Game of Destiny: This player is different.

—and ignorance and indifference.

Qin Nuo tilted his head, looked at the homeless man who was kicked on the ground by the police, and said calmly, "Gather some information."

"What can be collected in this place."

Roman looked around.

It is not difficult to guess that this street is one of the residences of Rochester's upper class residents.

"In addition to businessmen, lawyers, doctors and other middle-class people living in this street, there is also a certain exorcist who has washed his hands in a golden basin.

The bar owner said it himself last night, have you forgotten? "

Qin Nuo shrugged and walked into the building in front of him.

Push open the door, and several benches are placed neatly on the spacious first floor for guests to rest.

Inside, a figure behind a large desk is reading a book.

The soles of the shoes move the floor, and the player walks forward.

"Guests, is there anything I can do for you?"

The slightly fat figure behind the desk put down the books and smiled.

"Are you a lawyer?"

Qin Nuo glanced at the book cover, rule of law (rule of law).

"If it's fake, this is my qualification certificate."

The other party pointed to the hanging glass frame and said: "If the two of you have a difficult case and need to entrust an agent, then you have come to the right place.

I, Smith Duncan, am not the best lawyer on Oak Street, but I am definitely the most trouble-free lawyer.

No matter how difficult a guy is, he will eventually be defeated by me. "

"The law doesn't work against strange demons."

"..."

The man named Smith Duncan's smile froze.

After a short silence, he said slowly, "Then you can go to the Night Watchman or the Knights. I'm a lawyer, not an exorcist."

"No, you're an exorcist, from the past."

Qin Nuo smiled, and said straight to the point: "We are also exorcists, the current ones.

I came here today to inquire about something. "

There was another silence.

Smith Duncan threw the legal books aside, and looked up and down the two with great interest.

When Qin Nuo and Roman's waists were empty, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "One point in advance, even if it is just an inquiry, there will be a fee."

"What price?"

"It depends."

"can."

Qin Nuo and Roman moved a bench, sat down facing each other, and started talking.

"The first question is how the knights and the night watchmen deal with the strange demons."

"Ha, are you really exorcists, and you don't even know this?"

Duncan showed a surprised expression: "Still, you have never been in contact with these two organizations."

"Basically, we always like to solve problems by ourselves and not bother others."

Qin Nuo replied casually: "Just tell what you know, and don't care about the rest."

Duncan didn't answer immediately, but picked up the pipe next to him and put it in his mouth.

After lighting the tobacco, he took a deep breath before saying quietly, "50 shillings."

"Three shillings."

"Twenty shillings?

Sir, the best housewife in Rochester is not as ruthless as you.

40 shillings minimum. "

"At 25 shillings, the average daily salary in Rochester is only 10 shillings.

It’s a good deal to earn the wages of factory workers for two days’ hard work by just talking about it.”

Qin Nuo responded indifferently.

"make a deal."

Duncan took a puff of cigarette, shook his head, and said while recalling: "Where do I start, let's talk about the night watchman.

Like the two, they specialize in dealing with abnormal events caused by strange demons.

The only difference is that they have an official background, although their status is not as good as that of the Knights.

If the two are famous, they will try to recruit them.

After all, both the Night Watchman and the Knights are short of manpower.

And the way they deal with strange demons..."

Duncan took out an item from the desk drawer, slapped it on the table, and pushed it in front of the two players.

A silver-plated flintlock.

Qin Nuo stretched out his hand, intending to take it, but a palm pressed against it before he touched it.

Duncan covered the flintlock gun with his palm, and a sly look flashed in his eyes: "I can only look at it but not touch it. If I touch it, I have to buy it."

"how much is it?"

"Three shillings."

"1500 for a broken gun?"

Qin Nuo frowned, pretending to be disgusted.

"Broken gun?!

I now have [-]% doubts about your identity as an exorcist. "

Duncan raised his voice: "Wooden gun handle, silver-plated gun body, a mercury bullet can kill a strange demon.

Whether it is a night watchman or a folk exorcist, they will carry one with them. "

He picked up the flintlock gun: "Look at the carved patterns on it, not only can enhance the user's perception of strange monsters, but also cause damage to the strange monsters directly.

No matter what the situation, it handles it with ease. "

"But it can only load one shot at a time, who can guarantee that one shot can kill the strange demon?

In case when you are reloading, the strange monster rushes over.

With such a short weapon, I don't think it can gain the upper hand in a hand-to-hand fight with strange demons. "

Qin Nuo was a little interested in this gun.

He could feel the extraordinary elements contained in it.

Even if it is not suitable as a weapon, it can also be used to refine magic weapons.

If only the price wasn't so expensive.

Duncan snorted, put away the percussion gun, bent down and rummaged in the drawer for a while.

Snapped--

A new gun was photographed on the desk.

"The revolving trumpet gun increases the amount of ammunition filled and the caliber of the muzzle, and can knock down three to four strange monsters with one shot.

The premise is that the body shape of the strange monster is similar to that of a normal human being. "

Roman looked at the gun, which was about the length of his forearm, and asked, "How much?"

"2300 shillings, plus 5 mercury bullets."

2300 shillings, almost a fraction of all the money in the pockets of the two players.

A little expensive.

Chapter 349 After dark (31), what do you buy without money?

Percussion flintlock, 1500 shillings.

Revolver trumpet gun, 2300 shillings.

Either way, it's expensive.

And the lethality doesn't seem to be that effective.

At least for players with extraordinary abilities, it is not very attractive.

But Qin Nuo didn't care, because what he liked was the fact that "guns have extraordinary elements".

With extraordinary elements, it is an extraordinary item, which can be used as refining materials.

"There are not many human skin fragments left. It is obviously not enough to continue to improve the divine machine to unlock the next two abilities."

Qin Nuo remained calm on the surface, as if he was looking at the trumpet gun that Duncan held under his palm.

In fact, his mind turned sharply, thinking about his own affairs.

Now he has to keep refining the magic weapon in order to continue to improve the divine machine.

Refining a magic weapon means investing extraordinary materials.

As for directly smashing game coins?

Non-essential situations are completely ignored.

If it was the real world, Qin Nuo estimated that there are only two ways to go to collect the goods in the treasure pavilion and go out to collect by chance.

Efficiency is not slow.

But the gun in front of him, which can cause damage to strange demons, gave him hope of rapid improvement.

Nothing else but sufficient shillings.

And the shilling is just the common currency in this scenario world.

All in all, it's a very good deal.

Thinking of this, Qin Nuo's eyes flashed brightly.

Leaning slightly, leaning his elbows on the table: "What are these guns called?"

"Exorcism gun."

"Common names, as good as they can be."

"So you two want to buy it?"

Retired exorcist Duncan grinned, and his two rows of golden teeth gleamed in the light: "A few thousand shillings will buy you a safety guarantee, and you will also get a discount of 5 mercury bullets.

You know, a mercury bullet costs 20 shillings.

It is equivalent to getting a discount of 100 shillings for nothing. "

"Yes, Not Bad."

Qin Nuo nodded in agreement.

"So, do you want a flintlock or a trumpet?"

"Not at all."

"Ok?"

Duncan's smile froze, and he repeated subconsciously: "Not even a handful?"