Well, although I don’t need it anymore, I can give Susie to exchange for other extraordinary materials... Well, Susie’s potion is still inferior to the spinal fluid of Falsman Rabbit… Some things are left to Susie to do, which is much more convenient than myself… Every big detective needs a good assistant, um!
Audrey made a decision quickly, and for her, it was no longer something she cared about.
Putting down the telegram, her pleasure settled down, and the troubles of reality gradually emerged.
I still owe Mr. Fool's information on the Secret Cult, the task of assassinating Ambassador Intis, and a request from his fellow servants... I finally realized the feeling of carrying heavy debts... Audrey, I can't delay any more!
Let's start acting!
The girl quietly clenched her fists, intending to find out the paper and pen, write a letter to Viscount Glylint, asking him to arrange for him to meet Hugh and Forth as soon as possible, and entrust the matter out.
He lifted the pen and dipped it ink, and Audrey suddenly hung her wrist and didn't write.
She just thought of a very critical issue, that is, she has little knowledge of Ambassador Berkeron. In this case, it is easy to make a wrong judgment. She either cannot find someone willing to accept the entrustment, or entrusted it to an unsuitable partner, which makes the task face failure at the beginning.
As for the cost of expansion, it was not the focus of her attention. She believed that the reward given by Mr. Fool would be better and would help herself better.
After pondering for a moment, Audrey turned to Anne, the maid, and said:
Tell Countess Carriya that I accept the invitation and will attend her dance on time tomorrow night.
Carriya is the wife of Count Wolf, and her upcoming ball invites ambassadors to various countries to Roon, including Berkeron Jean Madan.
Audrey originally wanted to turn it off using the excuse of being sick, but now she is interested in the dance.
After observing Ambassador Berkelon, he collected enough information and then met Hugh and Forth!Audrey suddenly felt excited to participate in a big event and began to dream of taking an adventure!
…………
The capital of the Rosd Islands, the city of generosity, Byyam.
Returning to the real world, Alger Wilson changed into a slightly exaggerated ornate clothing of the Republic of Intis, entered the alley from the back door of the hotel, and walked around several streets.
He parked in front of a house without a garden and lawn and took out a common white hard-shelled mask and put it on his face.
Immediately afterwards, he reached out and knocked on the door, three-fold and two-fold light, and two-fold short distances.
After waiting for more than ten seconds, the door creaked open, and a man wearing a pirate turban poked his head out and watched from side to side quickly.
Come in.The man gave way and said in a deep voice.
Alger walked into the room quietly without saying a word.
Bang!
The door suddenly closed.
…………
At 15 Minsk Street, Klein opened the curtains and sat at his desk.
The secret sect information given by the Hangman made him know that the target may have a certain connection with the Republic of Intis. At the same time, he recalled the Hangman's previous description of the Antigonus family, which was strange and terrifying.
The extraordinary person who used the iron black nematode to sneak into my room last night, peeking at the information and leaving a warning, did act a bit weird... The sequence chain mastered by the Antigonus family is the diviner's way of the Secretariat, and the two can be equivalent... In other words, you can make such a guess. Last night, the extraordinary person was a part-time spy of the Intis Republic of the Republic who worked as a member of the Secretariat?
Or is it not a esoteric sect, but with the help of the connection between the Republic of Intis and the esoteric sect, have you obtained the corresponding formula and potions?
Klein began to make bold assumptions and carefully proved:
This can explain the problem that my 'clown' premonition did not work when the weird iron nematode invades, which stems from the suppression of me by higher sequencers of the same path... Of course, there are also reasons why the iron nematode did not actually threaten me...
Similarly, it can also explain why I just wrote Ian Wright's intelligence, and that night, an iron-black nematode sneaked in and headed straight to the desk... The other party's ability to "divine master" will make things reasonable enough...
After repeated consideration, Klein felt that his guess was likely to be close to the truth.
If he was indeed a higher sequencer in the ‘Divider’ path, what would he be the sequence, and what is the name of the potion?Can manipulate the iron black nematode, is it another giant in the circus and the beast trainer?Klein shook his head silently, half self-deprecating and half funny.
Maybe my subsequent potion recipe will be obtained from him... Is this what the revelation I obtained from my previous divination is really about?
Beckland, it's really a place of hope Ah... Klein said a few words to himself and began to think about what to do next:
He has entrusted the task of assassinating Intis Ambassador Berkeron to completely eliminate hidden dangers. He must avoid suspicion and do not have the ability.
