Mystery: Shadow of Order Chapter 262

"My body is fine and I don't need that thing."

Rawls raised his chin, then pointed at the man's waist, rather disdainfully.

"Haha." The man put his hands on his hips and pouted, "It seems that the girl who entertains you is not very skilled. If you meet an experienced one, a young man like you will definitely be carried out."

"It seems that you have such experience."

This kind of talk between men also existed in the Luen noble dinner, but at that time, the ladies were asked to leave the venue first, and it was not so explicit. People who are engaged in conversations on such topics tend to have deeper friendships.

The man opposite was no exception, he laughed and said:

"Little guy, your mouth is very hard!"

He twitched his nose a few times, looked a little weird, and glanced at Rawls sideways:

"Hmph, it turned out to be just talking, what? Didn't you dare to go in? Would you like me to take you in? You can get a discount on my charf!"

"Your nose is very smart, much better than your waist." Although the man saw that he had not had in-depth communication with those girls, Rawls would not show mercy, "As for reporting your name... "

Sharf? Rawls raised his eyebrows and looked at the man who called himself Scharf. His facial features were indeed Intis, his complexion was darker, his cheeks were a little red from drunkenness, and there were lip prints on his neck. He was wearing Intis. Si's shirt, there is a black thread around the neck, and the hanging XZ is inside the shirt... but is it just that the "craftsman" and the things he builds will also converge?

The man who called himself Scharf took a few steps forward, and the smell of alcohol and fat powder hit Rawls's sense of smell:

"what's your name?"

"Jeffrey, just call me Jeffrey."

Since he bumped into Scharf, Rawls would naturally not miss this opportunity. Except for his identity as a descendant of Roselle, a "craftsman" is something any force would like to win over. Of course, the Church of Steam and Mechanics may not value a wild "artisan" so much, but it will definitely value Roselle's descendants.

A gust of cool wind came over, Scharf burped, looked at Rawls with some blurred eyes, patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Jeffrey, isn't it, those girls in the Red Theater like a young man like you..." His Adam's apple twitched up and down, his mouth was tightly closed, and his cheeks bulged.

Rawls' pupils shrank suddenly, he rushed forward two steps, and the voice of "Ouch... vomit..." came from behind. He turned around and saw that Scharf had been vomiting furiously, and the solid-liquid mixture was pouring out of his mouth.

The foul stench emanated from the pool of vomit and blew towards Rawls along the cool wind, causing him to cover his nose and take a few steps back.

Forty or fifty seconds later, Sharf stopped vomiting, and sat down with a soft "slap" on his legs, his body fell on his back, and his head hit the ground.

Rawls frowned and walked over. In the crimson moonlight, there was still vomit at the corner of Sharf's mouth, and there was a lot of sticking on his body. On Sharf's face, he smacked his mouth, but there was no movement.

After calling him twice, Rawls saw that he had no response, shook his head and walked towards the other end of the alley. The pool of vomit was so disgusting.

Sharf, who was lying on the ground, moved his ears, raised his eyelids slightly, turned his head slowly, and scanned the surroundings with the help of the crimson moonlight. After confirming that there was no one around, he stretched out his hand to cover his head, staggered to his feet, turned around in a daze, and pulled out the black line on his neck with his right hand.

There was a finger-sized purple bead hanging on the black thread, which was brought to the front of Scharf's eyes. The bright purple light from the bead made his tanned face stained with purple light. His expression was serious, and his drunkenness completely disappeared. on his face. His eyes "peeped" around through the bead, and he was relieved when he realized that no one was around.

He hid the bead back in his shirt, looked down at the vomit on the ground and some of the contamination on his body, his throat squirmed again, and quickly looked straight ahead, walked across the pool of vomit, his body no longer Shaking, the pace is extremely vigorous.

A few minutes later, Rawls reappeared in this alley, looking at the empty alley and shaking his head, he didn't even know what went wrong... However, his eyes went over the walls and houses, wanting to It is not so easy to escape the tracking of a "briber".

What's more, Alysia has already arrived!

