Chapter 16 Decent people, bah!
As expected, there were two dogs in the two cages, one was black and white, similar to the Husky on Earth, and the other was pitch black, with shiny fur, strong and ferocious.

"Do you want to place a bet? Doug lost a while ago, but he's been on a winning streak recently!" A short man wearing a brown soft hat came over and pointed at the black dog.

I know it very well, Old Blue complained in his heart. The only time Black Dog lost was the day I cooked Klein to come to the tavern, which was June 1349, 6, a Saturday. Now it is August 29, Monday, just over a month ago.

"Don't bet, buy the dog, that one," Old Blue pointed at the Husky and stated his purpose clearly and concisely.

"This... Although we are called the Hound Tavern, we do not sell to the public... and these are not qualified hounds. They are eliminated from the real hound market. If you want to buy an excellent and qualified hound, I suggest you go..." the man explained with a respectful attitude.

"Are you the boss here?" Old Blue tapped the ground with his cane and extended his hand to the Husky. The Husky was stunned for a moment, then ran over excitedly, wagging its tail, but one third of the cage was buried in the ground, and it couldn't reach Old Blue's hand.

——The dog-catching-rat game had not yet started, and the chains had not yet been tied around their necks.

"I'm not, but..." The man wanted to explain, but was interrupted by a vague voice behind the bar: "What do you want this dog for?"

I saw a drunk old man standing up, holding the bar, rubbing his eyes, "I'm Wright, the boss here."

Old Blue stood up and walked towards Wright. After making sure that their voices would not be heard by the surrounding drinkers, he said:

"I heard that it was lucky enough to win a game by chance after a series of losses. The Special Operations Department's Sixth Team needs people like this...dog material."

"Team Six..." Wright's eyes were full of confusion. The Special Operations Department of the National Police Agency has a total of seven teams. The seventh team is the official organization of the "Night Watchers", the sixth team is the "Made-in-China Punishers", and the fifth team is the "Mechanical Heart". The first four teams are normal police officers responsible for security, and only the last three teams are responsible for supernatural events in various cities in the county.

Wright is a peripheral member of the Nighthawks, and he should belong to the seventh group of the Special Operations Department... The Mandated Punisher of the sixth group came to me to ask for a dog? Is there something I don't know?

"Well, it's not impossible," Wright decided to release the dog. After all, although the Punishers and the Nighthawks were in competition, they were all official Beyonders and cooperated with each other. Moreover, the dog was just an ordinary creature. After sending it away, another one could be replaced immediately.

"The cost when I bought it was 4 pounds. The food cost and the cost of care during this period..."

Old Blue instantly recalled the foxhound that Audrey's family bought in bulk. "A well-trained hound costs between 450 and 700 pounds."

Miss Susie was a gift from the Hall family when they bought a hound, but she had to cost at least 450 pounds... Just this price shattered the dignity and respect of Klein's landlord in Backlund as a middle-class person...

Very good, the price of Erha is only one percent of others, not bad, just at this price, it is worth it.

Old Blue took out a five-pound note, put it on the bar, and interrupted Wright's offer:
"That's all. Well, don't forget to give me 10 soli."

——1镑换20苏勒，1苏勒换12便士，1便士相当于人民币3、4块钱。

Wright took the 5-pound note and took a deep look at Old Blue. The old man had white hair and beard, deep wrinkles, and a strong and tough body. The materials of his watch chain, formal clothes, felt hat, and cane all showed that he was a respectable man, but what he did was so disgraceful...

Wright saw that Old Blue was still standing there, with no intention of leaving, as if he would not leave unless he got the change of 10 soli...

He saw that Old Bruce looked normal, not caring about the looks around him...

Now Wright believed that this person was definitely an old substitute punisher, definitely a grassroots staff member who had worked at the bottom for many years...

Humph, I’m not a vegetarian either!

Wright picked up the five-pound note and held it up to the dim light, carefully trying to determine whether it was real or fake… He also decided to report the Mandated Punisher's involvement in the Night Watch's management area, and let Dunn Smith teach the old man a lesson!
……

Old Blue walked out of the Hound Bar with Erha, and before leaving, he and Wright exchanged a friendly remark: Bah! Decent person!

The Husky seemed very excited. Although it could go out for a walk every day, it had a premonition that it would not have to go back to the iron cage this time - although playing with mice was fun, it was a bit boring to play with them every day.

It wanted to lick Old Blue's hand holding the chain, but another hand held its head down, and a voice came:

"Before you clean your whole body, don't lick or bite anything. Don't you know what you bit before..."

The Husky didn't understand what was said, but the action of being stopped made it understand that it shouldn't lick.

"Awww~"

Old Blue, leading his dog, stopped a horse-drawn carriage, which was similar to a taxi in that one could specify a destination and pay by the time.

——This time, he was embarrassed to take the public carriage with the uncleaned dog, as it would cause trouble to others.

After paying 1 soli, Old Blue returned to 11 Daffodil Street in the West End.

Snap! The silver pocket watch showed the time was 2:10 in the afternoon.

"I wonder if Klein is back. Did he succeed in getting promoted?" Old Blue was always thinking about me, so he started to clean Erha...

……

Klein felt miserable, but couldn't express it.

At 1 p.m., he met with Dust and wanted to exchange the mind-reading formula with the latter by using the low-end role-playing method. Then he thought that as a true church with a history of nearly years, the Church of the Goddess of Evernight could not fail to understand the role-playing method, but the senior staff had been hiding the method of digesting the potion. What was the reason?
Was it appropriate for me to lay the groundwork in front of Dunn those times?
In the eyes of the senior executives who understood the art of acting, his act of digesting the fortune teller's potion in just one month was too obvious!
If you don’t need to get potions from the church now, you can continue to lay the foundation with the captain and pass on some experience to your teammates.

I will make a choice after I figure out the attitude of the church or the clown potion is digested...

After bidding farewell to Dust, Klein realized a greater crisis...

The channel controlled by the Antigonus family is the fortune teller, and it was the Church of the Evernight Goddess that destroyed this family... So the spoils obtained by the church must not be just the formula for the Sequence 9 potion...

You know, the Aurora member of Sequence 9 obtained three potion formulas after reading the Antigonus family notes! One of them was the Joker!
According to what Old Blue said about the indestructibility and conservation of Beyonder characteristics... the church has at least obtained a large number of Beyonder characteristics! And these Beyonder characteristics... can be used as the main ingredients of potions, the main ingredients of potions for fortune-tellers!
This... The Church of the Evernight Goddess doesn't want anyone to go very far in the Path of Fortune Teller? Why? They even concealed the names of Sequence 8 and Sequence 7 potions... It shows that they don't want people to choose this path!

call!
After thinking this through, Klein felt that he might be in the crater of a volcano, and that there might be terrible secrets hidden inside. He couldn't help but feel fortunate:

"Luckily, I got the main ingredients of the Clown Potion from Old Blue. He also promised to have the potion formula for subsequent magicians... Now, as long as I hide the fact that I have fully comprehended the acting method and digested the potion in just one month, I can avoid further strict investigation by the church... And the Clown Potion! It's above the gray fog!"

Klein suddenly felt itchy. After maintaining the revolver he got from Welch, he took the trackless public carriage back to No. 2 Daffodil Street and got promoted!

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