The sky was drizzling.

Like the day Sean Dickinson set foot on Newlander for the first time.

Today's weather is much colder, though.

Shawshank Rogers, wearing the "Wildland Gunslinger" mask, walks towards a building. As he breathed, white mist continuously drifted out from his mouth.

Today, he is still wearing a cowboy hat with a black suit, but considering that it is a negotiation occasion, he replaced the exaggerated gun bag with a hidden strap, and the refined silver gun rests securely under his left flank.

It takes about seven minutes for the raindrops to fall from the clouds to the ground.

During the seven-minute journey, the raindrops, which had always maintained a vertical route, fell on Shawshank's shoulders at the last moment, as if frightened by the majesty and sternness of this man, they drew a strange arc, bypassed and fell to the ground, In the mud stirs up a fleeting yellow flower.

The ectoplasm formed an invisible umbrella over his head.

Even this most superficial way of using spiritual matter is enough to make people who stand on the high floor and see this scene secretly startled—

No raindrops dare to fall on this person's shoulders!

Quite a few people who live in the everyday world cannot agree with the idea that the questers are their own kind.

"They are not devils, they are gods...

"It's definitely not human anyway."

This is the common state of mind of ordinary people toward mystics—a mixture of awe, fear, and dread.

Today's Shawshank, in the construction zone outside Coulters Wharf.

Kurtes is the second largest cargo terminal in the New Testament, and the warehouse of the black market Shenpin transfer point that Sean participated in is located in this terminal.

Their black-market delicacy business has an entangled relationship with "Mr. Newfen" Drew...

Therefore, Sean knew where to find this "big businessman" in the divine product market.

The visit of the explorer is by no means a small matter for the dealer of Shenpin.

Not to mention a Queen class.

As soon as they arrived at the downstairs of the building where Drew's company was located, the red iron warehouse door was slowly opened.

Sean controlled Shawshank Rogers and calmly walked into the warehouse.

To Sean's surprise, there were quite a few people "welcoming" him in the warehouse.

Mr. Newfen doesn't seem to plan to interview him in his office.

Some dim lights in the warehouse reflected on the body of "Mr. Newfen's" Rolls-Royce "Silver Ghost" that seemed to have just been scrubbed and waxed.

The red iron gate closed behind him.

A dozen strong men with bad complexions faced the new explorer in a semicircle.

From the depths of the remote and deep warehouse, someone is walking.

The rhythm of the cane hitting the ground reveals a sense of planning and complacency.

After a quiet wait, Drew finally made his way to the light.

A slightly red light illuminated his purple and black silk bowler hat today.

"Can you believe it? I bought this Rolls-Royce from an Earl of Leon..."

"A true earl!

"I heard he had a castle-like house with hundreds of rooms—he even hosted the King of Leon there."

Sean noticed that among the dozen or so of Drew's subordinates present, each of them had swollen pockets under their sides or at the hem of their clothes—

If he acted rashly, Sean believed there would be a dozen pistols pointed at him.

Not only that, but Drew, who seems to be very comfortable in his home court, his purple coat is obviously stretched.

"This guy is actually wearing a body armor?" The faith leader controlled by Sean frowned.

However, in Sean's opinion, these precautions are not as good as the latter: Unsurprisingly, Drew is followed by a Queen-level explorer.

Her mask is a bloodstained goat skull.

A rather evil "blood priest".

To choose such a Queen-level bodyguard...

Mr. Newfen's tolerance for mystery was somewhat beyond Sean's expectations.

The state of the Blood Priest is obviously different from that of the two bodyguards of "Long Island Bill" who are paid to do things...

She is clearly more loyal and more willing to risk the life of an ordinary person.

"I'm sorry to meet you in this way," Drew made an apologetic gesture with his left hand holding the cigar, "but, you know, Drew's journey has not been easy. There are also many enemies."

I heard that a Queen-level explorer wearing a "Wildland Gunslinger" mask wants to visit me?

God knows if the enemy sent them here to silence them.

It is natural to have such a reaction.

However, Sean couldn't help but look at Drew's unobstructed eyebrows under the brim of the purple hat...

He was imagining pulling out M1920 with the ectoplasmic tentacles, aiming at the center of the eyebrows, and pulling the trigger...

"If you beware that I'm an assassin, you still lack a helmet." Sean protested against the absolutely unreasonable hospitality in a slightly sarcastic language.

Drew rolled his eyelids, as if looking at his forehead, and then smiled.

The atmosphere seemed to be blown away by the wind and a corner of the dark cloud was blown away, and a little sunshine shone down.

"Mr. Gunslinger, your friend came to my subordinate and said that he wanted to talk to me about business.

"I'm curious, what kind of business can a 'Queen of Spades' have, and talk to me, a psychic dealer?"

Drew has a few ways to deal with the "mysterious legacy" loot, but the service is expensive.

He likes this kind of business: usually, one sum is enough to make him dizzy.

Sean didn't beat around the bush, and directly took out the two large suitcases from the invisible stomach pouch.

The spirit unzipped the zipper, and the refreshing yellow-green soft light illuminated the ground in front of Shawshank's feet—

In order to package it as a "proper origin" product, the mass-produced "Elixir Mist" has undergone a major "packaging upgrade".

On each hourglass-shaped glass bottle, there are Finnish German words "De Turku Province, Finland, developed by the Birch Secret Medicine Association".

The "Baihua Secret Medicine Association" is an organization that does not exist at all. However, Sean managed to make the "New Testament Sales Department" of the Secret Medicine Association exist. On the yellow pages, the name of the distribution department looks a bit weird...

It was one of the office numbers Sean was using now.

In addition, Sean added the "grass basket" logo in an imperceptible place.

The "grass basket" symbolizes the "healing" given by Ms. Hershey to believers.

This product must be related to the belief he created in the future, and doing so is just a foreshadowing.

"I went on a mission in Northern Europe a while ago, and used this magical item there.

"I think, if it can be promoted in the New Testament area, this thing may save a lot of people's lives—

"Of course, it will also provide me with some reasonable profit."

A magical item of unknown origin?

Mr. Newfen frowned.

It turned out not to be stolen goods from a mysterious inheritance, but a divine product that I have never heard of?

Immediately, he had a different view of what happened before him: Someone wanted to use his distribution license ~lightnovelpub.net~ to sell some unknown medicine.

As a result, he even doubted the identity of the "wilderness gunslinger" in front of him.

Door-to-door sales of foreign gods?

Could this be a Queen-level act?

Or…

There is a liar in front of me, trying to use his Q-rank status to bluff me?

Mr. Newfen narrowed his eyes.

With more than a dozen guns behind him, and the "Blood Priest" who has repeatedly helped him solve troubles, he has a kind of confidence.

A kind of confidence to forcibly look at other people's cards.

The little finger moved slightly, and the golden tail ring inlaid with amethyst gave an order to the explorer behind him without any trace—

"Check his cards."