Tang Sen’s attention was immediately attracted by the “complete human-faced rose”.

This is the last ingredient needed for his clown formula.

He winked at Mr. Reid.

Mr. Reid was looking at Mr. A intently, maintaining a strong posture. He was blocked by the mask and hood and could not receive Tang Sen's eyes at all.

Tang Sen could only poke his lower back and whispered:

"Look at the blackboard!"

"There's something wrong with Mr. A." Mr. Reid turned slightly sideways and said, "I feel a very evil aura, as if my whole flesh and blood are about to be swallowed up."

Tang Sen: "."

Is this looking at each other so angry that the other party even exudes the instinctive aura of a shepherd?

"Don't worry, we are here to buy things."

Tang Sen reminded: "There is no need to conflict with Mr. A for the time being."

Mr. Reid noticed that Tang Sen used the word "temporarily", so he nodded, and the three of them found a sofa and sat down.

"I saw a lot of evil people."

A voice came from the consciousness: "Especially the one sitting in the back, I noticed many abnormalities in his posture in details. This is a madman, a madman who has no regard for life."

"I'm really curious what their expressions would be like if I could appear in front of them."

"." Tang Sen wanted to rub his eyebrows out of habit, but his fingers were blocked by the cold mask.

Damn it, since taking the audience potion, Smaug seems to have become even more talkative and a bit evil.

It is fascinated by the feeling of guessing everything it sees.

"That person will be your prey." Tang Sen said in his mind.

"Prey? He doesn't deserve it." Smaug let out a familiar arrogant roar: "I can crush him with one finger."

"I'm afraid it's not that easy."

The most difficult thing about a shepherd is that you never know what abilities he has.

Of course, Tang Sen did not say this sentence, otherwise he would definitely have to face a longer series of chatter from Smaug.

A waiter came over and whispered to the four of them: "You can write your needs on paper to me, or you can go to the small room during the rest period and write the items you want to sell on the blackboard.

."

Mr. Reid took the pen and paper and quickly wrote a few words on it.

The waiter took the note and his expression changed when he saw the words on it.

He subconsciously looked at Mr. Reid, with a strange and complicated expression on his face. After hesitating for a moment, he lowered his head again and said, "Guest, I'm afraid this is unprecedented."

"I'm here, it's a precedent." Mr. Reid leaned on the sofa in a comfortable posture, without even looking at the waiter, and his tone was casual and domineering.

"." The waiter was startled for a moment and then saluted: "I will inform Mr. A of your needs."

Then, he left in a hurry.

"Mr. Reid, what are you writing about?" Forsi couldn't help but be curious, came over and asked in a low voice.

"It's not a big deal, what I wrote is-" Mr. Reid said a few words with a smile in his tone:

"I want it all."

Forsi: "."

What kind of operation is this? Mr. Reid is going to directly collect all the materials and formulas at the rally?

How many gold pounds will this cost?

No. For Mr. Reid, the gold pound is indeed not a problem, but but!

This doesn’t seem good, does it?

Forsi finally understood why the waiter had such an expression. Among the many extraordinary gatherings that Forsi had attended, there was indeed no precedent for this kind of thing.

Too high-profile.

"Our association has just started. These materials and formulas are exactly what we need." Mr. Reid said matter-of-factly: "Moreover, they are very cheap. Now that I have encountered them, why should I let them go?"

"But. This is very likely to be coveted by others." Tang Sen said in a worried tone, "Besides, this is equivalent to ruining Mr. A's situation. I'm afraid he won't be too happy."

Mr. Reid laughed and said lightly: "I don't care."

The waiter quickly came over in a hurry. He bent down and whispered: "Mr. A, please go to the lounge to talk."

"What? The people who organized the rally don't want me to buy things here?" Mr. Reid laughed and stood up slowly. Tang Sen and Forsi quickly followed.

"Mr. A said that guests should go alone," the waiter said quickly.

"I refuse."

Mr. Reid ignored him at all and led the two of them straight towards the lounge.

Opening the door, Mr. A, who was wearing a black robe, was sitting on the sofa facing the door. He did not speak, but the three of them could feel that the eyes under the mask of the other person were staring at Mr. Reed.<

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Mr. Reid glanced at Tang Sen slightly, then walked over calmly and sat on the sofa opposite Mr. A.

Tang Sen and Forsi stood at the back, one on the left and one on the right.

The waiter saluted and closed the door.

