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160 Burk Lund Street, in a well-lit study.

The bookshelves are lined up in a row, with lots of collections, and it looks like you are in a private library.

Klein was sitting on a high-backed chair and looking at today's newspaper. He found that regardless of the "Taxok" or the "Beckland Daily", there was an advertisement in a conspicuous position - the transfer of the Beckland bicycle. 10% of the company's shares.

Mr. Stanton is still very good at doing things. It took only a few days to complete the financial investigation and value evaluation... Kline just secretly sighed and inspired.

He quickly turned on the vision and saw the messenger, Renee. Nicole, walked out of the void, still holding the four red-eyed heads in his hand, one of them biting a letter.

It should be a reply from Miss Sharon... Klein thought as he reached out and took it lightly:

"Thank you."

While speaking, he subconsciously looked into the door of the study, because the outside was guarded by the personal maid Richardson.

After removing the envelope and spreading the paper, Klein quickly glanced back and confirmed that the owner of the letter was Miss Sharon. She said that she did not buy the idea of ​​“biotoxin bottle”. After waiting for a while, if this magical item is still there, Maybe it will be considered.

Is this financial situation not enough? Or do you spend more money doing more important things? Klein thought about it for a moment, and intuitively thought it was the latter possibility, because the half god, called Zatvin, could not stay in Beckland anymore, and Sharon and Maric were initially rid of the Rose School’s pursuit. Their extraordinary strength and sequence characteristics, in the case of a loose environment, it is relatively simple to make money, and they seem to control the black market arms trade of the "Brave Bar", acting as a supporter behind Ian, only this one You can earn a lot from the line.

Thinking about it, Klein raised his head and saw the messenger's four pairs of eight red eyes staring at themselves without turning.

He was shocked and thought that the other party would urge him to pay his debts and clear his throat:

"No need to reply.

“The first amount will be paid during this week.”

Renee 缇 Nicole’s four heads are in turn:

"No..." "Anxious..." "No..." "Interest..."

Miss Courier is still very good... Klein lamented, Renee. Nicole's figure disappeared into the original place and returned to the depths of the spiritual world.

Burning the letter paper, resting for two quarters, he went to the door and told Richardson to prepare the carriage.

He plans to go to the church before the afternoon philosophy class.

Smooth along the way, Klein, who only drank a few black teas, quickly came to the square outside the church of St. Seychelles.

After enjoying the tranquility of the white pigeon, he walked over the church door, entered the prayer hall, and found a place to sit down. Richardson, like the last time, sat with his employer's hat and cane. Oblique rear.

In the prayer of emptying the mind, Klein's inspiration was touched again, and the instinct opened his eyes and looked to the left.

He immediately saw Leonard Mitchell, who was green and green.

The "Night" is not wearing a windbreaker, a white shirt without a belt and straight pants and black vest, the style is very casual.

The middle-aged gentleman who saw the horns of the horns looked over. He smiled and bowed his head, regained his eyes, closed his eyes, and pretended to pray.

He is not worried that the other party will find himself looking at him, because he just glanced at it, there is no extra movement, and many believers have similar behaviors just now.

A gentleman who is very good and temperament enters here, and it will inevitably be noticed to a certain extent. Leonard Mitchell himself is often watched by others, and he has a deep understanding of this.

At this time, in his mind, the slightly old cockroach sounded up:

"it's him."

Oh, I have not lived up to my efforts to go to church yesterday and today... Leonard slightly thought that the surface was not moving.

Klein is also pretending to pray and think about the doubts in his heart:

"When is this guy Leonard so pious?

"Although he is definitely more pious than me, it is definitely not the kind of church that enters the church every day, only once a week, or even two weeks.

"He has a purpose? He just seems to be looking at me..."

Thinking of this, Klein suddenly realized:

"The old grandfather in his body is the angel of the Zoroastrian family, the angel of the thief's path...

"The sorcerer Amon is the king of angels in this way. He can find fog and even want to invade...

"So, the grandfather in Leonard's body is very likely to have noticed the fog power or traces on me!"

With such a judgment, Klein suddenly raised his heart and seemed to be surrounded by dangerous traps.

He kept the prayer movement unchanged, and the scorpion under the eyes did not turn, and the whole person was calm and restrained, which was completely consistent with the atmosphere inside the church.

I don't know how long it took, he slowly got up and walked to the altar, and before he went to the dedication box, he put a total of 50 pounds of money into it.

Then, as before, he smiled at the bishop and pastor responsible today and got a very friendly response.

All the way out of the Saint-Saill's Church, Klein took the hat from Richardson and fed the pigeons for ten minutes at the square.

