The boundless gray mist was floating quietly, and a slight friction sounded on the bronze long table.
Klein changed his sitting posture and pondered the details of the evil spirit incident more and more seriously, and believed that he and Miss Sharon completely ignored the possibility of problems with Raft Pound at that moment:
This is the extraordinary ability of the ‘Red Priest’ to the ‘Conspirator’?
Moreover, this is closer to the deception in the normal category, and only has the effect of supernatural power in the subtle areas. Therefore, even if I enter this mysterious space above the gray fog, I will not passively detect and be deceived. I must actively think and analyze to find the problem?
If I hadn't learned from Mr. Azke that the evil spirit was suspected to have fallen long ago, I wouldn't have thought there was something wrong with it, and it would have been impossible to hire Miss Magic to look for abnormal signs on Williams Street...
After thinking for a few minutes, Klein showed paper and pen, preparing to confirm his speculation by divination.
After thinking for a while, he finally wrote the sentence for dream divination:
Raft Pound from the Baron's current situation.
Putting down the crimson round belly pen, Klein held the paper with the divination sentences and leaned back against the back of the chair.
He first recalled the information of Raft Pound that he had mastered, then closed his eyes, recited the sentences silently, and entered meditation.
Klein's thoughts quickly calmed down and he quickly fell into a dream.
In the gray world, intermittent pictures flashed one by one, and finally frozen in the house at 29 West Vilas Street.
In the warm living room, Raft Pound was wearing wool pajamas and holding a wine glass with red liquid, standing quietly from the window, looking at the headquarters of the Beckland Police Officer’s Office diagonally opposite.
The baron's temples became more and more obvious, and his swollen eyes were stained with a blue-black color, and the wrinkles on his forehead, the corners of his eyes and the mouth were so profound that they were beyond his age in his forties.
His pupils showed a not serious but abnormal spread, his cheeks were flushed and his expression was smiling, which changed slightly and abnormally from what Klein had seen before.
Sure enough, something went wrong here... Klein was out of his dream and considered how to deal with the evil spirits.
There is no doubt that he has a mental inertia in this regard. If he cannot contact Miss Sharon, his first reaction is to report it!
But how to report it?Klein thought carefully for a while, showed the world and made him pray:
Deliver the following information to the Church of Goddess of the Night and the Church of the Steam and Machinery by reliable means.
The news is: Foxac and Intis' senior spies gathered on Williams Street for unknown purposes.
Remuneration, £100.
This is a rhetoric that Klein has repeatedly considered, directly revealing that the King of Angels, the Red Priests, the Medici family and the ruins of the Tudor Dynasty are indeed more important to attract the attention of the church and the military, but it is also easy to make the magician Miss Forth, who is in charge of reporting, be targeted by the official organization, which is extremely dangerous.
The statement that Fsack and Intis' senior spies gathered on Williams Street is not only relatively gentle, but also something that ordinary people have the opportunity to detect, and it is enough to make the church and the military alert, send corresponding strong men to take the most effective means.
As for what is found in the future, their contribution is not related to the whistleblower.
Klein considered the option to ask Mr. Azke for help, but finally decided to give up because the evil spirit was suspected of being the king of angels before his death, which was very dangerous. Mr. Azke, who was still in the recovery stage, might not be able to deal with it.
After pondering for a moment, Klein turned the revealed scene into streams and threw himself into the crimson stars symbolizing the Magician.
……
Beckland, Joewood District.
Fors received a reply from Mr. World and was stunned.
That's the senior spy of Fsak and Intis?She said in shock, believing that the materials she provided could not come to such a conclusion at all!
However, she quickly felt relieved and believed that the reason why Mr. World suspected that there was something abnormal on Williams Street was because he received the corresponding high-level spy information that after confirming that the Fsak and Intis were present, he could draw a conclusion very simply.
Deliver the news to the Night Church and the Steam Church?
Isn't this the euphemism of reporting... Unfortunately, Ah can't watch anymore, otherwise you will definitely see a good show... Fors is no stranger to reporting, after all, her roommate and friend is a bounty hunter.
She quickly got an idea and decided to leave the report to the experienced Xiu.
After leaving the bedroom, she saw Xiu sitting on the sofa, leaning forward to look at the target document, raising her hand from time to time to grab the messy yellow hair, looking extremely serious.
Fors took a decorative item casually, approached the sofa, and handed it over:
Come on, have a cake.
Xiu glanced at the cake covered with cream, his thoughts were not distracted, and he was about to grab it with his palm.
