Examination of the Imperial Examination

One person and one cat stood against the scorching sun, found a rental carriage at the intersection, and went directly to the Backlund branch.

Just as Alvin's carriage left, a two-wheeled carriage followed closely.

Leaving 10 pounds of travel expenses for lawyer Benoy. In the morning, the carriage cost 2 soli, and I have 2 pounds and 5 soli left. I need to get some money out.

By the way, I went to the bank to have a look. Yesterday, Miss Justice of the Tarot Club did not receive the 300 pounds.

Because there is still no news about his article in the Backlund Daily today.

I can only spend my own money to publish my works in those big newspapers.

What happened these days gave him a sense of urgency, and he needed to prepare as soon as possible for the promotion ceremony.

Seeing that the balance of the account has not increased at the bank, Alvin is a little puzzled. Could it be that Miss Justice forgot?

The plan is temporarily put aside, and I will come to see it tomorrow.

Alvin patted his forehead, remembering that he seemed to have forgotten to send Klein something for divination.

After taking out 10 pounds at the counter, he turned around and left the bank. Now he has only 70 pounds left in his account, 12 pounds and 5 soles on his body, and there is still money for the rental carriage outside.

After he decided to go to Mr. Williams, he went to the teacher's house for lunch at noon.

Although there are still 100 rounds of ammunition that have not been completed, it is always right to prepare more. As a citizen of the big food empire, he always has a sense of fear of insufficient firepower.

At eleven o'clock at noon, at the entrance of the Warriors and the Sea Bar, Yumi cast a glance at him and refused to get off the carriage.

Alvin could only be alone, pushed open the door and walked in.

After passing through the familiar bar hall, after asking the bartender, he came to the side door and reached out to knock.

"Come in," Williams' energetic voice came from the room.

Pushing the wooden door, Alvin saw that Williams was standing beside the wine cabinet. He opened the cabinet door with one hand. Through the transparent glass cabinet door, he could see that his other hand had been placed on top of a bottle of red wine.

But seeing his hand in the wine cabinet at the door, he changed positions without leaving a trace, and took out a bottle of Lie Langqi.

Seeing this scene, Alvin twitched slightly, walked into the room, closed the door,

"Good noon, Mr. Williams, you look good, it looks like you had a good day."

Standing inside the house, stepping on the soft carpet, he gave a gentleman's salute.

"I didn't expect you to get rid of your troubles by coming so early today?"

Williams raised his eyebrows at Alvin and said.

After speaking, he looked at Lie Langqi in his hand, and was a little hesitant. Yesterday, he was dragged by an old friend and drank all night. It was all Lie Langqi. This morning, his head still hurt a little.

"It's okay, no big problem, what? It's hard to choose. I think the bottle of white wine at the bottom is very good."

He said vaguely, meaning that there was no big problem, and pointed to the beautifully packaged box of the bottle.

"No, I like to drink Lie Langzi recently."

Williams closed the cabinet door decisively, holding Lie Langqi in his hand, and said in a serious tone.

The bottle of wine was brought back to him by his friend Argel at sea. It is said that it was left by the Tudor Dynasty. It was just put in this morning.

"Would you like some? Or a hundred shots?" Holding a wine glass, Williams gave himself half a glass and asked.

"No, I don't like drinking such strong wine, but I might need something else today."

Alvin shook his head in rejection, and looked at the half glass of wine with some doubts.

"Tell me about it." Williams motioned to Alvin to sit down and said, and then sat down on the opposite side.

"I need some special bullets, such as the "Hunter" bullets commonly used by official Beyonders."

Alvin directly stated his needs. The recent situation is not stable. He needs some means to protect himself.

"Magic bullets, I don't have them. This kind of thing is rarely in circulation. If you need to add some means to fight the enemy, you can choose to make a spell. Although it is not as good as a magical item, it has no side effects."

Hearing Alvin's request, Williams smiled and suggested.

"... Ordinary spells are useless. Some combat spells need to be combined with rituals to pray to the gods. I am an unbeliever, hehe..."

"The sequence of Confucianism and Taoism itself needs to reach Sequence 8 before the words can resonate. At that time, you can make spells by yourself, relying on Chinese."

Williams' answer made Alvin frown. Next time, Tarot will ask "The Hanged Man" for a purchase.

"However, there is a Beyonder gathering recently, you can try your luck."

Williams picked up the wine glass and took a sip, smelling the strong aroma of wine, lined his mouth, and sighed a little, really old, used to be able to drink that kid Alger down, now, alas!

"Party?" Alvin's eyes lit up, and he asked with some doubts:

"Didn't you say that the situation has been chaotic recently? It's not suitable for a novice like me to participate."

"That was a few days ago. In the past two days, an official Beyonder came forward and controlled several underground trading locations in Pritz Harbor, merged them into one place, and opened them at a fixed point."

Williams put down the cup in his hand and explained.

"Official intervention? Don't they stop this kind of gathering? How can it be organized?"

Alvin asked incomprehensibly.

"So many Beyonders have entered Pritz Harbor in various ways, nothing more than to explore the "white star", instead of letting them hide in the dark and become an unknown threat, it is better to give them a platform to listen to news and communicate, which can also alleviate Official pressure."

He paused, frowned and thought for two seconds.

"Just like what Emperor Roselle said, it's better to block it than to sparse it."

Williams leaned back in the chair and smiled, ready to reach for the wine glass. Seeing Lie Langqi in the glass, he took it back and stroked his stubble.

Mr. Williams, I think you must have heard this sentence from nowhere.

