"Reed Parker?"

The bartender said without looking up, "I haven't heard of this person."

Cepha shrugged his shoulders: "Jerry Collins asked me to come."

Hearing the name 'Jerry Collins', the bartender stopped what he was doing, raised his head and lowered his voice: "Wait a minute, don't go away."

He put down the glass and hurried away.

Only then did Xifa look around.

He saw a large iron cage standing in the center of the bar, and there was a circle of barbed wire around the cage. It was impossible to get out of the cage.

There were two men fighting in the cage. They punched and kicked, and they were covered in blood.

A circle of customers holding wooden wine glasses discussed loudly, cursing and cheering from time to time.

Seeing that Xifa was staring at the cage, a boy wearing a brown peaked cap who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old came over.

"Sir, do you want to bet?"

"I think Thomson will win this time. He has won seven games in a row!"

Xifa smiled, took out two soles, and threw them to the boy: "Buy another for me to win."

The teenager was startled, but nodded anyway, took the money, and trotted to a table next to the iron cage.

While pointing at Xifa, he gestured and helped Xifa bet.

Then the boy got two copper pennies as his reward.

At this time, the bartender came back and made a gesture: "Follow me."

Sifa pressed the brim of his hat, and quietly walked around the iron cage with the bartender, and came to a card room.

The bartender knocked a few times, three fast and two slow, and the door opened.

A strong man came out to watch, glanced at Xifa, and shrank his head back again, and this time he opened the door completely.

"Go in," the bartender said, and went back to the counter.

Sifa walked in, the light in the card room was dim, and the people inside were not playing cards.

A short man was sitting on the sofa, next to two tall women with little clothing.

The short man opened his mouth and ate an apple brought by the woman next to him, then said, "I am Reed Parker."

"Are you the Mr. William that Jerry Collins spoke of?"

Xifa smiled and said, "If there is no second Mr. William, then I think Mr. Jerry must be referring to me."

The short man raised his eyebrows: "How to prove it?"

Sifa raised his right hand, and the flames rose from his hand, and then the flames turned into a whip full of barbs. Sifa threw a whip and hit the floor.

The floor immediately scorched and sparks splattered.

"Oh, okay, that's enough."

The short man stood up, and at the same time, a small door in the depths of the card room opened, and someone came out.

It is also a man, dressed in flamboyant clothes, with a ring on his hand and a necklace on his neck, very fancy.

He also painted eyeliner to make his eyes more three-dimensional, and the man said with a smile: "It's none of your business here, Mr. Cliff."

The little man bowed deeply. "Yes, Mr. Reed."

It turned out that the fancy man was Reed Parker.

Reed Parker said with a smile: "Please don't mind, Mr. William."

"You know, we're not the popular kind of people in Trier."

"There will always be one or two times a month, and the official people will find it, so I have to be cautious."

Xifa nodded: "Understandable."

"I'm in some trouble. I want to see Mr. Jerry. Can you make arrangements for me?"

Reed Parker smiled and said, "Mr. Jerry told me that if you come to ask for help, I must try my best to be satisfied."

"But he also said that before helping you, you need to be sure again."

"Mr. William, have you decided to join our 'Iron Cross Society'?"

Xifa smiled and said, "To be honest, I don't want to join any organization."

"But there doesn't seem to be much choice right now."

"So yes, I hope to join the 'Iron Cross Society'."

Reed Parker took out a comb, took care of his hair and said, "Okay, then. I'll take you to see Mr. Jerry now."

At this time, a brown-haired girl sitting on the sofa took out a harmonica from under her chest.

She brought the harmonica to her mouth and blew it.

Immediately.

Xifa only felt that the light in front of him had dimmed a lot, and he seemed to hear the singing faintly. His eyelids were heavy, as if he was about to fall asleep.

But his spirituality overcame this unexplained drowsiness all at once.

Despite this, Xifa still pretended to fall asleep, and suspected that the woman's harmonica should be a magical item corresponding to the 'Dark Night' pathway.

The level will not be very high, and it may also correspond to the midnight poet of Sequence 8.

After Xifa lay on the ground, Reed jumped up, walked over to check, and let the strong man who opened the door just now carry Xifa on his back.

Although Xifa closed his eyes, he knew that he had let the strong man carry his back into the room where Reed Parker came out just now.

Next, they went through the kitchen again, came into the alley from the back door, then walked out onto the street and got into a carriage.

The carriage left the bar, went around, crossed more than half of Trier, and finally came out of the city and came to a manor.

Xifa was carried off the car by the strong man again, and finally entered a study and was put on a chair.

Reed Parker took out a cigar and lit it, took a deep breath, and then blew a puff of smoke at Sifa.

The spicy and pungent smoke made Sifa cough a few times and 'wake up'.

He waved away the smoke and looked around: "Where is this?"

"A stronghold," Reed responded.

Sifa was greatly disappointed.

I thought I would bring it back to the headquarters.

This is why he approached the 'Iron Cross Society' and joined this organization.

If the 'Iron Cross Society' really has a very specific grasp of the 'Conqueror', it must be stored in the headquarters.

At that time, he will be able to demolish the headquarters of others, scavenge for the things, and then leave.

But now, it has only reached a stronghold.

But think about it.

For an 'arsonist' who is willing to join, how could he go to the headquarters immediately.

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The sound of footsteps came at this time, and then the door opened, and the thin and sturdy Jerry Collins walked into the study.

"Good evening, Mr. William, it's a pleasure to meet you here, because it means that you have decided to join our 'Iron Cross Society'."

Sifa considered whether to take Jerry Collins away, and then let the Ancient Scholar communicate with him to dig out the location of the headquarters of the Jagged Cross.

But considering that Jerry is only a Sequence 5, maybe he is not qualified to know the location of the headquarters, there may be a higher-level person in charge above him.

Doing so will scare the snakes and let the Iron Cross Society take precautions, so they can only give up this time-saving and labor-saving method.

Sifa smiled and said, "Good evening, Mr. Jerry."

"Just what you saw, I want to join you, what should I do?"

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