Both sides knew the whereabouts of Hermoshu due to the manuscript, and this matter would end tonight... The ambassador would be able to take action and have the spare energy to take revenge and other actions... Is this the reason why danger is about to come?
Klein probably understood the previous divination results and inexplicable signs.
If there were no filthy talismans and no powerful bodyguard of 1,000 pounds for three days, he would probably go to the police station now and stay at St. Hillland's church, Beckland's headquarters in the Church of Steam and Machinery, to avoid possible attacks, and wait for the ambassador to be assassinated. As for whether the assassination can be successful, Klein is not sure. Anyway, he has considered the worst result and has certain plans.
But now, since he has double preparations, he will undoubtedly not adopt the strategy of avoiding, and is still staying at home and pretending not to know anything.
In his heart, he even looked forward to the attacker coming.
The Hunter of Sequence 9, Meurso, was killed by me, and sent someone to it, at least it would be a Sequence 7, maybe even Sequence 6, Sequence 5, or the number of piles. No matter what, as long as they are solved, I will get the recipe, get extraordinary characteristics, and recover some losses... Well, I will tell my bodyguard lady that I am lucky, and get the benefits from the black ears I bought, and become an extraordinary person. After all, if the battle is fierce, I can't hide this at all, and what I tell is almost the truth, I did get a lot of gain from that black ear... Klein thought about what happened next, almost instinctively wanted to draw the crimson moon on his chest.
May the goddess protect you, and the extraordinary person who comes to the diviner’s path!He prayed silently.
Thinking of this, he looked around the room, looking for his bodyguard, worried that the other party would run away quietly after hearing the whole story.
The living room and dining room are warmly lit, illuminating the coffee table, sofa and chairs, and there is no one else except that.
Just as Klein was gradually becoming nervous, he suddenly saw a face appearing on the glass cover of the gas lamp in the living room area, with a light golden color, delicate appearance, and pale face.
This lady is still a little confident in her strength... Klein's mind was calm and he whispered in a low voice:
I am also an extraordinary person.
I went to a party through Caspass and bought an item for luck, and got some benefits, of course, just for people like me.
These two sentences of his words are the truth, and no matter what method he faces, he can withstand the test.
But putting these two sentences together will make people think that the benefit makes him an extraordinary person.
The face that appeared on the gas lamp glass cover nodded slightly and disappeared quickly without any other reaction.
Klein seemed to have not changed on the outside, but he quietly breathed in his heart.
He returned to the sofa area, didn't take off his coat, picked up a newspaper, and started to read it casually.
After a while, the jingling sound echoed again, and someone rang the doorbell again.
who?Klein's spirit was instantly tense, and his hands were inserted into his pockets, touching the tarot card and the filthy talisman.
He slowly walked towards the gate, and with the help of the clown's ability, he had a premonition of the scene he would see after opening the door:
The crimson moon was still looming, the elegant gas street lights remained unchanged, and a sheriff in a black and white uniform with three Vs of the epaulette was impatiently waiting by the door.
He had short brown beards under his chin, which was the sheriff who had handled the Sherlock Moriarty's self-defense case before.
Jurgen seems to have mentioned his name, Sheriff Farsin?
Well, I can go back the 10 pound bail tomorrow or the next day...what is he here to do?
MI9 sent him to find Ian Wright?
Or inform me where to go to avoid danger?
In doubt, Klein held the handle.
……
Located in the Intis Embassy in the West District of Bakerland, the lights are brightly lit, and the smell of various perfumes and wines spread to every corner with melodious melody.
A dance party is being held here.
During the years when Berkeron served as ambassador, he often held balls at the embassy, inviting bankers, large factory owners, great philanthropists, and other famous wealthy people and barristers to participate, and randomly gave some secondary businessmen opportunities.
In such an atmosphere, he would tell the guests about the prosperity and openness of Trier, saying that the Republic of Intis is no longer dominated by aristocrats, and bankers, factory owners, lawyers and other people are the masters of the country. They directly and indirectly took over most of the seats, determined the direction of national policies, enjoyed real freedom, and had a lofty status.
Today, Berkelon is also doing similar things, holding a wine glass and constantly appearing in front of all the guests, as if he wanted to prove that he was at the banquet at this time and did not go out.
I should have got the manuscript... After I knew that Ian Wright appeared at the Telegram Office on White Rum Street from the detective who was trembling with fear, I was setting everything up. Now it was time to harvest... Berkeron, who had a thin face but had a very scent, drank a mouthful of bloody Ormeer wine and headed towards the balcony, intending to blow the cool breeze of the night.
