160 Berklund Street, in a study with excellent lighting.
There are rows of bookshelf here and many collections. At first glance, it looks like you have entered a private library.
Klein was sitting in a high-back chair, looking at today's newspaper, and found that there were more advertisements in conspicuous places to transfer 10% of the shares of Beckland Bike Company, both Tassok and Beckland Daily.
Mr. Stanton is quite good at doing things. He completed the financial investigation and value assessment in just a few days... Klein just sighed secretly, and the inspiration suddenly touched.
He quickly turned on his spiritual vision and saw Miss Renette Tinicol coming out of the void, still holding the four blonde and red-eyed heads, one of whom was biting a letter.
It should be Miss Sharon’s reply... Klein thought, and reached out to take it, nodded gently:
Thanks.
While speaking, he subconsciously looked at the door of the study, because Richardson, the personal servant outside was on duty.
After removing the envelope and spreading the paper, Klein took a quick look and confirmed that the owner of the letter was Miss Sharon. She said that she had no idea to buy a biotoxin bottle. After a while, if this magical item is still there, she might consider it.
Is this a financial situation not sufficiently abundant?
Or are you saving money to do something more important?
Klein thought it casually and intuitively thought it was the possibility that it was the latter, because the demigod named Zatwin could not have stayed in Beckland. Sharon and Marichi had initially escaped from the pursuit of the Rose School. With their extraordinary strength and sequence characteristics, it was relatively simple to make money in a loose environment. Moreover, they seemed to control the black market arms transactions in the Brave Bar and acted as supporters behind Ian. This line alone could make a lot of money.
As he thought about it, Klein raised his head and saw the messenger's four pairs of eight red eyes staring at him without turning.
He was startled and thought the other party was going to urge him to pay off his debts. He cleared his throat and said:
No reply is required.
The first payment will be paid within this week.
Renette Tinikol's four heads spoke in turn:
No need... hurry... no... interest...
Miss Courier is pretty good...Ah...As Clain sighed, Renette Tinicol's figure disappeared from the spot and returned to the depths of the spiritual world.
Burning the letter paper and resting for two quarters of an hour, he walked to the door and ordered Richardson to prepare the carriage.
He planned to go to church before his afternoon philosophy class.
The way was smooth, and Klein, who had only had a few sips of black tea, soon arrived at the square outside St. Samuel's Church.
After admiring the peace brought by the white dove, he stepped over the church gate and entered the prayer hall, and found a seat to sit down. Richardson sat diagonally behind his employer's hat and cane, just like last time.
In the prayer of empty thoughts, Klein was inspired again, and he instinctively opened his eyes and looked to the left.
He then saw Leonard Mitchell with green eyes in black hair.
The night watchman was not wearing a windbreaker, a white shirt that was not tied into a belt with straight-leg pants and a black vest, and his style was very casual.
Seeing the middle-aged gentleman with frosted temples looking over, he nodded with a smile, withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, and pretended to pray.
He was not worried that the other party would find himself looking at him, because he just glanced at him without any extra moves. Many believers had similar behavior just now.
When a gentleman with good looks and temperament enters here, he will inevitably receive a certain degree of attention. Leonard Mitchell himself is often watched by others, and he has a deep understanding of this.
At this time, a slightly old voice sounded in his mind:
It's him.
Haha, I did not disappoint my efforts to run to the church yesterday and today... Leonard thought with a little smugness, but he was silent on the surface.
Klein was also pretending to pray, thinking about the doubts that arose in his heart:
When did this guy Leonard become so religious?
Although he is definitely more pious than me, he is definitely not the kind who goes to church every day, only once every week, or even two weeks...
Did he come with a purpose?He seemed to be looking at me just now...
Thinking of this, Klein suddenly realized:
The old man in his body was an angel of the Soroasted family, the angel of the "thief" path...
The ‘Blasphemer’ Amon is the angel king of this path. He can discover the fog and even want to invade...
Therefore, the old man in Leonard's body is very likely to have noticed the power or traces of the gray fog on my body!
After making such a judgment, Klein's heart suddenly rose, as if there were dangerous traps around him.
He kept his prayer movements unchanged, and his eyes under his nose did not turn. He was calm and restrained, completely consistent with the atmosphere inside the church.
After a while, he slowly stood up, walked towards the altar, came to the dedication box, and threw in the total 50 pounds of banknotes.
Then, like before, he nodded to the bishop and pastor who were responsible for today with a smile and received a very friendly response.
Walking out of St. Samuel's Church, Klein took the hat from Richardson and fed the white doves for about ten minutes at the square.
