."

Iron Gate Street, Brave Bar.

In the innermost chess and card room, more than a dozen living corpses were lying or lying in different postures. Without the master's control, they were not much different from ordinary corpses.

Maric was sitting at the card table near the door. Opposite him was Caspars Canlinen with a lees nose and a long scar on his face. On the other side was a living corpse. On it are scattered playing cards. They had just been playing cards, but Maric clearly didn't have the patience to continue.

"Since Miss Sharron chose to go there by herself, she is definitely not worried about danger. I remember that she can divination? She should be able to predict whether there is danger."

Caspars has been trying to console Maric. Since the last time he made a "dangerous" commission, the relationship between them has not deteriorated because of it, but because of Ian's affairs.

Although it was Maric who asked a lot of questions about Ian, the aged Caspers could naturally see from the way he asked and the questions that these questions came from Miss Sharon, who seemed like a ghost.

If before the entrustment, Caspars naturally did not want Ian to contact Beyonders, but now that he has been involved, he can only get to know a few more Beyonders.

The malice in the pale-faced Maric's eyes seemed to overflow. He gave Caspers a cold look. An ordinary person would not understand the meaning of divination. Divination is not omnipotent, otherwise they would not escape. to the North Continent.

But Caspars had played cards with living corpses after all. In addition to his experience in his youth, he had long ignored Maric's eyes. There was a smile on his old face, but the scar was on his face. Against the background, it looks extremely ferocious.

"You've asked a lot of questions about Ian before, can you tell me why?"

Maric didn't speak, the two corpses lying on the table slowly propped up their bodies, staring at Caspars with their beast-like pupils, and at the same time raised their arms and pressed them on him, the cold touch made him shiver all over. .

Caspars shivered, shook his head at Maric, and no longer asked the reason for this matter.

After a long silence, perhaps because of Sharon, who had not returned, the increasingly impatient Maric could only find someone to speak to. Obviously, the living Caspars was better than those living corpses.

"We had many friends from before who had red eyes like Ian ~www.mtlnovel.com~."

that's it? Caspars is a little confused, this is a bit too simple, isn't it? Or does it become like this once you become an Extraordinary? But before he could ask again, Miss Sharon in a long gothic court dress appeared in the air, looking at Caspers with her azure blue eyes, causing him to leave the room with interest.

And Maric, who revealed the reason, stood there, bowing his head as if admitting his mistake.

Sharon looked at Maric with her head down, and pointed slightly to the card table:

"There are traces of them in that herbal shop." A primitive and rough wooden box gently fell to the card table, and it was engraved with a blood-colored man with bound hands.

Maric, who has long been accustomed to Sharon's speaking style, saw the wooden box, and there was a hint of sarcasm on his pale face:

"Backlund has many of their members, but the three major churches didn't notice them."

When the Rose Sect hunted them down, they also discovered many members of the Rose Sect in Backlund, but they did not take action against those people due to lack of strength, fear of traps, and not wanting to attract the attention of the major churches.

"That man lied, but it can be trusted."

Maric glanced at Sharon, then lowered his head and said:

"It's up to you to decide!"

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