After learning that Ian had sent the telegram, as a veteran conspirator and professional intelligence officer, Berkeron keenly thought of the other party's boss's boss, so he quickly asked the double-faced spy investigation lurking in the Beckland team of the Foxac Empire's intelligence agency to obtain the meeting time, place and method agreed by Ian and the team leader.
Afterwards, he pretended that this was not the case and continued to send people to look for Ian near Bailang Street. He successfully discovered the other party and also attracted the strife of MI9.
According to his arrangement, the intelligence personnel on the scene deliberately let Ian go away, so that the MINI 9 believes that both sides are on the same starting line.
After paralyzing the main opponent, he dispatched another unexposed intelligence officer to ambush Ian and the team leader of the Fsak Empire, hoping to find the manuscript without the MINI's awareness and take it out of the Ruan Kingdom.
The progress of things was as smooth as he expected, but the news sent back in the evening made him feel extremely heavy.
People from MI9 actually appeared!
They who should have been hidden actually appeared!
With Rosago here, it is definitely not a factor in divination, and MINI 9 is not good at divination at all... This shows that there is a borer in us... I hope Rosago can take the lead, get the manuscript, and hand it away to Shadow to take it away... In order to avoid suspicion, Berkeron deliberately organized a dance party, so he could no longer interfere in the progress of the matter, and could only pray for his subordinates to be effective.
According to his arrangement, after Rosago succeeds, he will immediately transfer the items to another intelligence officer, an intelligence officer who has never been activated before. Then, Rosago will lure away the people from MINI No. 9 and continue to interfere with the sight by creating some troubles to attract attention to his companions. In this process, Berkeron asked Rosago to kill the little detective.
If it weren't for him, things would not have been known by the MI9 people, and everything would have been very smooth... The matters related to the Zmanger Party would not be exposed, and they would not have been transferred back to the country... He did not actually run away, thinking that the MI9 people would have been protecting him all the time, and staying at home is safer than running away?
Berkeron rubbed his face.
He had received the order that after the manuscript's corresponding operations were over, he would hand over the intelligence-related matters to the first-class military officer of the embassy, waiting for the new ambassador to take office and hand over.
Berkelon is quite reluctant to leave here. Although the weather is poor and the pollution is heavy, it is the most prosperous city in the world, no doubt about it.
Moreover, the ladies and wives here are relatively conservative, not those sluts in China. Slowly seducing them to bed, and removing their conservatism bit by bit is a very fulfilling and fascinating thing. Unfortunately, I want to say goodbye to these beautiful people... Berkeron thought a little depressedly, and he became more and more resentful of the little detective who dared to resist.
As for Rosago's own safety, Berkeron was not worried at all. He believed that as long as the other party was willing and not locked by the high-sequence power, he could escape immediately. This was because Rosago had special extraordinary abilities.
As he thought about it, Berkeron's eyes suddenly lit up and saw a young girl in a long dark red dress standing on the edge of the balcony with a wine glass.
She has a beautiful face and elegant temperament, her ink hair is flowing and smooth, and her light brown eyes seem to have many words hidden.
Berkelon immediately walked over and started chatting with the other party familiarly, and learned that the girl was the daughter of a timber merchant named Erin. Her father was not very rich and was trying to get to the upper level.
With the help of Ambassador Intis, Berkeron quickly gained Erin's admiration.
After two dances together, the two's physical movements became intimate.
Beautiful Miss, I want to invite you to my room to taste Olmeer wine, 1286.Berkelon hinted.
Erin replied without hesitation:
OK
The two left the dance hall and quietly came to the second floor, entering Berkeron's room, and kept the guard away and not disturbing.
Before the so-called Ormeer wine appeared in 1286, Berkeron enthusiastically brought Erin to the bed.
While rolling, Erin's not-so-complex skirt fell, and her white arms wrapped around the other person.
Her hands clutched Berkeron's shoulder positions, and her nails and veins suddenly grew black, thin, fluffy spider's feet!
Bang!
Erin's eyes suddenly raised slightly, and white foam appeared in her mouth.
Berkeron retracted his fist that hit the opponent's abdomen and stood up from the bed. He no longer showed his rush and looked cold.
Who sent you here?Berkeron asked quietly.
Erin wanted to stand up, but she was in pain and couldn't succeed, her eyes were both frightened and shocked.
Seeing the beautiful girl's expression, Berkelon smiled and said:
I am indeed obsessed with beautiful ladies, but I know this problem myself, so I am particularly careful every time I face beautiful ladies.
