The New York Templar Survival Guide

On the Manhattan Stock Exchange floor, Richard winced at the throbbing sea of numbers. The Alchemist Brotherhood's hunting order had actually been made into an NFT, updating his coordinates in real time on the blockchain.

“Redeeming Dragonglass coins?” The bank teller looked at the medieval gold coins Richard pulled out, “You can try Master Wang in Chinatown.”

In the pawnshop, Feng Shui master Lao Wang sucked the gold coin with a compass, “99.9% pure Orphic metal, melted down it can fast-charge a cell phone.” He suddenly lowered his voice, “Recently there's a group of people in suits looking for motorcycle riders who can breathe fire.”

Richard knocked over the celadon vase when he turned around, and the shards actually automatically spelled out the fraternity logo. Old Wang suddenly threw out a red thread of vermillion sand and wrapped it around his wrist, “Late-born, there's a quantum-entangled black aura in your hall of imprints.”

At this moment, the Tesla takeout box issued an alarm, “Spatio-temporal anomaly detected!” Richard rushed to the window and saw a swarm of drones forming a Latin spell array. He grabs the sandalwood as an arrow on his pen and shoots it through the propeller of the lead plane.