For a moment, Klein's casual gaze paused and frozen on the familiar figure.
He immediately realized that he had shown something abnormal, and in the inspiration of the demigod, this was an issue that could not be ignored.
As the muscles on his back tightened, Klein's mind turned and sparked.
He suddenly looked away without conditioned reflex, but still looked over there, looking at the demigod who was suspected to be the Black Emperor's path, and said to Congressman Macht with a smile:
It turns out that it is not just veterans who come here.
This is nonsense that seems to be careful and practically meaningless.
Congressman Macht laughed:
Any club will exceed its original boundaries when it develops to the end.
His answer seems to have said nothing, but if you savor it carefully, it will make people feel that they have said something, or the opposite is true.
At this time, the gentleman with wide shoulders and slightly long arms in black formal attire naturally turned his head and looked at the locations of the two of them. He saw a rich man who donated 15,000 pounds and looked at him and others curiously, and whispered to the Macht MP next to him.
This made him feel that the other party's shocked gaze just now seemed to be his normal reaction after knowing his position.
Then he withdrew his gaze and continued the topic that had not yet ended.
At this time, Klein's vest was covered in a dense layer of cold sweat, and he felt his legs were a little weak.
Although he had faced the demigod directly and even fought, in such a small occasion, close contact and crisis in a thought were the first encounter. More importantly, he is far from ready to face the demigod now. Not only does he have no secret, he also brought only the Death Knives revolver, the Azker bronze whistle and the adventurer harmonica.
The Scepter of the Sea God cannot be carried with his body and has strict requirements on the use environment, otherwise it will cause a large number of casualties; Once "The Travels of Grossell" is placed on his body for a long time, it will allow Klein to passively enter the world of the book, and it will be very troublesome to think about it again; The wriggling hunger still lacks the seal, and he is restless every day, not needing it, so it is impossible to take it out in advance; The stolen talisman is made of the worm of time, which may attract Amon, unless it will be used soon, otherwise Klein would not have the courage to carry it with him all the time...
If the demigod, who is suspected to be the Black Emperor, discovered the problem, he can think of only one best solution:
That is to play the harmonica, summon the messenger lady, and ask her to take her to escape from Beckland with the help of the spiritual world!
He had never thought that Renette Tinicol would fight directly with the other party, and he took the Death Knell revolver and looked for an opportunity to fire a cold gun, because this was Beckland, the home court of the official extraordinary. With the strange shape of Miss Messenger, the gentleman was charged with casual charges. Those who waited for Klein must be siege, and there must be more and more demigods and powerful seals.
It was so thrilling... Klein logically looked away, controlled his legs with the ability of the clown, and walked out to the gate without any abnormality.
He did not ask the Macht MP next to him, nor did he ask who and who those people were just now, and he seemed not interested at all, so as to prove that he was really just a casual look before.
However, the other party's look revealed his appearance to Klein's eyes:
The thick but not messy black eyebrows, short and hard hair in the same color, dark blue and nearly black eyes, high like the bridge of a mountain, large beard extending outward from the edge of the mouth, deep contours, longer face shapes, and cold lines.
This is a man with a very tough guy flavor. He is more than thirty or forty years old and it is difficult to make accurate judgments.
Judging from the appearance alone, Klein felt that he was more like a demigod of the arbitrator's path than a black emperor.
Of course, this demigod's temperament is actually closer to that of a warrior, but he is too short.
With this clear appearance, Crane didn't need to ask any more questions and could directly ask Arodes for the answer. Even if he was still afraid to be wary of the Magic Mirror, he could entrust Miss Hug, Miss Sharon and others to conduct a simple identity investigation.
He believed that no matter how much a demigod hides, his position will not be too low and can be easily found.
One step, two steps, three steps, Klein left the East Bailang Veterans Club in a normal manner.
After getting on the carriage, he leaned against the wall of the compartment, closed his eyes, and was silent for a few seconds, and sighed in his heart:
The broken clues of the Bakerland smog incident were finally connected again...
He didn't open his eyes for a long time and didn't speak, as if he was still savoring the business issues he discussed before, but in fact he was more about calming down his inner feelings that had been suppressed just now.
During this process, Klein found that Richardson, a close male servant, wanted to speak several times, but closed his mouth again, as if he was in a dilemma.
In the end, he said nothing and focused on preparing Marquis black tea for his employer.
Because of what happened just now, Klein was not in the mood to take care of his problems for a while and pretended not to find anything.
