According to the address obtained in the underground market last night, he came to a certain place in Preston City, knocked on the door of a house, and an old man with gray hair and bright eyes received him.

The two sides explained their intentions. Donald took out the short knife that he had agreed to before. The old man took it and held it in his hand and looked around for a while. After saying something authentic, he took Donald directly to the second floor and into a study.

It is said that it is a study, but it actually means a studio. There are a lot of equipment on the desk against the wall.

The bones of the unknown creature were thrown into the stone mortar, smashed with a copper pestle, and some yellow and wrinkled rolled leaves were added to it. The old man's hand was very stable, and the strength was just right.

"What are you doing, I'm here to finish the book, are you going to sprinkle the powder on it? Not so good..."

Donald moved a chair and sat at the table, watching the old man busy with his work, pouring strange things into the stone mortar, he began to wonder if the book he spent 15 gold pounds would have an accident, but the day after tomorrow The time has been agreed, and if something goes wrong now, the plan will fall short.

"The imitation of strange objects is very different from those collections on the market. Ordinary antiques, jewelry, and imitations are all about the surface. If you want to make the fake look like the real one, as long as you polish it carefully, there is always a way. They're not the same... keep an eye on your cat, if he licks a little of this powder in, he'll have to go to the vet."

The old man answered Donald, and the work in his hand was not left behind. He took time to push away Finger, who was leaning up, but the latter took two steps back in advance and returned to Donald's side.

"Why is it different?"

Donald knew from the introducer of the underground market that the old man in front of him was a veteran of counterfeiting strange things. From the usual peripheral booths, people often came to him to buy some fake strange things and put them on the stalls, attracting those who wanted to try their luck, sellers. Thinking that I had picked it up, I spent a few gold pounds to buy a strange item.

After I went back, I found out that I was the one who was deceived. The "strange thing" I bought back was simply a waste product.

"I can't tell you a lot, I can only say that each strange object has its own unique attributes and characteristics, just like this short knife, it focuses on sharpness, and the knife is also engraved with shock runes, use it to cut some special The material is not easy to go wrong, but ordinary people will only think that the material is good at a glance. People like us can know that it is unusual at a glance, and your book, you yourself said that it should be 'dark' 'Some, I just want to add a little...negative energy to it, my fingers feel cold to the touch, and if I look closely, I can see that there is gray fog surging around, is this effect enough?"

After all, who is an expert, this is a set of words, Donald nodded secretly, and no longer bothered.

Knowing from the old man that it would take another hour to complete, after asking for permission, he began to read some books on the shelf to pass the time.

jingle bell~

When the bell rang in the study, Donald thought at first that someone was calling. He glanced back and found that the old man behind the desk had stopped, and there was no landline on the desk.

"Who have you messed with recently?"

The old man asked without looking back, he obviously knew what the bell meant.

"What's the meaning?"

Donald was a little puzzled.

"I'm a forger, and I'm well-known in the circle. In order to prevent some people from snooping, I set up an alarm circle near the house. The ringtone just now is the feedback after the trigger. Look at the backyard wall on the left at your place. , is someone looking into the house?"

Looking over according to the old man's instructions, there was indeed someone. Donald stepped to the right and leaned against the curtain, looking at the person below, frowning involuntarily. He had an impression of this person.

The man I met at the back door when Dr. Andy's house caught fire.

Why is he here? Could it be that he knew that he had leaked the news, so he would take revenge?

"I haven't made fakes recently, so naturally I don't have any enemies. If it weren't for your really good short knife, I wouldn't even be able to take this job. If you think about it, who else could the person below be looking for you?"

After the grinding of the material was completed, the old man poured out the powder and placed it on a piece of copper. His hands continuously formed a dharma seal. A bright yellow flame rose on the copper piece, igniting the powder, and a large cloud of gray mist was in the air. Wander around, attracting Donald's eyes.

This craft is called scorpion **** in Preston City—the only one.

"You can go and deal with the person below and then come back, and the process will almost be completed... If you don't have that skill, I can recommend a few thugs to you, as long as the money is in place, kill someone, Nothing."

The old man was not in a hurry. He raised his head and raised his eyebrows at Donald. This is an old fritters. With age, he can talk about these things with ease.

"I can handle it myself. I will put my cat with you for the time being, and come back later~lightnovelpub.net~ Be careful with my book, I will use it in two days. If something goes wrong, it's not a no. Be careful what you can do."

Donald didn't have the money to hire any more people. He patted Finger on the forehead to keep it in the study, and finally reminded him that if there was a problem with the book, he might be very difficult to speak.

"Don't worry, you are not such a delicate object, you just add some negative energy to it."

The casting action changed, and the old man stretched out his index finger to steer the black mist, causing it to linger around the forgeries of the pitch-black book.

Donald turned around and went downstairs, went out from the main entrance, and just stepped out of the door, he noticed that there were people squatting and guarding near the main entrance. When Donald looked over, the other party was still trying to hide in the crowd.

At this point, Donald was not in a hurry. He paused at the gate, then went to get a pot of flowers from the windowsill and entered the house again.

The person I saw on the second floor before was not at the front door, which meant that there were more than one group of people following him. It was meaningless to make a rash move. It was daytime, there were many pedestrians on the street, and the spells were not easy to use.

"I saw that person at the back door of Dr. Andy before. That's a cult person, Rastolle? No, he didn't see through my identity and didn't have the courage to follow me,"

Stopping for a while on the stairs, thinking about the origins of those people outside, not sent by Rastolle, Donald immediately thought of the battle outside he felt when he was reading the Dark Book in the cellar room.

Could it be under the man called Kuito?

How to deal with these people, this is a problem, lead them to a hidden place and solve it directly?

Since he took the initiative to bring them to the door, Donald just threw them out as stones to ask for directions.

As the plan progresses gradually, he needs to confirm the identities of some key people.