Behind him, believers who had finished praying came out one after another, including Leonard Mitchell.
Klein did not look at the main entrance, but casually clapped his palms, took the gold-inlaid cane, and walked towards the four-wheeled sedan-style carriage parked nearby.
Leonard also fed the white doves in the square, watching the target board the carriage and leave without any idea of following.
Since the other party has an ancient aura and has received the attention of the sojourners in his body, of course he does not dare to be careless and dare not take direct actions, which would be very dangerous.
He is going to check the periphery first and collect necessary information.
Then let’s see what the old man said... and now there is no direction for investigation. The number of high-end carriages in the entire Beckland is quite limited. Whether it is owned by one or rented by one, it is easy to determine the source, and then I can know the identity and origin of the gentleman... Leonard looked at the white dove and thought leisurely.
He is a rich experience in the Night Watch, and he is also the elite Red Glove among the Night Watch!
At this moment, a white dove flew over with its wings, and it seemed that it had a note in its mouth.
Leonard frowned and stretched out his left palm, watching the white dove lowered its height, threw the note down, then flapped its wings and flew up again.
He raised his hand to hold the note, and Leonard spread it out vigilantly and puzzledly, and saw that there were only two words on it:
Soloyasde;
Parasite.
This...Leonard's pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt that all the hairs in his body stood up, and his emotions tended to explode in an instant.
That gentleman saw through my secret?
He is indeed a person with an ancient atmosphere!
He may be one of the remaining immortal monsters in the Quaternary period!
Is he warning me?Tell me not to interfere in his affairs, or even not to get close to him?
At this moment, when recalling the middle-aged gentleman with white and blue hair on the temples and deep eyes, Leonard Mitchell felt that every move of the other party was filled with a strong sense of intimidation, which made people dare not look directly at him or get close to him.
He suddenly lost the idea of investigating the other party, watched the white pigeon fall at the same time, and lowered his voice:
Old man, that may be your old friend.
If you want to investigate something, it’s better to wait until your strength has recovered almost.
Old friend... The slightly old voice repeated these two words, as if there was a certain doubt, but I was not sure about anything.
Leonard quickly calmed down and chuckled:
It turns out you are from the Soroasted family...
At this time, less than a hundred meters away, the intersection of Pestfield and other streets.
Dawn Dontes, whose black hair was mixed with some silver threads, leaned back against the wall of the compartment and slowly closed his eyes, allowing the distinctive facial features to hide in the shadows in the car.
On the side of his close male servant Richardson, a middle-aged man in a dark infrared jacket and an old triangle hat appeared in an illusion, saluted to his master, and then disappeared without alarming anyone.
The carriage turned slowly, and a group of white doves flew up in a rush at the square.
……
Back home and entering the room with a large balcony, Klein, who was silent along the way, sighed silently.
If Leonard was bewitched by the old man and did not accept the warning, he would write another note, which read: I know where the 'blasphemer' Amon is.
The implication is that if I disturb my affairs again, I will tell the Blasphemer Amon that there is an angel from the Soloyasde family here.
This would not make the old man feel that Dawn Dontes was weak and had to rely on others to fight him, and it was closer to a kind of politeness that warned no more than three times and respect for an angel.
If you don't restrain yourself after two warnings, then the solution is not just to notify the blasphemer Amon.
Well, there is a high probability that it will shock them. The old man must have other plans or difficulties in choosing the shallow parasite, and he should not be willing to be thrown off the poker table by me... Haha, thank you for this. Magic Mirror Arodes. If I hadn't known in advance that there was an angel of the thief in Leonard's body, I would definitely not have found out that I had been targeted, let alone warn them with appropriate words and methods... Klein thought calmly, no longer the tension and panic he had before.
He relaxed, the door was knocked and the close-fitting male servant Richardson said:
Sir, the butler is looking for you.
Invite him in.Klein turned away from the balcony and returned to the semi-open room.
Walter, wearing white gloves, opened the door and said:
Sir, your philosophy teacher, Mr. Hamid, has arrived.
Philosophy class… Klein rubbed his forehead with a headache.
He had heard Walter say before that Mr. Hamid was a believer of the Lord of the Storm, as was the famous scholar Lurmi, and a large number of philosophers in the Kingdom of Ruhn.
This surprised him quite because in his heart, the storm believer is equal to the irritable brother.
It seems that I have to change the impression that it is not objective enough to be a philosopher... Haha, the prerequisite for becoming a philosopher is that you cannot find a wife, or your family relationship is not harmonious?
While Klein complained, he sorted out his clothes and walked to the door, and said to the butler Walter:
OK, I'll go there now.