In the silent atmosphere and the sound of the wheels turning, they returned to 160 Berklund Street.
Up to the third floor, Klein was about to go to the bathtub where the maid had set the water temperature. Richardson, who held his top hat and cane, rushed two steps forward and asked respectfully:
Sir, are you going to the Southern Mainland recently?
right.Klein responded frankly that he was even ready to give the butler Taneya another £500 in cash as the daily expenses of the Dawn Dances mansion when he was in the Southern Continent.
At the same time, he also gained a deeper understanding of the importance of the two positions of upper-class steward and personal servant:
Many things the master cannot hide from them at all, so when there is an irreconcilable conflict in each other's beliefs, attitudes or political positions, it must be replaced.
Richardson hesitated and said:
Sir, I was born in the Southern Mainland and mastered Dutan Language. I know all kinds of local customs very well, which should help you.
Dutan is the common language of the Gubailang Empire. In today's East-West Bailang, ordinary people still use this language. Only those located in the upper and middle classes understand foreign languages such as Gulfsak, Ruen and Intis.
Klein felt more about this because Gubailang was once a unified empire with true gods. Therefore, although each country within had its own accent, it used all the words in the frank language, and the same was true for the written words, which saved him a lot of trouble.
If you encounter a mixture of dozens or hundreds of languages, it would be a big deal... However, Du Tan and Gulfsak are not the same system. I cannot quickly master it like learning the many branches of the latter. Finding a translation is an indispensable thing. Well, Anderson seems to be very good at Du Tan and has never mentioned that there is a communication barrier in Sibairan... After listening to Richardson's words, Klein suddenly understood what he was in a difficult situation just now.
As a personal servant, when the employer goes out to do business, he needs to follow him, while the butler does not have to.
In other words, the personal servant is both a life secretary and to some extent the role of a business secretary.
Obviously, Richardson likes Beckland's life, likes everything here, and is unwilling to go back to the Southern Continent, and does not want to see the scenery and things that will make him remember the past again. Therefore, when he was on the carriage, he only wanted to explain his expertise several times but couldn't speak. I hope Dawn Dance can find another more suitable candidate.
Klein pondered:
It can be seen that you don’t like the Southern Continent very much, so why do you take the initiative to tell me these things?
Richardson slowly lowered his head and looked at his toes and said:
You gave me the opportunity to gain experience and grow up, and I think, I think I should be able to help.
A simple complex of repaying kindness... If you don't say it, no one can be sure that you will speak frankly. After all, you were born and raised in the colonial estate of Dongbailang... Klein looked at Richardson carefully for a few seconds, smiled silently, and sighed in his heart.
However, he did not intend to let the personal servant follow him to the Southern Continent. First, this would make it inconvenient for him to act in all kinds of actions. Second, if the other party is recognized by an acquaintance of the Restoration Spiritual Cult, it might affect the second half of his life.
Klein smiled and said:
I have many friends over there, who all know frankly and know all kinds of customs.
Well, you have more important things. You have to stay in Beckland and give me some gifts to some friends' houses every once in a while. I will give you a list at that time. Also, read more newspapers, pay more attention to valuable investment news, and do field visits, and then give me the corresponding report. I will ask Ms. Taneya to prepare a special amount for these things.
Richardson was a little stunned at first, and then said in surprise and joy:
Yes, sir, I will work hard!
At this moment, he felt that he was valued and his vision became blurred inexplicably.
From birth to the present, he felt that the future was full of hope and people yearn for the first time.
Sending Richardson away, Crane took a comfortable bath, relieved her tense spirit, then put on her pajamas, returned to the bedroom, took out paper and pen, and drew a complex symbol of peeping and secrets.
On the surface of the full-body mirror, the water waves suddenly spread out, and the silver light formed one by one:
The supreme great master, your faithful and humble servant, Arodes, is called upon you!
Are you leaving Beckland again?
Klein nodded and said:
Yes.
Before Arodes could ask questions, he spoke directly:
In the Southern Continent, can I still contact you?
sure!Just take out that magical calender.On the surface of the mirror, those silver words are quickly reorganized. However, you cannot let it stay in reality for too long or be used too frequently. There are many gifts of the "Mother Tree of Desire" in the Southern Continent, and He may sense it through this.
Klein nodded slightly and asked:
What do you know about the ‘Mother Tree of Desire’?
Magic Mirror Arodes was silent suddenly, and it took a long time to make the silver traces of the mirror creep into a complete sentence:
I dare not say it or show it.
