I, the leader of the secret sect, will do great things in the infinite world!

Confused, Li Lin watched the two of them go out. Then Master Li, who was bored, stood up and came to Vertin's suitcase, stretched out his fingers and tapped it.

dong dong——

Gada.

What responded to Li Lin was the sound of a crisp lock, and then the box opened a gap, and an apple wearing a bow tie and tie flew out of it.

"Wow, it seems that Miss Vertin brought us to a...Miss Vertin?"

The apple floats unsteadily in the air, and its appearance is exactly the same as that of an ordinary apple. The problem is that it has neither hands nor head, let alone an obvious vocal organ, so it can actually speak standard Cockney English.

【Mr. Apple】

【Phase: cup, lamp】

[Stage: Second Mark]

【There are few such sweet fruits in the world.From the crimson sap, we glimpse a few words about eternal life and truth.Times were always brighter. 】

Apple swayed around in a circle and had to admit the fact that he was left here: "Well, it seems that something is wrong with our Miss Wilding, so this handsome and gentle gentleman, can you please tell someone at Apple that here Where is it?"

The magnetic Cockney English passed through Li Lin's cochlea and directly hit the deep part of Li Lin's unique diseased brain.

Handsome...gentle?

The eyes of the dead fish quickly turned black, and the original carefree look disappeared.

Li Lin showed a deep smile: "This is Rostock, a coastal city in Germany."

"I see, thank you very much, handsome gentleman." Apple shook, as if to express his gratitude.

Handsome gentleman!

Li Lin sat on the sofa, smiling and nodding slightly.

Apple's praise made Li Lin feel like the sage's time after flushing his hands a hundred times, extremely comfortable and relaxed.

"Sir, you seem to be in a good mood. Can you tell someone at Apple your name?"

"Forget-me-not." Li Lin pushed up the non-existent black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and said a certain name casually.

By the way, who is this person...?

After thanking Li Lin repeatedly, Apple got back into the suitcase again, and as the lost "beautiful boy" sound went away, Li Lin's dead fish eyes gradually began to spread, and the awe-inspiring deep Temperament no longer exists.

Li Lin, who was gradually becoming salty fish, gradually became limp. Just before he was about to completely melt into the sofa, he widened his eyes as if remembering something.

Apple... doesn't seem to be impossible...

......

"So you have a mother?"

Wilding really wanted to ask why everyone had to say such a sentence, but she held back, after all, she brought up the topic herself.

"The children adopted by the foundation are all the orphans of mystics and supernatural beings."

One sentence has already expressed her attitude.

Since all the children adopted by the foundation are orphans, why is she so obsessed with finding her mother?And aside from these things, didn't the foundation exert influence on those young children in the process of education?

More importantly, Vertin has previously mentioned that the foundation is merely "selecting."

They do not show love to those children equally, they are just looking for them like selecting seeds, and conduct a large number of human experiments on those children.

The unselected children are abandoned in mental hospitals, correctional management buildings, abandoned orphanages, and on deserted streets.

Just as the civilized world rejects truths that are far ahead of its time.

Limited by her own identity, she could not directly accuse the Foundation, but the seeds of dissatisfaction and pursuit of freedom had been planted in her childhood.

"In that case, did you lend a helping hand to those children, sir?" said the exile.

"I'm afraid all I can give is mercy." Si Chen from the foundation replied, "but I am still willing to do everything within my power."

They walked along the quay of the Valno River. The stone carvings of the quay have been standing here since the [-]th century. The endless stream of coal was dragged by barges from the mouth of the river into the huge factory and turned into a chimney. The black smoke surged toward the sky, and the distant sun magnificently projected its own blood-colored afterglow on the rippling water of the river port.

"Why don't you go?"

Wilding stopped and looked at the exiles who stopped by the roadside.

The exile stared at the transparent window of a shop on the street, frowning slightly.

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Wilding asked again.

Exile: "Look at that gun."

"Gun?" Wilding followed her gaze and saw a rifle with an unimaginable length in the transparent window.

This rifle looked quite old, except that the barrel was smeared with a strange grease, giving it a strange dark green color.

On the wooden gun stock, there is a somewhat weird and distorted emblem engraved, which looks like a knotted ball of hair, or a strange creature with five wings glued together.

