After getting the Homecoming Scroll properly, Sean left the house—he had something to do right away.

He originally considered entrusting these matters to the staff he was familiar with in the association, but when he thought of exposing the existence of Edgar Pompeii, he knew that he had to do it himself.

He first went to the dealership and paid a $25 deposit to rent a Layton L-model - which has more interior space than a Ford T-model, but with higher fuel consumption.

Sean drove to a men's clothing store and home textile store in the west of the city and spent nearly $20 on personal items such as coats, pajamas, boots, loafers, socks, quilts, pillows and more.

Then I drove to the farm market up north and, considering the storage problem, bought some meat, vegetables and fruit in moderation - especially apples. It cost him $6. The bonus from Undercurrent Street's solution to the gambler Jock last time was not enough to pay for the Moon Wheel Spirituality Ceremony, so it's okay to spend some now.

With a carload of things, Sean returned to the Explorers Center.

When Sean appeared in front of the library guards in large packages, the staff in the red mask looked at Sean dumbfounded: What is this? Thinking of camping in the library?

Clothes and home textiles are not stipulated that they cannot be brought in, and some food can also be brought in to satisfy hunger, but such an amount that is enough for a month is definitely not allowed.

The supervisor in the red mask stopped in front of Sean wearing the mist mask.

So, Sean said according to the words he had decided before: "I have a friend who is reading in the old book cemetery. He is too obsessed with leaving the library-" Sean deliberately led his friend to be the one with thick glasses. Terrible woman, "She didn't eat, drink, or change clothes inside. I had no choice but to buy these and send them over."

Regulators are naturally not impressed by these rhetoric. Sean sighed and had to let go of his "mysterious temperament" completely, and began to describe how miserable his friend's life was now...

Of course, the story is half-truth - Pompeii did not have a good time as an old man.

The dim old book cemetery, the yellow-faced and thin readers, the increasingly cold weather...

The "first supervisor" who was supposed to feel absurd and impatient, and drove this jack-level explorer away, found himself moved by Sean's description, and felt inexplicably sad.

A few even had a sour nose and red eyes...

This faint sadness inspired the empathy of the supervisors, who decided to make an exception for Sean to bring these things into the library.

And, impressed by the camaraderie between Sean and his friends, they allowed him to drop by every once in a while.

Sean withdrew the faint "mist of grief" that spread out, and walked into the library with a grateful expression.

——

Although the psychic tentacles can be used to assist in fetching these items in the dark, Sean still feels a little inconvenienced in the old book cemetery.

However, when he went deep into this dark ruin again, Sean was not afraid.

Because of the terrifying existence in the rumors, they have been scared out of the psychological shadow by themselves - if you want to say what is the most terrifying underground, it should be yourself...

Sean returned to the first floor of the old book cemetery, and in the depths of the first floor, he returned to the bright lantern.

Pompeii is still semi-crazy, but he still recognizes Sean, and seems to have a good impression of Sean.

The old man walked quickly to Sean's side, and slapped Sean's back with his palms. The happy expression on his face was illuminated by the lantern: "Sean, I like to eat newspapers! Eat quickly!"

Although I forgot a lot, but my name is remembered. Beneath the mask, Sean smiled reassuringly: "I brought you something..." As he said, carrying a large bag and a small bag, he brought a doubtful Pompeii into his humble residence.

Sean knew he would never forget Pompeii's expression when he saw the apple.

In the light, the old man's eyes widened, and his cloudy eyes stared at the red apple that Sean took out from the paper bag, as if he had seen some treasure, and rubbed the hem of his clothes crampedly. Only then did he dare to touch it with the slender fingertips of both hands, and then he took it tremblingly, brought it to his mouth, and took a bite.

The teeth are not very good, Pompeii chews slowly. Looking at Pompeii's expression holding an apple and eating slowly, Sean realized that sometimes, an apple can bring happiness.

He remembered Pompeii, who had just finished reciting his initiation speech not long ago, shedding tears, and Pompeii, who still wanted to see his granddaughter, with the candlelight in his eyes flickering...

My heart, which had been tense and tense because I was looking for Aaliyah, relaxed a little: It turns out that even if I encounter misfortune, I can't just live for myself...

Sean looked at Pompeii holding the apple he had bitten in one hand, reaching into the paper bag with the other, and groping for another one.

He handed the apple to Sean, and the red skin of the apple was illuminated by the lantern.

Sean took the apple and took a bite in his heart. He hadn't felt this peaceful for a long time.