He immediately realized that he had shown something abnormal, and in the inspiration of the demigod, this was an issue that could not be ignored.
As the muscles on his back tightened, Klein's mind turned and sparked.
He suddenly looked away without conditioned reflex, but still looked over there, looking at the demigod who was suspected to be the Black Emperor's path, and said to Congressman Macht with a smile:
It turns out that it is not just veterans who come here.
This is nonsense that seems to be careful and practically meaningless.
Congressman Macht laughed:
Any club will exceed its original boundaries when it develops to the end.
His answer seems to have said nothing, but if you savor it carefully, it will make people feel that they have said something, or the opposite is true.
At this time, the gentleman with wide shoulders and slightly long arms in black formal attire naturally turned his head and looked at the locations of the two of them. He saw a rich man who donated 15,000 pounds and looked at him and others curiously, and whispered to the Macht MP next to him.
This made him feel that the other party's shocked gaze just now seemed to be his normal reaction after knowing his position.
Then he withdrew his gaze and continued the topic that had not yet ended.
At this time, Klein's vest was covered in a dense layer of cold sweat, and he felt his legs were a little weak.
Although he had faced the demigod directly and even fought, in such a small occasion, close contact and crisis in a thought were the first encounter. More importantly, he is far from ready to face the demigod now. Not only does he have no secret, he also brought only the Death Knives revolver, the Azker bronze whistle and the adventurer harmonica.
The Scepter of the Sea God cannot be carried with his body and has strict requirements on the use environment, otherwise it will cause a large number of casualties; Once "The Travels of Grossell" is placed on his body for a long time, it will allow Klein to passively enter the world of the book, and it will be very troublesome to think about it again; The wriggling hunger still lacks the seal, and he is restless every day, not needing it, so it is impossible to take it out in advance; The stolen talisman is made of the worm of time, which may attract Amon, unless it will be used soon, otherwise Klein would not have the courage to carry it with him all the time...
If the demigod, who is suspected to be the Black Emperor, discovered the problem, he can think of only one best solution:
That is to play the harmonica, summon the messenger lady, and ask her to take her to escape from Beckland with the help of the spiritual world!
He had never thought that Renette Tinicol would fight directly with the other party, and he took the Death Knell revolver and looked for an opportunity to fire a cold gun, because this was Beckland, the home court of the official extraordinary. With the strange shape of Miss Messenger, the gentleman was charged with casual charges. Those who waited for Klein must be siege, and there must be more and more demigods and powerful seals.
It was so thrilling... Klein logically looked away, controlled his legs with the ability of the clown, and walked out to the gate without any abnormality.
He did not ask the Macht MP next to him, nor did he ask who and who those people were just now, and he seemed not interested at all, so as to prove that he was really just a casual look before.
However, the other party's look revealed his appearance to Klein's eyes:
The thick but not messy black eyebrows, short and hard hair in the same color, dark blue and nearly black eyes, high like the bridge of a mountain, large beard extending outward from the edge of the mouth, deep contours, longer face shapes, and cold lines.
This is a man with a very tough guy flavor. He is more than thirty or forty years old and it is difficult to make accurate judgments.
Judging from the appearance alone, Klein felt that he was more like a demigod of the arbitrator's path than a black emperor.
Of course, this demigod's temperament is actually closer to that of a warrior, but he is too short.
With this clear appearance, Crane didn't need to ask any more questions and could directly ask Arodes for the answer. Even if he was still afraid to be wary of the Magic Mirror, he could entrust Miss Hug, Miss Sharon and others to conduct a simple identity investigation.
He believed that no matter how much a demigod hides, his position will not be too low and can be easily found.
One step, two steps, three steps, Klein left the East Bailang Veterans Club in a normal manner.
After getting on the carriage, he leaned against the wall of the compartment, closed his eyes, and was silent for a few seconds, and sighed in his heart:
The broken clues of the Bakerland smog incident were finally connected again...
He didn't open his eyes for a long time and didn't speak, as if he was still savoring the business issues he discussed before, but in fact he was more about calming down his inner feelings that had been suppressed just now.
During this process, Klein found that Richardson, a close male servant, wanted to speak several times, but closed his mouth again, as if he was in a dilemma.
In the end, he said nothing and focused on preparing Marquis black tea for his employer.
Because of what happened just now, Klein was not in the mood to take care of his problems for a while and pretended not to find anything.
