Joewood District, inside a house.
As soon as Xiu opened the door and smelled the scent of fried food, he couldn't help but sniff, and looked at the kitchen and said:
Forth?
Is there still someone else?Forsy poked his head out of the kitchen and asked with a smile.
Jiu put down the newspaper in his hand and responded half surprised and half mumbled:
Do you remember how long it took you to have not been in the kitchen?Well, it doesn't count when you make toast in the morning.
Forth returned to the kitchen, only the sound floated out:
I chose the food outside because they are better, and now, there are no good fried chicken on several streets around.
I suddenly wanted to eat this, and I liked it the most among the foods I passed from Intis!
After walking to the kitchen, leaning against the door frame, watching Forsy busy preparing dinner, he thought about it:
I accepted a commission of 100 pounds a day, 3 to 5 days, but I need another helper.
Haven’t you been short of money before? Should you be together?
My financial situation has actually improved... However, the task of 50 pounds per day is pretty good. If you can save more, save more. There is still a lot of money to spend in the future... Fors asked while staring at the iron pan filled with oil:
What kind of commission?
She had automatically calculated the reward she could get in her mind.
After quitting, the blonde who was a little rough and said:
Secretly protecting a rich man named Dawn Dontes.
What happened to him?Would it be very dangerous?Fors asked cautiously.
Don't think about it and say:
It seemed like a business dispute, and his competitors threatened him.
This is not a dangerous thing, you know, Beckland's extraordinary people are not very good at taking similar adventures, which can easily reveal themselves and be targeted by the "night-watchers" and "punishers".
Maybe there is a lunatic there?This possibility cannot be ruled out.While Forth refuted, he naturally thought of the world German Sparrow, the man who dared to do great things in Beckland!
She paused, picked up the fried chicken nuggets and said:
Since you have taken over the task and I have nothing to do recently, let’s go together.
Fortunately, this is a secret protection and will not be found out that I am working as a bodyguard, otherwise I will not be able to participate in the literature salons in the upper class. Haha, actually, I can tell them that I am experiencing life, I am collecting materials, and my next novel will be about the story of female bodyguards and male employers!
Hugh had already adapted to Fors' habit of liking divergent thinking, and sniffed again and said:
After using up dinner, let's go.
……
At 160 Berklund Street, Klein set up a ceremony in the master bedroom bathroom and entered the grey fog.
He planned to deal with some chores before the bodyguard hired by the housekeeper Walter came over so as not to be inconvenient to do it in the next few days.
And among these chores, the most important thing is to confirm the squirming hunger.
After sitting to the position of the Fool, Crane let the human leather glove fly over from the pile of debris.
After some divination check, he found that the wriggling hunger was quite stubborn this time, and the negative effect did not change at all.
Is this infected by Mr. A and will never give up the praise of the 'true Creator'?Klein twitched his lips and thought carefully about how to solve this problem.
Find a way to intimidate it?
No, how can it be called intimidation? It should be said that it is to communicate friendlyly while maintaining an initiative... Klein tapped the edge of the mottled long table with his fingers and said silently:
Anyway, I have to write to Mr. Azke later, and I can mention the failure of the "Squirming Hunger" seal.
You can also bring some mushrooms with you. No, no, although this can make the "warm hunger" no longer praise the "real creator", it will also make it unusable. Well... I'll ask Frank for a few more original mutant mushrooms to see if they can have a different effect...
After determining his ideas, Klein threw the Azker bronze whistle and the adventurer harmonica into the gate of sacrifice and gifts, and then returned to the real world, put away the items, and processed the traces.
Leaving the bathroom, Klein walked to his desk, took out the letter paper and pen, and wrote carefully:
Dear Mr. Azke... I haven't written to you for too long, and I don't know how you've been recently...
...Due to some changes, the seal you made for "Crampant Hunger" has expired. Can you give me a corresponding solution? I want to deal with it again...
…Have you heard of such creatures as spiritual raiders?What level is it at, what are its characteristics, and what areas it is often active in?
...I may be going to the Southern Continent recently. If I have new information about the God of Death, I will write a letter to tell you in time...
Putting down the pen and reading it twice, Klein folded the letter paper, picked up the copper whistle, put it to his mouth, and blew it.
Silently, bones emerged from the floor, and like a fountain, rushing into the air, forming a huge skeleton nearly four meters high.
The skeleton looked down at Dawn Dontes for a second, and took the initiative to bend down, lower his right arm, and spread his palm.
The messenger became more and more polite... Klein nodded with satisfaction and handed over the letter he had just written to the other party.