After leaking Ian Wright's whereabouts to both sides, he believed that Ambassador Berkelon would not have time to take revenge on himself in a short period of time and would not add any additional trouble.
Finding something very important in his mouth is obviously what he cares about the most.
In other words, before that item was found, I was safe and didn't have to rush to hire a powerful extraordinary bodyguard... Well, even if there was subsequent revenge, the ambassador would not be able to invite high-sequence powers to deal with me. It was neither economical nor necessary. After all, Beckland was not his home court...
The biggest possibility is that it is still handed over to the extraordinary person who sneaked into my room with the iron black nematode last night. He has at least sequence 7, maybe even sequence 6, sequence 5, and has enough strength and is familiar with the situation... I just need to hire a bodyguard according to this standard... I hope that before this, the ambassador will never give orders... Klein looked at the mist that finally dissipated outside the window, as if he was dazed.
He decided to continue to go to the Brave Bar tonight. This is to use Caspass to contact other extraordinary people to lay the foundation for choosing suitable bodyguards. The second is to find opportunities to sell Mersau's extraordinary characteristics and collect some funds. The third is to see if anyone sells powerful magical items to improve his strength. This is a plan that will never be outdated.
After confirming his thoughts, Klein pretended to be leisurely flipping through the newspapers. He waited until the sky turned dark before slowly getting up and making a tomato oxtail soup for himself.
After eating and drinking, he routinely pulled up the bedroom curtains and decided not to open them tonight.
Then, he summoned himself and responded to himself, becoming a special spirit, moving the Azk bronze whistle, Murso's extraordinary characteristics, homemade talismans, various materials and tarot cards on the gray fog back to the real world, leaving only a small number of items such as blood-stained contracts.
After doing all this, equipped with the corresponding things, Klein's strength returned to his peak and became a half-mystic expert again.
After sorting out his collar, he took his hat and cane and left No. 15 Minsk Street.
…………
Ironmen Street, inside the Brave Bar.
Klein, who exchanged a beer for news, found Caspass in a card room. The other party was betting on a boxer outside while playing evil, and he was having a very comfortable life.
This familiar environment reminded Klein of the last time he met Marichi whom he played with a dozen zombies, and suddenly he was glad that he did not bring Azker's bronze whistle before.
If I had brought the copper whistle given by Mr. Azke at that time, the dozen or so zombies of Marichi would have rebelled on the spot and treated me hospitably... I don't know what his expression would be... Klein stood by the door and nodded to Caspascanlining.
Caspass covered the cards, sweared, got up and walked to the door, lowered his voice:
I will take you to a place where people are not as good as Marichi, but they are all very powerful. As for whether they can negotiate a deal, it has nothing to do with me. However, I must warn you in advance that you cannot anger them, otherwise you may not see the sun tomorrow. Of course, in Beckland after September, it is not easy to see the sun.
Do I need to pay you?Klein asked sincerely.
Caspass nodded with satisfaction:
Two pounds.
This is a revolver that can be bought in the weapons store... Although they will price more than 3 pounds, they can basically bargain to about 2 pounds... Klein muttered and gave Caspass two 1 pound notes.
Caspas turned around and said to his friends, leading Klein limped towards the bar kitchen, from there into the alley behind, and walked around in front of a dark house.
He took out an iron mask that could only cover his upper half of his face, handed it to Klein, and chuckled:
Just think of it as if you bought it for two pounds.
I can buy many for two pounds… Klein put on an iron mask and deliberately messed up his hairstyle.
Seeing that he was ready, Caspas knocked on the door rhythmically.
Seven or eight seconds later, a small wooden board on the door was suddenly pulled open, revealing the tan eyes behind it.
After being looked at for a while, Klein finally saw the door open back.
A man in an iron mask stood there, handed Klein a hooded robe, and said to Caspass in a hoarse voice:
Remember to tell me in advance next time, otherwise, hum!
He closed the door, turned around, and led Klein through the dark living room and into the living room on the first floor.
There was a candle on the coffee table there, and the dim and faint light shone the whole room.
There were about a dozen people sitting on the sofa and chairs around the coffee table, all dressed in hoods and iron masks.
Klein, who had put on a robe, quietly looked for a chair in the corner and sat down. Hearing a chubby man complaining:
Recently, there have been a group of wild animals in the sewer, and they have chewed off many herbs I planted.
