After a brief darkness.
Cole opened his eyes and the surrounding environment was still so familiar, wet and dirty.
Finally back?
Check the time. As stated by the system, the time of the main world has not changed since he entered the soul summoning I world.
Because it''s late at night and it''s almost dawn.
Outside the street, there was a faint sound of car sirens, and occasionally the laughter and slapstick of early rising students passing by.
Hold your left hand. The scar on it has completely disappeared.
He got up and threw the paper bag left after eating bread into the trash can. Out of curiosity about his new ability, he launched his seventh vision ability and looked at the low rent apartment that was too broken to be broken and covered with mildew all day.
After a brief mystery silence.
Turn off the seventh vision quickly and happily.
Cole decided to start now and rent a luxury single apartment in the capital center.
Twelve thousand West pounds.
With the purchasing power of the world, it is no less than a huge sum of money.
The more than two hundred pounds he had previously used to buy clothes and shoes were saved by the former owner from poverty subsidies and odd jobs during his four years of study at the imperial Royal demon hunting college.
Although the coat he is wearing now can not compare with the high-grade goods of those dignitaries, it is not affordable for a poor student.
Pure handmade luxury.
Otherwise, he wouldn''t meet the Finley girl. That guy wouldn''t go to the neighborhood where the poor live.
On the way, Cole began to figure out how to spend the income.
For security and personal privacy.
The rent of the high-grade apartment in the Imperial Center is about 300 pounds a month. It''s no problem to rent it for half a year.
With the rest of the money, you can consider spending about £ 1000 on a popular private car, hiring a driver, and then buying a more formal suit.
Who doesn''t want to be a face person?
Maybe you can humiliate Celia Finley''s rotten crotch coin pool at the graduation ceremony.
In the early morning after the rain, there was water all over the street, and the sea breeze was particularly cold.
Cole tightened his collar and bought a freshly baked hot bread with barbecue and cheese in it.
Stop in front of a building.
Looking up, a huge billboard said ''Hoshi Automobile Company''.
After a selection, I bought a pure black classic car very similar to the blue star at the end of the 19th century. Well... In the Mongolian Empire, I can call it a horsey limousine.
The top speed is 80 kilometers per hour.
The leather interior is very exquisite.
Driving on the street is the embodiment of middle-class and upper class identity.
The sales manager of the company asked him to introduce a driver. About an hour later, a tall and strong middle-aged man wearing a black windbreaker, a gray scarf, a top hat and polished brown shoes came.
He took off his hat and asked very politely, "excuse me, are you Mr. walker?"
"Yes."
"Hello, I''m AVA Shaw. I heard you need a driver."
Cole sat on a bench in the lobby of the car company with a cigarette in one hand and said indifferently, "fifteen pounds a month. You can rest while I''m away."
Most drivers on the market earn about ten pounds a month, and Cole''s price of fifteen pounds is already very high.
The middle-aged man standing in front of him, not too excited, took his hat back and said, "I''m glad to serve you, Mr. walker. Where are we going now?"
"Take me to Burton building."
On the way, they had a brief conversation. Cole knew that this guy was the private driver of the big man with the largest underground power in Fu klin province.
He was thrown into prison for six years. It was his first job after he got out of prison.
No wonder he always thinks this guy looks familiar.
A standard Mafia style dress.
Good guy, there are colt M1911 and Chicago typewriter in the windbreaker.
So why would the boss of the car shop recommend such a driver to him?
From the subsequent conversation, he found the answer.
Although Cole''s appearance is no different from his usual appearance, he now reveals a unique temperament of "not a good man" from the inside to the outside than the poor demon hunter apprentice in the past.
Just like Lorraine Warren always thought he was a bounty hunter active in the impossible zone.
Silent, always cold expression.
The same black coat of the Mafia, shiny leather shoes, likes to frown and smoke.
Especially his eyes.
The manager of the automobile company has no other specialty, but he is very good at observing words and expressions.
Just look at Cole and he can see that this guy is definitely a tough character.
Unfortunately, he mistook the identity of Kor demon hunter as the leader of the emerging underground forces in the imperial capital.
This will introduce AVA Shaw with the same background to him.
Ordinary car drivers dare not drive for such people!
Ava''s expression became very unnatural when he learned the identity of Cole''s demon hunter apprentice.
Although the Mafia are outlaws, who is not afraid of demon hunters in this world?
Those guys who walk on the edge of death and deal with demons and ghosts every day.
After a while, he said awkwardly, "no wonder you are willing to pay me fifteen pounds a month..."
In other words.
No one wants to do this job for more money.
If it hadn''t been for the sake of supporting his family, he would have got off and ran away before the car drove to Burton building.
Asked AVA to pick him up at eight, Cole rented a high-end apartment on the 16th floor for 299 pounds a month.
24-hour hot water and room service.
Finally, he didn''t have to stay in that dirty and shabby cheap rental house. He hung his coat on the shelf, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and stood in front of the window overlooking the city. Cole was in a much better mood for a moment.
"Sylvie, don''t hide. Come out."
"Ah... Ah? Mr. Cole, have you found me?"
After leaving the world of evocation I, Cole already had the psychic ability of the seventh vision.
This ability is like a passive skill that can be switched on and off actively.
I tried to use it in my old house, um... God knows how many people died miserably in that apartment. In short, it can be described in one sentence: the house of the underworld.
No wonder that Cole died of a cold in the past.
Surrounded by a bunch of ghosts every day, even if they are not aggressive, the cumulative erosion will gradually make a person''s body worse.
Ask Sylvie to make him a cup of black tea first, then sit in a chair and start looking at the ghost maid rewarded by the system.
Very modern maid restaurant with the same dress.
The gray hair ends with a red butterfly into a horsetail, and there are two red spots on the face... Or a birthmark?
As described in the system, she is not good at fighting, and even very timid.
Seeing that there was no work to do here, he started his skills, made a cup of black tea for Cole from the void, then hid in the buckle of his coat and hesitated, "for example... If there was nothing else, I wouldn''t come out."
Cole said as he drank tea, "there''s no one else here."
"I... I know! Although it''s bad to comment on the employer like this, Mr. Cole, your appearance and breath scared me."