"This is the weapons arsenal."

Luo Lin leaned against the wall and tapped the wooden door on the left with her thumb. She looked at the tall and thin young man in front of her with eyes full of regret.

Ten minutes ago, she had been dreaming about having a charming and romantic relationship with this beautiful boy, but after seeing the hanging stockings, she suddenly understood that the two were not from the same world at all.

Because she is just a normal person, it is difficult for her to empathize with people with special quirks.

"OK, thanks."

Anthony nodded slightly, his face as calm as water, but his tightly clenched fists revealed that he was not calm at the moment. If possible, he wanted to distance himself from the relationship with the handbag.

But now it seems that no matter what the explanation is, no one should believe it - if a man carries such a handbag home in the middle of the night, except for married men, he is either a pervert or a criminal.

"You are welcome."

The light shone on Rowling's slightly pale face, and the woman smiled softly: "The weapons warehouse contains some spiritual remnants. Although it is not as good as those extraordinary items, there are still some strange things.

characteristics, please choose carefully, and according to the rules, each person can only choose one.”

"good."

Anthony responded in a low voice, stretched out his hand to push the door open, and couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

What appeared before him was an endless array of weapons.

Starting with long knives and cross guns, followed by the oldest flintlock guns and revolvers...

Of course, weapons are not all here. Anthony looked up and saw some bright armor hanging on the wall here, including heavy white iron armor produced in the Plantagenet era, and silver scale armor with medieval characteristics.

Many of the weapons here can be displayed at auctions, and some are even the only ones in the world, but they are all placed here because of the residual spirituality contained in them.

Anthony randomly pulled out a long knife and tried the edge. The blade easily cut his finger. The knife was covered with thick dust, but it was still as sharp as a hair.

"Very good, but it doesn't look like a nobleman to use a knife..."

Anthony grunted lowly and threw the knife aside.

He also has his own considerations. With the help of that strange parchment notebook, he now has three extraordinary items, namely the "Magic Hat", "Salvation" and "Mithril Ring". These items are used for

It is obviously more than enough to cope with ordinary work.

And those bulky armors hanging on the wall are obviously not suitable for him - they were used to charge into battle during the war, and with his current physique, it is difficult to wear such things.

The "Assassin" potion did bring a great improvement to his body, whether it was agility or explosive power, but while taking the "Assassin" potion, he also took the "Mechanic" potion.

The disadvantages of this potion were perfectly reflected in his body - his durability became very poor, and his body became much more fragile than before.

If he was a warrior who could fight protracted battles with his enemies with his excellent physique before, then his fighting style can only be completely changed now, becoming an explosive assassin who lurks in the shadows and can kill with one strike.

So what kind of extraordinary items do assassins need?

Anthony moved his eyes to the wooden cabinet not far away. There were many simple small objects on this dressing table-like thing, including women's hairpins, bracelets, and even some gold necklaces...

He subconsciously wanted to grab the heavy-looking golden necklace, but after picking up the necklace, his eyes were attracted by what was underneath the necklace.

It was a wooden box about the size of a fist.

"It's interesting."

Anthony thought for a moment, put down the necklace in his hand, reached out and opened the wooden box. Inside was a strange coin of unknown material, about the size of a human eye, and nothing else.

Reaching out to pick up the coin, it felt cold to the touch.

Gently brushing the dust off the coin with your thumb, the side of the coin facing Anthony revealed the ferocious side face of a snake-haired woman.

After seeing the pattern on the coin clearly, Anthony was stunned for a moment, then turned it over to the side, took a closer look at the serrations on it, and finally identified the object in his hand.

This is a Medusa gold coin from the ancient Hellai period. It is said to be a symbol that can resist all jealousy and evil in the world.

"Very interesting stuff..."

Without any other thought, Anthony immediately determined that this was what he needed. An orphan like this would always have a fatal attraction for history students like him.

He tossed the coin and slowly returned to the door, where Rowling was waiting for him.

"So fast?"

The brown-haired girl said in surprise: "In the past, when those guys went in, they usually had to wait for several hours!"

"When I see something I like, I don't want to pick any more." Anthony smiled softly and handed the coin in his hand to Rowling, completely forgetting the discomfort just now.

"What's the use of this thing?" Rowling glanced at the Medusa gold coin in her hand and couldn't help but said: "Mr. Anthony, the 'Agent' is the most dangerous action department in the 'Night Watch'. I suggest you continue

Think about it, this thing doesn't bring you any real improvement."

"I've already thought about it, thanks for reminding me."

Anthony smiled, took the coin back, and then walked straight to the first floor of the police station.

It was getting late and he was a little sleepy.

The lobby of the police station was now empty. Anthony sighed, picked up the handbag he had left by the door, and staggered towards his residence.

...

After returning home, he reached out and turned on the gas lamp in the room, then threw himself heavily on the bed, feeling the softness under his body, and felt that the world was so beautiful.

But at this moment, an uncoordinated voice sounded in his ears.

He turned around and took a look, but it was the parchment he had placed beside his pillow.

The pages of the parchment automatically opened without any wind, and slowly opened to the next page: "The Coin of Destiny, a magical item that does not belong to any path."

Anthony was stunned for a moment, took the Medusa coin out of his pocket, played with it a few times, and then looked at the parchment again.

The beautiful cursive letters continued: "This is an extraordinary item that has existed in history for a long time. It has been obtained many times, but has been abandoned and sealed many times. It has the characteristics of 'living',

The zero point will throw itself every day. If it is thrown on the front, it can bring good luck to the thrower for the day, and the opposite is true on the back."

"It's pretty good stuff."

Anthony touched his chin: "Although there is a bit of gambling in it, if you are lucky, it would be great to be on the positive side for a long time."

"However, according to the speculations of past holders, the probability of tossing this coin itself is unfair, and the probability of heads is only one-third."

The writing speed of the cursive characters was not fast, just like a girl writing in a diary: "And the coin itself has the characteristic of 'accumulation', that is, the more heads it has, the greater the good luck will be.

The more tails there are, the opposite is true.”

The smile on Anthony's face suddenly froze. When he looked at the coin in his hand again, there was deep fear in his eyes, but the content on the page did not end there.

"If the coin itself is left unowned, its scope of influence will automatically extend to the surrounding environment."
Chapter completed!