"Transaction of extraordinary items? It's difficult, but there is a transaction of extraordinary materials here, and that kid spends most of his salary there."

Merlin pointed at Norby and said.

"What is the minimum number of materials needed to create a C-level magic item?"

Annick asked curiously whether his blood-devouring weapon was good, but it was a bit short, and he needed to get close enough to get close to the distance of close combat.

"Let's start with two or three hundred pounds. Including auxiliary things, I think four hundred pounds is necessary."

Forget it, it's worth my year's salary, unless that extraordinary creature without eyes comes to provoke me.

Annick gave up the decision to make another weapon. He had a hymn of life, and he had no shortage of armor for the time being. If he could carry it physically, he would use the revolver as a long-range output for the time being.

"Let's eat. I see the appetizers are almost here."

While the four of them were enjoying Luke's famous dish of roasted foie gras, a group of guys wearing blue police uniforms walked in.

The leader had a beard and a wide-brimmed hat. A total of eight police officers sat at two tables, shouting orders. Annick noticed that four of them had V-shaped epaulettes at one table, and four patrol officers without insignia were at one table.

table.

"Why did you meet some weirdos over there with the little black man? This meal is no longer delicious." One of the policemen said.

The leader, the middle-aged police chief with a beard, said loudly: "Keep your voice down, it's not good for the officers at the next table to hear. Isn't this a new addition? Look, look at the police title. We are so busy that we are only intermediate and junior police officers."

Sir, I am already a junior police inspector."

"Mr. Arthur, I am different. I must be a freak. Otherwise, how could I control the following three weirdos?"

"Hahaha, you are right."

The patrolman's table didn't dare to make a sound, only the table close to him laughed extravagantly.

"Weapons, where are my weapons?" After hearing this, Matthew forgot that his two swords were left in Section 9. Nolbe rummaged through his pockets and took out a box of matches and a metal tube.

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Merlin reprimanded loudly: "What do you want to do, demolish this? Follow the section chief's arrangements."

Annick did not raise his head and continued to cut his foie gras with a knife and fork and said: "Keep eating, eat until you are full. If you break this compensation, you will only be able to eat takeout for a month. Of course, some people estimate that you can only eat takeout for half a year."

Time for fish and chips.”

"It's great to have money."

A young police officer at the next table said dissatisfiedly.

Annick picked up his knife and fork, stuck a piece of foie gras in his mouth and said, "It's great to have money. Can you afford pure Luke's foie gras?"

"you."

"Eat." Chief Arthur, who took the lead, stopped his subordinates from continuing to speak.

Although it was not cool to be disturbed, Annick and the four of them still finished the meal slowly. While the four of them were tasting the desserts, the group of North District policemen walked out, and a guy walking at the end wrote:

middle finger.

"It seems that we will have to do an extra post-meal digestion exercise when we go out." Annick said while eating lemon pudding.

Nolbe used a spoon to scrape the pudding in the cup. After making sure that everything was gone, he said, "Leave it all to you, section chief. Anyway, their captain is at the same level as you, section chief."

"What, are you afraid of causing trouble?"

Merlin explained helpfully: "No, it's simply because this guy either died or was seriously injured when he shot, or because your skills are flexible, captain. By the way, captain, your teleportation skills don't consume magic power when used? And what's the price?"

It consumes magic power, but I feel that my magic power reserve is almost as good as that of a demigod. Of course, Annick would not say anything like this in Versailles.

"Well, it consumes a lot of magic power. I have enough magic power to use it about ten times. In fact, the biggest consumption is concentration. After all, you have to concentrate to make sure where you want to teleport. This skill is not as strong as you think. Teleportation

The distance is only a few dozen yards. As for the cost? This is a secret."

Annick's speech seemed normal. After all, the price of a transcendent's ability to use is a secret, especially the higher the rank, the easier it is to be targeted.

"Okay, it's fun to use your fists to create airflow. It won't hurt anyone."

That thing is called internal power. Of course, when talking about this, Annick remembered his old classmate, the guy who had been looking for the way to become extraordinary but was unwilling to pay the price.

"He has to go abroad. Although the captain said that only he knows my secret, who knows that the Rose Cross Society will not re-investigate this man-made extraordinary plan. By then, Brandon Lynch might sell me out.

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"Section Chief, what are you doing here? We'll pay the bill and go back."

"I'm coming."

The meal cost 5 pounds and 5 shillings. The overspending was not big. The four of them opened the door and were on their way back.

"Whoosh."

Several snowballs flew towards the four people.

It was too slow, Annick tilted his body casually and brushed himself over.

"Oh, who is so wicked?"

Norbert, who was the slowest to react among the four, was hit in the middle of his head, causing a swelling as big as half an egg.

"Hahaha, sirs, don't worry, we are just having a snowball fight."

Four policemen who had just eaten together in a restaurant were laughing wildly on the second floor of the building next to them. There were a lot of snow and prepared snowballs piled next to them.

Matthew pulled the three of them down and squatted down behind a low wall, where they could avoid the snowballs and sights from the opposite side.

Merlin teased: "Norbe, is your head made of water? It swells up so easily."

Norbert patted the snowflakes off his head, then picked up the snowball that fell on the ground. After removing the snow on the outer layer of the snowball, a stone was revealed inside.

"Tsk tsk, do you want to play like this?"

Annick said with a smile, "You guys can help attract attention. Nolbe, just find a place to hide."

Looking at Annick's smile, the three of them knew that he had an idea. Merlin and Matthew jumped a few steps ahead and mocked.

"On point, boys, haven't you had lunch? Why don't you find a class if your salary is so low?"

"I'm so angry, just wait."

The snowballs fell like raindrops towards the two of them. For the two extraordinary beings, such slow snowballs were naturally as slow as a slow movie, and they easily dodged them.

Annick saw that their eyes were drawn away, looked at the three-story building, and used his skill.

"Teleport!"

Annick instantly appeared in the blind spot of the four people's vision upstairs and looked down at the height of the roof, which was about twelve yards.

"Magic gathers."

The magic power bursting out from his mind gathered along the veins on Annick's legs.

Take a deep breath and squat down.

"ha."

Annick roared loudly and jumped up, jumping to a height of more than ten yards.

"I saw it."

After determining the location of the four people, Annick used his skill.

"Teleport!"

The four of them were still struggling to throw the snowball downstairs, completely unaware that Annick was already a few steps behind them.

"Okay, I'll give you a surprise."
Chapter completed!