Chapter 313 Attempt.

In Billing City, Camus woke up from his dream. He quickly took out the meteorologist's formula and read it carefully.

"Meteorologist's recipe: One storm grass, ten grams of ice crystal powder, gallbladder of thunder fish, ten grams of bitter rain, one fog forest grass, ten grams of activated alkaline water, one portion of Mira Sea Monster's mucus , ten grams of transfiguration powder." Looking at the information above, Kamiao took a deep breath, and suddenly realized that the meteorologist had no knowledge of promotion. Why didn't Huang Jintian give him the knowledge of promotion? Moreover, I am not very familiar with Bilin City, and I don’t know much about the extraordinary gathering place here. The latter is really simple, but do meteorologists really have no knowledge about advancement?

"This sequence is the latest one. There is no reference at all. It's troublesome." Camus was helpless and could only continue. He lay on the bed and slept. He planned to go to Queens and Justice Street to visit the old man Roy tomorrow. Most of the nobles were there. It's an extraordinary person. Maybe he can find the exchange of extraordinary people from Roy.

Early the next morning, Camus walked out of the hotel. Today was a rare good weather. Because the snow was lighter and it was not so white, there were more pedestrians on the road. Camus stopped a public carriage and took a ride. Got in.

"Trouble, No. 55, Justice Street, Queens." Upon hearing this, the driver turned around and ran towards Queen Street.

After an hour's journey, Camus saw the single-family houses neatly arranged in the wind and snow. Compared with the houses on other streets, the buildings here were more gorgeous, and the pedestrians on the road were also more elegantly dressed. Camus paid the coachman 2 silver coins. After paying the toll, I couldn’t help but lament again that the consumption in Bilin City is too high.

In front of the single-family villa No. 55, Camus patted the wind and snow on his body, arranged his clothes and pulled the doorbell. As the doorbell rang, there were rapid footsteps in the house, and soon a fat middle-aged woman came. He opened the anti-theft net and looked over. She was wearing a black and white maid uniform. When she saw that Kamius was a handsome young man, there was a hint of contempt in her eyes.

"Sorry, if you are looking for investment, you can go. Our husband and wife have already invested. Or if you are selling some product, you can give me your product introduction and I will forward it to Mr. Roy. ." Hearing that the other party recognized him as a salesman, Camus took off his hat and bowed slightly.

"My name is Sherlock Conan. Please inform Baron Roy that I am here to visit."

The maid heard that Camus was not a salesman. After taking a look at Camus, the maid turned and left. Only then did Camus see the layout of the house clearly. In front of the three-story house was a garden with some kind of green plant growing in it. Plants, and an exquisite iron fence outside the garden surrounded the house. Through the gaps in the anti-theft net, Camus could see the exquisite furniture and luxurious carpets inside. There were even a few good-looking ones on the opposite wall. Oil painting, it seems that Roy has a really good taste in life.

"Tata..." After a while, the fat maid changed her clothes and came over with a solemn expression. She opened the door and lowered her head slightly.

"Welcome to William's house. Mr. Roy and Mrs. Roy are having morning tea. Please come with me." After saying that, the fat maid led Camus to change into slippers, took Camus' windbreaker, and pointed to a place. Double door openings.

"Sir, Mr. Roy is inside, I have something to do." After saying that, the fat maid hung up Camus' clothes and turned to the kitchen. Camus took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Oh... look who is here? Isn't this my dear friend Conan?" I saw a rectangular round table in the middle. At both ends of the round table were Roy and his wife, with boxes standing behind them. There was a maid. There were exquisite milk tea and pastries on the table in front of her. The red charcoal in the fireplace next to her was emitting a faint fragrance. Roy stood up after seeing Camus. He hugged Camus and asked the servant to A stool was added and a cup of milk tea was given to him.

"Oh, dear Mr. Roy, good morning. It seems that I am lucky." Camus sat down and replied at this time. He also saw Mrs. Roy at the other end of the table. Mrs. Roy was painted red. Lipstick, a slightly wrinkled face with heavy makeup, he has golden curly hair, and is dressed gorgeously. Judging from his face, Mrs. Roy must have been an exquisite and beautiful girl when she was young, but Camus was not in the mood to appreciate it. God knows how intense the scene he saw in the mirror was, and who knows how this elegant lady behaved in bed.

"Ahem... Good morning, Mrs. Roy." Thinking of the bad scene, Camus tried to make her facial expression look calmer and greeted in a low voice.

"Is this your friend? Roy? Why haven't I seen him before?" Seeing Roy's eyes, Camus spoke first.

"Mrs. Roy, I am a writer, mainly writing maritime legends. I only met Mr. Roy not long ago."

"Yes, Mr. Conan is a good writer, and I am very satisfied with his books." After hearing the introduction, Roy also spoke softly, to help Camus.

"Oh...that's it. You guys can talk, I'm going out." After hearing that Camus was a writer, Mrs. Roy didn't pay attention. She picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth before leaving with the maid.