There are rows of bookshelf here and many collections. At first glance, it looks like you have entered a private library.
Klein was sitting in a high-back chair, looking at today's newspaper, and found that there were more advertisements in conspicuous places to transfer 10% of the shares of Beckland Bike Company, both Tassok and Beckland Daily.
Mr. Stanton is quite good at doing things. He completed the financial investigation and value assessment in just a few days... Klein just sighed secretly, and the inspiration suddenly touched.
He quickly turned on his spiritual vision and saw Miss Renette Tinicol coming out of the void, still holding the four blonde and red-eyed heads, one of whom was biting a letter.
It should be Miss Sharon’s reply... Klein thought, and reached out to take it, nodded gently:
Thanks.
While speaking, he subconsciously looked at the door of the study, because Richardson, the personal servant outside was on duty.
After removing the envelope and spreading the paper, Klein took a quick look and confirmed that the owner of the letter was Miss Sharon. She said that she had no idea to buy a biotoxin bottle. After a while, if this magical item is still there, she might consider it.
Is this a financial situation not sufficiently abundant?
Or are you saving money to do something more important?
Klein thought it casually and intuitively thought it was the possibility that it was the latter, because the demigod named Zatwin could not have stayed in Beckland. Sharon and Marichi had initially escaped from the pursuit of the Rose School. With their extraordinary strength and sequence characteristics, it was relatively simple to make money in a loose environment. Moreover, they seemed to control the black market arms transactions in the Brave Bar and acted as supporters behind Ian. This line alone could make a lot of money.
As he thought about it, Klein raised his head and saw the messenger's four pairs of eight red eyes staring at him without turning.
He was startled and thought the other party was going to urge him to pay off his debts. He cleared his throat and said:
No reply is required.
The first payment will be paid within this week.
Renette Tinikol's four heads spoke in turn:
No need... hurry... no... interest...
Miss Courier is pretty good...Ah...As Clain sighed, Renette Tinicol's figure disappeared from the spot and returned to the depths of the spiritual world.
Burning the letter paper and resting for two quarters of an hour, he walked to the door and ordered Richardson to prepare the carriage.
He planned to go to church before his afternoon philosophy class.
The way was smooth, and Klein, who had only had a few sips of black tea, soon arrived at the square outside St. Samuel's Church.
After admiring the peace brought by the white dove, he stepped over the church gate and entered the prayer hall, and found a seat to sit down. Richardson sat diagonally behind his employer's hat and cane, just like last time.
In the prayer of empty thoughts, Klein was inspired again, and he instinctively opened his eyes and looked to the left.
He then saw Leonard Mitchell with green eyes in black hair.
The night watchman was not wearing a windbreaker, a white shirt that was not tied into a belt with straight-leg pants and a black vest, and his style was very casual.
Seeing the middle-aged gentleman with frosted temples looking over, he nodded with a smile, withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, and pretended to pray.
He was not worried that the other party would find himself looking at him, because he just glanced at him without any extra moves. Many believers had similar behavior just now.
When a gentleman with good looks and temperament enters here, he will inevitably receive a certain degree of attention. Leonard Mitchell himself is often watched by others, and he has a deep understanding of this.
At this time, a slightly old voice sounded in his mind:
It's him.
Haha, I did not disappoint my efforts to run to the church yesterday and today... Leonard thought with a little smugness, but he was silent on the surface.
Klein was also pretending to pray, thinking about the doubts that arose in his heart:
When did this guy Leonard become so religious?
Although he is definitely more pious than me, he is definitely not the kind who goes to church every day, only once every week, or even two weeks...
Did he come with a purpose?He seemed to be looking at me just now...
Thinking of this, Klein suddenly realized:
The old man in his body was an angel of the Soroasted family, the angel of the "thief" path...
The ‘Blasphemer’ Amon is the angel king of this path. He can discover the fog and even want to invade...
Therefore, the old man in Leonard's body is very likely to have noticed the power or traces of the gray fog on my body!
After making such a judgment, Klein's heart suddenly rose, as if there were dangerous traps around him.
He kept his prayer movements unchanged, and his eyes under his nose did not turn. He was calm and restrained, completely consistent with the atmosphere inside the church.
After a while, he slowly stood up, walked towards the altar, came to the dedication box, and threw in the total 50 pounds of banknotes.
Then, like before, he nodded to the bishop and pastor who were responsible for today with a smile and received a very friendly response.
Walking out of St. Samuel's Church, Klein took the hat from Richardson and fed the white doves for about ten minutes at the square.