And behind him, there are successive prayers coming out, including Leonard Mitchell.

Klein didn't look at the main entrance, took a leisurely shot, took a gold cane, and walked to the four-wheeled carriage that was parked nearby.

Leonard also fed the pigeons at the square and watched the target board the carriage, but there was no tracking.

Since the other party has an ancient atmosphere and has received the attention of the inhabitants of the body, he certainly does not dare to neglect the intention and dare not take direct action, which is very dangerous.

He is prepared to first check the periphery and collect the necessary information.

When I look at the old man how to say... and now it is not the direction of no investigation, the kind of high-end carriages, in the entire Beckland, the number is quite limited, regardless of their own home, or rented, it is easy to determine the source, then I can know the identity and origin of the gentleman... Leonard looked at the white pigeon and thought about it.

He is a "nighter" with rich experience, and is the elite "red glove" in the "Night of the Night"!

Just then, a white pigeon flew over his wings and seemed to have a note in his mouth.

Leonard frowned and extended his left palm, watching the white pigeon lower its height, throwing the note down, then flapping its wings and flying again.

Raising his hand and holding the note, Leonard fired it with vigilance and doubt, and saw only two words on it:

"Soloyasd;

"Parasitic."

This... Leonard’s pupils huddled, and only the whole body’s hair was set up, and the emotions exploded in an instant.

The gentleman saw my secret?

It is worthy of being an old man!

He may be one of the undead monsters left by the Quaternary!

Is this warning him? Let me not intervene in his affairs, not even close to him?

At this moment, I think of the middle-aged gentleman who has a white, blue and deep squat. Leonard Mitchell only feels that the other side has a strong sense of deterrence, making people dare not look straight and dare not approach. .

He suddenly lost the idea of ​​investigating the other side, watching the pigeons fall at the same time, pressing down the voice:

"Old man, that person may be your old friend.

"If you want to investigate something, wait until your strength recovers."

"Old friends..." The slightly old voice repeats these two words. It seems that there are certain doubts, but they are not sure.

Leonard quickly converges on the emotions and chuckles a bit:

"It turns out that you are a member of the Zoroastrian family..."

At this time, less than a hundred meters away, the intersection of Pesfer Street and other streets.

The black hair was doped with a little silver silk. Don Thousz leaned back against the wall and slowly closed his eyes, hiding the line of facial features in the shadow of the car.

On the side of his personal maid Richardson, a middle-aged man wearing a dark red coat and an old triangular hat emerged unreal, and bowed to the owner, then disappeared and did not alarm anyone.

The carriage slowly turned, the square position, a group of white pigeons flew up.

............

When I got home, I entered the room with a large balcony, and Klein, who was silent along the way, sighed silently.

If Leonard does not accept the warning under the temptation of the old grandfather, he will write another piece of paper in the past, saying: "I know where the "God of God" is."

The implication is that, when it comes to disrupting my affairs, I will tell the "God of God" Amon, here is an angel of the Zoroastrian family.

This does not make the grandfather feel that Daun. Tang Taisi is weak, must rely on others to fight him, closer to a courtesy of no more than three times and respect for an angel.

If the two warnings do not converge, then the method is not just to inform the "God of God" Amon.

Well, there is a high probability that they can shock them. The old grandfather chooses the shallow parasites for surely there are other plots or difficulties. They should not be willing to be knocked off by me... Oh, thank you for the "mirror mirror". Arrods, if you don’t know in advance that Leonard has a “stealer” angel, I’m sure I can’t find myself being stared, let alone warning them with the right wording and way... Klein’s mood is calmer. I thought that there was no tension and confusion before.

He relaxed, the door was knocked, and the personal maid Richardson said:

"Sir, the butler is looking for you."

"Please ask him to come in." Klein turned away from the large balcony and returned to the semi-open room.

Walter in white gloves opened the door and came in:

"Sir, your philosophy teacher, Mr. Hamid, is here."

Philosophy class... Klein groaned his forehead.

He had previously heard from Walter that Mr. Hamid was a believer in the Lord of the Storm, and the famous scholar Luermi was also a large part of the philosophers of the Kingdom of Lun.

This made him quite surprised, because in his heart the storm believers are equal to the violent brother.

It seems that changing the dullness is not objective enough... Oh, the prerequisite for becoming a philosopher is that he can’t find a wife or a family relationship is not harmonious? While Klein spit, while finishing the clothes, heading to the door, facing the butler Walter:

"Okay, I will pass now."

PS: I will take a half-day leave tomorrow, which is the chapter at noon, because I have to start a little bit of Calvin, I have to ponder it.