Tell me, who sent you here?
Don't think about patience, I'm very good at using fire.
Klein probably understood the previous divination results and inexplicable signs.
If there were no filthy talismans and no powerful bodyguard of 1,000 pounds for three days, he would probably go to the police station now and stay at St. Hillland's church, Beckland's headquarters in the Church of Steam and Machinery, to avoid possible attacks, and wait for the ambassador to be assassinated. As for whether the assassination can be successful, Klein is not sure. Anyway, he has considered the worst result and has certain plans.
But now, since he has double preparations, he will undoubtedly not adopt the strategy of avoiding, and is still staying at home and pretending not to know anything.
In his heart, he even looked forward to the attacker coming.
The Hunter of Sequence 9, Meurso, was killed by me, and sent someone to it, at least it would be a Sequence 7, maybe even Sequence 6, Sequence 5, or the number of piles. No matter what, as long as they are solved, I will get the recipe, get extraordinary characteristics, and recover some losses... Well, I will tell my bodyguard lady that I am lucky, and get the benefits from the black ears I bought, and become an extraordinary person. After all, if the battle is fierce, I can't hide this at all, and what I tell is almost the truth, I did get a lot of gain from that black ear... Klein thought about what happened next, almost instinctively wanted to draw the crimson moon on his chest.
May the goddess protect you, and the extraordinary person who comes to the diviner’s path!He prayed silently.
Thinking of this, he looked around the room, looking for his bodyguard, worried that the other party would run away quietly after hearing the whole story.
The living room and dining room are warmly lit, illuminating the coffee table, sofa and chairs, and there is no one else except that.
Just as Klein was gradually becoming nervous, he suddenly saw a face appearing on the glass cover of the gas lamp in the living room area, with a light golden color, delicate appearance, and pale face.
This lady is still a little confident in her strength... Klein's mind was calm and he whispered in a low voice:
I am also an extraordinary person.
I went to a party through Caspass and bought an item for luck, and got some benefits, of course, just for people like me.
These two sentences of his words are the truth, and no matter what method he faces, he can withstand the test.
But putting these two sentences together will make people think that the benefit makes him an extraordinary person.
The face that appeared on the gas lamp glass cover nodded slightly and disappeared quickly without any other reaction.
Klein seemed to have not changed on the outside, but he quietly breathed in his heart.
He returned to the sofa area, didn't take off his coat, picked up a newspaper, and started to read it casually.
After a while, the jingling sound echoed again, and someone rang the doorbell again.
who?Klein's spirit was instantly tense, and his hands were inserted into his pockets, touching the tarot card and the filthy talisman.
He slowly walked towards the gate, and with the help of the clown's ability, he had a premonition of the scene he would see after opening the door:
The crimson moon was still looming, the elegant gas street lights remained unchanged, and a sheriff in a black and white uniform with three Vs of the epaulette was impatiently waiting by the door.
He had short brown beards under his chin, which was the sheriff who had handled the Sherlock Moriarty's self-defense case before.
Jurgen seems to have mentioned his name, Sheriff Farsin?
Well, I can go back the 10 pound bail tomorrow or the next day...what is he here to do?
MI9 sent him to find Ian Wright?
Or inform me where to go to avoid danger?
In doubt, Klein held the handle.
……
Located in the Intis Embassy in the West District of Bakerland, the lights are brightly lit, and the smell of various perfumes and wines spread to every corner with melodious melody.
A dance party is being held here.
During the years when Berkeron served as ambassador, he often held balls at the embassy, inviting bankers, large factory owners, great philanthropists, and other famous wealthy people and barristers to participate, and randomly gave some secondary businessmen opportunities.
In such an atmosphere, he would tell the guests about the prosperity and openness of Trier, saying that the Republic of Intis is no longer dominated by aristocrats, and bankers, factory owners, lawyers and other people are the masters of the country. They directly and indirectly took over most of the seats, determined the direction of national policies, enjoyed real freedom, and had a lofty status.
Today, Berkelon is also doing similar things, holding a wine glass and constantly appearing in front of all the guests, as if he wanted to prove that he was at the banquet at this time and did not go out.
I should have got the manuscript... After I knew that Ian Wright appeared at the Telegram Office on White Rum Street from the detective who was trembling with fear, I was setting everything up. Now it was time to harvest... Berkeron, who had a thin face but had a very scent, drank a mouthful of bloody Ormeer wine and headed towards the balcony, intending to blow the cool breeze of the night.