Sharf, who had already taken a shower and changed his clothes, was sitting in front of the small bar in the living room with a bottle of Sunia blood wine that had just been opened in front of him. The experience just now scared him into a cold sweat and was in urgent need of fine wine. to eliminate the fear just now.

Holding the wine glass, he looked at the golden-red color inside, and the slightly viscous wine swayed. He drank it all in one gulp, and let out a moan of relaxation. When most of the Sonia blood wine in the bottle was consumed, drunkenness came up, and with the fear just now, Sharf lay down in front of the small bar and took a nap.

Sunia blood wine, brewed from the sweet wood juice produced in the area around Golden Spring, is like thin honey mixed with blood. It tastes sweet, but it is very easy to get drunk.

With his forehead resting on his arm, the half-sleeping Scharf rubbed his arm, and a little noise came into his ears. Is it the sound of water pouring? No, it was the sound of pouring wine, and it was Sunia blood wine. This sound is only produced when the slightly viscous wine is being poured.

Where am I? Tavern? Am I not going home? Family?

Sharf woke up suddenly, the picture in front of him was a little blurry, a man in a straw hat and a taraba shirt was standing in front of the wine rack, pouring a freshly-opened bottle of Sunia into a goblet.

Turns out I was in a tavern!

Sharf breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the bartender who looked very different in a straw hat and taraba shirt, subconsciously mocking his taste, but before he could speak, he found that the bartender's face was very familiar.

"Jeffrey!"

Sharf's eyes widened, he pressed his hands on the small bar, he jumped back extremely sensitively, and touched his neck with his right hand.

As a Sequence Six "craftsman", Sharf is very aware of his abilities. Not only does he lack the combat-type Beyonder abilities that belong to him, he doesn't even have much combat experience. Just now, because of the bath, he didn't have any extraordinary items on him except the "Scholar's Orb" on his neck.

Facing an unfamiliar Extraordinary who doesn't know his friend or foe, he believes that he has absolutely no resistance. Even if the "Scholar's Orb" has enhanced his fighting ability, he will not be strong because of it without much training. Go, a bullet could kill him.

Rawls held a half glass of Sonia blood wine, a touch of sweetness floated into his nose, took a deep breath and said:

"Hello, Sharf, would you like a drink?"

"How did you find this place?"

Sharf held the "Scholar's Orb" that temporarily gave him a sense of security in his hand, and withdrew his right leg as if he was ready to run. He was pretty sure no one was following him when he came back, and he also deployed a lot of ritual protection magic, otherwise he wouldn't be so relaxed.

"Does it make sense to say this now?" Rawls took a sip of the sweet wine and sighed in admiration, "I have no ill will towards you, otherwise you won't have a chance to wake up, sit down and let's have a good chat."

Sharf lowered his brows. After thinking for a while, he released the purple "Scholar's Orb" and let it hang naturally on his chest. He walked to the small bar in two steps and held the bottle that he had just left. Half a bottle of Sunia blood wine, poured a glass for myself.

A "craftsman" is worth recruiting to any faction, even an enemy.

Rawls put down the glass and asked with a smile:

"I really want to know, how did you find out that I was wrong."

"Then you should answer my question first." Sharf took a sip of wine and slapped the glass on the bar with a shattered mentality.

"This is my ability."

Sharf carefully looked at the man opposite him. The straw hat he was wearing cast a shadow on his face, and he seemed to have done some disguise, but he could tell that he was a Loen.

"You're a 'Sheriff'? No..." He shook his head, "The 'Sheriff' doesn't have this ability, unless it's a 'Knight of Discipline', but you haven't reached that level."

Rawls raised his eyebrows and asked curiously:

"Can you judge the level of the Extraordinary? This is something that can only be done by a 'Law Mage'."

"Of course!" Sharf rubbed his nose, "It's just a little weaker than the 'Lawling Mage'. The 'Appraiser' can not only identify Beyonder items, but also Beyonders. In my opinion, there is nothing too much between the two. Big difference."