Behind him, believers who had finished praying came out one after another, including Leonard Mitchell.
Klein did not look at the main entrance, but casually clapped his palms, took the gold-inlaid cane, and walked towards the four-wheeled sedan-style carriage parked nearby.
Leonard also fed the white doves in the square, watching the target board the carriage and leave without any idea of following.
Since the other party has an ancient aura and has received the attention of the sojourners in his body, of course he does not dare to be careless and dare not take direct actions, which would be very dangerous.
He is going to check the periphery first and collect necessary information.
Then let’s see what the old man said... and now there is no direction for investigation. The number of high-end carriages in the entire Beckland is quite limited. Whether it is owned by one or rented by one, it is easy to determine the source, and then I can know the identity and origin of the gentleman... Leonard looked at the white dove and thought leisurely.
He is a rich experience in the Night Watch, and he is also the elite Red Glove among the Night Watch!
At this moment, a white dove flew over with its wings, and it seemed that it had a note in its mouth.
Leonard frowned and stretched out his left palm, watching the white dove lowered its height, threw the note down, then flapped its wings and flew up again.
He raised his hand to hold the note, and Leonard spread it out vigilantly and puzzledly, and saw that there were only two words on it:
Soloyasde;
Parasite.
This...Leonard's pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt that all the hairs in his body stood up, and his emotions tended to explode in an instant.
That gentleman saw through my secret?
He is indeed a person with an ancient atmosphere!
He may be one of the remaining immortal monsters in the Quaternary period!
Is he warning me?Tell me not to interfere in his affairs, or even not to get close to him?
At this moment, when recalling the middle-aged gentleman with white and blue hair on the temples and deep eyes, Leonard Mitchell felt that every move of the other party was filled with a strong sense of intimidation, which made people dare not look directly at him or get close to him.
He suddenly lost the idea of investigating the other party, watched the white pigeon fall at the same time, and lowered his voice:
Old man, that may be your old friend.
If you want to investigate something, it’s better to wait until your strength has recovered almost.
Old friend... The slightly old voice repeated these two words, as if there was a certain doubt, but I was not sure about anything.
Leonard quickly calmed down and chuckled:
It turns out you are from the Soroasted family...
At this time, less than a hundred meters away, the intersection of Pestfield and other streets.
Dawn Dontes, whose black hair was mixed with some silver threads, leaned back against the wall of the compartment and slowly closed his eyes, allowing the distinctive facial features to hide in the shadows in the car.
On the side of his close male servant Richardson, a middle-aged man in a dark infrared jacket and an old triangle hat appeared in an illusion, saluted to his master, and then disappeared without alarming anyone.
The carriage turned slowly, and a group of white doves flew up in a rush at the square.
……
Back home and entering the room with a large balcony, Klein, who was silent along the way, sighed silently.
If Leonard was bewitched by the old man and did not accept the warning, he would write another note, which read: I know where the 'blasphemer' Amon is.
The implication is that if I disturb my affairs again, I will tell the Blasphemer Amon that there is an angel from the Soloyasde family here.
This would not make the old man feel that Dawn Dontes was weak and had to rely on others to fight him, and it was closer to a kind of politeness that warned no more than three times and respect for an angel.
If you don't restrain yourself after two warnings, then the solution is not just to notify the blasphemer Amon.
Well, there is a high probability that it will shock them. The old man must have other plans or difficulties in choosing the shallow parasite, and he should not be willing to be thrown off the poker table by me... Haha, thank you for this. Magic Mirror Arodes. If I hadn't known in advance that there was an angel of the thief in Leonard's body, I would definitely not have found out that I had been targeted, let alone warn them with appropriate words and methods... Klein thought calmly, no longer the tension and panic he had before.
He relaxed, the door was knocked and the close-fitting male servant Richardson said:
Sir, the butler is looking for you.
Invite him in.Klein turned away from the balcony and returned to the semi-open room.
Walter, wearing white gloves, opened the door and said:
Sir, your philosophy teacher, Mr. Hamid, has arrived.
Philosophy class… Klein rubbed his forehead with a headache.
He had heard Walter say before that Mr. Hamid was a believer of the Lord of the Storm, as was the famous scholar Lurmi, and a large number of philosophers in the Kingdom of Ruhn.
This surprised him quite because in his heart, the storm believer is equal to the irritable brother.
It seems that I have to change the impression that it is not objective enough to be a philosopher... Haha, the prerequisite for becoming a philosopher is that you cannot find a wife, or your family relationship is not harmonious?
While Klein complained, he sorted out his clothes and walked to the door, and said to the butler Walter:
OK, I'll go there now.
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