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As he said, Mr. Lightning palmed his hand.

A card similar to an ID card appeared in his palm with a golden lightning icon painted on it.

"The reason why it is called the card club is that all members who join the organization can get a card as a status symbol."

Mr. Lightning played the card in his hand, faintly.

"In fact, before, I planned to invite the gravekeeper to join the organization, but unfortunately he is already dead."

Karen frowned slightly and said coldly, "Are there no rules for recruiting members in your organization?"

"As long as the strength is similar, anyone can join."

Mr. Lightning had a brisk tone and smiled, "Didn't you say that before, the card club has no restrictions on members."

Karen pondered for a moment, then shook her head.

"Sorry, I need to think about it."

The invitation of the card club did not appeal to Karen too much. After all, he still didn't know the nature of this organization, but according to Mr. Lightning's attitude, it seemed that this was a loose organization.

"Well, Mr. Crow is welcome to join at any time."

Mr. Lightning didn't force it, leaning slightly behind him, and then disappeared into a golden light.

Karen looked around and couldn't help shaking her head.

The appearance of Mr. Lightning is confusing, and the other party's attitude is weird. Although he has invited Karen to join the card club, naturally Karen will not fully believe it and relax her vigilance.

...

After the party on Sycamore Street, Karen returned to Glen Street.

Life began to calm down, and as time went on, Glen Street gradually recovered. After the Black Sun Church fell into silence, the residents of the outer city seemed to have forgotten the previous arson incident.

On this day, Glen Street.

On the feasting streets, the Orioles showed off their hot figures generously, soliciting guests on the street at the price of dozens of magic bills.

Flower and Wine Bath, third floor.

In the bedroom, Karen slowly opened her eyes, and there seemed to be moonlight floating all over her body. She just finished her meditation.

"Protoss, call up my physical data." Karen ordered.

Karen Campbell

Professional knight, third-level apprentice

Strength 43, Constitution 43, Agility 43, Spirit 37

Skill North Wind Swordsmanship v9

Passive Silver Wolf Howl v1, Overture of the Dead v7

Rune bear power, wolf blood, soul out of the orifice, shark tears, soul thorn, soul power, spirit flame, blood spell, snake venom, psychic, red dragon wrath, ghost pupil, brand, lion roar, moonlight

Soul Power 3500

Normal condition

Looking at the data panel in front of her, Karen frowned slightly.

The attributes are almost the same as last time. Although the growth of mental power has improved, it has also entered a slow period.

Karen has not used that 3000 points of soul power.

In his heyday, his combat effectiveness is already at its limit, and the third-level apprentice can easily defeat it, even a wizard can contend slightly.

But it takes some time to surpass the power of wizards.

Gu condensed his spirit power into runes, which didn't improve Karen much. He already had enough runes.

Moreover, as he lives in Harrington, he has more understanding of runes.

Runes are the source of power for the transcendent, and the number of runes that each transcendent can master is actually related to spiritual power. If there are too many runes in the sea of ​​consciousness before being promoted to the wizard, it may also cause harm to oneself. Influence.

Even too many runes may cause the sea of ​​consciousness to fall into chaos.

Karen only got this kind of information at the last gathering. For the transcendents of Herrington, it was basic common sense, but for Karen, it was very important information.

Suddenly, there was a noise outside.

Karen walked to the window and looked down. In the tavern not far away, a conflict seemed to be taking place.

Bang!

A **** was thrown out of the tavern, followed by a woman's screams and other **** yelling.

Karen frowned slightly.

Since Glen Street resumed its liveliness, similar things have happened several times. Male creatures after drinking, when they have nowhere to vent their energy, will always cause trouble, but Glen Street is the site of the Musketeer Club.

Every place in this block is regularly enshrined by the Musketeers in exchange for protection.

During this period of time, every time someone asked for trouble, it was handled by Karen's gangsters.

Those gangsters are ordinary people, but dealing with some drunks is easy, Karen is only responsible for giving orders.

However, it seems a little different today.

In the tavern where the conflict occurred, several gangsters were thrown out, obviously encountering things that could not be handled.

Boom boom boom!

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside.

Karen shook her head helplessly. It seemed that it was impossible for her to practice peacefully.

He grabbed a coat and put it on him.

After that, he opened the door and walked straight to the tavern before Lirila could speak.

"Boss Karen, you finally came."

The **** who was being taught quickly got up, covered his face and said, "The **** inside drank and didn't pay, so he dared to beat others."

Karen nodded slightly, then walked in.

At this time, the tavern was in a mess. The guests had already ran away. The boss hid behind the counter and dared not say anything. On a table, a strong young man was holding two shivering Orioles.

"You are the boss of this block?"

The young man with short hair flushed ~www.readwn.com~ Apparently he had drunk a lot of alcohol, but his eyes were sober and he obviously did not lose consciousness.

"Huh! This ale is so terrible, you dare to ask Lao Tzu for money?"

The short-haired young man sneered, and stroked the Oriole in his arms with his palms, looked at Karen, and said, "Three thousand devil bills, as compensation for me!"

Karen looked calm, looking at the young man with short hair.

"People from Black Sun Church?" Karen said quietly after a while.

The face of the short-haired youth froze suddenly, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. He didn't know how Karen recognized his identity, but he pretended to be calm and waved the wine glass on the table to the ground.

"What black sun church, don't talk nonsense!"

The short-haired young man let go of the warbler in his arms, pretending to be drunk and said, "I am the guard of the Cameron family. Don't talk nonsense. Today, there is no three thousand banknotes. Be careful I tear down your broken tavern."

Karen narrowed her eyes, her thoughts flickered.

The reason why the identity of the other party can be recognized is mainly because the members of the Black Sun Order have traces of flame burned on their bodies, which they call stigmata. Although the short-haired young man in front of him tried his best to cover it, Karen still paid attention. Then, the scar on his wrist was burned by fire.

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