In the silent atmosphere and the sound of the wheels turning, they returned to 160 Berklund Street.
Up to the third floor, Klein was about to go to the bathtub where the maid had set the water temperature. Richardson, who held his top hat and cane, rushed two steps forward and asked respectfully:
Sir, are you going to the Southern Mainland recently?
right.Klein responded frankly that he was even ready to give the butler Taneya another £500 in cash as the daily expenses of the Dawn Dances mansion when he was in the Southern Continent.
At the same time, he also gained a deeper understanding of the importance of the two positions of upper-class steward and personal servant:
Many things the master cannot hide from them at all, so when there is an irreconcilable conflict in each other's beliefs, attitudes or political positions, it must be replaced.
Richardson hesitated and said:
Sir, I was born in the Southern Mainland and mastered Dutan Language. I know all kinds of local customs very well, which should help you.
Dutan is the common language of the Gubailang Empire. In today's East-West Bailang, ordinary people still use this language. Only those located in the upper and middle classes understand foreign languages such as Gulfsak, Ruen and Intis.
Klein felt more about this because Gubailang was once a unified empire with true gods. Therefore, although each country within had its own accent, it used all the words in the frank language, and the same was true for the written words, which saved him a lot of trouble.
If you encounter a mixture of dozens or hundreds of languages, it would be a big deal... However, Du Tan and Gulfsak are not the same system. I cannot quickly master it like learning the many branches of the latter. Finding a translation is an indispensable thing. Well, Anderson seems to be very good at Du Tan and has never mentioned that there is a communication barrier in Sibairan... After listening to Richardson's words, Klein suddenly understood what he was in a difficult situation just now.
As a personal servant, when the employer goes out to do business, he needs to follow him, while the butler does not have to.
In other words, the personal servant is both a life secretary and to some extent the role of a business secretary.
Obviously, Richardson likes Beckland's life, likes everything here, and is unwilling to go back to the Southern Continent, and does not want to see the scenery and things that will make him remember the past again. Therefore, when he was on the carriage, he only wanted to explain his expertise several times but couldn't speak. I hope Dawn Dance can find another more suitable candidate.
Klein pondered:
It can be seen that you don’t like the Southern Continent very much, so why do you take the initiative to tell me these things?
Richardson slowly lowered his head and looked at his toes and said:
You gave me the opportunity to gain experience and grow up, and I think, I think I should be able to help.
A simple complex of repaying kindness... If you don't say it, no one can be sure that you will speak frankly. After all, you were born and raised in the colonial estate of Dongbailang... Klein looked at Richardson carefully for a few seconds, smiled silently, and sighed in his heart.
However, he did not intend to let the personal servant follow him to the Southern Continent. First, this would make it inconvenient for him to act in all kinds of actions. Second, if the other party is recognized by an acquaintance of the Restoration Spiritual Cult, it might affect the second half of his life.
Klein smiled and said:
I have many friends over there, who all know frankly and know all kinds of customs.
Well, you have more important things. You have to stay in Beckland and give me some gifts to some friends' houses every once in a while. I will give you a list at that time. Also, read more newspapers, pay more attention to valuable investment news, and do field visits, and then give me the corresponding report. I will ask Ms. Taneya to prepare a special amount for these things.
Richardson was a little stunned at first, and then said in surprise and joy:
Yes, sir, I will work hard!
At this moment, he felt that he was valued and his vision became blurred inexplicably.
From birth to the present, he felt that the future was full of hope and people yearn for the first time.
Sending Richardson away, Crane took a comfortable bath, relieved her tense spirit, then put on her pajamas, returned to the bedroom, took out paper and pen, and drew a complex symbol of peeping and secrets.
On the surface of the full-body mirror, the water waves suddenly spread out, and the silver light formed one by one:
The supreme great master, your faithful and humble servant, Arodes, is called upon you!
Are you leaving Beckland again?
Klein nodded and said:
Yes.
Before Arodes could ask questions, he spoke directly:
In the Southern Continent, can I still contact you?
sure!Just take out that magical calender.On the surface of the mirror, those silver words are quickly reorganized. However, you cannot let it stay in reality for too long or be used too frequently. There are many gifts of the "Mother Tree of Desire" in the Southern Continent, and He may sense it through this.
Klein nodded slightly and asked:
What do you know about the ‘Mother Tree of Desire’?
Magic Mirror Arodes was silent suddenly, and it took a long time to make the silver traces of the mirror creep into a complete sentence:
I dare not say it or show it.
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