"Sir, please take care of yourself. I will help you find Alicia as soon as possible and let her come to see you." Sean thought silently.

In the old book cemetery, the light of reason shone gently, and Sean and the old man ate apples quietly.

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Sean looked at the excellent medium-rare eye steak on the plate in front of him. In the dimly lit, smoky restaurant with the violin playing, he remembered eating apples with Pompeii in the musty underground. screen.

It's been a day since visiting Pompeii.

Sean left the underground and returned home when the home phone rang.

He thought there was news about the investigation on Bill's side, but it was Daisy's voice that rang on the phone.

Because Sean helped Petric out of his misery, Daisy had to repay Sean anyway.

She thought about it and wanted to give Sean a chance to make money—she wanted Sean to take a stake in a special business.

After the demand for the expenses of the devotional ceremony appeared, Sean's manuscript fee income seemed to be stretched.

The invitation that Daisy made at this time was tantamount to giving help to Sean.

Moreover, Sean also vaguely guessed that Daisy's move may also be introducing foreign aid to check and balance Bill.

Almost without shirk, he agreed to meet the next day.

The meeting place is located in the Apennine-style restaurant on the second floor of "Fog and Roses".

The previous owner of the Hotel Fog and Rose was an Apennine family who was not involved in gang entanglements. Later, due to various reasons, they transferred the entire hotel, including the restaurant on the second floor with a good business, to Petric. Therefore, Daisy is now a The owner here.

Sean is sitting in the restaurant at the moment, facing a good steak, but he has a bad appetite.

Not because of Daisy. Daisy is wearing a graceful purple silk dress today and a pair of rare black pearl earrings. Outside her soulful blue eyes, her eyelashes are long and distinct, which makes her look bright and moving. She sits next to Sean with an elegant and dignified posture, which naturally won't make her dignified. Sean was offended.

Although it was a discussion before investing in shares, Bill did not come. Sitting across from Sean at the moment was a Yossian with round-rimmed glasses, a birthmark on his bald head, and a black beard under his hooked nose. The Daoist called him "Fat Mo," Bill's accountant and assistant in business.

To say why Sean has a bad appetite, it is probably because of the person in front of him.

From the moment he sat down, he began to complain all kinds of side-effects: "...I really miss the old days, I just need to send a car to the beach early in the morning, and pull a box of 'baby' - rum, Gin, Whiskey!

"Mr. Bill has everything arranged properly. The pharmacy's business is very good, the rain is falling, and it is the sound of new cents hitting the ground...

"As soon as Prohibition is lifted, the Prohibition Commissioners who used to stare at Mr. Bill are all waiting to see his jokes!"

Fat Mo took out a dark red handkerchief and wiped his face and sweat: "Business is not good now..."

What Daisy proposed to let Sean take a stake this time was the black market magic business she cooperated with Bill - after Sean paid the share capital, only a small part. But even if it's just a small head~lightnovelpub.net~ Fat Mo still complains, and every pore seems to be resisting Sean's participation.

"Mr. Dickinson, you have to know that the business of Mr. Bill and Miss Rich has always been a cooperation between the two of them, and no third party has been introduced. I don't know why..."

Taking the slender ivory pipe from her lips, Daisy repeated a little impatiently: "Fat Mo, first, this is not Mr. Dickinson's request, but our magic business must bring in a capable person. , it would be better if this person has access to the explorers - it just so happens that Sean and several explorers are very good friends."

In the special version of the trip to the undercurrent that I told Daisy before, Sean's character was to befriend a few explorers.

Sean's original intention of saying this was just to hide himself as an explorer, and he didn't expect that there would be an opportunity now.

"Second, I have discussed this matter with Bill, and he has no opinion."

Sean shook his head inwardly: he said he had no opinion, but sent someone over to talk about it - it's strange that he didn't have an opinion.

Sean wasn't determined to get involved with Daisy and Bill.

After all, Sean can always make a lot of money through exploration and writing. It only takes longer to save enough for the spiritual ceremony, but it is not impossible... However, Daisy has already made an invitation, Sean didn't want to reject her kindness easily.

not to mention……

"Daisy Ritchie is kind to me. Peter Ritchie said that Bill is untrustworthy. God knows if he will murder Daisy in the future. For morality and emotion, I should also get involved and take the opportunity to keep an eye on Bill. …”

Of course, it is undeniable that the huge profits that the black market magic business will bring is also a big temptation for Sean.

So, although off-putting, Sean sat here and watched Fat Mo's "performance".