Extraordinary people, extraordinary creatures that can provide extraordinary materials, and extraordinary objects themselves are no different, nothing more than the level of wisdom. Some powerful Sealed Artifacts are absolutely no worse than the wisdom of Beyonders, such as Deng Shen...

In the eyes of "craftsmen", these are all materials.

"But just because I'm an Extraordinary, I'm afraid you, who are a 'craftsman', pretend to be drunk. I'm afraid it doesn't make sense, right? There are many Beyonders in Bayam, and there are also some in the Red Theater."

"You know my name, although I will take the task of creating extraordinary items from outsiders, but I didn't take it in the name of Sharf. How did you know me?"

I know not only your name, but also your surname and your origin... Rawls pressed his straw hat down and said:

"Your eyesight is very good. I am wearing a straw hat, and there is no light in that alley. There is only moonlight. You can see the expression on my face for a moment."

"Hmph, don't underestimate the eyes of a 'craftsman'." Sharf stretched out **** and pointed to his own eyes, "Unless you completely cover your face, your disguise cannot escape my eyes. of."

You really look like Emperor Roselle, but the emperor must not like a descendant with the same character as him... Rawls squinted his eyes, leaned forward, and looked at Sharf as if he were looking at his prey:

"I never worry about that, because dead people don't speak."

Sharf's hand holding the wine glass trembled, and the wine liquid like thin honey spilled on the table. He now regrets why he ran out of the Church of Steam and was "protected" well!

He raised his eyes to look at the oppressive man opposite him, frowned, and then grinned at the corners of his mouth:

"You won't kill me. At most, you can 'imprison' me and help you make extraordinary items."

"It seems that you not only have a lot of experience in the Red Theater." Rawls stood up straight, raised his right index finger and shook it gently, "but I will not 'capture' you, I have no interest in 'capturing' a man ."

"To be honest, if you hadn't pretended to be drunk, I wouldn't have found your house directly."

Sharf pouted, he wouldn't believe such words.

"You don't believe it? There's no way." Rawls shrugged, he really thought so at first, "Now, I have something to ask you."

Sharf put down his glass, he knew that the next question might be related to his life and he had to be careful.

"You are a 'craftsman', you should know about black market transactions and Beyonder gatherings nearby, and tell me in detail."

"No problem." Sharf didn't hesitate, these people had nothing to do with him, and some of them had even made up his mind, and selling them would not have any psychological pressure on him.

"It's just that I know a lot, so it's better to take a piece of paper and write it down."

Rawls glanced at him, reached out and took out a gray purse from his trouser pocket, untied the rope, and reached in to take out a piece of paper and an absorbent pen.

"This is……"

Scharf jumped out of his chair~www.mtlnovel.com~, pointed to the inconspicuous purse in Rawls's hand, and asked excitedly:

"This... this is the space pocket, where did you get it? Is there any extra? How big is it?"

The space pocket is really useful for "craftsmen" like Sharf. "Craftsmen" often have a lot of materials in their hands, and most of these materials are extraordinary materials, and there are even certain conflicts between them.

In addition to the materials, they also have extraordinary items made by themselves, and the negative effects of these extraordinary items have a low impact on their makers, but the abilities of these items will also affect each other, allowing the "artisans" I can only reluctantly choose the extraordinary items that are most suitable to match together.

And these, as long as you have a space pocket, you can easily solve it.

Rawls ignored these questions and re-patted the pen and paper on the bar:

"You have to remember that you are in my hands now, don't force me to change my mind."

Sharf swallowed his saliva, retracted his longing eyes, lowered his head and wrote while recalling. For the Beyonders of the "Understander" pathway, remembering is the most basic ability.

Rawls didn't pay too much attention to the things he wrote. He had the information summarized by Alger in his hand. There should be a lot of overlap between what Scharf provided and what he had in his hands. He actually wanted Scharf. From these people and Extraordinary gatherings, Husband finds a guy who has a certain relationship with Feysac.

He turned around and looked at the wine rack in front of him. Scharf was obviously a person who likes fine wine. There are all kinds of fine wines, Ormere wine, Mist champagne...

Chapter end