Game of Destiny: This player is different

"Let's talk about the demons."

Qin Nuo's dark eyes regained focus and fell on Duncan: "What are they?"

Although Roman said at the beginning of the transmission that this world is full of negative energy.

Demons are dark creatures born in it.

But speculation is speculation after all, and it cannot be true without confirmation.

"This information is not cheap."

"How much?"

"200 shillings, not only I will inadvertently reveal some other things during the story.

For example, how to avoid demons with bare hands."

Duncan deliberately emphasized the latter part.

Qin Nuo said nothing, his dark eyes quietly staring at the other party: "... Talk about other things."

"Tsk..."

Duncan showed an unhappy expression of missing out on money.

"If I want to buy something like this in bulk, who should I contact?"

Qin Nuo pointed to the exorcist gun on the table and asked:

"I don't need a finished product, semi-finished products such as gun barrels and bullet shells will do."

"You want to make it yourself?"

The fat man sitting behind the desk raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully:

"The production process of exorcist weapons is only known to the blacksmiths in the workshop, and it is never passed on to others."

"What is a workshop?"

"Literally, a place dedicated to making exorcist weapons. I don't know where it is exactly."

"Then where do you get your exorcist guns from?"

Qin Nuo asked relentlessly.

"Hey, this is new information." Duncan rubbed his fingers.

He almost wrote on his face that he wanted money.

Qin Nuo's expression remained unchanged and he took out his wallet again.

This time he didn't open the bag, but pushed it over: "I want to buy an exorcist gun, you tell me."

Duncan took it and weighed it twice: "Less than 1,000 shillings, the cheapest exorcist gun costs 1,500."

"The gun is not that expensive.

1,500 is the price, not the actual selling price."

Brief silence.

Duncan's smile faded, and his gold teeth no longer gleamed: "The minimum is 1,300 shillings, and no bullets are included."

Qin Nuo shook his head slightly: "Just that bag, and it must come with 5 mercury bullets and information."

Wow——

"A rear-loading rifled flintlock, no need to load gunpowder.

Load the bullet, pull the hammer, and pull the trigger. The mercury bullet will penetrate the alien demon within 80 yards.

Of course, people can also do it."

Duncan pushed the previous silver-plated flintlock over, and his attitude was no longer as enthusiastic as before:

"No bullets, no information, Mr. Exorcist."

Cut the price by one third with a knife, which is already a good deal.

But Qin Nuo thinks it can be more favorable.

He put the gun away first, and then said with a firm tone: "I will continue to buy bullets here in the future."

"Not enough, you need something else."

Duncan was very determined.

Qin Nuo thought about it and took out a certain prop from his backpack.

"Don't you think I can't make exorcist weapons?

Look at this, I made it myself."

He handed the dented Immortal Cauldron to the other party,

his expression was calm and composed.

Roman, who was watching from the sidelines, twitched his eyes slightly, thinking that this guy was really boasting.

He dared to take the extraordinary props produced by the system.

Do you think the system can't hear it?

No one cared about Roman's constipated expression.

Qin Nuo did it on purpose, and Duncan was attracted by the Immortal Cauldron.

"Hiss——"

The retired exorcist who always talked about money took a breath.

He picked up the pan and looked at it carefully: "It is indeed similar to the exorcist gun, but why is it shaped like a pot?"

"It is convenient for cooking."

"You use this thing to cook?

Aren't you afraid of the remaining demonic contaminants on it?"

Duncan looked at Qin Nuo suspiciously: "You are detectives, right? Only crazy people like detectives are not afraid of infection."

Qin Nuo smiled, neither admitting nor denying.

The atmosphere fell into a brief silence.

After a few seconds,

The sound of a metal object knocking against the table broke the silence.

"Every Saturday, merchants will visit the Night Watch stronghold.

If you want to buy exorcist weapons, you have to wait at the door on time.

As long as you pay a shilling, the merchant will trade with you.

This is the biggest concession I can make."

Duncan handed over five mercury bullets: "One piece of advice, don't say you are a detective."

"Why?"

Qin Nuo took the bullets and asked.

"Once there was a fool who got into a fight with a merchant because of a shilling price difference,"

Duncan narrowed his eyes and whispered meaningfully: "This fool who was finally killed by the night watchman and the merchant was a detective."

The conversation ended in an unpleasant atmosphere.

After the owner of the house finished his last sentence, he rudely ordered him to leave.

Even when Qin Nuo pushed the door and left,I heard the other person muttering, "What a pity, it would be great if he wasn't a detective."

As expected, detectives are not welcome anywhere.

Walking out of the quiet private lawyer's residence, the extended bluestone streets and the newcomers dispelled the unhappiness in my heart.

Although the sky was still covered with a layer of mist that could not be dispersed.

Qin Nuo put on a deerstalker hat, and his dark eyes under the shadows calmly swept across both sides of the street.

There is no open carriage here, I'm afraid I have to walk a distance.

"Where are you going now?"

Roman, who had been listening for a long time and almost didn't get a chance to speak, asked.

"Wait a minute."

Qin Nuo pulled his teammates to a secluded corner: "Lend me the shillings you have."

"What are you going to do?"

"Go buy some more bullets. Five bullets are not enough."

Hearing this, Roman frowned slightly: "That Duncan is obviously against detectives and will definitely not do business with us again."

"That's right."

Qin Nuo agreed: "But I have a way."

Under the puzzled gaze of his teammates, Qin Nuo turned his back and quickly took off and put on the mask.

He took out a spare coat from his backpack and put it on.

He took off the deerstalker hat and scratched his hair.

After a simple disguise, a brand new "person" appeared in front of Roman.

"How?"

Qin Nuo changed his voice and asked in a low and magnetic hipster voice.

Okay, I didn't expect you to have this skill.

Roman smacked his lips and took out his wallet hesitantly: "Will you... pay me back?"

"I will definitely pay you back, believe me."

Qin Nuo promised confidently.

"I'll trust you once."

He took the wallet and didn't give Roman, who was already regretting, a chance.

Qin Nuo walked back to the private lawyer's residence.

...

Inside the residence,

Duncan scratched his hair, looking grim.

"Damn, damn, why is it a detective? I don't want to have anything to do with these lunatics.

I hope the news of their coming to my house won't spread."

He cursed himself and didn't hear the door open.

Until the light was blocked by the shadow, he found a figure standing in front of the table.

"Oh! Sir, why are you walking without making any sound?"

Duncan was startled and patted his chest and mumbled: "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

The strange man in front of him pulled out the bench and sat down.

He grabbed a handful of shillings from his purse and said, "I want to discuss some business with you."