The air suddenly became quiet, and neither party spoke for the first time. Mr. A was as motionless as a sculpture, while Mr. Reid looked around with interest, and even raised his feet to put his pair of exquisite leather boots on the coffee table.

Up.

Finally, a chuckle broke the silence.

Mr. A relaxed his posture and said: "You want them all?"

"I want them all."

"This place only supports cash transactions and barter. Have you brought so much money?" Mr. A leaned forward slightly.

Tang Sen heard a voice coming from his consciousness: "His malicious intentions are full. I guess he is considering whether to take action directly."

"Hey, let me out quickly, I have to give him a surprise."

Tang Sen ignored him. The Aurora Society was indeed full of lunatics, and Mr. A was the best among them. He had no doubt that Mr. A was capable of killing people and stealing goods, let alone after being provoked.

But Mr. Reid obviously did not disappoint Townsend. He leaned back slightly, raised his chin, and said: "I only brought a few thousand gold pounds of small money, which is a drop in the bucket of my wealth."

"Really?" Mr. A laughed maliciously, and his cold eyes kept scanning Mr. Reid's body: "I'm just confirming. After all, it is difficult for such a high-profile behavior not to be noticed by someone with intentions."

"I thought that as the organizer of the rally, you would be responsible for the safety of the guests." Mr. Reid mocked: "But thanks for reminding me, it seems I need a bodyguard."

He paused and said with a smile: "I wonder if Mr. A will accept this business?"

"Oh?" Everyone present could hear Mr. A's surprise.

This shock comes from the fact that anyone with a normal mind can feel his malice. In fact, he is the biggest threat to the other party, but the other party wants to hire him?

Is your brain sick, or do you have someone to rely on?

Mr. A's eyes fell on Fors, and he recognized him as a regular at the party.

"It seems that I have something to rely on." Mr. A's eyes hidden under the mask narrowed.

It can’t be someone from the church who is spending so generously. He should be a member of a big family?

This is also consistent with the domineering and arrogant attitude of the other party.

"Stupid and ignorant." Mr. A made this evaluation.

In the bright world, status and wealth can indeed make people jealous, but this is the dark place of Backlund. Standing in front of him is the ambassador who just assassinated Intis last night, and did so openly

Mr. A admitted that it was the Aurora Club.

However, Mr. A was not in a hurry to attack. He said with great interest: "As long as the price is right, of course I will accept the employment."

Why don’t you want the free money?

He said meaningfully:

"However, I am very expensive. I am afraid that after you pay for the materials and formulas, the cash on you is not enough to pay me."

Mr. Reid seemed not to feel the malice in his words and said: "I have plenty of money, let's make a price."

"For one thousand gold pounds, I will deliver you and the things you purchased safely to the place you designated." Mr. A laughed lowly: "This is a very fair price. After all, normally I will only be responsible.

Safety of guests at gatherings.”

"It's a good deal." Mr. Reid dignifiedly took out a bunch of banknotes from his pocket. They were brand-new, 10-gold-pound banknotes. There were one hundred banknotes, a stack as thick as two fingers.

He did not hesitate to throw the banknotes on the coffee table in front of him, just like a few pennies tip.

"Then I'll leave this matter to you." He said, "I live in Queens, at 35 Green Avenue."

Then, everyone heard Forsi let out a low exclamation.

Because what Mr. Reid reported was the real address.

Half a month is certainly enough for Mr. Reid to find a decent house and move.

"Hey." Mr. A glanced at the gold pound on the table and laughed with unknown meaning: "I like your generosity, and I will definitely deliver it in person."

Forsi twisted her body uncomfortably, which was the instinctive reaction of people under malicious intent. She was almost certain that Mr. A would definitely go, but the purpose must not be just to deliver things.

But Mr. Reid didn't seem to feel it and said with a smile: "So, can I start purchasing materials now?"

"Of course." Mr. A spread his hands.

Mr. Reid stood up, paused, and suddenly asked, as if thinking of something, "By the way, will you accept other commissions?"

"I said, as long as the price is right."

Mr. A is obviously in a good mood.

"Price is not an issue." Mr. Reid took out a newspaper and placed it on the coffee table.

"I hope you can help me kill someone."

"Backlund Post".

Mr. A laughed again because he saw the headline of the newspaper was about the assassination of Ambassador Intis, which was his own handiwork.

After this incident, more people will surely know about the Aurora Society and respect its voice, right?

"The crease position of the seventh and eighth editions."

Mr. Reed reminded: "The information you need is there."

"The person I want to kill is a detective, his name is——"

"Sherlock Moriarty."
Chapter completed!