They pushed the door and entered, and the bronze wind chime at the door made a crisp knocking sound.

On the ceiling of this antique store hangs the skeleton of a whale, which looks like a minke whale, and the narrow walls on both sides are covered with dusty oil paintings, but these paintings are of no value. Voodoo dolls, and the bookcases against the wall are full of manuscripts that don't know the true or false age.

The proprietor, wearing a pince-nez, was sitting in a rocking chair by the edge of the fireplace, engrossed in his newspaper.

The exile stood on tiptoe and picked up a few manuscripts from the bookcase, and then motioned to Vertin to pick up a few things as well.

They picked and picked, and selected some rune stones engraved with Ogham characters, and stacked them scatteredly on the counter, motioning for the boss to come and pay the bill.

The boss, who had already noticed their movements, hurriedly put down the newspaper in his hand and diligently came over to count the prices of the items they purchased.

After the antique shop owner reported a price, the exile raised his eyes and said, "I bought so many things, there should be some gifts, right?"

Both the exiles and Vertin know the actual price of these things. Except for the rune stones engraved with Ogham characters, none of them are genuine, and even the rune stones are leftovers from the Nordic shaman sacrifices. In history, It may have some value in research, but it has no value at all as a rare object.

The boss hesitated: "Okay, so what do you want?"

"If I need a weapon...just a weapon for collection," the Exile said, "do you have any recommendations?"

The pince-nezum fell off the boss's face, but he didn't have time to put it back on.

"If you need weapons in the sense of collection - it's not that our store doesn't have them, but it's more than the value of the gifts, you may need to add some gold pounds."

"It's not difficult."

After receiving a positive answer, the boss's attitude became obviously more attentive. He took out many things wrapped in tung oil cloth from the attic.

"Look at these, ladies." After some sorting, the boss took out a few items and unwrapped the tung oil cloth wrapped around them.

"The king of Poland once cast a sword to fight against the invaders. Its destiny was to serve as the king's sword. Some people say that this sword still exists in Krakow..."

"So this is the sword?"

"Of course not, it's just an imitation." The boss laughed unduly, "The king's sword in Poland is just a legend, but the imitation wielding the legendary sword is also very good."

The imitation of the Polish king's sword was put aside by the boss, and he put a shield inlaid with wooden materials on the table.

"Boudicca, known as the Queen of Victory by the barbarians, once rebelled against the Roman army because of humiliation. Legend has it that she found King Arthur's scabbard and sewed a fragment of it into her shield. When she waved the shield, all All the Roman troops fled."

"But King Arthur's epic is just a story compiled by bards in the Middle Ages, but Queen Boudica did exist." Wilding added on the sidelines.

"Maybe." The boss shrugged and took out the last thing and put it away.

Those were three somewhat odd-shaped bullets.

"Honestly I don't want to use them as weapons because it's not easy to make up a plausible story. But swear to God, what I'm going to say next is not false."

"I got this from a Maasai tribe in Africa. I was still very young at the time. After witnessing a sacrificial ceremony by a Maasai shaman, they cut off the front legs of the lion and gave it to me."

The boss pointed to the three dull-colored bullets, "This is what I found in the lion's front leg."

"But Maasai people shouldn't use guns and bullets." The exile reached out and picked up a bullet, and the cold metal touch made her tremble as if she was being electrocuted.

The Maasai people are a nomadic people in East Africa. They are distributed on the grasslands of Kenya and Tanzania. They use their own language, have an extremely serious tribal management system, and firmly believe in animism.

But what makes them most famous in the civilized world is their two national customs.

The first custom is to suck the blood of fresh cows. Every big family raises dozens or even hundreds of cows, which are specially used for bloodletting and drinking. The Maasai people firmly believe that drinking cow blood can give them some kind of "spirit".

The second custom is that every Maasai will hunt and kill a lion when he is an adult, either with a lasso, with his bare hands, or with venom blowing arrows...but never with guns and ammunition .

"It's like prehistoric humans used the iron in these meteorites to make bullets and drove them into lions."

These bullets are nickel-iron, in other words, they were once stars in the sky.

"I like these meteorite bullets very much," the exile said frankly, "but I still lack a gun."

