At 9:30 in the morning, Bravehearts Bar, Iron Gate Street,
After stepping down from the carriage,
At this moment, the bar’s main door was firmly shut, with no sign of opening.
As a vampire who rarely ventured out during the day and had only entered such bars a few times at night, Emlyn had never considered that the place wouldn’t be open in the morning. After reading the note, he had eagerly left Harvest Church and rushed over by public transport, hoping to get the information as soon as possible.
To save time, he even endured the cramped environment and unpleasant smell of the steam subway.
At that moment, Emlyn felt a bit annoyed, but he clearly knew that he was the one at fault. He could only put on a stern face and walk slowly around Iron Gate Street, pretending he hadn’t come for nothing.
Just as he was about to approach a horsedrawn cab parked by the street, his peripheral vision caught a familiar figure.
The man wore a brown derby hat, an old coat, and carried a tattered satchel. He was precisely the black market arms and intelligence dealer, Ian.
“Heh, my intuition is quite accurate after all. I knew he’d show up this early!” Emlyn’s anger turned to joy. He put his hands in his pockets, strolled over leisurely, stopped in front of Ian, and chuckled. “Good morning.”
Ian looked up at the handsome man before him and replied in slight surprise, “Good morning, Mr. White. You should have come in the evening.”
“It seems quite appropriate now.” Emlyn laughed in a good mood. “Ian, why do you always wear the same clothes and dress the same every time I see you?”
Ian said nonchalantly, “It makes me look more mature and keeps a low profile.”
“Of course, the main reason is that I have no money.”
He added that last sentence in a joking tone.
“I look forward to you dressing like that in summer,” Emlyn sneered.
“Then I’ll take off my coat.” Ian said as he took two sheets of paper from his worn satchel. They were the “wanted posters” Emlyn had previously given him. “
He handed one of the sheets to Emlyn. It was marked with the name
Seeing that there was indeed a clue about a follower of the “Primordial Moon,” Emlyn asked joyfully, “Where is he?”
Ian didn’t answer. He looked at him with a smile and remained silent.
Emlyn had experience with this. He immediately took out his wallet and counted out 150 pounds to him. “This is your reward.”
Ian smiled and said, “Half is missing.”
“Half is missing?” Emlyn almost wanted to show this black market arms and intelligence dealer the power of a vampire, because the original agreement was 20 pounds for a useful clue and 150 pounds for a located target.
However, he quickly caught the hidden meaning and asked with pleasant surprise, “You found another one?”
“Yes.” Ian handed him the remaining sheet. “While observing
“…Very good.” Emlyn emptied his wallet and added another 150 pounds to Ian.
He was in an exceptionally good mood, feeling that the Ancestor and Mr. Fool were both blessing him. Because there were only five targets in this batch, and he had already hunted one. Now he had leads on two more. As long as he succeeded, no matter how the other vampires performed, he could declare his ultimate victory.
Ian carefully counted and checked the banknotes, then lowered his voice. “
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“I’ll verify your information. I believe you wouldn’t give up this business for just 300 pounds.” Emlyn nodded slightly, half warning, half reminding, and then chuckled. “How were they so easily found?”
Ian’s red eyes shifted slightly as he looked around. “First, many bounty hunters are my friends, and they have extensive networks of informants in the East Borough.”
“Second, those two gentlemen’s disguises weren’t good enough. Although they were in the East Borough, they were noticeably different from the people around them. If they had changed into ragged clothes and done more than twelve hours of hard labor every day, I believe they would have been hard to find in the chaotic East Borough.”