The messenger of the bones did not stop and collapsed instantly, falling to the ground like a waterfall, quickly disappearing.
Klein breathed a sigh of relief in secret, withdrew his gaze and continued to write, with the subject of Frank:
...The dried mushroom you gave last time is good, is there any?
...Do you think there is a possibility of implementing the ideas I mentioned before?If you encounter any difficulties during the research process, you can write to me...
After folding the letter paper, Klein picked up the adventurer's harmonica and blew it lightly.
He immediately saw Miss Renette Tinicol appear next to him, still without a head, wearing a complex and gloomy long skirt, carrying four blond hair and red eyes with gorgeous heads.
Can you locate Frank Lee?Klein asked with greater confidence, after all, Miss Messenger is different from ordinary Messenger, and is a spiritual creature at the level of the demigod.
Under normal circumstances, the messenger can only locate the contractor and the person who used the summoning ceremony, which has a distance limit and once it leaves the ritual location too far, the messenger will not be able to find it.
Renette Tinicole's four heads turned at the same time, looking at Klein and said:
Is it... that... that... what... I want to plant it into the soil... people?
...What exactly did Frank do that impressed Miss Courier so deeply... When I replied to her, she said that she hoped he was not dead... Klein Zheng said with a key point:
Yes.
Renette Tinikol's four heads spoke in turn:
Can... Position... I have... Mark him...
Ah?Klein's mouth was half open when he heard it, almost forgetting his purpose.
But the pity Frank, no, the powerful Frank actually made Miss Messenger mark him... May the goddess bless him... Klein breathed slowly and handed the letter in his hand to Renette Tinicol:
Please give it to Frank.
He will pay you gold coins.
Renette Tinicole opened his head in his hand, bit the letter paper, and then went straight into the spiritual world, unable to be observed anymore.
After handling the chores, Klein left the copper whistle and harmonica on his body, went down to the second floor to enjoy dinner.
Halfway through the meal, the housekeeper Walter came in from outside and came to Dawn Dontes' ear and said:
The bodyguard has arrived, it was Miss Xiu and her friend before, and I will arrange for them to provide protection in secret.
Miss Hug and her friends?It's not a magician, Miss... Klein didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only nod his head gently to indicate that he knew.
His spirituality actually did not sense someone invading the house, but this is normal. Now, not everyone has been asleep late at night, even a little bit of abnormal movement is more obvious. Unless Klein uses his spirituality to leave a mark that will be noticed in key places, or the person entering the house has a considerable malice towards him, it will be difficult to discover anything.
……
In another bedroom on the third floor, Hugh and Fors each occupy one side of the curtains, looking through the glass at the garden below.
This is my dream place to live. When I have enough money, I will buy such a house in a beautiful place. No, I will choose Beckland, where the food is more convenient.Fors said sincerely.
After saying that, she sighed in her heart:
Unfortunately, I have a full moon curse and can only continue to improve myself, otherwise, I would have left a house instead of cash last time...
Xiu followed his friend's gaze, looked outside, and whispered:
This is the place I lived in when I was a kid...
Fors glanced at me, because he didn't know what to say, so he changed the subject:
How should we provide protection?
Hugh retracted his eyes and said:
When Mr. Dawn Dontez was not out of the house or the visitors, he hid in the room, paying attention to the surroundings, and preventing someone from sneaking in...
When a guest visits, we enter the next door, pay close attention to the movement, and "open the door" to save people at any time...
If Mr. Dawn Dance goes out, Mr. Butler will tell us in advance that I will hide under the carriage to protect you, and you will find another car to follow...
Shuttle, you are getting more and more professional! Fors praised seriously and then chuckled, I just saw the portrait of Mr. Dawn Dances. If you hadn't said that the danger this time was due to business competition, I would even suspect that the problem came from emotional disputes...
Before Fors finished speaking, he suddenly saw a carriage parked outside the door of the house, and several policemen in black and white uniforms walked down one after another.
What's going on?She looked at her friend and found that Xiu was also confused.
……
In the small living room on the second floor, Klein met four police officers.
Mr. Dawn Dontez, do you know Mr. Caron?
Caron?Klein recalled it briefly and remembered that this was the sold shares of Coim Company to his own husband.
I know him, what's wrong with him?Klein asked calmly.
The police officer in charge responded politely:
He committed suicide.
In addition, he left a suicide note, accusing you of forcing him to sell his shares and torture him in various unremarkable ways, which led to his extreme depression.
And his family provided proof of the content of his suicide note.