After learning that Ian had sent the telegram, as a veteran conspirator and professional intelligence officer, Berkeron keenly thought of the other party's boss's boss, so he quickly asked the double-faced spy investigation lurking in the Beckland team of the Foxac Empire's intelligence agency to obtain the meeting time, place and method agreed by Ian and the team leader.
Afterwards, he pretended that this was not the case and continued to send people to look for Ian near Bailang Street. He successfully discovered the other party and also attracted the strife of MI9.
According to his arrangement, the intelligence personnel on the scene deliberately let Ian go away, so that the MINI 9 believes that both sides are on the same starting line.
After paralyzing the main opponent, he dispatched another unexposed intelligence officer to ambush Ian and the team leader of the Fsak Empire, hoping to find the manuscript without the MINI's awareness and take it out of the Ruan Kingdom.
The progress of things was as smooth as he expected, but the news sent back in the evening made him feel extremely heavy.
People from MI9 actually appeared!
They who should have been hidden actually appeared!
With Rosago here, it is definitely not a factor in divination, and MINI 9 is not good at divination at all... This shows that there is a borer in us... I hope Rosago can take the lead, get the manuscript, and hand it away to Shadow to take it away... In order to avoid suspicion, Berkeron deliberately organized a dance party, so he could no longer interfere in the progress of the matter, and could only pray for his subordinates to be effective.
According to his arrangement, after Rosago succeeds, he will immediately transfer the items to another intelligence officer, an intelligence officer who has never been activated before. Then, Rosago will lure away the people from MINI No. 9 and continue to interfere with the sight by creating some troubles to attract attention to his companions. In this process, Berkeron asked Rosago to kill the little detective.
If it weren't for him, things would not have been known by the MI9 people, and everything would have been very smooth... The matters related to the Zmanger Party would not be exposed, and they would not have been transferred back to the country... He did not actually run away, thinking that the MI9 people would have been protecting him all the time, and staying at home is safer than running away?
Berkeron rubbed his face.
He had received the order that after the manuscript's corresponding operations were over, he would hand over the intelligence-related matters to the first-class military officer of the embassy, waiting for the new ambassador to take office and hand over.
Berkelon is quite reluctant to leave here. Although the weather is poor and the pollution is heavy, it is the most prosperous city in the world, no doubt about it.
Moreover, the ladies and wives here are relatively conservative, not those sluts in China. Slowly seducing them to bed, and removing their conservatism bit by bit is a very fulfilling and fascinating thing. Unfortunately, I want to say goodbye to these beautiful people... Berkeron thought a little depressedly, and he became more and more resentful of the little detective who dared to resist.
As for Rosago's own safety, Berkeron was not worried at all. He believed that as long as the other party was willing and not locked by the high-sequence power, he could escape immediately. This was because Rosago had special extraordinary abilities.
As he thought about it, Berkeron's eyes suddenly lit up and saw a young girl in a long dark red dress standing on the edge of the balcony with a wine glass.
She has a beautiful face and elegant temperament, her ink hair is flowing and smooth, and her light brown eyes seem to have many words hidden.
Berkelon immediately walked over and started chatting with the other party familiarly, and learned that the girl was the daughter of a timber merchant named Erin. Her father was not very rich and was trying to get to the upper level.
With the help of Ambassador Intis, Berkeron quickly gained Erin's admiration.
After two dances together, the two's physical movements became intimate.
Beautiful Miss, I want to invite you to my room to taste Olmeer wine, 1286.Berkelon hinted.
Erin replied without hesitation:
OK
The two left the dance hall and quietly came to the second floor, entering Berkeron's room, and kept the guard away and not disturbing.
Before the so-called Ormeer wine appeared in 1286, Berkeron enthusiastically brought Erin to the bed.
While rolling, Erin's not-so-complex skirt fell, and her white arms wrapped around the other person.
Her hands clutched Berkeron's shoulder positions, and her nails and veins suddenly grew black, thin, fluffy spider's feet!
Bang!
Erin's eyes suddenly raised slightly, and white foam appeared in her mouth.
Berkeron retracted his fist that hit the opponent's abdomen and stood up from the bed. He no longer showed his rush and looked cold.
Who sent you here?Berkeron asked quietly.
Erin wanted to stand up, but she was in pain and couldn't succeed, her eyes were both frightened and shocked.
Seeing the beautiful girl's expression, Berkelon smiled and said:
I am indeed obsessed with beautiful ladies, but I know this problem myself, so I am particularly careful every time I face beautiful ladies.
Tell me, who sent you here?
Don't think about patience, I'm very good at using fire.
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