Is there any way to spar with the stranger? Ed looked at Sylvie curiously.

"That's right, in the dream, I can restore his copy based on the memory of the 'Stranger' in your mind. This copy can simulate all the moves you have seen from him."

Sylvie raised her index finger and gently fiddled with a strand of hair covering her pomegranate eyes:

"...Use these memories to learn Stranger's moves. It may be slower to master at first, but at least you don't need to digest them, and once you master them, they will be more stable and solid."

Since the memory card "Gem Faceting" in Ed's mind is still in a state of being digested, inserting a new memory card rashly is extremely risky, so Sylvie gave another way of learning.

This is a good idea. Ed thought that as long as he had relevant images, he could gradually dissect and analyze each of the Stranger's movements, and finally master the entire technique.

“Worth a try.”

He closed his eyes and meditated, quickly entered the palace of thought, and then came to a double dreamland as hazy and profound as the deep sea.

The tiny flame fragments are like regular holes on a punch card, forming a flame grid to outline the shape, and then fill in the details:

The "Stranger" in front of him still looked like he was wrapped in bandages, exuding a rotten smell like a rotten apple. The details were so vivid that Ed thought he was really standing in front of him.

"Come on, let's start with the posture." Ed ordered the clone in front of him.

The stranger took out the sickle-shaped machete from his waist, made a clean and neat cut in his hand, and then began to perform basic waving and dragging movements.

Ed slowed down the flow of time, carefully observed his power movements and rotation techniques when changing his forehand and backhand, and practiced it repeatedly in his hands.

Through constant imitation and experimentation, he finally mastered a few of the most basic moves and slashing methods. I have to admit, this is a pretty radical fighting technique:

The sickle blade itself has a relatively weak defense against the center line and cannot handle attacks from all directions as balancedly as a long sword. Therefore, it is easy to be caught when encountering enemies who are good at defensive counterattacks.

But fortunately, most people are also not familiar with the attack path of a strange weapon like the sickle. Relying on Catalina's swordsmanship knowledge, Ed is well aware of the attack path of most conventional weapons.

This gives him the possibility of surprising victory in close combat.

Just imitating and practicing is not enough. In the following actual training, as a novice, Ed quickly fell into a disadvantage in front of the stranger:

The only effective damage caused to the Stranger was when Ed used the secret text of "Lake" and his cane to parry his attack, and then suddenly drew a gun with his right hand hidden behind his back and fired.

Especially after Stranger inhaled the purple gas, his explosive power had completely surpassed Ed's level. It was almost impossible for Ed to put up any meaningful resistance before being chopped into a stick by Stranger's sickle-shaped machete.

But in general, after the first training, I was able to get through a few moves with an agent specializing in melee combat like Stranger. This result cannot be said to be very bad.

Ed believes that as long as he continues to practice, he will perform well in close combat and provide basic fire support at mid-range.

As for facing enemies at longer distances, we can only look forward to the future mass-produced Wasp drones and 'Emperor's Blood' incendiary bombs...

By the way, speaking of these two things, why not try your luck at the Invisible Hand Auction House?

With his thoughts at this point, Ed inserted the beacon card into the card slot in the room and came to the Invisible Hand Auction House.

In front of the splendid courtyard, the voice of the male clockwork doll was still enthusiastic and high-pitched, as if it had been injected with chicken blood:

"Welcome to the Invisible Hand Auction House, sir, everything has a price. Do you have a ticket?"

Ed was still in the same disguise as when he entered the venue last time, with a slightly bloated belly and a classical theater mask on his face. He took out the Invisible Hand Club coin and doll from his pocket

His voice was a little more enthusiastic:

"Hey! Welcome back to your most loyal and warm harbor, dear Mr. Ashes, what can I do for you?"

"Just asking, do you have any drawings of the Hornet drone that is being auctioned here?"

Ed asked with his hands behind his back. He only had two faceless iron coins left in his hand, and he didn't know if he could still afford them.