At this time, Fors flipped his wrist and spread it, and the cake in his palm had turned into a golden cloth flower.
Surprise?She asked with a smile.
Jiu couldn't help but roll his eyes and said:
Stop your performance, I hope it's food.
OK, I have something to entrust you, £70.Fors sat down with a smile.
……
After initially dealing with the matter of likes and dislikes, Klein returned to the real world and held a ceremony to bring the radio receiver that had been placed on the gray fog for several days back to the first-class master's bedroom.
He lay on the bed, and with the help of meditation, he recovered his energy until he was awakened by the clattering sound.
When Klein opened his eyes, the crimson moonlight outside the window had already shone in, covering the dim room like a tulle, and covering the radio receiver spitting out the illusory white paper on his desk.
This really feels like a ghost movie... Unfortunately, it's a pity that connects a magic mirror without integrity and no lower limit... Klein turned over and sat up, walked over, and saw lines of Ru Enwen appearing on the illusory white paper:
The great being above the spiritual world, your loyal servant Arodes has arrived and greets you.
Do you have something to test me?
Look, look, this is what you can say!This is called professionalism!At this moment, Klein wanted to pull the fat pharmacist Duckwell in to see the speaking art of the magic mirror.
It was obvious that I had something to ask it, but it turned out that I was examining it, and there was a question... Klein controlled the upturn of the corner of his mouth and replied in a low voice:
Yes.
You say that the foolish shallow Arodes is ready.In the dada sound, not only did Ruen's words appear on the illusory white paper, but also had a flattering smile.
This is already the prototype of Yanwenzi... This guy evolved so quickly... Klein asked directly:
Where can I get magical items that can steal other people's extraordinary abilities?
The sound of dada suddenly became fierce, and pictures quickly appeared on the illusory white paper, as real as a screenshot of a movie.
Here are the Chanis door at the bottom of St. Selena's Church in Tingen, which is familiar to Klein, the handsome poet Leonard Mitchell, the middle-aged man sitting upright on the sofa, smiling at the noble lady across the street, and the arrogant girl wandering in the dark sewer...
There are twelve pictures in this, and the last one is a line of Ru Enwen:
These are the types that you can easily or easily access, and there are many others, but they are either very complicated and cumbersome or involve very high levels that I can't see clearly.
Not bad, Ah, I know how to help me take the initiative to screen... This is simply a fantasy version of the mysterious version of Google... Klein nodded slightly and said with a clear answer:
It's your turn to ask questions.
You have answered.In the clattering sound, the magic mirror Arodes's answer was presented on the illusory white paper.
Klein laughed secretly and asked:
Where has Leonard Mitchell lived recently?
The sound of dada was fierce again, and scenes jumped into Klein's eyes in the form of pictures:
It is the most famous landmark in Beckland, the towering Gothic bell tower with the bell of Order hanging on it;
It was a street sign standing at the intersection of the street, with Pinster Street above it;
It was a townhouse with house number 7, it was a very cool Leonard Mitchell who was casually dressed in a black coat and red gloves, and it was a poet classmate who was looking through the files of the Ranrus case and the Kaping case.
This guy is in Beckland and is investigating the Lanceus case and the Kaping case?What's this? Klein's mouth moved slightly, and he thought about what clues he left in these two cases.
The only clue is that Detective Sherlock Moriarty is related to both cases, and if Leonard dreams of Daisy, he should have discovered this.
But at that time I had already grown a beard and had a good disguise. He probably couldn't recognize me by relying on the vague images and a few portraits in the dream... As long as I couldn't recognize it, it didn't matter. What does the problem with Sherlock Moriarty have to do with me, German Sparrow?
Klein took back his thoughts and remembered Leonard Mitchell's current residence:
7 Pinster Street, North District, Beckland.
He is going to commission Moon Emlin White to visit Leonard Mitchell tomorrow and the next day to buy magical items with the badges of the Hermits of Destiny.
I hope the poet has extra money in his hands... If not, it will definitely be a good premium... Klein said yes and said to the radio receiver:
It's your turn to ask questions.
To be honest, he was quite curious about what questions Arodes could ask this time.
Dada, the radio ticker spit out a new illusory white paper, which is made up of Lu Enwen:
Great Master, Leonard Mitchell has a big secret, do you want to know?
...This is also a problem?Klein raised his head in amazement and astonishment, and looked at the crimson moon quietly shining on the deep black sea.
