Chapter 351

"Auntie, how do you sell this cake?" In the cake house of aunt Sophia in Kwame commercial street, north of Rouen District, a middle-aged man with white temples, wearing a gray windbreaker and a very low hat, pointed to the biggest and most exquisite cake in the counter and asked:

Aunt Sophia, who was fat in the cake house, still had her friendly smile on her face and said politely, "Sir, This cake costs only one shilling and five pence

The grey robed middle-aged man nodded. Instead of bargaining with his aunt for a penny or two, he took out his wallet and put two one penny bills on the counter. He said to his aunt, "please wrap the cake for me!"

"Don't worry, guest. I'll wrap it with the best cake box for you!" Seeing that this middle-aged man was so generous that she didn't bargain and made another three pence, aunt Sophia's smile brightened up and she said with a smile:

"Two shillings minus a penny and five shillings equals seven pence!" She took the cake out of the counter, put it in the box and gave it to the middle-aged man in grey robe. Aunt Sophia carefully felt two one shilling bills and confirmed that they were real. Then she put them into the box and said to herself. When she calculated the seven pence, she turned to give the change to the middle-aged man in grey robe who looked a little melancholy, But he found that the man in grey robe and the cake he bought had already disappeared in his own cake shop.

Walking on the broad street in the residential area, the grey robed man noticed which children were playing happily on the street. He stopped playing with the cake boxes in his hands and secretly watched the beautifully packaged cake boxes with rich cream aroma in his hands!

As more and more children peek at their cake boxes on the street, the middle-aged man in grey robes stops. He knows that the street he is now in is an ordinary residential area in the North District of roon, although it is not a complete slum like the south district, But most of the people who live here are workers in the roon factory or sailors who eat by the sea, and the children who are plainly dressed and generally with patches are undoubtedly the children of these people.

With the meager salary of workers and sailors of three or four shillings a month, there is no doubt that it is a luxury to spend one shilling and five pence to buy a cake to eat in such a high price city as Rouen.

"Would you like some cake? Then take it! "

Whispering to himself, the running man took the cake out of the box. Then he saw his hand shaking slightly. The big cake full of cream and dried fruits was evenly divided into more than ten pieces in an instant, and flew out to the greedy children.

When they saw the cake coming, green light appeared in their eyes. They immediately put down their toys, caught the cake and began to gobble it up.

After glancing at these delicious things, he didn't know how long he would be happy. The grey robed man shook his head slightly and continued his journey. When he bought the cake, he just wanted to buy the cake box. As for what the cake was, it didn't matter to send it out.

When he came to a deserted alley, the grey robed man looked around and made sure there was no one around him. After that, he gently stroked the simple ring on his finger. The four black pills appeared in his hand. He held the four black pills in his hand, and the other hand of the grey robed man was on each black pill, It was all a little bit, and with the action of the grey robed man, every black pill appeared a little bit of blue light, and then the blue light disappeared again and returned to the original appearance.

Seeing that the four black pills were all activated smoothly by himself, the grey robed man nodded and put them into the cake box without cake very carefully. After all, the grey robed man sorted out his grey windbreaker and walked out of the Hutong to the Bruges pub on the other side of the street.

"How do you do, sir? Are you alone?" As soon as she entered the tavern, the enthusiastic and energetic waitress took the initiative to greet the grey robed man

He waved his hand and refused the waiter's reception. The grey robed man walked straight to the private room area of the tavern. When he stopped at private room 17 and was about to enter, he heard a gloomy voice in his ear;

"No.17 private room, it's been rented for a long time, please don't disturb!"

Hearing the song, the grey robed man stopped pushing the door open and looked at the source of the voice. I don't know when, two meters to his left, there was a tall, cool looking woman in a white court skirt. At this time, the woman was annotating herself coldly.

After looking at the cold woman for a few eyes, the grey man shrugged and put the cake box he was holding on the ground. Then he pointed to the cake box on the ground and said, "this is what he wants. Time is tight, so it's unstable. If you have something with strong energy in your ring, I suggest you don't put this thing in the space ring, otherwise it will depend on your luckWith that, the men in grey robes, without any hesitation, turned and left the tavern.

"Mr. Connor, I didn't expect that you and I would meet under such circumstances. In order to meet you, I put on this damn dress!" Just as the grey robed man was about to walk out of the tavern, the voice of the cold woman came to him again, but this time it belonged to the wizard.

When he heard the unknown woman calling himself Mr. Connor, the man in the grey robe immediately stopped and stopped at the door. At this time, the voice of the woman in white sounded in his ear again

"Nice to meet you. My name is Martina conte. I didn't expect you to have such a research on transvestition, I didn't recognize you

Just as the woman who claimed to be Martina was about to say something more, the man in the grey robe started his own pace again and left the tavern without looking back.

After walking into the deserted woods several streets away, the grey robe man glanced around and confirmed that no one was paying attention to him. After that, he took off the mask as thin as cicada wings from his face and put away the grey robe he was wearing