"When was the last party, and how can I attend." Alvin looked at Williams and asked.

"The most recent one was on Thursday night. You arrive here at 7 pm. I will take you there. Although it is an official organization, you don't need to worry too much about security. I still suggest that you do some disguise then."

Williams opened his mouth to remind, feeling a little dry after speaking, looked at the wine on the table and hesitated, but did not extend his hand.

He took out a box of bullets from the back cabinet and waved his hand to signal him to leave quickly.

Alvin got up and saluted, put the bullets in his pocket, and walked down today's newspaper on the table, turned and left the bar.

"There doesn't seem to be anything worth paying attention to today. The "Crazy Thug" didn't seem to be doing anything yesterday, and it killed five people in a row. Now that there are Beyonders intervening, it will definitely be silent for a while."

"However, two more children went missing from Xiajie, and the one from the day before yesterday was already four. Alas, it's a troubled time."

Alvin sat on the carriage to the North District, thinking about the news in the newspaper, shook his head and folded the newspaper.

Yuumi, who was on her shoulders, followed Alvin and shook her head, bowing her head and licking her hair.

About twenty minutes later, the carriage stopped and Alvin got out of the carriage. Yuumi saw Mr. Geralt's garden from a distance, her eyes lit up, and she jumped off her shoulders.

He passed through the iron fence and got into the small courtyard.

Alvin shook his head, took out a pocket watch with a silver feather pattern and opened it. At 11:40, just in time for lunch, he smiled slightly and walked towards the teacher's courtyard.

"Hey, Alvin."

Just walking to the gate, Alvin, who was about to push the door to enter, suddenly heard the teacher's voice coming from behind.

Turning his head to look, he saw the teacher walking slowly from the path in the residential area in the distance.

Today, the teacher is wearing an old military uniform with a grab bag on his waist. It looks a little bit like iron and blood. It would be more perfect without the gardener hat on his head.

"Teacher, what are you doing?" Alvin greeted him and asked curiously, looking at the teacher's dress.

Geralt took off his hat and said with a smile: "It's nothing, many dogs raised by residents in the neighborhood have disappeared for no apparent reason. They all suspected that some wild animals had come nearby, and I was a little worried, so please let me see, why are you doing this today? morning."

"The dog is missing?"

Alvin thought for a while, but he had no idea, so he gave up.

While talking, the two came to the door. Teacher Geralt took out the key from his pocket, turned to look at Alvin's shoulder and asked:

"Where's that little guy Yuumi?"

Alvin was stunned for a moment, glanced into the yard, and smiled awkwardly.

"The storm is above, you actually let it in." Geralt's expression froze, then he glared at Alvin, and quickly opened the door and walked in.

After a meal, Alvin changed into a gardener's uniform and worked in the flowerbed proficiently, occasionally being attacked by Yuumi.

Mr. Geralt, sitting on the rocking chair by the side looks a little ugly, because Yumi gave Huo Huo the best moon flower in the yard.

After another slap on the head by Yumi, Alvin straightened up, supported the gardener's hat, turned sideways, looked at the teacher and asked:

"Teacher, when can I start learning how to fight?"

"Fighting?" Geralt glanced at Alvin. He wanted to say that it would be a few days away, but his eyes swept across the moon flower, and his heart twitched.

Rolling his eyes, he smiled maliciously and said, "That's fine today."

"Today, it's great." Alvin said happily, bending down and moving his hands faster.

——@Silent——————

Backlund, Queens, in the Hall's luxury villa.

Inside a private chemical laboratory fully equipped with equipment and items.

Audrey looked in front of her with joy, she prepared the silver-white audience potion, and was about to drink it.

At this moment, there was a cry of "Wang Wang Wang" from outside the laboratory, and Audrey frowned.

Audrey walked out of the laboratory, closed the door with her backhand, looked at Annie and said:

"Didn't you say it? Don't bother me while I'm doing chemical experiments."

Anne angrily replied:

"There is an invitation from the Duchess, Mrs Della's."

"Duchess Negan's wife?" Audrey took a few steps forward~www.wuxiahere.com~ and approached Anne.

"Yes, she invited Ms. Weiwei, the court baker, and invited her to have afternoon tea with you." Annie said the content of the invitation.

Audrey puffed out her cheeks invisibly and said:

"Tell my mother that I'm dizzy, maybe the sun is too strong and I'm a little dehydrated, and ask her to say sorry to Mrs. Della on my behalf."

While speaking, she made a weak look.

"Miss, this is not just afternoon tea, but also a literary salon. I heard that Mrs. Della got a nice painting to show at the salon yesterday," Annie added.

"But it won't cure my dizziness, I need to rest." Audrey firmly refused.

Using the etiquette teacher to pretend to be stunned, he sent the maid away, and quickly returned to the laboratory. Audrey was dumbfounded at the door.

As far as she could see, was the broken cup on the ground, the last drop of silver-white liquid licked by the golden retriever Susie.

Off the coast of Pritz Harbour, on an island that is always shrouded in storms, an ancient sailboat is parked in the port.

The man with soft yellow hair and wearing a lightning-patterned robe looked at Alger Wilson opposite and said in a puzzled way:

"Alger, you can completely return to the kingdom and become the captain of the Punisher Squad or a decent bishop. Why did you choose to go out to sea and choose to be the captain of the 'Blue Avenger'?"

Alger's rough and profound face had no additional expressions, and replied solemnly:

"The sea belongs to the storm. This is the kingdom of the Lord. I am willing to follow the will of the Lord and patrol this kingdom for Him."

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Note: The last 300 words are from the original book, but some things have been added.

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