Soon, he answered honestly:
think.
Klein changed his sitting posture and pondered the details of the evil spirit incident more and more seriously, and believed that he and Miss Sharon completely ignored the possibility of problems with Raft Pound at that moment:
This is the extraordinary ability of the ‘Red Priest’ to the ‘Conspirator’?
Moreover, this is closer to the deception in the normal category, and only has the effect of supernatural power in the subtle areas. Therefore, even if I enter this mysterious space above the gray fog, I will not passively detect and be deceived. I must actively think and analyze to find the problem?
If I hadn't learned from Mr. Azke that the evil spirit was suspected to have fallen long ago, I wouldn't have thought there was something wrong with it, and it would have been impossible to hire Miss Magic to look for abnormal signs on Williams Street...
After thinking for a few minutes, Klein showed paper and pen, preparing to confirm his speculation by divination.
After thinking for a while, he finally wrote the sentence for dream divination:
Raft Pound from the Baron's current situation.
Putting down the crimson round belly pen, Klein held the paper with the divination sentences and leaned back against the back of the chair.
He first recalled the information of Raft Pound that he had mastered, then closed his eyes, recited the sentences silently, and entered meditation.
Klein's thoughts quickly calmed down and he quickly fell into a dream.
In the gray world, intermittent pictures flashed one by one, and finally frozen in the house at 29 West Vilas Street.
In the warm living room, Raft Pound was wearing wool pajamas and holding a wine glass with red liquid, standing quietly from the window, looking at the headquarters of the Beckland Police Officer’s Office diagonally opposite.
The baron's temples became more and more obvious, and his swollen eyes were stained with a blue-black color, and the wrinkles on his forehead, the corners of his eyes and the mouth were so profound that they were beyond his age in his forties.
His pupils showed a not serious but abnormal spread, his cheeks were flushed and his expression was smiling, which changed slightly and abnormally from what Klein had seen before.
Sure enough, something went wrong here... Klein was out of his dream and considered how to deal with the evil spirits.
There is no doubt that he has a mental inertia in this regard. If he cannot contact Miss Sharon, his first reaction is to report it!
But how to report it?Klein thought carefully for a while, showed the world and made him pray:
Deliver the following information to the Church of Goddess of the Night and the Church of the Steam and Machinery by reliable means.
The news is: Foxac and Intis' senior spies gathered on Williams Street for unknown purposes.
Remuneration, £100.
This is a rhetoric that Klein has repeatedly considered, directly revealing that the King of Angels, the Red Priests, the Medici family and the ruins of the Tudor Dynasty are indeed more important to attract the attention of the church and the military, but it is also easy to make the magician Miss Forth, who is in charge of reporting, be targeted by the official organization, which is extremely dangerous.
The statement that Fsack and Intis' senior spies gathered on Williams Street is not only relatively gentle, but also something that ordinary people have the opportunity to detect, and it is enough to make the church and the military alert, send corresponding strong men to take the most effective means.
As for what is found in the future, their contribution is not related to the whistleblower.
Klein considered the option to ask Mr. Azke for help, but finally decided to give up because the evil spirit was suspected of being the king of angels before his death, which was very dangerous. Mr. Azke, who was still in the recovery stage, might not be able to deal with it.
After pondering for a moment, Klein turned the revealed scene into streams and threw himself into the crimson stars symbolizing the Magician.
……
Beckland, Joewood District.
Fors received a reply from Mr. World and was stunned.
That's the senior spy of Fsak and Intis?She said in shock, believing that the materials she provided could not come to such a conclusion at all!
However, she quickly felt relieved and believed that the reason why Mr. World suspected that there was something abnormal on Williams Street was because he received the corresponding high-level spy information that after confirming that the Fsak and Intis were present, he could draw a conclusion very simply.
Deliver the news to the Night Church and the Steam Church?
Isn't this the euphemism of reporting... Unfortunately, Ah can't watch anymore, otherwise you will definitely see a good show... Fors is no stranger to reporting, after all, her roommate and friend is a bounty hunter.
She quickly got an idea and decided to leave the report to the experienced Xiu.
After leaving the bedroom, she saw Xiu sitting on the sofa, leaning forward to look at the target document, raising her hand from time to time to grab the messy yellow hair, looking extremely serious.
Fors took a decorative item casually, approached the sofa, and handed it over:
Come on, have a cake.
Xiu glanced at the cake covered with cream, his thoughts were not distracted, and he was about to grab it with his palm.