They are very smart and don’t touch any toxic ones. I need someone to clean them up for me. You know, this is not my specialty. I am only good at disposing of medicines to treat you.
Audrey made a decision quickly, and for her, it was no longer something she cared about.
Putting down the telegram, her pleasure settled down, and the troubles of reality gradually emerged.
I still owe Mr. Fool's information on the Secret Cult, the task of assassinating Ambassador Intis, and a request from his fellow servants... I finally realized the feeling of carrying heavy debts... Audrey, I can't delay any more!
Let's start acting!
The girl quietly clenched her fists, intending to find out the paper and pen, write a letter to Viscount Glylint, asking him to arrange for him to meet Hugh and Forth as soon as possible, and entrust the matter out.
He lifted the pen and dipped it ink, and Audrey suddenly hung her wrist and didn't write.
She just thought of a very critical issue, that is, she has little knowledge of Ambassador Berkeron. In this case, it is easy to make a wrong judgment. She either cannot find someone willing to accept the entrustment, or entrusted it to an unsuitable partner, which makes the task face failure at the beginning.
As for the cost of expansion, it was not the focus of her attention. She believed that the reward given by Mr. Fool would be better and would help herself better.
After pondering for a moment, Audrey turned to Anne, the maid, and said:
Tell Countess Carriya that I accept the invitation and will attend her dance on time tomorrow night.
Carriya is the wife of Count Wolf, and her upcoming ball invites ambassadors to various countries to Roon, including Berkeron Jean Madan.
Audrey originally wanted to turn it off using the excuse of being sick, but now she is interested in the dance.
After observing Ambassador Berkelon, he collected enough information and then met Hugh and Forth!Audrey suddenly felt excited to participate in a big event and began to dream of taking an adventure!
…………
The capital of the Rosd Islands, the city of generosity, Byyam.
Returning to the real world, Alger Wilson changed into a slightly exaggerated ornate clothing of the Republic of Intis, entered the alley from the back door of the hotel, and walked around several streets.
He parked in front of a house without a garden and lawn and took out a common white hard-shelled mask and put it on his face.
Immediately afterwards, he reached out and knocked on the door, three-fold and two-fold light, and two-fold short distances.
After waiting for more than ten seconds, the door creaked open, and a man wearing a pirate turban poked his head out and watched from side to side quickly.
Come in.The man gave way and said in a deep voice.
Alger walked into the room quietly without saying a word.
Bang!
The door suddenly closed.
…………
At 15 Minsk Street, Klein opened the curtains and sat at his desk.
The secret sect information given by the Hangman made him know that the target may have a certain connection with the Republic of Intis. At the same time, he recalled the Hangman's previous description of the Antigonus family, which was strange and terrifying.
The extraordinary person who used the iron black nematode to sneak into my room last night, peeking at the information and leaving a warning, did act a bit weird... The sequence chain mastered by the Antigonus family is the diviner's way of the Secretariat, and the two can be equivalent... In other words, you can make such a guess. Last night, the extraordinary person was a part-time spy of the Intis Republic of the Republic who worked as a member of the Secretariat?
Or is it not a esoteric sect, but with the help of the connection between the Republic of Intis and the esoteric sect, have you obtained the corresponding formula and potions?
Klein began to make bold assumptions and carefully proved:
This can explain the problem that my 'clown' premonition did not work when the weird iron nematode invades, which stems from the suppression of me by higher sequencers of the same path... Of course, there are also reasons why the iron nematode did not actually threaten me...
Similarly, it can also explain why I just wrote Ian Wright's intelligence, and that night, an iron-black nematode sneaked in and headed straight to the desk... The other party's ability to "divine master" will make things reasonable enough...
After repeated consideration, Klein felt that his guess was likely to be close to the truth.
If he was indeed a higher sequencer in the ‘Divider’ path, what would he be the sequence, and what is the name of the potion?Can manipulate the iron black nematode, is it another giant in the circus and the beast trainer?Klein shook his head silently, half self-deprecating and half funny.
Maybe my subsequent potion recipe will be obtained from him... Is this what the revelation I obtained from my previous divination is really about?
Beckland, it's really a place of hope Ah... Klein said a few words to himself and began to think about what to do next:
He has entrusted the task of assassinating Intis Ambassador Berkeron to completely eliminate hidden dangers. He must avoid suspicion and do not have the ability.