Seeing his wife leaving, Roy raised his milk tea cup and spoke with a smile.

"I thought you wouldn't come to me? Were you satisfied yesterday?" Seeing Roy's joking expression, Camus smiled slightly.

"It's not bad. It seems like you are a regular visitor there. It seems that you and your wife have a very harmonious relationship." Camus raised the milk tea and said with a smile. Roy smiled when he heard this.

"Financial freedom and emotional freedom are what we pursue. I talked to her yesterday and I got a satisfactory answer."

"That's good, Mr. Roy, I wonder what you think of the club?" Camus was not interested in paying attention to other people's private lives. She wanted to get some questions from Roy, the old fox.

"Oh...club."

Hearing the club, Roy's face became a little calm, and he looked at Camus and whispered.

"As for his origins, I think you should know. The forces behind him are so complicated that you dare not imagine. In short, it's enough to have fun and drink well."

Hearing Roy's warning, Camus glanced at the maid behind her, and only spoke lightly after seeing Roy nod to herself.

"I am very interested in those mysterious powers. I wonder if you have a way here? Of course I will pay you."

"Zhi..." At this time, the fat maid came in with an apple cake. She put the cake in front of Camus and walked out. Roy didn't speak until she left.

"Why are you curious about those short-lived powers? If I were you, I wouldn't touch them. My wife got those mysterious powers and had some problems." Hearing Roy's description of the extraordinary power, Camus's mouth twitched. Indeed, for ordinary people, extraordinary powers have too many uncertainties, and it is no problem to understand him as a short-lived power.

"I'm just curious, do you have a way?" Camus continued to speak in a low voice. Roy took a sip of milk tea and spoke lightly.

"You don't need the reward. You can go to the Jialan Exchange on Shenlan Street. It is said that there is an underground market for extraordinary people to trade."

Camus immediately wrote down the address. At this time, Mrs. Roy pushed the door open and walked in. He licked his lips at Camus very seductively. Camus almost vomited when he saw it, and Roy's face sank when he saw this scene.

"Enough, we agreed to play our own games. This is my friend. Please respect him."

"Humph..." Mrs. Roy snorted coldly when she heard it, and returned to her dignified appearance, carrying a lace bag and walked out.

"Hehe... Sometimes I think there is something wrong with my wife. She was not like this before. Since she got some kind of extraordinary power, her behavior has become more and more strange, and even... the club was recommended to me by her." Seeing his wife leave, Roy smiled bitterly and told the reason, while Camus touched his chin and pondered for a while. Could it be that Mrs. Roy became like this because of some factors? Which sequence will have such a change.

After having morning tea at Roy's house, Camus rushed to the Jialan Exchange mentioned by Roy. The Jialan Exchange is in the port area and the personnel are relatively complicated. Camus looked at this circular building like an open-air square with a surprised look. She heard a series of whistling sounds from outside, and it seemed that there were a lot of people inside.

Camus patted the snow on his body and walked over, and the several gatekeepers at the door did not even look at Camus and let him go in. This made Camus feel a little nervous. Did he find the wrong place? Aren't extraordinary transactions in secret places?

"Kill him."

"You should blow him up."

"Hit him in the head, hit him in the head."

"Oh, it's bad luck to lose." As the vision widened, Camus saw civilians standing on the circular building. They shouted loudly, danced and roared at the ground, and the saliva sprayed even splashed more than one meter high. Under the ground were two male gods wearing simple protective gear. They were fighting bloody underground. The man on the blue side was being pressed to the ground by the red side. Every time he hit a punch, there was a uniform exclamation.

"Isn't this a fucking arena? It's a bullshit exchange. No wonder the gatekeeper at the door ignored me." Seeing this scene, Camus immediately understood what this place was. He looked around and said swearing.

"Sir, do you want to place a bet?" This was a boy wearing an ill-fitting suit and a snotty face who reminded Camus. Camus waved his hand at a glance.

"I don't bet, you can find someone else."

"No bet? Then you buy things?" The boy said with a smile, and Camus looked down.

"Is there anything for sale here?"

"Hehe..." The little boy wiped his nose and made a gesture of giving money. Camus saw his mouth twitched, and he took out a copper coin from his purse and threw it to him. Before he could speak, the little boy looked at him with contempt.

"Send away the homeless? One copper coin is not enough to buy a cake, at least one silver coin." Camus sighed to the sky.

"Do the kids nowadays still have the law? Do they think one copper coin is too little? Am I too poor, or is he too arrogant?"

"You are poor, not me. Hurry up, I have other businesses." The little boy looked at Camus with even more contempt, and raised his snotty hand high.

"Here, lead the way." Camus advised himself, not angry, not angry, he took out a silver coin and threw it out, silently following the little boy, the little boy led Camus to turn left and right, came to a wooden door, he said something to the gatekeeper, pointed at Camus, and led Camus into the wooden door.

"Follow me." The little boy led Camus down the deep stairs and brought Camus to an underground circular building full of black-clothed people. Camus immediately saw stone tables with some extraordinary materials with magical fluctuations.