Chapter 318 Chapter 317 Windtalker Formula

Because it was too cold outside, Camus returned to the hotel after coming out of Jialan Exchange. Because of today's deeds, he was under unparalleled pressure. After all, Jack's matter was not dealt with, and the Candlelight Club seemed to be in Billing City. Now it is even red. The ladies all appeared, which made him feel like a puppet with its strings cut off, being torn apart by the wind, not knowing where his target was.

Windspeaker's recipe: one solidified crystal, 10 grams of storm essence, rhombus silver ore powder, one tail feather of the harpy, the juice of Roland's wood, and 50 grams of pure distilled water.

Lying on the bed, Camus carefully recalled the formula in his mind. Currently, his soul power was only a little beyond the second-level standard, and was still far from the third level. The only way to quickly improve his strength was through the meteorologist path. Although he He knew the makeup artist's curse, but the faceless man's ability was not enough to cast the curse. In his understanding, he had to reach at least the stage three standard before he could reluctantly use the makeup artist's curse.

"I have enough soul power and money to buy the materials, but the knowledge required to advance as a Wind Whisperer is a big problem? How can I understand the secrets of the Wind Whisperer?" Kamuo, who couldn't find a way to improve, fell helplessly. On the bed, just at this moment, he suddenly saw a few snowflakes blowing in through the cracks in the window. He squinted his eyes for a while, and then suddenly realized.

"Yes, the knowledge my makeup artist needs to advance all revolves around mirrors. For example, makeup artists in stage one need to learn to use mirrors, and faceless men in stage two need makeup and voice-changing techniques, all of which revolve around mirrors. Is this the case with Windtalkers, which revolves around meteorologists?”

"Meteorologist: Can temporarily change weather changes within a certain range, and can predict weather changes in advance."

"Wind Whisperer: Understanding the Changes of the Wind."

Camus whispered the interpretation of the two stages. It was undeniable that meteorologists had indeed begun to advance in the field of meteorology. As for the wind changes described in stage two, they needed their own confirmation.

"It's no use staying at home, let's go out and learn about the mysteries of meteorologists." Camus put on his thick coat, looked at the wind and snow outside, and walked out of the hotel under the surprised eyes of the hotel owner.

"Huh..." The cold icy wind mixed with biting snowflakes hit Camus' face. Camus felt the mystery of the weather while walking. Unknowingly, Camus came to a familiar place, the cafe in front of the club. , due to the weather, there was no one else in the cafe except a young man wearing a monocle. Camus changed into his previous appearance in a secret place and opened the door. The store manager's face changed drastically when he saw him coming, and he ran over to grab him. Stopped his hand.

"Baron Roy asked me to tell you to leave Billing City as soon as possible. That old guy Saruman has said that he must kill you."

Kamiao smiled faintly upon hearing this, "We'll see."

"Are you really crazy? Anyway, my words have been brought to you. I wish you good luck." Seeing that Camus didn't care, the boss sighed and walked back. He could remind Camus that he already cares about Baron Roy. It's all about saving face, and it's none of his business whether the other party listens or not.

"A glass of fruit wine, a piece of white bread, a piece of lamb stewed with potatoes, and a vegetable platter." Seeing his expression, Camus smiled faintly. For some reason, he noticed that he had changed a lot since his resurrection. , whether he likes women's clothing, sympathizes with women, or has an indifferent personality, if he had provoked a high-end person like Saruman before, he would have gone into hiding, but he just didn't want to hide, and he had to confront him.

"Did it swell? Maybe?" After thinking for a moment, Camus laughed at himself, pulled out a stool and sat down. Only then did he realize that the man wearing a monocle was also looking at him. He took off his top hat and smiled slightly. A smile.

"A glass of fruit wine for any gentleman, please."

"Oh... you..." The boss sighed after hearing this, but still didn't say anything.

"Thank you, it seems you are in trouble." The man wearing a monocle said calmly, and Camus smiled in front of him.

"Maybe it's not trouble, maybe it's a game?"

"Saruman is a game? This is the funniest thing I've ever heard. My name is Bingo." The man wearing a monocle laughed happily and said his name.

"Sherlock Conan." Kamius shrugged and said his name. The two of them looked at each other and smiled without saying anything. It was the first time for both of them to meet, and they did not have too in-depth communication.

After a while, the food came. Camus picked up the knife and fork and started to enjoy the food. After a while, Camus wiped his mouth indifferently and looked at Bingo.

"I'm curious, what are you doing here in such a cold weather? Are you here to experience the wonders of the weather like me?"

"I want to meet the person who offended Saruman. Roy is my uncle, and Mrs. Roy is my aunt. I didn't expect to see you. I didn't expect that despite the bad weather, I was pretty lucky."

Kamiao narrowed his eyes when he heard this. Normal people would stay at home in this kind of weather. She had just noticed that his eyes had been looking at her, and it seemed that he was really waiting for her.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, don't you want to play a game? How about adding another player?" Bingo stood up and looked at Kamius sincerely.

"Oh... It seems that I am lucky. Whenever I go out, I can meet people with some common goals." Kamius immediately understood who the other party was. This guy is probably the enemy of Count Saruman. Looking for Cooperate on your own.

"No... Saruman is not my target, he is Sister Caniso's target." Hearing this familiar name, Camus took a deep breath.

"Who are you?"

"The Discipline House, Sequence Five, Sky Path Stage Two 'Redeemer' Bingo." Bingo, wearing a monocle, spoke lightly, and Camus pondered for a moment.

"How do you know Kaniso's sister?"

"In addition to being a member of the Discipline House, I am also a bounty hunter. This is the reward she paid me, but I didn't expect her to die the next day." Bingo took out a purse with some dirt on it and poured out two gold coins and many silver coins.