"If you are willing to buy these bullets... I have a very matching rifle here. It came from the battlefield of the Somme hell and was captured from the hands of French mercenaries."

The French mercenary group came from the crown prince's fiefdom in Ethiopia. If the story told by the boss is true, then this gun and these three bullets will be a perfect match.

"If you buy bullets, I will give you this old rifle for free."

The boss said cheerfully that he had a premonition that he would make a big business, which would be enough to clear out the backlog of fake antiques.

The exile didn't lower the price any more, she paid the money without hesitation, and the boss helped her remove the long gun from the cupboard and wrapped it in tung oiled cloth.

"I don't know much about the stories of those tribal people in Africa. At that time, I was only employed by Professor William of the University of Rostock... If you are interested, you can go to the University of Rostock to listen."

The exile thanked the boss and left with Vertin. After leaving for a while, they stopped at the intersection and waited for the convoy to pass by.

"Those bullets were matched with the gun. Although it was not necessarily the gun that fired those bullets, they did have the same source."

The exile stretched out his hand to press his hair, and there was a proud emotion in his red pupils: "The owner of the antique shop didn't know about this, otherwise what he asked for shouldn't be gold pounds, it should be Spintree." Yagu coins.”

This kind of ancient coin that is popular in the mysterious world is the general equivalent when buying and selling legendary items.

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"These bullets are meteorite bullets. They were used in muskets in the past. Their traces can be seen everywhere from Sicily to the New World. It is also known as the Monster Killer."

In the past, the Liquidator thugs used similar nickel-iron bullets to penetrate the invisible skills of the apprentices and send them into the minds of the apprentices.

With the cooperation of silence, the liquidators can even seriously injure the monsters wandering in the wilderness with one shot.

More important than these meteorite bullets is this rifle.

This rifle is indeed an antique, but what makes it special is the sacred emblem on the stock. In the liquidator organization, this hairball-shaped creature that looks like tentacles entangles itself represents the envoy who serves all the masters of the sword. The one - multi-winged forest owl.

Where warriors fell, owls gather to commemorate their sacrifices, and where heroes die, owls take their souls and lead them to the stewards.

"Valkyrie?" Wilding said.

"The true form of Valkyrie in Norse mythology is indeed them."

So what inspired this lion hunter rifle was actually the power of the multi-winged owl, which not only had sufficient destructive power, but also had an unbelievable recovery speed, allowing it to fire the next shot in a very short time.

"It's a pity there are only three bullets."

The exile shook his head: "Three bullets are enough. This kind of rifle can only fire five times at most, and this rifle only has three firing opportunities left."

It can be used as a trump card at critical moments.

They lingered in the antique shop for a while, the sun in the distance had completely disappeared under the horizon, lights were lit on both sides of the river port, the sound of pipe organs and violins came from a distance, and the bells on the Rostock Cathedral and the university tower were ringing at the same time. sounded.

"What should we do next?" Wilding handed over the initiative to the exile.

"Advertise." The exile's answer was also quite unexpected.

"What ad?"

The exile replied: "The private clinic of the Eastern Divine Doctor. I sent a letter to Dr. Yannings in advance, and he has prepared a medical certificate for me."

"Why do you do this?" Vertin calmly recounted his opinion, "I am being pursued by the hands of reshaping, and you are also evading the pursuit of the liquidator... The fame of a miracle doctor is like The sound of drums beating in the middle of the night.”

"Because of money. We need money, and as a doctor it is always better to integrate into the local area." The exile said, "You should not understand this feeling, Mr. Government."

"As for the possibility of them finding out by following the clues, there is no possibility, because I will let Abraham come forward to act as this oriental miracle doctor."

Vertin felt that he had vaguely grasped an important point: "So you want to..."

"Yes, my treatment never relies on medical skills anyway." The exile said confidently.

No matter how difficult or complicated the disease is, it can be easily solved by spending a year.

The only problem now is to stop Li Lin from being so crazy. At least from the outside, he looks like a majestic oriental doctor. It is best to match it with yellow paper, a mahogany sword and spices. Anyway, he can do it anyway.

But as we all know, the difficulty of getting Li Lin to sit in a chair obediently is no less than saving Constantinople that was about to fall on May 1453, 5.