At this time, Fors flipped his wrist and spread it, and the cake in his palm had turned into a golden cloth flower.
Surprise?She asked with a smile.
Jiu couldn't help but roll his eyes and said:
Stop your performance, I hope it's food.
OK, I have something to entrust you, £70.Fors sat down with a smile.
……
After initially dealing with the matter of likes and dislikes, Klein returned to the real world and held a ceremony to bring the radio receiver that had been placed on the gray fog for several days back to the first-class master's bedroom.
He lay on the bed, and with the help of meditation, he recovered his energy until he was awakened by the clattering sound.
When Klein opened his eyes, the crimson moonlight outside the window had already shone in, covering the dim room like a tulle, and covering the radio receiver spitting out the illusory white paper on his desk.
This really feels like a ghost movie... Unfortunately, it's a pity that connects a magic mirror without integrity and no lower limit... Klein turned over and sat up, walked over, and saw lines of Ru Enwen appearing on the illusory white paper:
The great being above the spiritual world, your loyal servant Arodes has arrived and greets you.
Do you have something to test me?
Look, look, this is what you can say!This is called professionalism!At this moment, Klein wanted to pull the fat pharmacist Duckwell in to see the speaking art of the magic mirror.
It was obvious that I had something to ask it, but it turned out that I was examining it, and there was a question... Klein controlled the upturn of the corner of his mouth and replied in a low voice:
Yes.
You say that the foolish shallow Arodes is ready.In the dada sound, not only did Ruen's words appear on the illusory white paper, but also had a flattering smile.
This is already the prototype of Yanwenzi... This guy evolved so quickly... Klein asked directly:
Where can I get magical items that can steal other people's extraordinary abilities?
The sound of dada suddenly became fierce, and pictures quickly appeared on the illusory white paper, as real as a screenshot of a movie.
Here are the Chanis door at the bottom of St. Selena's Church in Tingen, which is familiar to Klein, the handsome poet Leonard Mitchell, the middle-aged man sitting upright on the sofa, smiling at the noble lady across the street, and the arrogant girl wandering in the dark sewer...
There are twelve pictures in this, and the last one is a line of Ru Enwen:
These are the types that you can easily or easily access, and there are many others, but they are either very complicated and cumbersome or involve very high levels that I can't see clearly.
Not bad, Ah, I know how to help me take the initiative to screen... This is simply a fantasy version of the mysterious version of Google... Klein nodded slightly and said with a clear answer:
It's your turn to ask questions.
You have answered.In the clattering sound, the magic mirror Arodes's answer was presented on the illusory white paper.
Klein laughed secretly and asked:
Where has Leonard Mitchell lived recently?
The sound of dada was fierce again, and scenes jumped into Klein's eyes in the form of pictures:
It is the most famous landmark in Beckland, the towering Gothic bell tower with the bell of Order hanging on it;
It was a street sign standing at the intersection of the street, with Pinster Street above it;
It was a townhouse with house number 7, it was a very cool Leonard Mitchell who was casually dressed in a black coat and red gloves, and it was a poet classmate who was looking through the files of the Ranrus case and the Kaping case.
This guy is in Beckland and is investigating the Lanceus case and the Kaping case?What's this? Klein's mouth moved slightly, and he thought about what clues he left in these two cases.
The only clue is that Detective Sherlock Moriarty is related to both cases, and if Leonard dreams of Daisy, he should have discovered this.
But at that time I had already grown a beard and had a good disguise. He probably couldn't recognize me by relying on the vague images and a few portraits in the dream... As long as I couldn't recognize it, it didn't matter. What does the problem with Sherlock Moriarty have to do with me, German Sparrow?
Klein took back his thoughts and remembered Leonard Mitchell's current residence:
7 Pinster Street, North District, Beckland.
He is going to commission Moon Emlin White to visit Leonard Mitchell tomorrow and the next day to buy magical items with the badges of the Hermits of Destiny.
I hope the poet has extra money in his hands... If not, it will definitely be a good premium... Klein said yes and said to the radio receiver:
It's your turn to ask questions.
To be honest, he was quite curious about what questions Arodes could ask this time.
Dada, the radio ticker spit out a new illusory white paper, which is made up of Lu Enwen:
Great Master, Leonard Mitchell has a big secret, do you want to know?
...This is also a problem?Klein raised his head in amazement and astonishment, and looked at the crimson moon quietly shining on the deep black sea.
Soon, he answered honestly:
think.
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