Game of Destiny: This player is different

After a lot of extreme arguing, Tesla finally gave in and paid 800 shillings for the task.

Including the 5% discount and the credit in the name of the captain of the night watch, a total of 100 bottles of mercury were purchased.

The money owed must be settled when the merchant arrives next week.

At this point, all the savings have been basically spent, and there are only three pitiful 1-penny coins left in the purse.

"Deliver to this address."

Qin Nuo wrote a note and handed it over: "Can it be delivered before dark?"

The merchant took a look and nodded silently.

After confirming that there was no other purchase demand, he carried the exaggeratedly large giant backpack and ended the transaction.

"Why did you buy so much mercury?"

When the office returned to peace, Tesla asked in confusion: "The workshop's production process has never been passed on to others. Even if you buy the corresponding materials, others can't imitate it."

"Don't let the established rules limit your imagination."

Qin Nuo waved his hand casually and changed the subject: "Old Te, do you have any cases with more money and less work? Give me another one."

"Are you crazy?"

Tesla took a deep puff of his pipe:

"The night watchman handles at most two abnormal incidents per week, and you have handled five in a row so far.

Even factory machines need to rest and maintain."

"It's okay, I can still handle it."

Qin Nuo insisted.

"You can't handle it."

Tesla denied.

"I can handle it."

"You can't handle it!"

"I can handle it."

Tesla looked at Qin Nuo,

The strong desire for something in his eyes moved him.

Sighing helplessly, he blew out a few smoke rings:

"You complete the commission too quickly, I don't have so many cases on hand."

Qin Nuo's eyes flashed a gloomy: "So there are none now?"

"Are you in a hurry to make money?"

"I guess so."

"I'll contact other colleagues to ask, maybe there will be a commission with high pay."

Tesla pretended to stand up: "Where do you live? I'll send someone to inform you if there is any news."

Written down the address previously given to the businessman, Qin Nuo left the night watchman's office.

...

Oak Street, one of the middle-class residences.

Qin Nuo did not return to the detective agency after leaving the office, but turned directly to arrive here.

Reason-

He has a debt to collect now.

Dingling dingling.

The wind chimes on the door are crisp and pleasant, echoing in the empty and quiet room.

"Welcome to Duncan Private Law Firm, how can I help you?"

The man behind the desk quickly put away a handful of shillings and welcomed Qin Nuo's arrival with a smile.

In the dim light, Qin Nuo approached the desk, and his outline was clearly reflected in the light coming through the glass.

He said nothing, and took out two things from his pocket and slapped them on the table.

A flintlock and a nameplate representing the temporary night watchman.

Retired exorcist Smith Duncan's eyes fell on Qin Nuo's hand, and his pupils contracted and he couldn't help shouting: "Oh, it's Mr. Night Watchman."

Along with pretending to be surprised, there was also vigilance.

He recognized that the flintlock on the table was the one he sold a few days ago.

He still remembers the scratches on the side of the grip clearly.

Moreover, the person who sold it was a detective.

Detective, night watchman.

Two identities that were not on good terms in name but had an ambiguous relationship in secret appeared at the same time.

The emotion called "uneasiness" immediately rose in Duncan's heart.

This night watchman would not be cheating to help him get back...

He shuddered, and suddenly realized something, and his vigilance reached its peak.

On his face, he showed the opposite friendliness and kindness: "I wonder what you are here for?

I think with your status, you don't need a lawyer, hahaha..."

Laughter came from the room, but only Duncan was laughing.

Qin Nuo stood upright like a black-faced god, his black eyes under the deerstalker hat were calm.

Duncan felt even more uneasy.

He had to say, like a gecko trying to survive by cutting off its tail, "Do you need to buy mercury bullets?

I have exactly 10 here, all for you.

I hope these bullets can help you shoot the hateful demons."

"What else?"

"What else?"

Duncan showed just the right amount of doubt.

His performance skills were no less than the best musical actor in Rochester.

"The difference in the price of the exorcist gun, I'm helping my friend get back the 857 shillings."

"He's lying, I only made 500 shillings!"

As soon as the words came out, Duncan's heart sank into the abyss.

He guessed it right.

What's even more painful is that he was stupid enough to admit it himself.

He was beaten by a young man who was obviously decades younger than him with tenHe used a crude way to trick the truth out of him.

It was all because of his greedy character.

The atmosphere was awkward.

Qin Nuo's silence put a lot of pressure on Duncan.

As a veteran, he was not afraid of the Night Watch.

Rochester was a man of rules, even the two official organizations, the Knights and the Night Watch, were no exception.

But the man in front of him was obviously related to the detective.

If it was true as the rumors said, it would be difficult to deal with.

The detective, who was already unscrupulous in his style of doing things, once had a huge Night Watch organization as a backer.

Wouldn't it be like adding wings to a tiger, even if his house was demolished in public...

Thinking of this, Duncan gritted his teeth.

The money can be returned, but the loss must be stopped.

He raised his head, his pupils fixed on Qin Nuo:

"Transactions are always about money and goods.

Since the detective is your friend, I can refund part of the difference.

But as a half-businessman, you should at least let me make some money..."

As the words came out of his mouth, Duncan's heart was bleeding.

A few seconds of silence.

Qin Nuo said calmly: "So I only want 857 shillings."

"You are blackmailing me!"

Duncan's eyes were full of bloodshot: "You know the price of the exorcist gun is 500 shillings, I only took 1,000 shillings from your friend, how could there be a price difference of 857 shillings!"

Qin Nuo was indifferent and explained the real situation:

"It is indeed 857 shillings, because my friend not only bought the exorcist gun, but also purchased 35 mercury bullets from you.

A mercury bullet is discounted by 9 shillings and 5 pence, and the price difference is 10 shillings and 5 pence, totaling 332 shillings and 5 pence.

The discount for the exorcist gun is 475 shillings, and the price difference is 525 shillings.

The total is 857 shillings and 5 pence, and I even asked for 5 pence less."

Duncan was speechless for a moment.

It turns out that the gun and the bullet were bought by the same group of people, no wonder the interval between them was so short.

His expression became awkward, and he finally compromised with a sigh.

"Okay... who told me to respect the night watchman.

Please wait a moment, I'm going upstairs to get the money now."

Duncan got up helplessly and left the chair.

Following Qin Nuo's gaze, he stepped onto the dusty wooden stairs and walked into the dim second floor.

The door opened and closed, and two footsteps entered.

"Why..."

"I don't think you will pay honestly."

Qin Nuo, who followed him upstairs silently, said faintly.