After leaking Ian Wright's whereabouts to both sides, he believed that Ambassador Berkelon would not have time to take revenge on himself in a short period of time and would not add any additional trouble.
Finding something very important in his mouth is obviously what he cares about the most.
In other words, before that item was found, I was safe and didn't have to rush to hire a powerful extraordinary bodyguard... Well, even if there was subsequent revenge, the ambassador would not be able to invite high-sequence powers to deal with me. It was neither economical nor necessary. After all, Beckland was not his home court...
The biggest possibility is that it is still handed over to the extraordinary person who sneaked into my room with the iron black nematode last night. He has at least sequence 7, maybe even sequence 6, sequence 5, and has enough strength and is familiar with the situation... I just need to hire a bodyguard according to this standard... I hope that before this, the ambassador will never give orders... Klein looked at the mist that finally dissipated outside the window, as if he was dazed.
He decided to continue to go to the Brave Bar tonight. This is to use Caspass to contact other extraordinary people to lay the foundation for choosing suitable bodyguards. The second is to find opportunities to sell Mersau's extraordinary characteristics and collect some funds. The third is to see if anyone sells powerful magical items to improve his strength. This is a plan that will never be outdated.
After confirming his thoughts, Klein pretended to be leisurely flipping through the newspapers. He waited until the sky turned dark before slowly getting up and making a tomato oxtail soup for himself.
After eating and drinking, he routinely pulled up the bedroom curtains and decided not to open them tonight.
Then, he summoned himself and responded to himself, becoming a special spirit, moving the Azk bronze whistle, Murso's extraordinary characteristics, homemade talismans, various materials and tarot cards on the gray fog back to the real world, leaving only a small number of items such as blood-stained contracts.
After doing all this, equipped with the corresponding things, Klein's strength returned to his peak and became a half-mystic expert again.
After sorting out his collar, he took his hat and cane and left No. 15 Minsk Street.
…………
Ironmen Street, inside the Brave Bar.
Klein, who exchanged a beer for news, found Caspass in a card room. The other party was betting on a boxer outside while playing evil, and he was having a very comfortable life.
This familiar environment reminded Klein of the last time he met Marichi whom he played with a dozen zombies, and suddenly he was glad that he did not bring Azker's bronze whistle before.
If I had brought the copper whistle given by Mr. Azke at that time, the dozen or so zombies of Marichi would have rebelled on the spot and treated me hospitably... I don't know what his expression would be... Klein stood by the door and nodded to Caspascanlining.
Caspass covered the cards, sweared, got up and walked to the door, lowered his voice:
I will take you to a place where people are not as good as Marichi, but they are all very powerful. As for whether they can negotiate a deal, it has nothing to do with me. However, I must warn you in advance that you cannot anger them, otherwise you may not see the sun tomorrow. Of course, in Beckland after September, it is not easy to see the sun.
Do I need to pay you?Klein asked sincerely.
Caspass nodded with satisfaction:
Two pounds.
This is a revolver that can be bought in the weapons store... Although they will price more than 3 pounds, they can basically bargain to about 2 pounds... Klein muttered and gave Caspass two 1 pound notes.
Caspas turned around and said to his friends, leading Klein limped towards the bar kitchen, from there into the alley behind, and walked around in front of a dark house.
He took out an iron mask that could only cover his upper half of his face, handed it to Klein, and chuckled:
Just think of it as if you bought it for two pounds.
I can buy many for two pounds… Klein put on an iron mask and deliberately messed up his hairstyle.
Seeing that he was ready, Caspas knocked on the door rhythmically.
Seven or eight seconds later, a small wooden board on the door was suddenly pulled open, revealing the tan eyes behind it.
After being looked at for a while, Klein finally saw the door open back.
A man in an iron mask stood there, handed Klein a hooded robe, and said to Caspass in a hoarse voice:
Remember to tell me in advance next time, otherwise, hum!
He closed the door, turned around, and led Klein through the dark living room and into the living room on the first floor.
There was a candle on the coffee table there, and the dim and faint light shone the whole room.
There were about a dozen people sitting on the sofa and chairs around the coffee table, all dressed in hoods and iron masks.
Klein, who had put on a robe, quietly looked for a chair in the corner and sat down. Hearing a chubby man complaining:
Recently, there have been a group of wild animals in the sewer, and they have chewed off many herbs I planted.
They are very smart and don’t touch any toxic ones. I need someone to clean them up for me. You know, this is not my specialty. I am only good at disposing of medicines to treat you.
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