"Since you are a player, you are eligible to share half of the reward." Bingo threw a gold coin over.

"That night, Kaniso's sister found us in a state of confusion, but no one took up her mission, because it was ridiculous to save people from Hanni for two gold coins, and she didn't expect us to take the mission, but I saw her body in the police station the next day."

Speaking of this, Bingo lowered his head, as if brewing something?

"She was dismembered alive, and I still knew it was her from the smell. Maybe there is always evil in this world, but there will also be a little justice." Hearing this, Camus looked at him solemnly.

"So you took on this mission with only two gold coins. Because you were not confident in your strength, you found me who also had a conflict with Saruman, but why did you look for me? Shouldn't you rescue Canisor?"

"I don't have teammates. Because of special reasons, the Discipline will not help me, so..." Bingo whispered, and Camus spoke lightly.

"Then I am your zero-hour teammate now."

"Oh..."

Bingo's mouth corners rose slightly when he heard it.

"Maybe we have to go to the grave of Sister Canisor to convey this happy news to her."

Camus' eyes sank slightly when he heard it, and he tried to make his tone calm.

"She was buried by me in the Justice Cemetery, which is in Queens, at the end of Justice Street."

"Then let's go." Camus put on his hat and spoke lightly.

The backs of the two people were getting farther and farther away in the wind and snow, but they didn't know that someone on the opposite side saw them.

Queens, Justice Street, Justice Cemetery, Camus and Bingo stood in the cemetery looking at the tombstone in front of them. It was an unnamed tombstone. Bingo looked at all this and spoke lightly.

"The only information is Kaniso. There are thousands of maids like her in Bilin City. I don't have time to check slowly." Bingo turned his head solemnly at this.

"Then Mr. Makeup Artist, do you want to continue to hide it?"

Camus's eyes condensed slightly, and she looked at Bingo in surprise.

"How do you know?"

"Smell, my nose has been specially modified and can distinguish thousands of smells. The dead police officer has the same smell as you."

"So that's the case, but there are guests." Camus immediately understood, and he suddenly turned his head to look to the side. He just felt that someone had broken into the wind and snow. This is the ability he has after being promoted to a meteorologist. In a certain range of weather, he can keenly feel the difference.

"What a terrifying ability." Bingo thought it was the ability of the makeup artist, and sighed with some admiration.

"Two people, one for each of us." Camus opened his eyes, and two men in black coats appeared in the blurry snow not far away. They also saw Camus and the two of them. For a moment, the atmosphere in the snow was a little subtle.

"Okay..." Bingo smiled coldly. Camus walked away and disappeared in the snow in the blink of an eye. One of the men in black on the opposite side also followed Camus away.

"Bastard..."

Seeing that there was no obstacle, Bingo looked at the man in black on the opposite side cruelly. The snow and wind beside him suddenly became stronger, and a huge transparent blade mixed with a biting cold wind slashed towards the opposite side.

"Death is salvation."

After doing this, Bingo murmured to the sky devoutly. The man in black robe on the opposite side grinned, revealing a mouthful of black teeth. He pulled off his coat, revealing his bulging muscles, and avoided the attack.

In the snowstorm on the other side, Camus spit out white and looked at the black-clad man opposite. He saw that the black-clad man had purple patterns on his face, so he looked a little ferocious. He opened his mouth and showed his broken tongue.

"Your... head is worth 1,000 gold coins."

Hearing the other party's vague words, Camus grinned.

"So I'm so valuable, but shouldn't you take a look at it?" As soon as the voice fell, the black-clad man hurriedly looked up, and saw ice cones as thick as wrists smashing down. He quickly stepped back a few steps to avoid the attack, and then he took out a magic book with an evil spirit cover in his hand.

"Dark Binding... Shadow Arrow." An anxious tone came out of his mouth, and the magic book on his body suddenly emitted a black light.

Camus suddenly felt two pale arms appear under his feet, grabbing his feet and making him unable to move. He stared and saw that the air on his body was twisted, and the shadow arrow missed, exploding a big pit three meters away from Camus.

"What's going on?"

The black-robed man was shocked when he saw the shadow arrow was off-center. Even if he aimed with his mind, it could be off-center?

"It's my turn." Seeing the other party continue to gather magic power, Camus raised his lips and spoke lightly.

"Cold..." The black-robed man saw cold snow falling on his head, soaking him in the blink of an eye. He looked at Camus with a sullen face, feeling very panicked. What kind of strange ability is this? He has never encountered it before? There was no sign at all, it came directly.

"Ice..." Seeing the other party frozen to the point of being blue, Camus grinned and uttered another word.

"Ka... Ka... No", the man in black cried out in his heart when he heard Camus utter this word, but his body was already frozen stiff and he couldn't move at all. He saw white icicles gradually emerging from his wet body, freezing him in place in the blink of an eye.

"Tsk tsk, the bonus of cold weather is too high. It seems that the ability of meteorologists depends on the climate." Looking at the white ice sculpture in the wind and snow, Camus suddenly snapped his fingers.

"Pah..." A small storm appeared not far away, and the body of the man in black was blown to the ground. Camus looked at him indifferently, waiting for him to die.

"It's still different from Sequence Twelve. Bai's freezing ability can freeze people to death in an instant, and even the soul can't escape, but meteorologists are well-rounded and have their own advantages." A few seconds later, seeing the other party's soul floating up, Camus smiled coldly and took out the mirror, and sealed him in the mirror in the eyes of the man in black who couldn't believe it.

"Done, let's go and take a look." Camus kicked the ice sculpture into pieces and walked away indifferently.