As soon as Xiu opened the door and smelled the scent of fried food, he couldn't help but sniff, and looked at the kitchen and said:
Forth?
Is there still someone else?Forsy poked his head out of the kitchen and asked with a smile.
Jiu put down the newspaper in his hand and responded half surprised and half mumbled:
Do you remember how long it took you to have not been in the kitchen?Well, it doesn't count when you make toast in the morning.
Forth returned to the kitchen, only the sound floated out:
I chose the food outside because they are better, and now, there are no good fried chicken on several streets around.
I suddenly wanted to eat this, and I liked it the most among the foods I passed from Intis!
After walking to the kitchen, leaning against the door frame, watching Forsy busy preparing dinner, he thought about it:
I accepted a commission of 100 pounds a day, 3 to 5 days, but I need another helper.
Haven’t you been short of money before? Should you be together?
My financial situation has actually improved... However, the task of 50 pounds per day is pretty good. If you can save more, save more. There is still a lot of money to spend in the future... Fors asked while staring at the iron pan filled with oil:
What kind of commission?
She had automatically calculated the reward she could get in her mind.
After quitting, the blonde who was a little rough and said:
Secretly protecting a rich man named Dawn Dontes.
What happened to him?Would it be very dangerous?Fors asked cautiously.
Don't think about it and say:
It seemed like a business dispute, and his competitors threatened him.
This is not a dangerous thing, you know, Beckland's extraordinary people are not very good at taking similar adventures, which can easily reveal themselves and be targeted by the "night-watchers" and "punishers".
Maybe there is a lunatic there?This possibility cannot be ruled out.While Forth refuted, he naturally thought of the world German Sparrow, the man who dared to do great things in Beckland!
She paused, picked up the fried chicken nuggets and said:
Since you have taken over the task and I have nothing to do recently, let’s go together.
Fortunately, this is a secret protection and will not be found out that I am working as a bodyguard, otherwise I will not be able to participate in the literature salons in the upper class. Haha, actually, I can tell them that I am experiencing life, I am collecting materials, and my next novel will be about the story of female bodyguards and male employers!
Hugh had already adapted to Fors' habit of liking divergent thinking, and sniffed again and said:
After using up dinner, let's go.
……
At 160 Berklund Street, Klein set up a ceremony in the master bedroom bathroom and entered the grey fog.
He planned to deal with some chores before the bodyguard hired by the housekeeper Walter came over so as not to be inconvenient to do it in the next few days.
And among these chores, the most important thing is to confirm the squirming hunger.
After sitting to the position of the Fool, Crane let the human leather glove fly over from the pile of debris.
After some divination check, he found that the wriggling hunger was quite stubborn this time, and the negative effect did not change at all.
Is this infected by Mr. A and will never give up the praise of the 'true Creator'?Klein twitched his lips and thought carefully about how to solve this problem.
Find a way to intimidate it?
No, how can it be called intimidation? It should be said that it is to communicate friendlyly while maintaining an initiative... Klein tapped the edge of the mottled long table with his fingers and said silently:
Anyway, I have to write to Mr. Azke later, and I can mention the failure of the "Squirming Hunger" seal.
You can also bring some mushrooms with you. No, no, although this can make the "warm hunger" no longer praise the "real creator", it will also make it unusable. Well... I'll ask Frank for a few more original mutant mushrooms to see if they can have a different effect...
After determining his ideas, Klein threw the Azker bronze whistle and the adventurer harmonica into the gate of sacrifice and gifts, and then returned to the real world, put away the items, and processed the traces.
Leaving the bathroom, Klein walked to his desk, took out the letter paper and pen, and wrote carefully:
Dear Mr. Azke... I haven't written to you for too long, and I don't know how you've been recently...
...Due to some changes, the seal you made for "Crampant Hunger" has expired. Can you give me a corresponding solution? I want to deal with it again...
…Have you heard of such creatures as spiritual raiders?What level is it at, what are its characteristics, and what areas it is often active in?
...I may be going to the Southern Continent recently. If I have new information about the God of Death, I will write a letter to tell you in time...
Putting down the pen and reading it twice, Klein folded the letter paper, picked up the copper whistle, put it to his mouth, and blew it.
Silently, bones emerged from the floor, and like a fountain, rushing into the air, forming a huge skeleton nearly four meters high.
The skeleton looked down at Dawn Dontes for a second, and took the initiative to bend down, lower his right arm, and spread his palm.
The messenger became more and more polite... Klein nodded with satisfaction and handed over the letter he had just written to the other party.
