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Shad looked down at the coins:

"What about the negative properties? Triggering thunderstorms in an area?"

"Of course not. Throwing this coin into the ocean will trigger an ocean storm in the entire area that lasts for at least a week. And the ships trapped in the area cannot leave this area by any means. Don't look at what I described Lightweight, it’s actually a scary thing.”

Then, the purple-eyed girl asked:

"How about spending a coin and divining where the last gem that symbolizes spring is?"

"Today is already Tuesday, and I still have a [Emperor's Banquet Copper Coin] in my hand...Okay, I can't wait any longer."

"I said it a long time ago, even if fate gives you the gravitational force to meet that cemetery, sometimes we have to find ways to speed up the process of fate."

As she said that, one of the [Thunder Fury] was thrown high by her, and traces of rust appeared on the highest point. After the coin turned into fly ash and dissipated, Luvia opened her eyes and looked at Xia De hesitantly:

"Maybe you're right this time, saving the coins is the right choice."

"Huh? You won't say that I have already got that green gem, but haven't found it yet?" Xia De asked hesitantly:

"In the Silver Cube that can only be opened by the last story? Oh, I knew that the Silver Cube caused a major earthquake in the Randall Valley, and the things inside must be unusual."

Luvia shook her head slightly:

"Of course not. I mean, that gem is now in the warehouse of the local Cassandra Auction House."

Going to the warehouse to get gems, there is no need for Shad to go by himself. His goodwill with Granny Cassandra and Miss Swift is high enough that Miss Swift can do such a small thing, and there is a high probability that Shad will not even let Shad pay for that gem.

But the most important thing this evening is not to get that gem, but to see Stone Oxenfurt. Luvia originally planned to go with Shad, but Shad refused. He still resisted any relationship between Luvia and the devil.

At around 4:30, Xia De left from the Witch's Manor in a carriage, spent more than an hour passing through the city, arrived at the northeastern border of the city, and entered a small village outside the city.

It was already dinner time, and above the low adobe and straw houses, smoke curled from the chimneys. Children and their dogs ran toward their homes through muddy paths through thaw, while country women in aprons yelled for their children who hadn't returned. The men either came back from the tavern, or from the fields or the river, carrying hoes and fishing rods. Only the blacksmiths and apprentices in the blacksmith shop were still tinkering with something beside the high-temperature stove.

It seemed that the turmoil in the Randall Valley could not affect this small village, or that the hardship of life had left them no time to worry about other things.

Although the village called "Sturgeon Village" is quite backward compared to the city, it is on the only way to the city after all, so there are not only blacksmiths and merchants in the village, but also a one-story tavern.

The name of the tavern is "Sturgeon Tavern", and it is located in the southwest of the village, on the side close to the city. In front of the tavern is a road sign indicating the direction of the city. There is a dried salted fish nailed under the road sign. It seems that the tavern is promoting itself.

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Xia De had just walked to the road sign when he heard lively voices coming from inside. And not only inside the tavern, but also on the benches outside the tavern, there are three country farmers smoking cigarettes and hats, and beside the stables on the other side, two villagers who seem to be drunk are discussing in slang. Which mare looks better.

The shape of the tavern is very strange, the main body is rectangular, and there are two short sides sloping outwards on both sides, and then together with the fence, barn and stables, it forms a small courtyard.

Xia De stepped on the mud after the snow melted, pushed the door and entered, squinted his eyes to adapt to the light, and almost coughed due to the smell of wine.

The small villages close to the city have gas pipes, not only the gas lamps behind the counter, but also the oldest gas lamps in other areas. But it's clear the owner doesn't want to waste

Gas costs, so even though the tavern is full of people, the gas lamps are still not turned on to the maximum power, which makes some corners outside the light look very dark.

The owner of the tavern is a woman in her fifties with half-white hair and a string of garlic hanging around her neck for some reason. She warmly greeted Xia De, a stranger who was obviously passing by, and Xia De asked curiously:

"Are you... an anti-vampire?"

There are also rumors that garlic can resist vampires in this world, but Mr. Shad's friend Mr. Bernhardt said that it is just a superstition. Although he doesn't like garlic, he is not afraid of it.

