Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

After receiving Zhou Ning's affirmative answer, Smith breathed a sigh of relief and nodded slightly:

"It's a wise choice. You won't regret it."

Zhou Ning touched his hungry stomach and asked directly:

"So what price can you offer?"

"Standard long gun 22 Vectra, standard pistol 18 Vectra, devil fruit 1500 Vectra." Smith started from the price the other party sold to the chosen ones, and put forward conditions that he thought the other party could not refuse.

The price is very good... As for why the other party knows the price of things so well, he actually noticed during the day that many unfamiliar extraordinary professionals were staring at him. They should be the other party's people.

Zhou Ning nodded and extended his hand to Smith Hall:

"Deal. I'm also confident that I won't regret this decision."

Smith couldn't help but reveal an obvious smile. He shook hands with Zhou Ning, then pulled out a contract from the ring on his hand and signed his name in two strokes. Unlike the contract signings he had seen before, when Smith Hall put pen to paper, a brilliant golden light lit up, even brighter than the chandelier above his head. Zhou Ning even felt an inexplicable sense of sacredness, as if the God of War had come in person.

After Smith signed, he put it on the table and pushed it to Zhou Ning:

"Take a look. If there are no problems, it's finalized."

Zhou Ning took the contract first and read the terms carefully.

Nathaniel was truly a city of law; every rule was impeccable and rigorous. He only needed to provide a certain amount of firearms and devil fruits every two weeks, and there wasn't even a set number.

The time limit is one year, and the contract is renewed every year.

He nodded imperceptibly and signed his name.

Afterwards, Zhou Ning felt an invisible restraint descending upon his body.

Smith took the contract again, took out a stack of cash from his ring, and handed it to Zhou Ning, saying:

"This is the deposit. I will send people to Carnaby Street regularly to complete the transaction. There is no need to rush the first batch of goods. They can be delivered within half a month."

"Then I wish us a pleasant cooperation!"

Zhou Ning weighed the banknote, felt its thickness, and smiled.

"Pleasant to work with."

……

at the same time.

Nathaniel's 13th Ward, Joyce Street.

In front of an ordinary house, historian Rick Green, who had just met Zhou Ning in the afternoon, stood at the door with excitement and nervousness and rang the doorbell.

Living there is his employer who sponsored this archaeological activity, Anne Robbins, a mature and charming aristocratic woman.

Although the other party didn't talk much during their several meetings, his conversation and manners were very elegant, and his knowledge of history was even more proficient than his, which fascinated him.

A moment later, the door opened and a handsome man glanced at him with a sense of superiority, brushed past his shoulder and walked out, causing him to stagger and almost fall.

This... no!

At that moment, Rick Green felt like the whole world was snowing, and it was so cold that he couldn't love for another day. But before he could get jealous, he saw Anne in a yellow dress looking at him expressionlessly, and he immediately forgot the pain he had just felt.

Afterwards, he followed Annie into the room and eagerly reported today's progress:

"Ms. Robbins, I've recruited six adventurers today. Perhaps it won't be long before we can assemble an expedition team and set off to Hood Island to explore the weather tides."

As he spoke, he looked at Anne's expression and found that she seemed a little indifferent. He just asked, "Did you reveal my identity?"

"No, I concealed the identity of my employer as you requested. And today I met a big shot in the Adventurer's Organization. He seems to be somewhat interested in Hood Island. Having him around will greatly increase our chances of success. But I think we need to increase our budget a bit to attract him."

"Who is it?" Anne Robbins raised her head and asked curiously.

"Wayne Stewell."

Rick Green noticed that Anne Robbins' face quickly showed a hint of surprise and...fear?

"I'll consider increasing the budget. As for inviting Wayne Stewell, there's no need to force him. He may not be suitable for us. What we need more is an adventurer with a higher degree of expertise in history."

After sending Rick Green away, Anne Robbins, also known as Josie West, quickly lost her composure.

She couldn't remember what had happened just now, including that man!

Since suffering many setbacks at Wayne Stewell's hands, Leoncavallo's Opera in Four Acts seemed to have been turned on, and it would go out of control from time to time.

Forcing myself to put it in Jue Mo's box.

But recently, Jue Mo's box could no longer control him. More and more bizarre passages would appear on it, making him feel both bored and infinitely terrified.

The book manipulated her to do one outrageous thing after another after she fell asleep, and she could only understand what she had done by looking through the previous paragraphs.

This included dressing up and going out while she was asleep to meet some upper-class people. Even this expedition team was formed after she fell asleep... Sometimes she couldn't tell whether the ultimate purpose of this little broken book was to cooperate with her to resurrect the god of death, or was purely to satisfy its own evil taste.

Josie West hesitated for a moment, then pulled out a box from a drawer. She took out a key and opened the box. She took out the book and flipped to the previous page, which was densely written:

"Rick Green abandoned his original itinerary due to a sudden downpour and chose to go to the nearest adventurer organization to recruit. There, he met Wayne Stewell, who had just arrived, and extended an invitation to him."

"But Wayne Stewell is a very pragmatic (crossed out, changed to greedy) man. This mere reward of 200 Victars would only make Wayne Stewell sneer and give up. But he doesn't know what he's missing out on: a chance to face the gods and obtain treasure. But it doesn't matter, this is just the beginning. Fate will naturally lead him there after we go deep inside and obtain the complete Book of Gleipnir."

"In addition, Josie West would find a man to be her bed partner out of loneliness. There is nothing she can do about it. This man is a member of the House of Representatives of the Kingdom of Sifalik and a cabinet minister. He will be very helpful for us to gain a foothold in Nathaniel..."

"Fuck!" Even with his shrewd character and good self-control, he couldn't help but break down. No wonder she felt that something was wrong with her body just now.

There were more words below, but they were immediately closed by the furious Josie West. At that moment, Josie West really wanted to throw it into the fire and burn it completely. After a moment, she sighed and locked it back into the Jue Mo box and put it in the drawer.

He slammed the drawer shut, and darkness returned.

In the boundless darkness, the little broken book was reopened and began to flip pages frantically, with more words gradually appearing on it.

……

No. 137 Jinlu Avenue, Viscount Hall’s home.

Zhou Ning finished talking with Smith Hall and returned to the banquet.

The scene was still noisy. Even without him, the people present were still chatting happily in groups of three or four.

He had no interest in socializing right now because he was so hungry and had to fill his stomach first.

He took the plate and walked around the tables, taking various foods. When he took the first bite of the dish, he almost shed tears of emotion.

It’s so hard to get a meal.

Suddenly, Zhou Ning stopped and narrowed his eyes. He heard several nobles around him seemed to be talking about what happened on Zijing Road.