The messenger of the bones did not stop and collapsed instantly, falling to the ground like a waterfall, quickly disappearing.
Klein breathed a sigh of relief in secret, withdrew his gaze and continued to write, with the subject of Frank:
...The dried mushroom you gave last time is good, is there any?
...Do you think there is a possibility of implementing the ideas I mentioned before?If you encounter any difficulties during the research process, you can write to me...
After folding the letter paper, Klein picked up the adventurer's harmonica and blew it lightly.
He immediately saw Miss Renette Tinicol appear next to him, still without a head, wearing a complex and gloomy long skirt, carrying four blond hair and red eyes with gorgeous heads.
Can you locate Frank Lee?Klein asked with greater confidence, after all, Miss Messenger is different from ordinary Messenger, and is a spiritual creature at the level of the demigod.
Under normal circumstances, the messenger can only locate the contractor and the person who used the summoning ceremony, which has a distance limit and once it leaves the ritual location too far, the messenger will not be able to find it.
Renette Tinicole's four heads turned at the same time, looking at Klein and said:
Is it... that... that... what... I want to plant it into the soil... people?
...What exactly did Frank do that impressed Miss Courier so deeply... When I replied to her, she said that she hoped he was not dead... Klein Zheng said with a key point:
Yes.
Renette Tinikol's four heads spoke in turn:
Can... Position... I have... Mark him...
Ah?Klein's mouth was half open when he heard it, almost forgetting his purpose.
But the pity Frank, no, the powerful Frank actually made Miss Messenger mark him... May the goddess bless him... Klein breathed slowly and handed the letter in his hand to Renette Tinicol:
Please give it to Frank.
He will pay you gold coins.
Renette Tinicole opened his head in his hand, bit the letter paper, and then went straight into the spiritual world, unable to be observed anymore.
After handling the chores, Klein left the copper whistle and harmonica on his body, went down to the second floor to enjoy dinner.
Halfway through the meal, the housekeeper Walter came in from outside and came to Dawn Dontes' ear and said:
The bodyguard has arrived, it was Miss Xiu and her friend before, and I will arrange for them to provide protection in secret.
Miss Hug and her friends?It's not a magician, Miss... Klein didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only nod his head gently to indicate that he knew.
His spirituality actually did not sense someone invading the house, but this is normal. Now, not everyone has been asleep late at night, even a little bit of abnormal movement is more obvious. Unless Klein uses his spirituality to leave a mark that will be noticed in key places, or the person entering the house has a considerable malice towards him, it will be difficult to discover anything.
……
In another bedroom on the third floor, Hugh and Fors each occupy one side of the curtains, looking through the glass at the garden below.
This is my dream place to live. When I have enough money, I will buy such a house in a beautiful place. No, I will choose Beckland, where the food is more convenient.Fors said sincerely.
After saying that, she sighed in her heart:
Unfortunately, I have a full moon curse and can only continue to improve myself, otherwise, I would have left a house instead of cash last time...
Xiu followed his friend's gaze, looked outside, and whispered:
This is the place I lived in when I was a kid...
Fors glanced at me, because he didn't know what to say, so he changed the subject:
How should we provide protection?
Hugh retracted his eyes and said:
When Mr. Dawn Dontez was not out of the house or the visitors, he hid in the room, paying attention to the surroundings, and preventing someone from sneaking in...
When a guest visits, we enter the next door, pay close attention to the movement, and "open the door" to save people at any time...
If Mr. Dawn Dance goes out, Mr. Butler will tell us in advance that I will hide under the carriage to protect you, and you will find another car to follow...
Shuttle, you are getting more and more professional! Fors praised seriously and then chuckled, I just saw the portrait of Mr. Dawn Dances. If you hadn't said that the danger this time was due to business competition, I would even suspect that the problem came from emotional disputes...
Before Fors finished speaking, he suddenly saw a carriage parked outside the door of the house, and several policemen in black and white uniforms walked down one after another.
What's going on?She looked at her friend and found that Xiu was also confused.
……
In the small living room on the second floor, Klein met four police officers.
Mr. Dawn Dontez, do you know Mr. Caron?
Caron?Klein recalled it briefly and remembered that this was the sold shares of Coim Company to his own husband.
I know him, what's wrong with him?Klein asked calmly.
The police officer in charge responded politely:
He committed suicide.
In addition, he left a suicide note, accusing you of forcing him to sell his shares and torture him in various unremarkable ways, which led to his extreme depression.
And his family provided proof of the content of his suicide note.
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