But it doesn’t matter even if I can’t afford it. Anyway, there is no consulting fee for asking. I am now an informal member of the club.

"Unfortunately, sir, there are no related items currently being auctioned. If you have relevant intentions, the club can purchase them for you. The estimated price of the design drawings of the Hornet drone is about 3-4 faceless iron coins, and you need to pay 1

Do you think you can accept a faceless iron coin as a deposit?"

So expensive...

He squinted his eyes and calculated that based on the market price of a faceless iron coin of 300-400 pounds, it would cost about 1,000-1,500 pounds.

Considering the risk involved in stealing and selling the blueprints, this price is not particularly exaggerated. After all, the Wasp drone is a cutting-edge technology of the Royal Society and the only one of its kind in the world. Even if the blueprints alone are useless, their rarity is still high.

It has been determined that the price will not be cheap.

If another country's military scientific research organization wants to steal research results, 1,500 pounds is definitely a great value. But the problem is that as a completely self-employed person, Ed only has two faceless iron coins left in his hand.

Even if he really had so much money, he didn't plan to invest it all in purchasing blueprints. The return on such an investment would be too low.

Whether it is making crystal viruses or unlocking new knowledge, faceless iron coins must be used. He must have enough money in his hand to feel at ease.

"If you are in urgent need of money, Mr. Prince has been wanting to see you recently. What do you think?"

Mr. "Prince", the man in black who recommended me to join the One-Eyed Club? What does he want from me?

Out of curiosity, Ed decided to go over and take a look. Since his identity had not been exposed yet, he didn't have to worry about the other party having any evil intentions.

"Okay, please lead the way."

Once again, we came to the small room with only one table and two chairs. The black robe man named "Prince" in the club was sitting upright, and his words were still quite cultivated:

"Long time no see. Are you okay with your visit?"

"Hello, Mr. Prince. I heard that you have something to do with me?" Ed asked straight to the point.

"To be precise, I have something I want to find someone to do for me. I vaguely remember that you have some tricks up your sleeve in Silver Mist City. I have always wanted to see you again, and today I finally had the chance to meet you."

"It's just a small achievement, how do you plan to price it?"

Ed asked calmly. Even if he couldn't accept the business, he couldn't lose in terms of momentum.

"Your Excellency is indeed far from ordinary." The 'Prince' nodded gracefully and said, "It's just that this commission involves the White Oak family. I hope you will be cautious. Why don't you listen to me first?"

Auckland family? This is an old acquaintance...

From the conspiracy of the subway massacre, to the encounter with Catalina, to the treasure of Silver Knight Galt, this family has always been inextricably linked to Ed. Ed said nothing and nodded for him to continue.

Go on.

"You should know that Brandon, the eldest son of the old Prime Minister Herbert, is shrewd and good at maneuvering, while the other brothers are not very useful. Needless to say, after the death of Duke Herbert, the position of head of the family will inevitably be passed to Brandon

count."

Could it be that you want me to take action against Earl Brandon...?

Hearing this, Ed couldn't help but become nervous. Not to mention that he was Catalina's biological father. He was the number one figure on the White Road in Silvermist City. Even the Divine Bureau could only partially compromise with him in exchange for local

Business support.

Dare to accept this kind of commission, unless he is desperate.

"Earl Brandon has two children: the eldest daughter Catalina and the second son Roderick. After the death of his wife, Earl Brandon never remarried. The eldest daughter Catalina was ill in bed when she was young. I'm afraid she will die.

Days are numbered, so the burden of succession falls on Roderick's shoulders."

"...However, for some reason, Catalina suddenly miraculously recovered, and the family's heir issue once again fell into dispute."

He wants to attack Catalina? Ed seems to have heard some clues, but he can't guess the other party's real purpose. If it is really detrimental to Catalina, he must warn Catalina immediately...
Chapter completed!