"A while ago, the nearby village was suffering from malaria, and the village doctor said that garlic can be cured. Would you like to have one too?" She asked enthusiastically in slang, and Xia De shook his head hastily:

"I've got a date with a friend, and he's probably here already, a big, brigand-looking guy. Likes to roll up his sleeves, even in winter."

"there."

So the female shopkeeper pointed out the direction for Xia De, and after Xia De asked for a glass of rye beer, he walked over. The tavern is also an adobe house, with wooden beams, straw and tiles forming the roof. As for the walls, which were not even evenly plastered, there were decorations such as garlic, bones, herbs, peppers, and the like.

Stone Oxenfurt is sitting at the corner table on the short side of the east side of the tavern building in the deepest part of the tavern.

He bent his waist slightly, and sat on the east side of the obviously short table. From this angle, he could see a small half of the tavern. He holds beer in his right hand, and presses the newspaper on the table with his left hand. The oil lamp for supplementary lighting was placed on the wooden tabletop that looked like it was soaked in wine. Next to the oil lamp were peanuts and a stack of side dishes that Shade couldn't see:

"If I were you, I would never eat here."

Xia De said, sat down opposite him, and then felt that the bench and table were a bit short. He looked at Oxenfurt's raised head, under the light of the oil lamp, that face still had a slightly fierce look:

"The owner said that the nearby village was suffering from malaria, which is not good news."

A young tavern waiter, probably the landlady's nephew or something, brought Shad his rye beer, but Shad didn't touch it.

"To me, this disease is nothing at all."

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Oxenfurt took a swig of his drink and wiped his mouth with his sleeve rolled up to his elbow. It is rare for a big businessman to do this. Although he has made money, his living habits still maintain the original appearance.

"Malaria is nothing to you, is it?"

Oxenfurt asked Shad again, and Shad shook his head slightly:

"Last week I had a high fever all night. Even I can't be immune to all diseases...Let's not talk about that."

Shad took out two small paper packets from his pocket, which contained the "Casonic Third Class Combat Hero Medal" and the sapphire earring with a drop of Oxenfurt's blood.

"Let's see if it's what you're looking for."

Shad asked, and Oxenfurt put down his wine glass and checked it under the light of the kerosene lamp on the table: "No problem, it is indeed what I'm looking for."

He nodded and asked Xia De again:

"I thought you would send it back in a box. It's really rare to put it in a paper bag." "Don't jewelry boxes cost money?"

Oxenfurt smiled:

"Although when I entrusted you, I thought you would be successful, but I never thought you would actually do it." As he spoke, he wanted to put the two items into his pocket, but Xia De stretched out his hand and held him down. hand

"Wait, I've fulfilled my promise, now it's your turn. You said that you have clues to [Genesis·Earth], and you know who holds that card."

Behind Xia De is a lively tavern. The villagers who have been busy all day sit together and brag about their new knowledge. What are the two talking about.

"Don't tell me."

Xia De spoke slowly, looking at himself

The man across from you: "That card ~lightnovelpub.net~ is in the hands of the guy behind you."

"Of course not, what a pity, that thing has no intention of appreciating the Rhodes card." Oxenfurt said, pulling his hand out of Shad's hand:

"I really know the whereabouts of that card. I didn't lie to you. I seldom lie—[Genesis·Earth] is in my hands."

"Are you kidding me?" Xia De frowned slightly.

"Tricking you? You helped me get what I wanted, and I told you the whereabouts of [Genesis·Earth]. Isn't this our original agreement?"

"But when we met in front of the burning warehouse, you said, [Genesis-Earth] is not in your hands (Chapter 1253)." "Yes, it was not in my hands, in my drawer. And now, it In my pocket."

Oxenfurt smiled, picked up the wine glass again, and saluted Shad:

"I also said at the time that I was confident in persuading the holder of [Genesis·Earth] to give you that card. This is not a lie. I am very good at convincing myself. You want that card very much? Yes, No one doesn’t want it, for all Rhodes players, it’s a treasure worth giving up all their possessions in exchange for. But now you have the opportunity, promise me one thing, and that card will belong to you.”

"Again?"

Xia De passed the oil lamp in the middle of the table, held the handle of his wine glass with one hand, and squinted at him:

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"I won't help you find anything anymore. I don't know if you are good at judging people's moods by their expressions. But I can tell you that I am quite annoyed now."