Mr. Stork and Mr. Oystercatcher left the church first.
Gilan is sitting alone on a wooden bench.
He was the only one left in the entire small church of 70 to 80 square meters.
In addition to the four rows of wooden chairs on both sides, there is only a shabby old wooden notice stand directly in front. Even the stone statue of Omer on the wall is only half a meter high.
It was a thin man with long hair, regular and soft features, and only a fig leaf covering his body. He was nailed to the cross, with his head hanging down and a faint smile on his face.
Gilan stood up.
As soon as he left the church, he stopped at the door.
Because he heard tapping footsteps and melodic whistles, faintly coming from the church alley on the left.
Looking back.
I saw a suspicious figure shrouded in black robes, pacing back and forth in the alley. But soon, the man suddenly stopped again, crossed his fingers and clenched his fists, lowered his head and prayed towards the church.
At first glance, he looks like a devout believer.
After the stranger prayed, he turned his head and looked at Gilan.
Under the hood, there is a pair of golden vertical pupils with playful eyes.
'Windmill Cat?!'
Gilan couldn't help but be surprised.
In Apocalyptic Dream's impression, the other party should appear under the windmill outside the city, but for some reason he came here.
He did not come forward to make contact with her, but instead withdrew his gaze and walked away quickly.
According to the guidance of Apocalyptic Dream, Gilan roughly understood the potential trading rules of "Windmill Cat".
First, the trading chips must be the "corpse of the strong", but if the transaction does not satisfy it, then it will eat the trader mercilessly.
Secondly, it is best to conduct the transaction only once. The first time is absolutely safe. But starting from the second time, there is a chance that it will directly eat the trader. The further back, the greater the chance.
Gilan secretly guessed the strength of "Windmill Cat".
Originally, Apocalyptic Dream, the other party gave him an unparalleled sense of oppression. It wasn't until he actually met Gilan that he realized that he had underestimated the other party.
Windmill Cat has an elusive sense of mystery that makes his hair stand on end.
Unfathomable and dangerous.
That is definitely a powerful existence on the same level as "Healing Knights" deputy leader and "Silver Crown Knight" Agni.
The current self is definitely no match.
But when Gilan left the church a hundred meters away and walked around the corner of the street.
A figure in black robes was already leaning against the wall at some point, waiting for him here.
"Oh, my delicious friend, where are you going in such a hurry?"
The other party turned around to look, and the golden-haired cat face under the hood grinned.
Gilan felt a chill in his heart.
"Who are you?" He pretended to be confused.
"Ah, I am 'Windmill Cat', just a traveling businessman passing through this place. My delicious friend, are you interested in trading with me?"
The body under the black robe was shaking with excitement for some unknown reason.
"I have many treasures here, let's take a look."
As he spoke, a piece of parchment flew out from under Windmill Cat's black robe and floated into Gilan's hand.
He looked down.
The list that was not clear in the dream is now clear.
"Tin sulfur, a mysterious material, can be used for medicine, forging or rituals, etc."
"Salt crystal, a mysterious material, can be used for medicine, forging or rituals, etc."
"Spirit Mystic Dust, advanced mysterious material..."
"Yao eggs, mysterious materials..."
"Red mercury, mysterious material..."
"The panacea, the alchemical potion, can cure all diseases and get rid of suffering."
"Bitter Throat Medicine, alchemical potion..."
There are a bunch of product names written densely on the parchment, almost all of which are mysterious materials or alchemy potions, and there are also a few strange and weird things.
Gilan is unfamiliar with most of these products.
However, there were four products among them that caught his attention.
First, it must be a "panacea."
The description is really exaggerated and it can cure all diseases.
Gilan is very interested in this potion, but at the same time, he has some doubts.
Not only because of its outrageous efficacy, but also because "Windmill Cat" itself was very suspicious. It was hard not to make him wonder if this mysterious cat-headed man with strange behavior was playing tricks.
The other three products are named "tin-sulfur", "Spirit Mystic Dust" and "furnace green" respectively.
The reason why these three things attract Gilan's attention is that they are the main materials of "Green Gunpowder".
Just mash these three mysterious materials and mix them in a ratio of 16:2:3 to become Sabbatai's unique alchemy "Green Gunpowder".
"Why don't you have a price tag on these products?"
Gilan took the parchment and asked Windmill Cat.
Windmill Cat opened its mouth wide and its densely packed fangs began to wriggle. It smiled and said:
"You can exchange the corpse of a strong man with me. As for the specific price, oh, you, the delicious guest, will evaluate it. If you can satisfy me, then the deal will naturally be concluded... This is very interesting, isn't it?"
'Funny ass!'
Gilan cursed secretly.
Others may not be able to hear this guy's subtext, but how could he not know it?
If Windmill Cat is not satisfied, it will eat the trader himself!
But Gilan then thought about it, wouldn't Purification Squad's group of guys and Wolf-Faced Hunters's body be used to trade with Windmill Cat...
Anyway, I also plan to deal with Purification Squad, and at the same time, it is not easy to expose "Iridescence" to Corruption Wolf-Faced Hunters.
Put this waste to use!
"I will go find the body now and I will satisfy you."
Gilan handed the parchment back and said in a deep voice.
Hearing his words, Windmill Cat's big golden cat head started to shake, and it let out a scary and weird laugh:
"Ah ah ah ah, good, good! Come back quickly, my delicious friend!"
Gilan stopped communicating with him and left quickly.
And Windmill Cat leaned against the wall lazily, staring meaningfully at his back with his golden vertical pupils, watching him go away.
After a while.
Gilan quietly came downstairs to the hotel where Purification Squad stayed.
He looked around to make sure no one was there, then jumped up, grabbed the wooden eaves of the store door with both hands, and climbed onto the awning.
Thanks to his agility, the whole process was silent.
Immediately he leaned against the wall and listened.
In the room on the second floor, there was some conversation through the wooden window:
"Captain, why don't you let me lead a team of four to chase down the members of the secret society and kill them... while you lead the other members to act according to the original plan?"
"The risk is too great, reject it."
"We have already reduced our number by four, and dividing our manpower further will only give the enemy a chance to defeat them one by one... I am certain that the Assembly member wearing the white owl mask must be a master, otherwise it would be impossible to kill Camp and Yara in such a short period of time."
"After another five minutes of rest, we will act as a group. We will first approach the local guard's camp as 'mercenaries', and then start massacring..."
"Only by killing enough people can we attract the attention of 'Healing Knights'. They are about to arrive, and we can use this to exchange for the favor of the knights, so as to find out more about the origins of this group of people and record them in the record."
"Yes, Captain."
Gilan held his breath and focused his eyes.
'It seems that this Purification Department already knows a lot about <Rongdeng Great Plague#2>, and plans to conquer "Healing Knights"...'
Killing intent flashed in his eyes.
'But how can I let you do what you want.'
Gilan deliberately reached into the inside of the windbreaker, actually using the dimensional space, and took out a palm-sized brown iron pot.
It is the last Orlando Exorcism Pot.
Goo.
Pressing the metal protrusion on the spout of the pot with his thumb, Gilan threw it into the crack of the wooden window with an expressionless face.
Immediately, he took out the revolver, pulled the trigger directly towards the direction where the voice came from, and opened up the firepower.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!